Is It Weak To Forgive Someone For Cheating

(First Generation 3) 'Ang taong gipit, sa patalim kumakapit..' Nang madiagnosed ng cancer ang anak ni Mari Ysabela Fallorina ay napilitan siyang tanggpin ang offer ng isang aroganteng bilyonaryo na si Vincent Veda Lee. She will pretend as his mistress to make his wife jealous at hindi na ituloy ang divorce laban sa lalaki kapalit ng malaking halaga. Dapat ay acting lang ang lahat pero bakit pakiramdam niya ay nahulog na siya sa kanyang boss na mala-oppa? At bakit parang nahulog na rin ang loob nito sa kanya? Maniniwala ba siyang tunay ang nararamdaman nito gayong bago pa lang naman silang magkakilala? Paano kung matuklasan niya ang isang nakaraan na babago sa pagtingin nila sa isa't isa?

Cassandra came from a poor family so her dream in life is to find a rich husband to get out from poverty. During one of their photo shoots, she met Dark, a billionaire who's only pretending to be a low class man in order to find his dream wife. They became friends but what Cassandra didn't expect is her feelings that started to grow for Dark. But despite that, she made a bad move and didn't listen to her heart. And now that she finally entered his world, will she able to win him again? Can she make him fall in love again now that he's being cold and heartless towards her? Can he forgive her and starts over again?

I ran into my boss when I was complaining to my best friend about how he actively made the workplace hostile for me. He fired off a barrage of questions, "Where's the annual report? Where's the script for the speech? I can't believe you have the gall to enjoy a meal when you have a mountain of work to do!" That was it. I slammed the table. "It's due tomorrow! What's the rush? Are you going to hold a funeral for yourself tomorrow?" My boss stormed off in a huff. I asked for the bill, but the waiter came with two. My table came up to 60 dollars, but the other ran up to 3,750. "Your boyfriend said you're paying for both. Cash or credit, miss?" Shawn Goodall put that impossible bill on my tab and called himself my boyfriend? Unbelievable! I called him, utterly incensed. Yet, he had the gall to say, "Get the receipt and claim it from finance." Then, he hung up. The waiter was going to call the cops if I didn't pay up, so I had no choice but to accept this bitter defeat. I was trying to claim the money the next day, but the cops arrested me instead. "Shawn Goodall died at midnight and was found in his house. You're his girlfriend and the last person he met. You're coming with us."

I am reborn on the day my wife, Courtney Clarke, embezzles company funds to pay off her childhood best friend, Travis Foster's, gambling debts. This time, I, Nathan Turner, don't sell my patents to help her plug her financial hole. Instead, I swiftly file for divorce with the court and cut ties with her. This is all because in my previous life, I had loved her with everything I had for 50 years. I was at her beck and call. She claimed she longed for a platonic marriage, and so I endured a sexless marriage for decades. All this lasted until the day of the shipwreck, when I gave her the last life vest. Yet, after she was saved, she never told the rescue team that I was still trapped inside the cabin. In my final moments, through a crack in the cabin door, I watched her throw herself into Travis' arms. "Trav, I love you. I only love you. From now on, no one will stand in the way of our love." In that moment, I abandoned all will to live, letting the sea swallow me whole. So this time, after being reborn, I choose to step aside and let her pursue her love.

My boyfriend has always doted on me. However, after learning that I can't go to work at the bank after falling and injuring myself, he snaps at me. "Why didn't you tell me you switched shifts with someone else? That was a cheap move!" I don't refute him. Instead, I pull out a hospitalization record as I watch the bank descend into chaos. In my past life, I attended to a couple who wanted to deposit five million dollars into their account. Their child had been diagnosed with a rare illness. They'd gotten the money by selling their organs and mortgaging the home—it was to save their child's life and pay for the surgery the following day. However, the money was stolen the following day. I helped them check where the money was withdrawn, but the surveillance footage showed I was the one who did it. My best friend wept when the couple questioned me. "You shouldn't have stolen the money someone needed to save a life, no matter how materialistic and covetous you are!" My boyfriend hurried over and said, "I wondered why you suddenly had money to buy a car—you stole it! You're heartless!" The child died after failing to receive treatment in time, and the couple stabbed me to death on the streets out of devastation. When I open my eyes again, I think injuring myself will help me escape this. To my surprise, the surveillance cameras once again capture me stealing the money.

The life trial system "If You Think You Can Do Better, Prove It" burst onto the scene like a traveling circus promising wonders. The idea was plain enough: "If you reckon someone's life is a mess, and you think you can do better, go ahead and prove it. There's a reward waiting if you do." Before I knew it, my whole family had me pegged for the fool in the middle of the show. There was my mother, dreaming of turning me into some grand goose; my husband, who'd spent years dodging his rightful share of the family load; and my son, mortified by the very sight of me. They shoved me onto the "judgment seat" like I was the villain of the tale. Every last one of them swore up and down that, given my place, they'd manage my life better than I ever could. The stakes? Well, if they pulled it off, my consciousness would be erased—gone, wiped out like a mistake on a chalkboard—and turned into their personal servant. On top of that, they'd waltz off with a cool million dollars. But if they couldn't? Then I'd be the one raking in three million dollars. Now that's a gamble for the ages, isn't it?

It was a season that felt like heaven was frowning at her, Tracy, trying to recover from an abusive relationship which eventually crashed while being pulled into the anguish of her dying sister which added a major weight on her life , facing a difficult financial challenge so her life can be saved. It could only get worse , serving as a maid under a rich boss lady, Mrs Ava who has a touch of fierce and unmerciful ideology. Things took a turn just overnight when Mark, the only son of Mrs Ava decided to bite his mom's foot by proclaiming a facade of affection for Tracy out of the blue at a dinner right in her presence and her guests , giving a deep romantic kiss. All this was due to his mom stomping his head by trying to merge him with Chloe in a marriage he doesn't have any interest in. Tracy shocked, the whole table burning in rage and sinking in disappointment, it was meant to be a night where Mark would meet his spouse to be and her family, but he used Tracy as a Decoy to burst the bile in the meat and the whole table was displeased For Tracy, she couldn't believe her eyes as the whole scenario led to further dismaying scenes in her life. Mark proposed a contract marriage with all of her needs being met at the expense of her signature after, and Tracy capitalized. It was a blessing at first, but she isn't prepared for what is coming. An endless warfare of which she was no match for, a marriage likened to a punishment, scandals, block sucking enemies who go all the way for their wants and a life full of discoveries

A Note: This is a Sexual Awakening Boy Love Romance which contains raw and explicit content. It contains dominating and submissive romance holding back nothing but would have your toes curling up under your blankets. It isn't softcore, it is intense!!! “Elias Larsson!!” I yelled struggling to free my hands but it was total failure since the ropes were tied down so tightly. “For someone who is feared all over the campus, you are quite an easy prey.” He laughed maniacally, sending shivers down my spine. Crane Xander thinks he’s untouchable, uncontrollable. Uses and changes women after a few nights of fun like his designer jeans until he meets the blonde and sultry Belle. Only that she wasn't who she claimed to be. Elias Larsson, his ex-girlfriend's brother, had waited years to carry out his revenge plan but not your regular type of revenge. He seeks not just to ruin Crane's life, he might change it forever.

He was supposed to be my fake boyfriend for one night. Not the man who’d ruin me for all others. I’ve had a thing for Colton Stone since I was a teenager. He’s brooding, built like sin, and—unfortunately—my older brother’s best friend. When my stalker ex crashes my brother’s wedding, I do the only logical thing: grab Colton and kiss him like my life depends on it. He plays along, all hard muscle and smoldering heat, and suddenly our fake relationship feels very real. One night turns into stolen days and breathless nights in Colton’s bed, where he worships every inch of me like I’m his to keep. But everything shatters when my ex abducts me—and I discover I’m pregnant. Now I’m trapped, terrified, and caught in a twisted game where my ex claims the baby is his. Will Colton risk everything to find me... or abandon me when I need him most?

In the third year that I've been diagnosed with late-stage bone cancer, Xenia Jensen, the ex-girlfriend whom I have "abandoned" back then, barges into my rented apartment with the rest of her team that she leads as a police captain. Every day, I have to rely on large amounts of morphine just so I can force myself to stand like a regular human being. I can only twitch violently as I try to grab a pill bottle on the table, my skin completely riddled with needle marks. Xenia chuckles icily as she savors how pathetic I look. "Oh? It's been seven years since we last met, and yet I never thought you'd stoop so low as to become a drug addict. "Where did your gusto to get a better, richer girlfriend go? I can't believe you're willing to humiliate yourself just for some so-called medicine!" As soon as Xenia's words fall, I point at the pill bottle with a trembling finger. "Please, officer… Can you please give me my medicine?" Xenia chortles in response. She picks up the bottle before walking toward the bathroom, soon flushing it down the toilet. "You want your medicine? Go ask the peeps at the rehab for it! It seems both your heart and your body are rotten to the core after you left me for another woman!" I'm in so much pain that I'm convulsing violently right now. "Oh… Then… Am I going to die?" I curl up on the floor, hoping to tide over the latest wave of pain by using the method my doctor has taught me. But Xenia merely gazes at me coldly from the side. In fact, she starts recording me, saying that she wants to make me a living negative example.