No Other Woman Full Movie

On the day I died, my boyfriend was with another woman. He was a man I had rescued from the clutches of rich women. My condition was for him to be my boyfriend for three years, and he agreed. I showered him with money, resources, and connections, single-handedly making him famous. Yet, while he told me we could not date publicly, he casually engaged in fake romance rumors with others for publicity. One of his rumored girlfriends even came to me with a voice message. "If it weren’t for using her as a stepping stone, who would bother with someone so dull and boring?" But after I died, why did he go mad?

As the plane was going down, we discovered one of the parachutes was defective. In that life-or-death moment, Eugene Shaw handed me the last working parachute. I made it to the ground, but my illegitimate sister, Sharon Cook, was lost in the crash, her remains never recovered. After our rescue, Eugene kept his word and married me, fulfilling our engagement. The wedding was extravagant, but our marriage was a complete disaster. For six years, he lived with a searing hatred, convinced I was responsible for Sharon’s death. To him, I was a villain, and my life became a living hell. When we finally reached the end of our toxic marriage, Eugene dragged me back to the site of the crash, choosing to end both our lives in a twisted act of vengeance. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that fateful day, just before the crash. This time, I decided to give the chance of survival to the person he loved most.

Eight years after I married that award-winning actor, he publicly declared he was dating the top starlet, Celine James. He even posted a picture of the two of them celebrating their adopted “baby’s” birthday. I did not call him to interrogate him as usual. Instead, he hurriedly explained, “It’s just a pet we adopted. As its ‘dad’, I have to be there for its birthday.” I said calmly, “Rather than adopting a furbaby, why don’t we get a divorce? Then you can have an actual baby with her.”

It all started with the woman, named Vera and her dreams. Then, the secrets that lies beyond the beauty of the moon. Come and see, The Woman, The Dreams and The Moon on their full beauty and splendor.

I chase my six-year-old daughter out of the house on a cold winter day. I cut her new clothes to pieces and dirty her dainty little face with mud. Then, I give her all my savings. She looks at me tearfully and reaches out for me, wanting me to hold her. However, I harden my heart and push her away, saying, "Leave! Go to Bowen Group and look for their CEO, Logan Bowen. Show him my death certificate and your DNA test—he'll take you in." She sobs while looking at me. "Don't you want me anymore, Mommy? Let's go look for Daddy together." After a brief silence, I say, "I can't go with you. I lied to him back then to have you." Yes, I'm a liar. I orchestrated everything from meeting Logan, dating him, to ultimately leaving him with his child in my womb. Even the death certificate I've given my daughter is fake. From beginning to end, I've lied to him about everything except our daughter.

Isang babaeng kinatatakokotan ng kahit sinong tao na makabangga niya dahil sa angking galing nito sa pakikipagtunggali--- Nathalie Collins. Isang mahusay na NBI Agent, dahil lahat ng misyong ibinibigay sa kaniyan ay walang kahirap-hirap niyang nalutas. Ngunit sa kaniyang puso ay nakapaloob ang lungkot at paghihiganti upang mabigyan ng katarungan ang mga magulang na basta na lang pinatay ng taong hindi niya kilala. Sa patuloy niyang paghahanap sa mga kriminal na pumaslang sa pamilya niya, ay unti-unti namang lumalambot ang puso niya sa babaero niyang boss na si Frank Smith. Para sa kanya ay kailangan niyang sumipilin ang kaniyang puso lalo na at alam ni Natalie na sa bandang huli ay siya pa rin ang uuwing luhaan. Ngunit hanggang kailan niya kayang paglabanan ang pag-ibig na nadarama para kay Frank? At may pag-asa pa kayang makamit ng mga magulang ni Natalie ang hustisyang nararapat para sa pamilya?

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]

WARNING: CONTAINS MATURED CONTENT. Please be guided accordingly. *** Love is a piece shit, that's what Bea Compassion believes. She thought that marriage will end happily ever after not until her fiancee didn't show up on the day of their wedding. And the jerk even sends a note saying that "SORRY, BE HAPPY." With all the gasps and disbelief sounds of the guests, she ran away from the church where many people witnessed her unsuccessful wedding, thanks to her fiancee. She's too broken at that day and she cried a thousand tears because of her asshole ex-fiancee. Remembering those years, Bea learned her lesson. Men are all the same, they are all jerks and assholes. She doesn't want to experience that kind of pain again, to do that, she will protect her heart using her brain. She became numb and an untouchable person Three years have passed and she became A BITTER WOMAN. Can someone from the past melt her frozen heart?

Fedora Smith was done with love. Finished. Buried. Betrayal had ripped out her heart and torched it—her boyfriend of four years and her best friend of twenty-five caught pants down on the very anniversary sheets she gifted him. And their excuses? “You’re not attractive anymore.” “You took too long to marry him.” Fine. If love was a game, she was rewriting the rules. Now, she runs The Bridal Fix, an elite agency providing fake marriages for a steep price—rent-a-bride services for men needing to fool their families, secure an inheritance, or stage the perfect breakup. Fifteen weddings, fifteen divorces—no strings, no mess. Just business. Until Judah Carlstone. He hires her like the rest—one contract, one wedding, one payday. But Judah asks too many questions. Looks at her too long. And when he smirks and says— "Tell me, Fedora… how does it feel to say ‘I do’ and not mean it?" For the first time in years, she has no answer. Because this was never supposed to feel real.

Two years after we marry, my husband moves his sister and her family into our marital home. The four of them settle down and refuse to leave. So, I quit both my jobs. I laze around at home all day and splurge on various things. I have so many parcels delivered that they pile up by the door. Occasionally, I ask my husband and his sister for allowance. When the management office sends someone to chase for our maintenance fee, my husband breaks down so loudly that everyone in the building can hear him. He asks me whether I've lost my mind—who will support the family if I don't work? How will we survive without money? Am I going to allow our family to starve? So, it turns out he does know that we'll starve without anyone generating income. Why does he and his sister stay at home and plot to take away all my money, then?