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พันธะร้ายแสนรัก ความจริงแล้วการที่เขากลับมาที่ไทยในครั้งนี้เขาไม่ได้จะมาสร้างครอบครัวกับเธอหรอกนะ แต่เขาตัดสินใจดีแล้วว่าเขาอยากจะมาหย่ากับเธอเพราะตอนนี้เขาโตขึ้นแล้ว โตขึ้นมากกว่า 4 ปีที่แล้วและผ่านเรื่องราวที่เจ็บปวดที่สุดในชีวิต เขาอยากจะเป็นคนที่กล้าตัดสินใจด้วยตัวของเขา เขาจะไม่ยอมอยู่ใต้อาณัติขอพ่อหรือย่าของเขาอีกแล้ว “ผมตัดสินใจแล้วนะ” สายตาคู่คมจ้องสบตาของเธอด้วยแววตาที่แน่วแน่ “ผมว่าเราหย่ากันเถอะ” รอยยิ้มที่อยู่บนใบหน้าของเธอกลับเลือนหายไปในทันทีเหมือนคำพูดของเขานั้นกระชากทั้งความสุขและความปรารถนาของเธอให้หลุดออกไปจากชีวิตโดยที่เธอไม่ทันได้ตั้งตัว “คุณว่าอะไรนะ” “เราไม่ได้รักกันและผมคงจะอยู่กับคุณในฐานะสามีต่อไปไม่ได้ ผมทำไม่ได้จริง ๆ มันทรยศความรู้สึกของผม” คำพูดของเขามันทำให้เธอขัดใจเป็นที่สุด เธอไม่ได้เสียใจที่เขาพูดว่าเราไม่ได้รักกันเพราะความจริงมันก็เป็นอย่างนั้นแหละ ตั้งแต่ที่จดทะเบียนสมรสกันมา 4 ปีก็ไม่ได้เจอหน้าค่าตากันเลย เธอเพิ่งจะมาเห็นหน้าของสามีที่จดทะเบียนด้วยก็วันนี้นี่ “ฉันไม่หย่า”  

Seven years into their marriage, Bella got hit with a truth—Steven had a kid. A six-year-old. She crouched behind the preschool slide, barely breathing, as Steven bent down to scoop the boy up. "Daddy, you haven't come to see me in forever." "Be good, Ollie. Work's been crazy. Listen to your mom, alright?" Bella froze. Same face. Same eyes. It was obvious. Everything about them screamed it—The man who swore he'd love her forever had been cheating on her this whole time. Steven and Bella weren't just a couple. They were childhood sweethearts. She once took a knife for him. Nearly died. Lost their baby. Lost the chance to ever have one again. Steven had held her hand back then, eyes red, saying, "I don't care if we never have kids. As long as I have you, that's enough." She still heard the shake in his voice. Now? Every promise. Every memory. All of it—gone.

My daughter gets into an accident and needs to leave town for an operation. My husband is the pilot of the flight that takes her there. However, instead of calling him, I head straight to the airport and ask the ground staff for help. In my past life, I begged and pleaded with my husband for help. He arranged a seat for our daughter and flew the plane there. Because of that, he missed the chance to send his childhood sweetheart to the hospital, and she died in labor. My husband disappeared for two months after that. He later returned, acting like nothing had happened. However, one day, he poisoned the whole family. "If not for you forcing me to get on that flight, I could've taken her to the hospital. She would've given birth, and she wouldn't have died. You guys are the ones who deserve to die!" He pushed me off the 20th floor. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day my daughter gets into an accident. This time, my husband successfully takes his childhood sweetheart to the hospital. But why does he later regret it?

My three-year-old daughter was playing in the room, and she suddenly fell from the window of the room and died. In my past life, I held her lifeless body after learning the news, crying so hard I thought I would never stop. But when my husband rushed back, he slapped me across the face without a second thought. "How could you be so cruel? You actually threw her out of the window—she was only three!" I was too stunned to react. Later, my husband and my best friend teamed up and testified that I had thrown my daughter from the window because I had an argument with my husband. I was cyberbullied and labeled the "evil mom". Amid the public hatred and the pain of losing my daughter, I jumped to prove my innocence. Even in death, I still didn't understand. My daughter had been fine playing in the room—how did she fall out of the window? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she fell.

On the fifth year of their marriage, finding the vitamin C her husband bought tasted too bitter, Jeanne Dotson went to the hospital with the bottle. The doctor took one look and frowned. "This isn't vitamin C." "I-I'm sorry, Doctor?" "I could say it a dozen times and it'd still be the same," the doctor replied, pointing at the bottle. "This is Mifepristone. Taking too much of it doesn't just cause infertility—it can do serious harm to your body." Jeanne felt a lump stuck in her throat, and her fingers turned pale from clenching the bottle. "That's impossible. My husband got this for me. His name is Darren Walsh—he's a doctor here too." The doctor looked up at her, his expression turning strange, tinged with something she couldn't quite read. After a pause, he gave a small smile. "Miss, you might want to visit the psych ward instead. We all know Dr. Walsh's wife—she gave birth just two months ago. Don't let your imagination run wild, all right? There's no point."

I endured hundreds of injections just to give Stanley Brighton a child. He was moved to tears and held me, promising that even if we couldn't have children, he would love only me. I diligently followed the doctor's advice and underwent treatment. The day I confirmed my pregnancy, I was so excited that I wanted to rush home and share the good news with Stanley. But what awaited me was unimaginable. Stanley and the female tenant we shared the apartment with were lying naked together in the bathroom, sharing an intimate bath. He was behind her, holding her close, his lips incessantly biting at her earlobes. "I'll give you as many children as you want! Ten, eight—whatever it takes! Just divorce her!" "Alright, just give me some time. I'll divorce her for sure!" Hearing their whispered entanglement, I turned away, stepping into the rain, determined to leave. I would disappear to a place where Stanley could never find me, not in this lifetime.

The day my mother-in-law discovered she had uterine cancer, she packed up and moved in to our home. “I don’t have much time left. I’m all out of hope!” she choked out. “You’d be cruel to kick me out. Show me some mercy!” I looked at my speechless husband, then at my beloved son I had raised with so much love and care. I asked them, "What do you guys think?" My husband silently made a grim expression and grabbed my arm. “How long are you going to hold on to that little incident that happened after Everett was born? Mom's already so sick." My son echoed his sentiment, “Grandma doesn't have much time left. Of course we have to take good care of her!" I smiled at them and said, “Alright. You guys can take care of her if you love her so much."

What a small world. As Elaine Johnson was checking in at the hotel front desk, she happened to bump into Jasper Carter's young mistress —a girl who looked like an innocent college student. She was dressed in a simple white cotton dress, pure and demure, with a shy, sweet smile. "Hello, here's your room key. You'll be staying in the executive suite on the top floor," the receptionist said. "Thank you, miss," the girl replied softly, taking the key. Just then, her phone rang. Elaine overheard her speaking bashfully to the person on the other end: "Mr. Carter, I... I'm already here. When will you be coming?" Her tone was soft, a little nervous, filled with affectionate anticipation. A moment later, Elaine heard her add, "Mhm, I'll wait for you. No rush. Please drive carefully, Mr. Carter." The girl's voice was so sweet and tender, it could have melted anyone's heart. Elaine could not help thinking that her husband had good taste — the girl was young and beautiful, gentle and thoughtful, the kind of woman any man would find hard to resist.

The moment my roommate walked in, she used my locker. She claimed to have too many things and nowhere else to put them. I rolled my eyes. Why should I let her get her way? I was not her parent. She was no princess, but she acted like one. I was ready to argue, but she tossed 200,000 dollars at me. “At your service, Your Highness!”

'พริก' มีเพื่อนชายรายล้อมถึง 4 คน แต่ใจกลับสั่นไหวกับคนคนเดียวตลอด 4 ปี ความสัมพันธ์ที่ไม่มีทางข้ามขั้น 'เพื่อน' แต่เพราะความชิดขยับเคลื่อนเข้าใกล้ ความรู้สึกที่ข้างในก็เริ่มจะคุมไม่อยู่หนักขึ้นทุกที