Male Eye Candy

My wife, Violet Miller, was obsessed with cleanliness. Yet I caught her peeling shrimp for a male intern at a dinner party. I demanded a divorce on the spot. Violet stared at me in disbelief. “Daniel is like a younger brother to me. What’s wrong with looking after him? Are you really divorcing me over this?” My heart ached. Maybe... it was time to let go.

I had been married to Natasha Bates for ten years, and not once did she ever join me for our family's Independence Day cookout. This year, on the night before the celebration, I finally gathered the courage to ask if she wanted to come. She scoffed and said, "What are you, stuck in the past? Who even celebrates the Fourth with a family dinner anymore?" Yet that very evening, I saw a social media post of Natasha with her male best friend, Stanley Rogers. They were quite intimate in the picture, and the caption read: [True happiness is celebrating Independence Day with your bestie!] I commented back: [Hope you two lovebirds make it official soon.] Stanley did not hold back. He messaged me a bunch of intimate photos of the two of them. Then, he added, [You're just a leech living off his wife. What right do you have to question anything about Nattie?] Everyone always thought I was a gold-digger living off Natasha's success. However, they all forgot that I was the sole major shareholder of the company. This time, I’m done staying silent.

My wife has an emotional breakdown after being violated. She insists I'm the one who orchestrated it, but both our parents know her true love is the actual culprit. Still, they don't object to her insane retaliation. They even have me locked up in a prison abroad. As I'm tormented, she sells my company to help her true love get away scot-free. Ultimately, he's set free, but I die without even having a final resting place. When a judge informs her to collect my body, she sneers and says, "I've had enough of this nonsense. Does he think he can get away with a fake corpse? I won't even bat an eye if his body is flushed down the drain! He's nothing but a disgusting criminal!" Later, she realizes that I've truly died. She's delighted, but her laughter soon turns to tears as she holds my corpse.

Tungkol sa isang mayaman at maimpluwensyang lalaki na na-inlove sa isang lady stripper. Si Mariel ay isang stripper sa gabi nilang kaniyng partime at full time job niya ang maging housekeeping sa hotel sa umaga. Nag do-double job siya para matulungan niya ang nanay niyang may sakit. Malaki ang kaniyang medical bills kaya niya naisipang mamasukan bilang lady stripper. Mas mabilis ang pera , mas madali siyang makakaipon para sa pagpapagamot ng kaniyang ina. Babayaran ni Jacob ang kaniyang puri sa halagang 5million. Pumayag siya alang alang sa kapakanan ng kaniyang ina. Dahil sa pagkahiya niya ay tumayo kagad siya papunta sa banyo. Nagulat siya sa biglang pagsulpot ni Jacob sa kaniyang likuran. Anong mangyayari kung malalaman ni Marielle na ang taojg kaniyang sinipa ang pagkalalaki ay siya pang may ari ng kaniyang pinagtatrabahuhan. Pano niya matatakasan si Jacob?!

Si Tiffany Chua ay lumaki sa hirap at laging napapabayaan ng kaniyang ama at lola dahil sa dugong Chinese na nagtatangi sa kaniya mula sa kanilang paboritong anak, ang kapatid niyang si Ronald. Sa kanyang pagsisikap na mabuhay at umasenso, natanggap siya bilang sekretarya ni Lincon, isang istrikto, malamig, at walang pakialam na boss na may lihim na pagkatao sa likod ng kaniyang matigas na anyo. Isang araw, inalok siya ni Lincon na magpanggap bilang asawa niya para sa isang personal na dahilan, at dahil sa kawalan ng pagpipilian, tinanggap niya ang alok. Ngunit hindi naging madali para kay Tiffany ang mapabilang sa mundong ginagalawan ng kaniyang boss, lalo na nang bumalik ang dati nitong nobya, si Jillian, na nagbigay ng hamon sa kanilang kasunduan. Sa kabila ng mga pagdurusa, nagawa pa ring ibuhos ni Tiffany ang buong pagmamahal kay Lincon, kahit alam niyang may ibang laman ang puso nito. Ngunit sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon, nalaman ni Lincon na nagdadalang-tao si Tiffany sa anak nila. Sa isang trahedyang nagdulot ng panganib sa buhay ni Tiffany, napilitang ipanganak ang kanilang anak via C-section habang siya ay nasa coma. Kasabay ng pagsilang ng kanilang anak, susubukin ng kapalaran ang hangganan ng pagmamahal at pagsasakripisyo ni Tiffany, pati na rin ang mga damdaming pilit ikinukubli ni Lincon. Pipiliin ba niya ang muling nagtangkang magbalik na si Jillian, o ang babaeng nag-alay ng lahat para sa kaniya—si Tiffany?

On the day I won the national esports championship, my girlfriend of eight years told me she wanted to go on stage and personally present me with flowers. Standing on the podium, my heart was racing. I reached into my pocket to pull out the ring I'd hidden there, ready to propose to her in front of the entire nation. But what happened next shocked me. She giggled and, instead of handing me the bouquet, she gave it to her male best friend. Under the bright lights, they became the center of attention. The crowd cheered, and their congratulatory messages flooded the trending topics. Even his fans tagged me in posts, mocking, [I told you not to get in the way of our couple, now look at you.] I simply posted on Twitter, [Respect and blessings. Please be locked together forever.]

We’d been together for seven years, but during that entire time, my fiancée rejected the idea of getting married ninety-nine times, all because of a male intern. The first time, she canceled our vacation at the last minute, saying the intern was stuck on a night shift and afraid of the dark. She got on a flight that very night and rushed back to the hospital. The second time, we were already halfway through the doors of the courthouse to get our marriage registered. But just then, she got word that the intern had collapsed from exhaustion. Without a second thought, she left me standing alone in the snow for the entire day. After that, it became a pattern. Every time we were together, the intern would find some excuse to pull her away. Eventually, I made up my mind to let go. I stopped dreaming about a happy marriage with her. However, just when I announced I was transferring to another city, she broke down, begging me, almost hysterically, not to leave.

My daughter’s kindergarten held a family event, and I rushed there, only to see her holding hands with my wife’s male secretary. “Daddy,” she said, “I wish our family could stay like this forever.” I watched as the three of them hugged, radiant with happiness. Suddenly, exhaustion washed over me. Later, I filed for divorce. Then I left to teach in rural villages for thirty years. If I couldn’t light the lamp in my own home, I’d at least illuminate the path for others.

After returning from my business trip, I saw my wife lying on the couch in an alluring position. I initially thought it was a surprise, but the next moment, I spotted a hidden camera in the corner of the TV cabinet. It turned out that my wife had been secretly...

The night I confessed my love to my girlfriend, she wept so hard she could barely breathe. She said she had seen the future, and she wanted to make a promise with me. I asked her why. She only shook her head and said, "I don't remember… all I know is that in the future I regret something terribly. Frank, no matter what happens, you must give me three chances. Will you?" I was deeply in love with Agnes Grey, so I agreed without hesitation. But later, it was as if she had forgotten all about that night—forgotten it when she clung so intimately to her male assistant. Only then did I understand why she'd made me promise that all those years ago. Because the moment I signed my name on the divorce papers, I heard a familiar voice. It was Agnes at nineteen. Through her sobs, she pleaded, "Frank… you promised me, didn't you? You said you'd give me three chances."