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I confirmed Vincent Lowe was cheating on me on the day of our third wedding anniversary. The dining table was filled with dishes, yet he barely touched his fork before heading out the door. "Where are you going?" I asked. His answer was unnervingly straightforward. "A friend's treating me to dinner. Cassidy Mason—you know her, right? It's a free meal. It'd be a waste not to accept." An hour later, however, I received a voice message from Cassidy. In the message, Vincent's voice was lighter and livelier—so different from how he ever sounded with me. "They say you should marry someone you can truly enjoy a meal with. I really regret meeting you so late. If only I had known you earlier, I would've married you instead." I listened in silence. Then, alone at the table, I finished every last bite of the meal I had prepared. Afterward, I left a divorce agreement behind.

I'd been home for half a month, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that Mom wasn't quite herself anymore. She looked and sounded like she always had, but something felt different. Then, one day, I got a message from her that sent a chill down my spine. "Lily, hide! There's a ghost in the house!" At first, I thought she was pulling a prank on me—or maybe her account got hacked. Then, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Mom, who had just finished cooking, called out to tell me the meal was ready. I was still hesitating when another message popped up. It was a voice message. "Trust me, Lily. I'm your real mom! The one out there is a ghost! Run!" It sounded just like Mom's voice from outside. My mind was racing in panic. Not hearing me respond, Mom giggled from the other side of the door and said, "I'm coming in."

I married Rafe Maretti—the man who owned the Maretti Casino empire. Sophisticated, ruthless, but sinfully charming. By year three of our marriage, I introduced my little sister to his nephew, Adam Moretti—twenty-five, all sharp smiles and sharper ambition. He ran the dirtier side of the family’s business—arms, drugs, the kind of trade that dripped blood and money in equal parts. I married the powerful, irresistible uncle. She married the young, dangerous nephew. It was supposed to be our fairytale. Then one day, I got kidnapped in Rafe’s casino. Snatched by a rival mafia family desperate to force Rafe to sign over one of his biggest, most profitable casinos. Except Rafe didn’t answer the phone or even notice I was gone. The kidnappers grew impatient. First, it was slaps. Then punches. Then they shattered my leg and buried a knife in my stomach. Still no word from my husband. Until finally, after what felt like a hundred unanswered calls, a single message came through. "I’m with Bianca. She’s having a stomach. Stop calling." Once the kidnappers realized I had no value, they dumped me in a rotting warehouse like discarded luggage. It was Isla, my sister, who found me. She got me out. And then the brakes failed. The car spun out. Isla went unconscious beside me. I tried calling Adam. Isla’s husband. But as soon the call went through, all I could hear was. “Leave me along. Isla, I am in the middle of something here.” When I clearly heard a woman’s voice in the back. If not for a passing stranger, Isla and me wouldn’t have made it to the hospital, let along have survived. So when I opened my eyes again, the first thing I thought was: I’m divorcing that sorry bastard. The Maretti can go to hell.

Savannah Aine Samson, living her life to the fullest. Not until one day, her world turns upside-down. Most of her memories are lost due to her treatment for her condition, Intermittent Explosive Disorder. In addition, her father was murdered. If her uncle didn't tell the truth, she would never know for the rest of her life. She got enraged as fire as hell. At the age 14, she entered the world of cruelty. Many years passed, she finally attained her desire to be a secret agent. Soon after, she was given a code name: Agent Stygian which symbolizes darkness, death, and valor. Anyone who blocks her way will have one foot buried in the pit. One day, a mission was given to her team that led her to return to a city where her dark world began, the Vinson City. As she returns, there is this one guy who immediately put her patience to a test. Emerson Gray Denovan, the mysterious and cold-hearted troublemaker she's ever met. Will the memories that were erased to be restored? Or will they be buried in oblivion? How about the person who has been waiting for her for more than ten years? Tagalog

For Claire and Diaz, they are memories. Back then, they were simply regular friends from middle school. But one day, a short message from Claire was unanticipatedly received, and it had a profound effect on their relationship. Ten years had passed since their previous encounter. But, why did Claire still extend a marriage proposal to Diaz, even though they hadn't spoken in a dozen full moons?

Maude Ellington's fiance sends a message to his first love before their wedding. "You've always been the one I wanted to marry." With their wedding fast approaching, Maude watches him meticulously plan every detail with his first love in mind. She quietly lets it all go. Because she no longer wants the wedding. And she no longer wants him.

Si Mark San Andres. Seryosong tao, workaholic at tila hindi alam ang salitang pahinga. Isang magaling na Bodyguard si Mark, magaling sa lahat nang bagay pero walang oras sa pakikipag-relasyon Ngunit nang dahil sa isang text message, Nagbago ang lahat. pati ang kanyang puso. matatanggap ka

"She had me at my worst. You had me at my best. Pero binaliwala mo ang lahat... and you chose to break my heart." Napasinghap ako sa kanyang sinabi habang ang kanyang mga mata ay walang buhay na nakatingin sa akin. Hindi ko man gustong masaktan siya pero kailangan kong gawin dahil alam kong sa huli masasaktan ko rin siya. Ngiti na lamang ang binigay ko sa kanya habang pinupulot isa-isa ang damit kong nakakalat. "Sana maging masaya ka. I'm sorry." "I am, Ali, masaya ako sa kanya." Tuluyan ng tumulo ang luhang pinipigilan ko at tanging narinig ko lang ang pagsara nang malakas na pinto. "I'm sorry, Xerxes... I'm sorry!"

It's my wedding day. However, Julian Lancaster shoves me aside when he receives a call from Vivienne Hayes. "I'm sorry, honey. Vivi has an upset stomach—I need to bring her some medication for that."

On my husband's birthday, I poured my heart into preparing a feast and selecting the perfect gift. Yet, he didn't come home. Instead, I received a picture message—a snapshot of him at the hospital, standing outside the OB-GYN ward, his hand resting tenderly on his childhood crush's belly. Beneath the photo, a message read: [The best birthday gift and a symbol of our decade-long bond.] Furious, I called her. "Don't you know he's married?" Before I could say more, my husband snatched the phone and lashed out at me. "Yvonne just wanted to share the joy of becoming a mother. Why are you overreacting? "Yvonne and I have been best friends for over a decade. Your petty jealousy is disgusting!" I once believed his busyness was for our future, but now I knew—he had been busy supporting the girl of his dreams through her pregnancy. Clutching my own stomach, I bit my lip to stop the tears from falling. Ten years of love had drained away. It was time to let go.