Famous Male Actor

“เมื่อเธอได้มาพบกับ “นับสิบ” อีกครั้งในรอบ 12 ปี คนที่เคยเป็นรักแรกและเเสนดีกับเธอเสมอแต่ไหงเขาถึงเปลี่ยนไปขนาดนี้ ทั้งรูปร่าง คำที่พ่นออกมา ผีห่าซาตานตนไหนเข้าสิงพี่กันเนี่ย พี่นับสิบของฉันถึงได้กลายเป็นอีกคนได้ถึงขนาดนี้!” “ฉันไม่อยากคุยกับคนไม่รู้จักพอค่ะ” “ฮะ อะไรของเธอ ใครไม่รู้จักพอฮะ?” “คนนิสัยไม่ดีแถวนี้ค่ะ ไม่รู้จักพอ ไม่เห็นหัวเมียหัวลูก ฉันไม่อยากคุยกับคนนิสัยแบบนั้นค่ะ” “เธอหมายถึงอะไร” “มีเมียแล้วก็ควรจะจูบแต่เมียตัวเองนะคะ ไม่ควรมาจูบกับคนอื่น” “เพ้อเจ้ออะไรของเธอ”

เขามีคนที่ชอบอยู่แล้ว แต่เพราะเหตุการณ์คืนนั้น…เขาจึงต้องรับผิดชอบเธอโดยไม่ได้เต็มใจ

“ก่อนที่ฉันจะหย่ากับเธอ ฉันจะใช้ร่างกายเธอให้คุ้มค่า ให้สมกับที่ฉันต้องฝืนใจจดทะเบียนสมรสกับเธอ”

Because of her career as an actress. Kara’s mom didn’t want the issue to come up about her being a mistress. She was shocked by what her mommy suggested to her that she didn’t expect. “Marry Spencer!” What bothered her was that she thought it was just her mommy’s joke. Her mom did everything just to marry her to the son of their family friends. By the union of the two as husband and wife. They are just fighting. Until Spencer promised Kara that it would change and be a good husband to her. They were both happy. Sen doesn’t like Kara and she want her best friend to her brother. The couple’s marriage became chaotic again. Atom, Kara’s ex-boyfriend, added that he became obsessed with her and wanted to take her again. But it’s too late. Kara is especially married. Atom will do everything to make Kara his own. Kara, on the other hand, loves her husband. But Spencer, suddenly changed and wanted to leave Kara. Kara will do everything to get Spencer back to her. Even though Spencer had no love especially he agreed that they would only be together for a year as Kara’s husband. Then, the two of them will separate. Spencer just followed what Kara wanted and condition. But Kara regrets in the end that she didn’t expect it. She hoped Spencer had learned to love her. But she looks wrong.

My wife Susan had the power to save lives, but when our son was rushed to the ICU and needed her help, she refused no matter how much I begged. While I was crying myself hoarse when I received news that our son was dead, I heard her purring over the phone, "Mark? Don't worry, your puppy's way more important. Of course I'll save it." There was a limit to her power that she could only use it once a month, but she nonchalantly used it for Mark's pet dog! Shaking with rage, I seized her by the collar and bellowed, "We're talking about a human life here, and your son at that! But an animal is worth more than that?!" Susan shook me off, smirking in disdain. "Mark has always been by himself—is there a problem that I took his side? And what could happen to our son when he has his daddy? Stop giving me that attitude!" Just two hours later, Mark posted on social media a photo of him with Susan kissing his pet dog together, with the smug caption: [Who had bet that a son matters more than a dog? Know when you're beaten. Now pay up!] So he had a bet with someone that Susan would choose his dog! Worst of all, Susan lovingly replied: [If Mark wants to win, I'll always be there for him.] Even as I felt heartrending pain, I was laughing coldly as I sent my own reply. [If you all love to bet so much, why not bet when you're gonna drop dead?]

It was the apocalypse. A zombie apocalypse. We should've been running for our lives, but my girlfriend, Yvonne Brown, refused to. She wanted to buy as much time as she could for her incompetent childhood friend, Yves Claude, to hop into the last helicopter that would take survivors away. But the retreat was our group's only way to survive in this apocalypse. Yves was not showing up anytime soon. I had no choice but to knock her out and drag her into the chopper. And Yves, the one she could never seem to forget, died in the swarm of undead. I, however, survived thanks to what I did. Yvonne and I lived happily in a safe zone. And then that fateful day came. I was going to take over the territory and lead humanity on an attack against the zombies. The night before that decisive strike, Yvonne spiked my water with anesthetics. When I was caught helpless, she tossed me into the horde of zombies. The swarm of undead tore my flesh open, and the pain killed me. Yvonne? She stood on the wall coldly, a sneer decorating her lips. "Yves could've lived, but you took that chance away from him! You selfish monster, you killed Yves! I will make you suffer what he suffered! You'll pay for it with your life!" Death took me, but it tossed me all the way back to the day of the retreat. The day Yvonne adamantly insisted on waiting for Yves. Well, if she was so happy to live through a world like this with her friend, who am I to say no? I would grant her that wish, even if she would end up as zombie food.

The lab blew, and my girlfriend—Beatrice Whitmore—didn't even glance my way. She bolted straight for Joseph, wrapping herself around him. When the dust settled, she climbed into the ambulance with him. I was still on the ground, bleeding out, and she didn't spare me a look. Eighteen years raising him, and apparently, that was all the space her heart had left. My coworkers dragged me to the hospital. ICU, barely breathing. When I finally clawed my way out, throat raw, I called my advisor. "Prof. Beaumont, I'm in. I'll go. Even if it means disappearing for five years, I don't care." That was supposed to be my wedding month. Not anymore.

On the day my wife, Abigail Jefferson, and Dominic Gorman, the university student she has been sponsoring, post their pre-wedding photos on their social media feed, I don't lash out at them crazily as I usually do. Instead, I leave a like and a comment on their posts. "You two make a great couple. Everyone, let's give our blessings to the newlyweds." Everyone in elite society thinks of me as the most cowardly husband ever, who lets the side piece make a doormat out of him. One week later, Abigail comes home and explains, "This is just an act. Dominic's grandma is ill, and she wishes to see him get married before she passes away." I just nod calmly in return. "I didn't take it seriously. Of course, I believe you." In my previous life, I showed up at Abigail and Dominic's wedding to cause chaos for them. Naturally, their wedding couldn't go on because of me. Abigail began targeting my parents' company in order to punish me. My parents ended up going bankrupt and were forced to jump off a building. She had me admitted into a mental asylum, where I was tortured to insanity. Now that I'm given a second chance in life, I no longer yearn for Abigail's love. I just want her money this time. Every time she cheats on me, I'll transfer some of her assets to my name. Abigail now has three more chances before she ends up losing everything.

For the hundredth time, my dad hints at us that he really wants to become a grandfather during New Year Eve's dinner. Lydia Cooper, my wife who has insisted on living a childless life for the past decade, just smiles before placing more food on his plate. After dinner, she ducks out to the balcony and murmurs into her phone, "Be good, now. Mommy will visit you a few days later." I can feel my blood running cold in my veins as I stand in the living room with a glass of water. As I approach Lydia, I do my best to keep my voice light and teasing. "I just heard you say the word 'mommy.' Do you have an illegitimate child out there somewhere?" Lydia rubs her nose, her tone now awkward. "You might be hearing things. It was just my friend's child…" My heart plunges into my stomach pit at her words. I've been in love with Lydia for ten years. It's only natural that I know how she acts whenever she's lying.

My wife, Celina Buckley, is a violinist. I've wooed her for five years before she finally agrees to date me. After our marriage, Celina insists on staying child-free for the sake of her career. Left without a choice, I can only poke a few holes in the condoms. Finally, Celina gets pregnant, and with twins, too! Delighted, I make all preparations to welcome the new members of my family into my life. But I accidentally stumble across a photo of a pregnancy report posted on the social media feed belonging to Leo Kolcheck, Celina's senior at work. "Thank you for fulfilling my wish to become a father, Celina. I can't wait to meet my twins!" I feel as though I got struck by lightning. At that moment, I feel like a complete joke. While Celina is at Leo's birthday party, I begin packing up. I make sure that I've taken all of my belongings with me. All that's left is the divorce agreement on the table.