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For the seven years after our marriage, I spend whole nights in the prayer room before he will even touch me. Eric Compton says it is to atone for what I owe Monica Lynch. When his mother, Barbara Lane, pushes me to fulfill my wifely duties again, I overhear Eric's friends laughing. "Let me think. How many rounds of IVF has Avery done this year? She's trying very hard to get pregnant." "She probably doesn't know there's no way she's ever getting pregnant with Eric's kid." Eric scoffs. "Every time we're done, I give her a glass of milk. After all these years of birth control, it'd be a miracle if she got pregnant." He adds, "Everything she's suffered through is just payback for driving Monica away." I smile bitterly and send the recording to Richard Compton. "I'm not the lucky one meant to carry on the Compton name. Can I go now?"

I love him since I saw him. Hindi ako naniniwala sa love at first sight pero ng makita ko siya binali niya ang paniniwala ko. Alam ko sa sarili ko mahal ko siya, kaya ganun nalang ang tuwa ko ng inapproach niya ako pero nawasak ang puso ko "Hindi ba best friend mo si Ms. Clarfson baka pwede mo naman ako sa kanya ipakilala sa kanya". My smile faded, my heart broke into pieces. Mahal ko siya at hanggad ko ang kaligayahan niya. Kung sa best friend ko siya sasaya bakit ko namana aalisin ang kaligayahan niya. Decades passed by, for almost decade ko na sya minamahal ng pa lihim. Could you imagine for almost decades na din ako nasasaktan ng palihim. But everything ruin, when my best friend married someone else and left my man broken. I don't know what happen but I found myself sharing a bed with the man I loved. I got pregnant with his child. Being pregnant with his child gives me hope, hope that he's going to love me how I love him but the hope has vanished. My love for him turns to anger and hatred. Is my love for him gonna die or consisting loving him even it's killing me?

Natalie Walker poured her heart and soul into loving Cedric Johnson for ten years, only to end up being burned to death by his lover.Cedric thought of that woman as nothing more than a housemaid. Even marriage wouldn't change her status. That was, until he received the news that she wanted a divorce..."Why do you want a divorce?" Cedric asked arrogantly, believing that this woman couldn't survive without him."Aren't you eager for me to die so you can be with your lover? I'm simply fulfilling your wish!" Natalie shot back as she laughed mockingly. "Cedric, I won't be blind again! Not in this lifetime!"Natalie, who had been reborn from the ashes, held the divorce papers and kicked the scumbag and his mistress to the curb.At a press conference for her company, the media asked, "We heard that you initiated the divorce. Could you tell us the reason?"Natalie responded calmly, "It was simply time to let go."That fire had consumed all her emotions.Looking back, it was nothing more than a long-planned trap set for her.

It was Hana Verlice’s engagement party — but the only thing she could think about was that night six months ago. The night Dante Carter pinned her against the backseat window of his car,cheeks pressed to the glass, her dress lifted to her waists, with his mouth buried between her legs. Now, she was hours away from marrying his older brother. Elijah Osborne Carter — the perfect man, heir to Osborne Pharmaceuticals, and her father’s last hope of saving their crumbling empire. But as she slipped into her designer dress, her mind couldn't stop thinking about the one man she could never have. Dante. The mistake she was supposed to forget. The temptation she swore never to touch again. The younger brother who disappeared after that night and was never supposed to come back. But as she stepped out of her dressing room to join her soon-to-be husband at the party, there he was. Leaning at the foot of the stairs like raw sin. Messy hair. Dark eyes. That cocky mouth that once had her moaning his name in ecstacy. Her pulse quickened as her knees threatened to give out. She tried to breathe. To stay still. But one look at him… and she knew she was in trouble. “What the hell are you doing here?” she whispered, her voice barely holding. He smirked, slow and knowing as his gaze dropped shamelessly to her lips. “Did you miss me, cookie?”

Benjamin Spencer took up the responsibility of raising Yvonne Johnson when her parents died during a holiday on the cruise. He took care of her, nurtured her, and gave her the care she needed. As time passed, Yvonne developed romantic feelings for Benjamin which he later found out. Astonished and dismayed, he decided to send her away. Five years later, she came back with a kid. What would be waiting for them in the future?

Evelyn Stuart is the daughter of the Silvermoon pack's Alpha, but she ends up dying a miserable death beneath the moonlight after getting infected with highly contagious wolfsbane. Wyatt Smith, the one she loves, is the son of her family's chauffeur, yet he treats her like a maid. After seizing control of her pack, he betrays her and gets together with the she-wolf he has been in love with since his school days. Moments before the despairing Evelyn dies, she finally realizes that Bennett Morris, her fated mate whom she rejected long ago—and the towering, fearsome, ruthless Alpha King—has been secretly looking out for her the whole time. She drowns in overwhelming regret. However, the benevolent Moon Goddess gives the pitiful Evelyn the chance to be reborn and have a do-over. What kind of choices will Evelyn make this time?

Elena Sinclair rebuilt her life from the ruins of a future that never happened. Five years ago, Adrian Kane chose his father’s fortune over her—and it destroyed them both. Now, his late father’s will forces him to marry her within six months or lose his billion-dollar empire to his ruthless brother. Elena’s plan is simple: say YES, marry him, and break his heart where it hurts most. But the man she remembers—the cold heir who left her—is gone. In his place stands a man who has faced therapy, loss, and five years of grief he never wanted her to see. The more she seeks revenge, the harder it becomes to tell who’s really being punished. When the truth finally comes out, she learns that sometimes love’s second chance begins where the first one ended.

Damian, my destined partner, is the alpha that all wolf girls dream of. For him, I went alone to the North, his pack. But for three years after we signed the contract, he remained chaste, staying at least three feet away from me, refusing to mate with me. I thought he was just busy with the affairs of the wolf pack and had no time to care about me. Until I stumbled upon Damian pinning Lyra, his sister, against a rough tree trunk, his mouth savagely devouring her lips like a wild beast. "You know I long for you, Lyra!" he roared. "Why did you force that boring Selena on me?!" At last I understood. The only person he truly loved was Lyra. He hurt me again and again for Lyra, and even when we were trapped in the forest and almost swallowed by the shadow plague, he ran away with Lyra in his arms without looking back. "Whether Selena can escape or not has nothing to do with me. You are the most important person in my world!" I was heartbroken, but he wanted to complete the final mark with me because of guilt. He didn't know that I had already dripped my heart's blood on the moonstone the day I found out about his affair with Lyra. Our mate bond had been completely broken long ago.

I met my mate, Alpha Draven, at the bonding ceremony of our classmate Raven—seven years after I rejected him. But everything had changed. He was still handsome and prestigious, with his beautiful mate clinging to his side. And me? I stood there in an old-fashioned uniform, black-rimmed glasses perched on my nose— a relic from another world. Yes. We were from two completely different worlds now. In the middle of the ceremony, I overheard some werewolves whispering and laughing. "Draven, have you finally moved on from her rejection? It's been seven years, after all." His smile faded. "Honestly, I didn't even recognize her at first glance today." Their words struck me like claws to the heart. I couldn't breathe. So I left—quietly, halfway through the ceremony—before the pain could completely devour me.

In the third year of our marriage, my wife’s ex-boyfriend of eight years suddenly posted a picture on social media showing off a multi-million-dollar wedding house. His caption read: “Wow, got myself a huge villa, I’m the master of charming women!” I stared in shock at the picture, which showed my wife swiping her card at a sales office, and left a single comment: "?" A second later, my wife called to scold me. “I was just fulfilling a promise I made to him back when we were dating, buying him a house. Why are you getting mad at him?” “What? Are you really going to be so vicious as to force me to break my word?” That evening, her ex showed off another lavish post, this time flaunting a renovation bill worth hundreds of thousands. I knew it was a gift from my wife to please him. But by then, I no longer cared.