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"แต่งเมื่อไหร่กันล่ะคะ หนิงจะได้เตรียมตัว..." "ฉันจะแต่งวันไหนแล้วมันเกี่ยวอะไรกับเธอ" ร่างสูงเบือนหน้าหนีออกทางหน้าต่าง เขาไม่อยากจะมองใบหน้าเปื้อนคราบน้ำตาของคนที่กำลังเรียกร้องสิทธิ์ที่ไม่ควรจะได้ เขากับหล่อนมาได้เท่านี้ แต่ก็ปฏิเสธไม่ได้ว่าเรื่องทายาทก็สำคัญ ไม่ว่าจะเกิดมาจากผู้หญิงคนไหน เขาก็คือสายเลือดของรักษ์สุขเกษม นั้นคือสิ่งที่เขาต้องการ "ทำหน้าที่ของเธอให้ดีที่สุด เด็กคนนี้เขาจะได้ทุกอย่าง ไม่แพ้ลูกในสมรส" นันนลินทร์เงียบไปครู่หนึ่ง หล่อนหน้าชาไปกับคำพูดจากปากเขา หล่อนตัดพ้อเขาทางสายตา คิดไม่ถึงว่าจะได้ยินคำคำนี้จากเขา หล่อนไม่อยากเจรจาต่อความยาวสาวความยืดกับเขาในตอนนี้ หล่อนแค่ขอเวลาคิด แต่แน่นอนว่าเจตนาของหล่อนนั้นไม่ได้ต้องการให้ตัวเองและลูกในท้องยุ่งเกี่ยวกับผู้ชายที่ชื่อธาฎา รักษ์สุขเกษมได้อีกต่อไป หล่อนเจ็บเกินกว่าจะทนเห็นเขา ในวันที่เขาไล่หล่อนออกไปจากชีวิต แล้วพรากลูกไปดูแลเพียงผู้เดียว

My stepson pushes me down from the second floor, all because I accidentally break a bowl. He stands over me, looking down with a cold, emotionless gaze. "You're just a stand-in my grandfather forced on us. Don't even think about replacing my mother!" I stare up at the boy I've raised for eight years, and his indifference cuts deeper than any wound. Blood slowly trickles down from my forehead. Fighting through the pain, I dial a number. "Whatever debt I owed has been paid. It's time for me to leave." Coincidentally, I already have the divorce agreement that his father has signed.

On the seventh year since Winter Lidell's father was diagnosed with a deadly heart disease, he's finally eligible for a suitable heart meant for the transplant procedure. On the night before the surgery, Winter's husband of seven years, Liam Jager, requests that she give the heart to his mistress, Regina Baile. Liam still looks tall and handsome as ever, but the cold and aloof expression on his face is something that Winter has never seen before. "Winnie." His voice is emotionless. "Regina's condition is deteriorating rapidly." Winter feels her heart sinking the moment she hears her nickname being uttered coldly. She takes half a step backward instinctively, feeling a premonition looming over her. "She needs a heart transplant." Liam's gaze is fixed on Winnie, his tone carrying a hint of absolute decisiveness. "Right. Now." Every word feels like a blade made of ice cutting into Winnie's heart, where hope is starting to flare. Winnie's voice quivers violently, her words coming out fragmented and broken. "What… are you talking about, Liam? My dad… My dad has been waiting for this heart for seven years!"

The day my son gained the lifetime achievement award in research, I died alone on the street. On stage, he thanked his father, a professor, and his biological mother, who had just returned from abroad. He even thanked the nanny at home. But he left me out, his foster mother who had raised him. My husband, Charles Zimmer, learned about my death. He immediately disassociated himself from me. “We’ve long separated. I’ve got nothing to do with her.” I had worked hard to give them a decent life, but they regarded me as a stain that they could never remove. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the time of my life when my destiny changed. Holding the college admission letter, Charles smiled at me and said, “Yes, I’m divorced. But we can live in the city together if you marry me. I’ll let you discipline the kid if he makes any mistakes. I won’t complain about you.” During my previous life, he had me fooled by false promises. I naively thought that it would be easy to be a stepmother. I helped him care for his son and worked hard to support the family. In the end, they conspired with each other to drive me out and leave me penniless. It was because Charles’ ex-wife, who had abandoned them when he was poor, wanted to come home and remarry him. Since I had gained a second chance, I planned to dump such an ungrateful husband and son.

I was Brandon Sandler’s most cherished canary—pampered, sheltered, and utterly his for five years. Then came the news of his engagement to another woman. Only then did I realize his affection had been a carefully crafted revenge. He trapped me by his side, flaunting his love for another while subjecting me to relentless humiliation. Eventually, I stopped caring. But the ruthless business tycoon, who once held himself above all, clutched me with red-rimmed eyes, begging me to come home. He said he regretted everything. My hand instinctively cradled my stomach as I glanced at the man behind him. “Darling,” I murmured, “this man is scaring our baby.”

The little boy I had saved when we were kids grew up to be a possessive, obsessive CEO. For ten years, he kept me by his side, using my grandmother's illness as a bargaining chip to force me into marrying him. He tried everything to win my heart, pulling every trick in the book, but no matter what he did, he could never make me love him. In a fit of rage, he found a woman who looked almost exactly like me to take my place. They flaunted their relationship for everyone to see, and people whispered that the CEO had finally found his true love. But that day, the woman, riding on his affection, barged into the villa with her entourage. She broke my fingers one by one, slashed my face with a utility knife, and removed my clothes to humiliate me. "Even though you had surgery to look like me, I'll let that slide. But you even learned to paint like me, too? You really did your homework. Let's see how you try to seduce men now!" Just as I was bleeding out and on the verge of death, the obsessive CEO finally showed up. The stand-in grabbed my hair and dragged me in front of him, smugly reporting, "Honey, this wench was hiding in the villa trying to seduce you. I've made sure she can't succeed!"