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On the day the male influencer patient was discharged, he posted a tearful video accusing my chaste, principled doctor wife of sexually assaulting him. In the clip, he cowered in a corner of the hospital, trembling, his clothes disheveled. With a terrified cry of "Dr. Shelby," he abruptly cut the footage. Overnight, my wife became a monster in a white coat—public enemy number one across the internet. We begged him, again and again, to come forward and clarify the truth. Instead, he posted an injury assessment report and wept about being bullied by his doctor. My wife had no way to defend herself. She was suspended pending investigation—and in the end, she leapt from the thirtieth floor. I endured humiliation and waited for the truth to surface. When it finally did, I obtained a reexamination report that proved her innocence. But by then, no one cared about the truth anymore. And I, consumed by despair, died of cancer. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day that patient was first admitted. This time, I begged my wife to take leave—I wanted to take her away from this doomed fate. But my gentle wife wrapped her arms around me, her eyes red, and said, "Don't be afraid, honey. This time… I won't run away."

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.

[This month’s property management fee is $1,500. Please make the payment on time.] My wife, Grace Anderson’s phone screen lit up. I glanced at it and then took the phone. “Did the management office miscalculate this? Our management fee should only total up to $28 a month.” Grace stood up abruptly and tried to snatch her phone back. “He must’ve miscalculated! Let me talk to him.” However, I had already clicked on the link and read the page. [Cloud Mansion, property owner: Ken Smith.] The young male nanny cooking in our kitchen had the same name. Something snapped in my brain. The three of us were living in a very small house, but Grace had bought a mansion for our manny!

(Berdasarkan kisah nyata) Dara cukup sedih saat rumah mendiang Kakek nya pernah dicap sebagai rumah angker. Karena bagaimanapun juga rumah itu merupakan rumah masa kecil Dara dan adik adiknya. Namun, ia pun tak bisa menampik kalau rumah itu memang sangat menyeramkan! 16 tahun berlalu kini Rumah Kakeknya telah berubah dan di renovasi. Akan tetapi, masih banyak teka teki yang tidak ia ketahui tentang rumah itu. "Sebenarnya .. Sosok apakah yang sering mengganggu kami saat kecil dirumah itu? Apakah sekarang 'mereka' masih ada disana? Haruskah aku kembali untuk mengungkap misteri tentang Rumah Kakek??"

I was an extremely selfish person. I drained my parents’ life savings, abused my young nephew, and extorted my husband’s premarital assets. My family could no longer endure it and took me to court. If the charges were proven, I would be flayed alive, my tendons torn out, tortured until death.

On New Year’s Day, my wife specifically asked me to organize the company’s annual banquet. As a top salesperson for three consecutive years, everyone could see how capable I was at my job. I felt a surge of secret delight. I thought my wife was finally going to make our marriage public. After all, we had been married for five years. However, to avoid any misunderstandings, we always claimed we were just superior and subordinate at work. During the banquet, my wife suddenly stood up and gave me an order. “Lucien Jean, Stef Law has worked so hard this year. You need to toast him!” I frowned and ignored her drunken rambling. I continued chatting with a colleague beside me. I did not expect her to point her finger at me and shout. “Why are you so petty?! I’ve told you nothing is going on between us! What good is there to keep picking on a newcomer?!” Puzzled colleagues all turned to look at me. The male assistant’s voice cracked. “Lucien, if you really hate me, I’ll quit right now.” After saying that, he ran out in front of everyone. My wife immediately chased after him. A pleasant dinner party ended in an unpleasant mess. I dialed her rival’s number. “I’ve accepted your job offer. “Within three days, I want to see her company go bankrupt!”

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.

When I was two months pregnant, the Alpha, Lucas, asked me to give blood to his childhood friend. She pretended to have been injected with wolfsbane by a rogue werewolf and required the Luna's blood to recover. “Jessica, your physical constitution is good; hurry and give Lilith a blood transfusion!” “A real Luna wouldn’t just stand by and watch her die!” Lucas and his friends pushed me into the operating room. “It’s just a blood transfusion; it won’t harm the fetus. Even if we lose it, we can have another, but Lilith must survive.” I gave up struggling, watching my blood being drawn and transferred into Lilith's body. After waking up, I dragged myself home, only to be pushed to the ground by Lucas. I ended up with a miscarriage. That was the moment I decided to give up on this relationship.

Demi menikahi pria miskin yang dicintainya, Kyra Scott rela bertengkar dengan kedua orang tuanya dan mogok makan. Setelah menikah, Kyra membantu suaminya, Deven Gale, untuk meniti karier dan masa depannya.Setelah berada di puncak kesuksesan, hal pertama yang dilakukan suaminya adalah melepas topeng sandiwaranya selama ini dan mencampakkan Kyra. Dia mengabaikan Kyra selama setahun untuk memaksanya bercerai dan menginjak-injak harga diri yang dibanggakan Kyra. Selain itu, dia bahkan mengutuk Kyra untuk mati mengenaskan ....Sesuai keinginan Deven, Kyra yang takut kedinginan itu akhirnya meninggal di tengah hamparan salju dengan darah yang menggenang di sekitarnya. Deven kehilangan akal sehatnya saat melihat hal itu. Hanya dalam waktu singkat, pria yang selama ini terlihat dingin itu akhirnya jatuh terpuruk. Dia terus memanggil nama Kyra dan memohonnya untuk bangun dan pulang bersamanya ....

Dahil sa mga masasamang nangyari sa buhay ni Adella, napilitan siyang pumasok bilang dancer sa isang club, para lamang mabuhay. Hindi niya akalaing doon niya makikita at makikilala ang iniidolong sikat na surfer na si Apollo Williams. Unang pagtatama pa lamang ng mga mata nila, alam na ni Adella na may kakaiba siyang nararamdaman dito. Ngunit paano siya magugustuhan ng isang tinitingalang taong katulad ni Apollo, gayon ang tingin lamang nito sa kanya ay isang mababang uri ng babae. For him, she was just his whore. Magkakaroon kaya ng katugunan ang nararamdaman ng dalaga patungkol dito? O mananatili na lamang siyang bayarang babae para kay Apollo?