Dreams Face After Gumball

The moment Ava saw the word "DIVORCE" printed in bold letters, her stomach twisted into a painful knot. For a second, her brain refused to process it. "You... you're joking," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper, her throat dry like sandpaper. "I'm not."

My name is Elena, and I died at twenty-two. My parents forced me to take my foster sister’s place and traded me for a territorial alliance. My mate was the most volatile heir of the wolf packs. Beaten bloody and fading fast, I made my eighth call for help. At my adopted sister Seraphina’s birthday party, she played the recording of my final, groveling plea—and laughed. My parents listened to those desperate calls with nothing but irritation, dismissing each one as theatrics, an inconvenience unworthy of their time. My brother snarled over the phone, “Then just die already!” So I did. In the end, it was my three-year-old daughter who made the final call—using her smartwatch to video my mother, live-streaming the freezer where my severed head lay. Now, my spirit watches from above as they all, one by one, begin to unravel.

My mate and my brother hated me for twelve years. They believed I stole their precious Sarah's herbal research and bullied her for twelve years into silence. At my marking ceremony, they exposed my "crimes" to the entire supernatural world. "She's nothing but a bully who torments her packmates and a thief who stole the herb formula from Sarah!" But Sarah smiled through her tears: "The formula doesn't matter anymore." "As long as it saved our wolves from silver poisoning, what does it matter who created it?" "I've already forgiven her." She became the pack's angel of mercy. I was condemned by thousands, until the very wolf I'd saved with my medicine poured silver water over my head. In my despair, I dragged Sarah down with me into death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my second year of high school. Sarah was slicing her arm with a silver blade, smiling as she asked: "Have you thought about how you'll apologize to me?" Something in me snapped. My Alpha power surged forth, crushing her to her knees. I grabbed the blade: "Let me show you what real cuts look like."

Isabella Reyes thought she knew the man she married. Gabriel Thorne wasn’t just her childhood best friend—he was her husband, her forever, the billionaire who once swore she was his whole world. But after five years of lonely nights and his cold indifference, Isabella walked away. The divorce was her freedom. For Gabriel, it was just another contract signed with ruthless detachment. He thought he could live without her. He was wrong. Months later, fate drags them back together when Isabella inherits a vineyard his empire needs. The wife he let go too easily has returned stronger, fiercer—and far more tempting than he remembers. Now every clash, every deal, every stolen glance reignites the fire they once shared. Gabriel is ready to risk everything to win her back. But Isabella carries a secret that could shatter them both—one she’s guarded since the day she left. This time, he’s not just fighting for the woman he lost. He’s fighting for the family he never knew he had.

After the divorce, all she sought was revenge for herself and her family, and as she hits rock bottom, without even enough to eat, she realizes that life can still be good. Starting over with everything she has, she is determined to forget her ex-husband and fight for custody of her son, and with that, take revenge on her stepmother who took all her inheritance for herself. They would never forget her name!

"Little wolf, I'm sorry, but there is pack business to be dealt with." Raven's phone interrupts our fifth anniversary dinner. As his mate and Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, I have grown accustomed to such disappointments. But when I discover his "pack business" was to comfort his dead Beta's widow—his former flame Astrid—my perfect world begins to crumble. *** Sylvia thought she had everything: a powerful position as Luna, a responsible and loving Alpha mate, with only her inability to conceive casting a shadow over their happiness. But Astrid's calculated manipulations shatter these illusions one by one, pushing Sylvia toward an abyss she never saw coming. The man she thought loved her unconditionally repeatedly chooses another, and even her fertility struggles seem to hide darker secrets. "You're still my Luna," Raven whispers, his touch both familiar and foreign. "Nothing has changed." "Everything has changed," Sylvia responds, her voice breaking. "You chose her over me, again and again."

I had been Silas Sterling's mate for seven years. We decided to get tattoos of each other's names. This was a Binding Tattoo that represented eternal love in the Moonstone Wolf pack. It had the power to bind mates eternally. When I got the tattoo, I realized the malicious words 'Public Male Amenity' had been tattooed on my chest. It chilled me to the bone. My adopted sister, Greta Pound, was the one who tattooed me. She covered her mouth as she laughed. "Don't you always enjoy attracting the attention of all the male werewolves by dressing so skimpily in the pack, Freya? I'm just helping you to publicize this." Greta was a female werewolf I had saved. Why was she treating me this way when I treated her like my sister? I grabbed her hair angrily, but Silas pushed me violently to the side as he pulled Greta protectively into his arms. He frowned as he berated me unhappily, "Greta was just joking with you. Why are you so mad about it?" I stared at his bare chest where my name should be tattooed. However, the name 'Greta' was there instead. She looked up at me from Silas' arms and smiled innocently yet tauntingly at me. "Silas said our names rhymed, Freya, so I played a joke by tattooing my name on him. You aren't mad about this, are you?"

On the day I was kidnapped, my husband was looking after his sick sweetheart. I called him, asking him for help. Yet, he merely replied coldly, "Danica, you are a bad liar." After that, he heartlessly hung up the phone call on me, causing me to get brutally murdered by the kidnappers. I failed to show up as scheduled on the day we agreed to finalize our divorce. He called me in exasperation, only for the phone call to be answered by the police. "Mr. Ferguson, are you a family member of the deceased Danica Reed?"

Reyna Cage, a devoted housewife who has always strived to keep her marriage alive, finds her husband cheating on her. She demands a divorce because she's tired and can't continue with the marriage but Alexander refuses. Reyna leaves the house in tears and she collides with a stroke of luck that changed her life drastically. Three years later, Reyna returns and Alexander Cage is in a jaw-dropping shock when his wife gets announced as Mrs. Reyna Hudson, the sole heir to the Hudson vast fortunes. How is Alexander going to take this news? Would he believe it or would he realize his past mistakes and ask for a second chance? A chance to turn all his wrongs into right and become a changed person for good. A chance to treat her better than the way he did before, to love, care, and remain a faithful perfect husband towards her? Would Reyna grant him this chance?

“Let’s get divorce, Gale.” Nahinto sa pagsasalita si Sunset dahil sa sinabi ng asawa. Sandaling hindi niya maiproseso ang sinabi nito. Nablangko ang kanyang isipan habang nakatingin sa seryosong mukha ni Lucian. “Let’s get divorce.” Sa pangalawang pagkakataong ulitin iyon ni Lucian, tila bombang sumabog sa kanya ang anunsyo ng asawa. Pagkalito ang sumunod niyang naramdaman nang iritableng inilayo ng asawa ang pagkakadikit ng hubad nilang katawan na para bang may nakakahawa siyang sakit na dumapo lamang pagkatapos nilang magniig. Ganoon na lang ba iyon, pagkatapos siya nitong makuha, ang tingin na sa kanya ay isang basura? “Hindi magandang biro iyan, Lucian—” “You don’t want to? Magkakaroon ka ng sariling buhay. Limang taon na ang kinuha ko sa ‘yo, dagdagan ko pa ba ang pang-aabala ko?” Tumayo mula sa pagkakahiga ang asawa niya. Ang nakatalikod na matipuno nitong katawan ay tinakpan ng roba. Kaagad namang naibalot ni Sunset ang hubad na katawan sa puting kumot. “M-may problema ba tayo, Lucian?” naguguluhan niya pa ring tanong sa asawa. “Kung may mali sa akin, susubukan kong baguhin. May nagawa ba akong ikinagalit mo? H-huwag mo lang akong iwan kase hindi ko kakayanin…” “Babalik na si Eveth dito sa Pilipinas.” Hinilot nito ang sentido na para bang naiinis na sa pagdadrama niya. “Masasaktan siya kapag nalaman niyang nandyan ka pa." “Naiintindihan ko…” “Saan ka pupunta?” gulat na tanong ng asawa nang makita siya nitong nagbibihis. “Saan ka sabi pupunta?” “Hindi mo ba nakikita?” May kalituhan na tumingin sa kanya si Lucian. Hindi nito inaasahan ang magiging reaksyon niya. “Ano bang akala mo, magmamakaawa ako?” natawa nang bahagya si Sunset bago mabaling ang tingin sa tseke na nasa ibabaw ng side table. “Akala ko namamalikmata lang ako kanina. Hindi ko lubos maisip na limang milyon lang pala ang halaga ko!”