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目覚めたら謎の美形と一緒にいた。僕は誰だろう、なぜ一面の花畑の上で寝ていたのだろう……なにも思い出せない。 　カエンと名乗った美形は、僕の名前を知っていた。僕とどういう関係なんだろうか。 なぜか慕わしさを感じるけれど、やはり何も思い出せない。 「記憶を思い出したいか？」 　カエンに問われて、もちろんだと頷くと、いきなりキスをされて……!? 　美形とえっちなことをすると記憶を思い出し、謎が解き明かされていく新感覚BL！

A few days before my postpartum period ended, I found two plane tickets to Mirelia tucked inside Daryl’s wallet. I was secretly delighted. I thought he had planned a surprise for me. But on the very day I was supposed to recover, he told me that his company had suddenly sent him on a business trip. I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep—only to see his first love post on social media. [Finally fulfilled our promise to kiss at Saint Vyron Cathedral. Thank you, God. After all this time, it’s still you.] The photo showed the two of them holding hands and kissing. I didn’t confront him right away. Instead, I turned to look at my sleeping daughter beside me, then picked up my phone. [Dad, I've made up my mind. I'll take over the family business.]

เขาทำให้หัวใจของผมเต้นแรง ตั้งแต่ครั้งแรกที่พบเห็น จนอยากเป็นส่วนหนึ่งในชีวิตของเขา แต่ว่าเราสองคนดันแตกต่างกันคนละขั้ว ความรู้สึกที่ผมมีให้จะเปลี่ยนแปลงทำให้เขาเปลี่ยนไปได้ไหม?

Due to one phone call, Carl Lorde left me behind in a deserted area on the highway, even though I had been pregnant for four months. I walked to a rest area to ask for help, but in the end, I was unable to keep the baby. I broke down and called Carl, but he kept rejecting my calls. The next day, his childhood friend posted an intimate photo of them lying side by side in bed, with a caption. [With just one call, you’d come over to my side no matter what.] Everyone was waiting for me, Carl’s girlfriend, to make a joke of myself. However, I just wiped away my tears, liked the post, and commented, [Congratulations, you two are a match made in the trash dump. I hope you rot in hell together.]

For five years, I thought our marriage was solid. Then, my husband, Lionel Franco’s first love, Sandra Howard, posted a photo of a property deed on her social media. The caption read: [Thank you, Lionel, for transferring the house to me.] I stared in disbelief and left a single comment: [WTF?] Lionel called within minutes. “She’s a struggling single mother. Transferring the house to her makes it easier for her son to get into school. It doesn’t affect where we live,” he snapped. “How can you be so lacking in compassion?” In the background, I heard her muffled sobs. Half an hour later, she tagged me in another post.  This time, she flaunted her Mercedes worth over a million dollars, with the caption: [Paid in full. As the saying goes, ‘Where a man spends his money, that's where his heart is’.] I knew he bought it to soothe her temper. But this time, I had enough. I decided to divorce him.

I was six months pregnant when my husband, Michael Greene, shoved me off the edge of a yacht during a birthday party. Why? Because Lily Clement, his childhood sweetheart, had fallen into the water, and apparently, the yacht was too small for all three of us. After being pulled from the ocean, suffering from hypothermia and shock, I was taken to the hospital. Doctors determined that emergency surgery was necessary and required a family member's consent. However, no matter how many times they called, Michael never picked up. At the same time, lying in a hospital bed, I scrolled through Lily’s Instagram and saw the post she shared just hours earlier. It was a photo of the two of them, soaked but clinging to each other like lovers out of a movie. "Sometimes love comes from the most unexpected places. Thank you for always being there for me—quietly, selflessly, unshakably." That was all I needed. The day I was discharged, I left Michael a signed divorce agreement. If he wanted to be her knight in shining armor, I’d let him.

My secretary replaced me on my wedding day, walking down the aisle in a white wedding gown. The man I had loved for ten years threw the bridesmaid dress in my face and ordered me to wear it instead. "She is the bride now. You'll be next," he said coldly. My grandmother was so furious that she fell ill on the spot. Meanwhile, he and the secretary smiled brightly as they completed the wedding ceremony. After the grand wedding, the secretary posted photos of herself in her wedding gown on social media. The comments were overwhelmingly congratulatory. [Today is such a beautiful day, I finally got what I wanted. I hope those who try to ruin someone else's relationship will wake up soon.] She wrote. Chester Morrison replied to her post: [It is a great day. Don't ruin your good mood by some trash.] When I returned home, holding my grandmother's photo, who had passed away, I found them tangled together on the bedspread my grandmother had lovingly sewn for me, the one with a pair of Swan that symbolizes eternal love.

I double over in pain after assisting Adrian Randall with a late-night operation. He immediately carries me to a ward to check on me. However, before he can do that, he receives a call from a patient and hurries off. That night, I miscarry. When I come out of the operating theater, I see his childhood friend's social media update. She's shared a photo of her baby bump. "He hurried to come to my side just because I was lost. You have to treat Adrian well in the future, my darling!" I rub my belly, which throbs with a dull ache. I don't cry and demand an explanation from Adrian as I would have in the past. Instead, I like the post and apply for a position on the Borderless Medical Assistance Program. The day I leave, the high and mighty Dr. Randall looks at me with red-rimmed eyes. He asks, "How can you bear to leave me behind?"

ผมชื่อโยธิน ผมมีคอนโดฯ หนึ่งห้องที่ได้มาจากการขายบ้านหลังเก่า หลังจากที่พ่อแม่ของผมพากันลาจากโลกนี้ไป ทิ้งผมไว้เพียงลำพังบนโลกที่โหดร้ายใบนี้ และตอนนี้ผมเองก็กำลังจะตายตามไป เพราะมีใครก็ไม่รู้มาบอกกับผมว่าเขาเป็นเจ้าของห้องนี้…!! “มะ เมื่อกี้คุณพูดว่ายังไงนะครับ!?” “ผมบอกว่า คุณต้องย้ายออกจากห้องนี้ภายในเดือนนี้ ได้ยินชัดเจนไหมครับ” “ย้ายออก! ทำไมผมต้องย้ายออกด้วย นี่มันห้องของผม ผมซื้อ ผมมีหลักฐาน” “ครับ เมื่อก่อนอาจจะใช่ แต่ตอนนี้ห้องนี้ถูกขายให้ผมแล้ว”

Le troisième jour de mon confinement postnatal, mon mari prétendait qu’il devait partir en voyage d’affaires en urgence, me laissant seule pour m’occuper du bébé. Trois jours plus tard, lorsque j’ai été hospitalisée, j’ai vu une photo de famille sur les réseaux sociaux, publiée par l’amie d’enfance de mon mari, avec la légende : « Photo prise en voyage, une famille heureuse de trois. » Sur la photo, mon mari s’est affiché tout sourire. Fort surprise, j’ai commenté par un point d’interrogation. Il m’a immédiatement appelée pour me réprimander : « Elle est une pauvre mère célibataire, sans homme pour s’occuper d’elle. Cette photo ne signifie rien. Ne sois pas mesquine ! » Le soir, son amie d’enfance a posté une nouvelle photo : un ensemble de trois bijoux en or d’une valeur de plusieurs millions. « Après la photo de famille, il a insisté pour m’offrir ces magnifiques bijoux. » C’était un cadeau pour faire plaisir à sa maîtresse, je le savais bien. Enfin, j’ai décidé de quitter mon mari.