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I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. *** “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table.

My sister's best friend borrowed 20 thousand from me, saying it was for her mother's medical bills. As a cop, I lent it to her. I figured if I could help, I should. When it was time to pay me back, she didn't return a cent. Instead, she showed up at my precinct holding a baby and accused me of indecent assaults. After a paternity test, the baby turned out to be mine. She went on livestreams, crying about how I broke the law despite being a police officer. She used the scandal to make herself famous. The force treated me like a disgrace and fired me. I tried to explain, but no one believed me. I went from a model officer to a criminal overnight. My parents were cyberbullied; with nowhere left to turn, they both drowned themselves. My wife was also beaten in the street. She suffered a miscarriage from the attack and died from massive blood loss. As for my sister, guilt drove her insane; she was hospitalized before vanishing from the public eye. After my family fell apart, I hanged myself one night. Then I opened my eyes again. I'd been reborn. Facing my sister's evil friend, I vowed to fight back.

Lumaking sakitin si Pamela kaya halos iilan lang ang nakakakilala sa kanya. Palaging nasa anino siya ng kakambal niyang si Plumeria. Nang ipakasal si Plumeria sa cold and ruthless billionaire na si Tiger Rivas, malinaw ang tanging misyon nito: ang magkaroon ng tagapagmana. Ngunit hindi nito kayang ibigay iyon Tiger dahil ilang beses na itong nagpa-abort sa mga naging lalaki nito. Kaya humingi ito ng pabor kay Pamela. Pumayag si Pamela na pumalit bilang asawa ni Tiger at magbuntis para sa kakambal. Sa loob ng isa at kalahating buwan, natutunan niyang magmahal sa lalaking hindi naman para sa kanya. Ngunit isang tawag mula kay Plumeria ang gumulo sa lahat. Tapos na ang pagpapanggap ni Pamela dahil nagdadalang tao na si Plumeria, at si Tiger ang ama. Pamela is in love. Plumeria is pregnant. At iisa lang ang lalaking nasa gitna nila.

To fund my daughter's medical treatment, I consider reconnecting with my estranged family until an expected phone call changes everything. "Sir, your diamond necklace has arrived. You may come tomorrow to pick it up." After confirming the order is placed using my and my wife's contract information, my hope sparks. Perhaps the medical bills will finally be covered. When I arrive at the luxury boutique to claim the necklace, the sales clerk frowns, eyeing me from head to toe. "You're saying… you bought this necklace?" I nod, irritated by the condescension. "What happened to the service? Did all the luxury jewelers forget how to treat customers while I was away?" I said inwardly. The clerk flashes me a polite smile and turns to "retrieve" the item, but in reality, he radios the security. "Security, we have a suspected thief here."

My husband, once a powerful CEO, had become bankrupt and sank into depression. Overnight, I went from being the wife of a CEO to a lowly worker. To help him pay off his debts and cover the costs of his depression treatment, I took a job as a hostess at an auction house. However, I never expected to see my husband there, who should've been in the hospital undergoing therapy, sitting in the VIP section. Without any hesitation, he bid on an exorbitantly priced necklace and gave it to the woman beside him. That necklace—the one I had pawned to pay off his debts—was my grandmother's heirloom.

I had just placed the winning bid on an outrageously expensive piece of jewelry, but the auctioneer refused to close the sale. When I pressed her for an explanation, she turned to my husband with tearful eyes and claimed that I always bring different men here to spend money. “Ma'am, as a professional, I can’t sit back and watch you keep deceiving people. “Sir, I’ll refund your money and even cover the loss myself. Just open your eyes and find someone who truly loves you.” My husband looked visibly moved, their gazes locking in front of everyone as if I wasn’t even there. With all eyes on me, I snatched back my black card. “It’s my card, my money. Why are you giving it to some social-climbing chauffeur?”

My neighbors across the hall had a nasty habit of stealing. This included my food deliveries, my shoes from the cabinet, and even my clothes drying on the rooftop. Nothing was safe from them. I had enough. One day, I placed a pair of shoes borrowed from my friend, who was battling an extreme case of athlete’s foot, outside my door. Not long after they stole them, they came banging on my door in the middle of the night, furious about the outbreak on their feet. They even filed a complaint at the hospital where I work. I was so furious that I invited a few homeless patients to move in. A muscular man with HIV, an elderly woman with syphilis, and a young man with severe mental health issues became their new neighbors. The thieves could not handle it and begged the landlord to evict them. However, the joke was on them. My family owned the entire building. If anyone was leaving, it certainly was not me.

In my past life, my selfish son stopped caring about my husband and me after marrying a woman who followed her mother's words like they were holy commandments. In fact, he orchestrates an accident to kill my husband and me under the influence of his wife and her family. It's all so he can inherit our fortunes earlier than expected. When I'm reborn, I look at my son, who's rotten to the core, and decide that I don't want him anymore!

There's an earthquake. My husband, the captain of the rescue team, abandons me to save Wendy Smith, his true love. I don't stop him. I let him go. Why? Because when he was faced with the same choice in my past life, he saved me because I was eight months pregnant. Meanwhile, Wendy remained trapped under the rubble. She ultimately died due to a lack of oxygen after the delayed rescue. Later, on the day I went into labor, my husband brought me to Wendy's grave. He watched me coldly as I collapsed on the ground from the searing pain. He ignored my pleas. "Does it hurt, Yelena? Wendy's pain was a thousand times worse when she was trapped under the rubble!" I stared at him in disbelief as he descended into insanity. "You were safe that night—you were in the safe triangle zone! Wendy would never have missed the best time for rescue if not for you using your pregnancy to threaten me! I want you to experience all the pain she went through!" He forced me down on my knees and bumped my head on the ground before Wendy's grave. He ignored the blood that flowed down my legs. Ultimately, I died after major blood loss from a difficult labor. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day the earthquake happened. This time, neither I nor my child will wait for him.

Si Anathalia Eirah Dela Rosa ay ang pinakatampok na halimbawa ng isang spoiled brat—matigas ang ulo, impulsive, at sanay na laging makuha ang kanyang nais. May matalim na dila at pusong puno ng mapanghimagsik na lakas, hindi siya kailanman kailangang sumagot sa sinuman, lalo na sa isang lalaki. Ngunit magbabago ang lahat nang makilala niya si Kaelion Isolde Vesperas, isang kalmado at mahinahon na gobernador na may pusong kasing matibay ng kanyang awtoridad. Walang pakialam si Kaelion sa mga charm ni Anathalia, at wala ni isang bagay ang nakakagulo sa kanyang mahinahong anyo—lalo na hindi isang maapoy na babae na akala niya’y kaya niyang pabagsakin. Habang sanay si Anathalia na ang mga tao ay yumuyuko sa kanyang gusto, nananatiling matatag si Kaelion, hindi tinatablan ng kanyang mga tantrum at maligalig na pagtatangkang mapansin siya. Habang ang magaspang na ugali ni Anathalia at mga pang-aakit ay hindi nakakalusot sa malamig na pagtanggap ni Kaelion, natutuklasan niyang hindi basta-basta mananalo ang kanyang puso. Kailangan niyang magbago at matutunan ang kahalagahan ng pagiging bukas, isang bagay na hindi pa niya kailanman inaalok. Sa isang mundong kung saan nagtatagpo ang pagnanasa at kapangyarihan, ang magkaibang impulsiveness ni Anathalia at ang mahinahong pagpipigil ni Kaelion ay nagbabanggaan sa isang laban ng mga kalooban. Magagawa kaya niyang iwaksi ang kanyang pagiging spoiled upang makuha ang respeto—at marahil pati ang pagmamahal—niya? O hahantong ba ang mga whim ng kanyang puso sa isang landas ng pagkabasag ng puso? @cursebyharrrt Date Started: November 28,2024 Date Finish: Status: On-going A/N: Slow Update, please bare with the writer.