Regret Came Too Late

Shortly after I married Andrew Lorne, my mother-in-law has my husband's widowed sister-in-law move in with us. She wants my husband to bear the responsibility of caring for two families. My husband says he wouldn't be who he is without his elder brother's help, so he won't let his sister-in-law suffer. And so, she and her son steal my home and my husband's love. Meanwhile, my daughter and I are banished to the countryside. On the first day of our banishment, I'm violated and murdered by beggars who barge into the house. … It takes three years for my husband to remember me. He comes to the countryside to take me home. "Come out, Jovana. I'll immediately bring you home as long as you agree to give your property to Tiana as an apology for the things you've done." As soon as the words are out of his mouth, my daughter emerges from the yard, which is overgrown with weeds. She tells him I was dead. He doesn't believe her. He allows his mother to beat my daughter half to death and berates me while he's at it. "How dare you, Jovana! You haven't learned your lesson at all, have you? These dirty tricks are all you know, and you even taught our daughter to lie! It's been years, yet you still can't compare to Tiana!"

After the birth of our daughter, my husband left for a dangerous mission. My in-laws' initial joy soured, and they regarded my baby with disdain. Maria, my mother-in-law, was particularly scornful. In a rare show of familial love, my father-in-law Lincoln took my daughter out for a playdate. I thought he had finally grown fond of her, only for him to strike me the moment he returned. "How dare you betray my son! I'll kill you!" "Yes! Beat that loose woman to death together with that brat!" Shifting my gaze from the report on the floor to my furious father-in-law, I pulled out several photos—my naked mother-in-law Maria, caught with another man. "Let's see who the real loose woman is!"

Six years ago, Veldana betrayed Maurice in court. Her testimony sent him, her fated mate, to the dungeon for a crime he didn’t commit. Dragged away in chains, Maurice eyes burning with hatred for her. She lost him, her dignity, and nearly her unborn child. Now, he has returned, no longer the poor boy she once loved, but a ruthless Alpha with power stretching across empires. To him, she is nothing but a liar, a traitor, and the woman who stole three years of his life. But to her, he is still the man she can’t stop loving… and the father of the daughter he doesn’t know exists. When his cold eyes fall on Veldana again, there is no recognition of their once-sacred bond. Only venom. “You’ll pay, Veldana,” he says, voice steady and lethal. And she knows he means it. She pays with her life but Maurice needs to decide if to truly live without her or exchange his life for hers.

My sister gets into an accident and needs an emergency blood transfusion when I'm six months pregnant. After a round of tests, my blood is the only suitable one. I'm exhausted and too skinny after being tormented by morning sickness. I have to say no. However, my family forces me to do it. I have no strength to resist; I can only beg my husband for help. To my devastation, he stands by and watches me coldly. "It's fine for you to donate some blood since you're so healthy. Queenie isn't the same as you—she has a bright future ahead, so we can't let anything affect that." I pass out after the blood donation. The first thing I do when I wake up is make an appointment for an abortion.

When Scott Williams broke Cassie Newman’s heart, the last thing she wanted was to be the lady everyone talked about. The world-famous wedding planner who helped couples live their dream marriages, yet couldn’t save her own. The unfortunate woman who became the tabloids favorite gossip. She disappeared, shocking everyone, ran to a new city, changed her name, and started over, living her life, trying to bury the horrible past as she enjoyed her new marriage and new family. But just when things seemed perfect, Scott returned, acting as if he would die if she didn’t give him another chance. Now, he is determined to ruin Cassie Newman’s marriage. But will she let him?

I had been hanging around with Mark Anderson for eight years. People in his circle said I had become addicted to loving him.To what extent had I become addicted?I had become addicted to the point where I didn't hesitate to get rid of any woman who got close to him.In the end, Mark sent me to rehab.Others went to rehab for smoking, drinking, or gaming addiction.But I went to rehab for Mark.Later, I did successfully overcome my addiction to him, but he expressed regret over it.

I discovered two things after being diagnosed with a brain tumor. I was first on what appeared to be a fake marriage certificate with Julian Fitzgerald. I had raised my son for six years, and he was already aware of it. In fact, he wanted his mother to be someone else. It was then that I realised my life was just a hoax. Seven years of not being in touch with my family, keeping myself solitary and making sacrifices but it was all just plain cruel. So, I did three things. The husband and son who had betrayed me, I went missing. In preparation for our seventh wedding anniversary, I called off the romantic dinner reservation made a month ago. Besides my participation in several health-related group discussions, I also left my son's kindergarten parent groups. These groups were all designed to improve the well-being of my husband and son. My second action was to contact my physician and request a stress evaluation. I requested a special prescription to prevent any complications that might arise during my international travel. The third person I contacted was my older sister, whom she had not been in touch with for seven years. My words were, "To marry in a place where I don't belong to my family is just miserable."

I died on the day I won the Global Medical Doctorate Award. Fresh from celebrating the sixteenth birthday of my younger sister, my parents, brother, and my fiancé finally returned home, but it was three hours after my death. My family photos were beaming with happiness on social media, while I laid in the suffocating basement drenched in blood. Before I died, I had struggled to slide my tongue across my phone screen in a desperate attempt to call for help. My parents and brother had blocked my number. Only my fiancé answered my call. The moment his voice came through, he snapped, "Winona, Winnie's sixteenth birthday is important. Stop trying to hijack attention with your pathetic excuses. Enough with the theatrics!" It murdered my last spark of survival. In that electronic death rattle, my heart flatlined. The 100th time they chose her. The 100th time they abandoned me for her. But it was also the last time. They thought I had ran way to get their attention again, and that if they taught me a harsh lesson, I would come crawling back pathetically. But not this time. Because I didn't leave home. I had been lying in the basement of my house.

After sacrificing her billionaire heiress identity to become a devoted housewife, Ophelia Sterling risks her own life undergoing experimental medical procedures to save her hockey star husband's career, only to watch him choose the manipulative doctor who stole credit for her sacrifice. When a devastating miscarriage shatters her world and her marriage crumbles under a web of lies orchestrated by her husband's rival, Ophelia discovers the brutal truth: everything she gave up, every pain she endured, was destroyed by the very people she trusted most. Rising from the ashes of betrayal, she reclaims her powerful heritage and builds an empire that will make those who destroyed her life pay the ultimate price. But when her ex-husband finally learns the shocking truth about who she really is and what he lost, will his desperate attempts at redemption be enough, or has he awakened a force that will stop at nothing to ensure he suffers as she once did?

My ex-husband has remarried. Before the wedding, his new wife sends me an invitation. I can't understand this. Why would she invite her husband's ex-wife to her wedding? Half a year later, my ex-husband and his new wife make it onto the trending topics. #HaveMilesGallagher'sStandardsDroppedAfterHisDivorce? #MilesGallagherMustBeFilledWithRegret