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I'm three months pregnant when my husband, a doctor, personally performs an abortion for me. I can see the fetus in the trash can. Chuck Gross uses his doctor's coat to block Valerie Green's curious eyes. "Don't look, Val. You'll get nightmares." After the abortion, he throws a few tissues at me, looking icy. Then, he leaves with Valerie. Later, when Chuck learns the truth, he bursts into agonized tears. "Can we not get a divorce? Please?"

The love she made was sincere, but she was only regarded as a tool and inferior, discarded rudely. While she was down, she made a pact with a cold man. "You have become mine. Obey everything I say, Noella." Enrick held the tip of my hair. He kissed it with a savage look in his eyes. "To me, this is an entertaining little show. Are you going to give me even greater pleasure?" The smile he showed always made my body move. Can I really not run away like he wants?

After my husband cheats, my relatives advise me to be tolerant and forgiving. Why? Because my husband's mistress is pregnant, and I'm infertile. Even his parents hurry to our house in the middle of the night to say, "Don't worry—we won't let that woman step foot in this house. Once she gives birth, the child will be yours." Is that so? I sneer as I look at a medical report. Perhaps the child will have something to do with me, but it definitely won't have anything to do with my husband.

I was the real heiress in a case of a mistaken identity. Three months after my return, the imposter heiress disappeared.   My brother, Caleb Carter, accused me of jealousy, believing I had driven the fake heiress away. The disappointed look on my parents’ faces revealed their true thoughts.   I was confined in the basement, subjected to daily torture.   Even after my death, my family donated my brain to a research institution.   Later, I watched from heaven as my family broke down upon watching my memories.

Midnight. I heard a faint meowing through the window. I was about to have a look when floating words appeared in front of me. [Don't open the window! There isn't a cat outside! It's a serial killer!] [I'm done. How could the side character be so dumb? I can already imagine how tragic her death will be.] [Go and find the villain! He loves you so much! He will surely protect you!] I quickly retracted my hand on the window latch…

Is love hard to find? Bobby found his Soulmate at a glimpse of an eye. He attended a once in awhile beach party that led him into falling in love and finding his long awaited lady of his dreams. Who knew love would be this elementary to find. His associates teased him and he denied it but deep down they knew he was concealing his sensitiveness. Their love grew even stronger that it led into marriage and making up a family together. Love comes where you are, we don't look for it. It comes naturally.

I need to drive to and from work due to a change in my job scope. However, my father-in-law hoards my car and refuses to return it. My husband stands up for him. "How can you be so materialistic? So what if you have to take an electric scooter to work?" So, I sell the car. My husband points at me and snaps, "What right do you have to sell Dad's car?" I look at him calmly. "I've sold the one you drive too."

The day I decided to file for divorce, Dean Potter couldn’t wait to draft the divorce agreement. Five years ago, he had been forced to marry me, and now he was finally free. On the day we were finalizing the divorce, Dean arrived with his new flame, radiating delight mixed with a hint of mockery. “Veronica Byrd, look at you—you’re miserable.” I watched his figure fade into the distance, my vision blurring. Miserable? In the next life, it wouldn't happen again.

Lena Rowan, a struggling art student is blackmailed into posing as the comatose girlfriend of ruthless billionaire Damon Hale-- a man who believes she caused the accident that left his real girlfriend Amara in a coma. He despises her for what he thinks she's done and she loathes him for the way he uses her as a pawn. But when forced to live under the same roof, hatred becomes Obsession, and obsession begins to look dangerously like love. And more importantly, what happens when his real girlfriend wakes up?

My boyfriend was a therapist. On the day I got diagnosed with ALS, he was busy celebrating his friend's birthday. He said, "Sophie's got depression. Without me, she could break down, hurt herself, or do worse things." To look after her, he broke up with me and moved into her place. I blocked him on everything, agreeing we'd go our separate ways. Strangely, he lost his nuts when he found out I was dying.