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While cleaning Desmond Maynard's house, I accidentally knocked over his mother's keepsake. He once told me it was his most precious possession. But when I picked it up, hundreds of love letters spilled out. There were beautiful poems, passionate lyrics, and heartfelt confessions. He had written one letter a week without stopping. On the back of each one wrote a line: To My Love, Bunny. The nickname rang a bell. It was his junior in college. Things started to make sense. I slaved away for 13 years, running his household and caring for his family, but Desmond never even said he liked me. That was because he already had someone he liked. I sorted the letters by date, put them back, and grabbed my phone to make a call. "Mom, I'm in for the marriage proposal."

After Elias began working under Kael, his feelings for the aloof prince deepened every day. “What’s wrong with you?” Kael asked, reaching to feel Elias’ forehead. But Elias looked stuttered, avoiding his touch. “Please… don’t.” “Why are you acting like I want to eat you up? I’m not that desperate.” Kael scoffed, turning away. Elias followed silently, his head bowed. Kael stopped suddenly, and Elias bumped into him. “Why are you trailing me like some love struck puppy? Stop following me around, I don't need you to do anything for me.” “I just want to be near you.” “Why? Don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with me.” Kael smirked. “What if I have?” Elias said, raising his gaze. Kael’s smile faltered. He assumed it was a cruel joke. “Don’t cross that line. You’re the same guy who reported me for being gay. What—suddenly you're in love now?” “I mean it. I’ve truly fallen for you. Tell me how to prove it.” “Enough. Just leave.” But it wasn’t that simple. Elias regretted ever reporting Kael before. Now that his wolf had found its mate, everything had changed.

I was reborn before I signed up for a scientific expedition tour to the South Pole. My boyfriend’s adopted younger sister used a system to forcefully exchange my physical senses with hers. She deliberately went out to do something good on a day with a temperature of 107.6 °F, like delivering water to the outdoor workers. On the other hand, I got so hot in a 60.8 °F air-conditioned room that I fainted from heat stroke. I begged Wendy Little to stop, but she feigned innocence. “You must make a good excuse if you want to lie like that!” Max Little sounded disdainful. “How selfish! You’re quite lucky to enjoy yourself in air-conditioned rooms every day. You can’t tolerate Wendy doing something kind.” Wendy took her time and basked in the sun for a month outside. People took photos of her and put them on the internet. Countless netizens were moved by her. But I died from heat stroke in an air-conditioned room. Nobody even found my corpse. If that was how it was, I wanted her to enjoy the coolness of -184 °F in the South Pole.

Ivone Marques foi como tantas mulheres que só despertavam depois de serem esmagadas pelo amor: ela tentou, com todas as forças, fazer um homem como Fabiano Moraes se apaixonar por ela. Mas, depois de três anos de casamento, os dois viviam como completos estranhos. Quando Ivone ficou entre a vida e a morte, vítima de uma armadilha cruel, Fabiano, em vez de estar ao lado da esposa, acompanhava a antiga paixão da vida dele. Ivone decidiu arrancar aquele homem do coração, ainda que isso rasgasse a alma dela. Só que ela não imaginava que aquele sujeito, acostumado a mandar em tudo e em todos, não ia aceitar ser descartado tão fácil. Ele passou a rondar a vida dela como um fantasma insistente, se aproximando passo a passo, afastando qualquer outro homem que tentasse chegar perto e fechando todas as rotas de fuga dela. — Lá atrás, foi você que fez questão de se casar comigo. Enquanto eu não disser que a gente se divorciou, você não vai sair da minha vida nunca! — Declarou ele, certo de que ainda mandava nas regras do jogo. Ivone o encarou com frieza e respondeu: — Sinto muito. Sr. Fabiano, você já foi chutado pra fora do jogo por mim faz tempo. Quem decide o divórcio sou eu. Se eu digo que acabou, acabou.

My ex-fiancé made me do a blood test the night before our wedding. The next day, he threw the genetic report on my face and dumped me over defective genes. The reason was that the Zimmer family only wanted perfect heirs, and he said that I was not worthy. He broke off the engagement, and instantly married the girl-next-door with perfect genes. Five years later, he reappeared in the hospital, clutching his ill son. He saw my daughter who had similar rashes, and he thought I had given birth to his daughter in secrecy. Little did he know that my daughter had nothing to do with him and only had a mild seafood allergy. I would not be defined by the so-called defective genes again, while me and my daughter live happily and healthily, it was their turn to be destroyed.

私、夏目萌衣（なつめ めい）には、人の顔を判別することができない――相貌失認という障害がある。 あの土砂降りの雨の夜。私は一人の男を救った。彼の名前には確か、「あきし」という響きがあった。 「恩返しがしたい」と乞う彼を前に、私は頭をよぎる現実を数えた。 滞納したままの家賃と、芽の出ないイラストレーターとしての私。 私はふっと自嘲気味に笑って、こう返した。「それなら、一生お金に困らず、安心して絵を描いていられる生活をさせて」 彼は真剣な眼差しで、私の目を見つめて言った。「分かった。必ず君を迎えに行く」 その後、私は安藤彰司（あんどう あきし）からプロポーズを受けた。 けれど結婚後、彰司は一冊のスケッチブック――あの雨の夜の情景を描いたページを見つけ、ひどく冷え切った声で私を問い詰めた。「君が今も忘れられずにいる、この『特別な男』は誰だ？」 私は困惑した。過去の自分自身に嫉妬する人なんて、この世にいるのだろうか。 だがある日。彼の宿敵である永井昭司（ながい あきし）が、私の元を訪ねてきた。 彼は目尻を赤く腫らし、今にも泣き出しそうな視線を私に向けた。 「俺と結婚する約束だっただろう？……それなのに、なぜあいつを選んだんだ？」

Every day, my son and husband finish all the house chores before I even get home. But only because they're bringing my husband's first love, Sally Sullivan, back for Thanksgiving, I pour boiling water on my son's face. I also kick both my son and husband out when it's 104°F outside. Desperate to save our son, my husband sprawls across the front porch, begging me to open the door. "Wanda, open the door! We need to save our son! I only invited Sally over because she saved you once back then. I didn't mean anything else by it!" "Mom, it hurts!" my son cries. "Mom, can't you kiss me? Mom…" Meanwhile, I'm slouching on the couch, snacking away as I watch TV. In the end, my husband can't take it anymore and brings me to the Bad Mom Court for trial. The moment my memories are extracted, the entire court bursts into tears.

While on a business trip, I stumbled into my brother-in-law, Julian Zeller, mid-act with a male colleague in a hotel parking lot. Furious, I blew the lid off his fake marriage and helped my sister, Yvonne Sutton, escape that scumbag. But after the divorce, she lost his financial support. She spiraled, blaming me for destroying her perfect marriage. She even killed me for trying to stop her from going back to him. Then, everything resets. I wake up, and there he is—slipping into the car while hugging the same man. I pocket my phone. This time, I won't ruin Yvonne's happy ending.

My dad’s crush came back, and my mom decided to fake her death. “Jane, I’m the main character of a tragic story. If I don’t fake my death now, I’ll end up miserable. “Go tell your dad that Quiana killed me.” In my past life, I had done exactly as she said. My dad had flown into a rage and destroyed the Sullivan family. After that, my mom returned to the land of the living. I thought our family would finally be whole again. Instead, she clung to Dad and cried. “I gave Jane my contact information. How could she say I was dead?” To punish me, my dad locked me in a cold storage room. My mom shot me a cold look. “That’s what you get for calling that woman pretty.” In the cold storage room, at −58°F, I froze to death. When I opened my eyes again, my mom had already faked her death and ran off with her devoted admirer. I looked at my dad and asked with an innocent expression, “Dad, what does eloping mean?”

The day cancer spread through my whole body, my family took me to court for being heartless and cruel. All because I refused to donate my kidney to the fake daughter, even though I was a perfect match. When they saw me lying in the coffin, my sister, who never liked me, said, “What a drama queen! Even got yourself a coffin this time.” Even my parents despised me and said, “If you want to die, at least cut out your kidney first and go die somewhere else. Don’t die in front of us and make us sick.” But later, when the memory extractor cut into my brain, it revealed all the times I had been tortured by that fake daughter over the years. The family that despised me went insane at that moment.