Too Late To Love Me

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.

Tatlong taon. Three years of hell. Ganoon katagal tiniis ni Maria ang isang loveless marriage sa piling ni Javier Elizalde. Sa mata ng cold-hearted CEO, isa lang siyang desperadang gold digger na humahadlang sa kaligayahan nito. Pero nagbago ang lahat nang ma-aksidente si Javier. Tragedy struck, leaving the powerful billionaire blind and helpless. Sa panahong tinalikuran siya ng mundo, si Maria ang nanatili. She became his eyes, his hands, and his sole comfort. Sa ilalim ng katahimikan at walang pagpapakilala, inalagaan niya ito. She nursed him back to health, umaasang sa wakas ay matutunaw na ang yelong nakabalot sa puso ng asawa niya. And it worked—he fell in love with her gentle care, promising to cherish the woman who saved him once he recovered. Pero ang akala ni Maria na happy ending, naging bangungot. When Javier finally opened his eyes, he didn't look for her. Instead, he embraced another woman—his first love—believing she was the one who stayed by his side. Wasak na wasak at pagod na sa pagiging option, Maria made the ultimate decision. Ibinigay niya ang kalayaang matagal nang hinihingi ni Javier. She handed him the divorce papers with a final, broken whisper: "You are free now, Javi. And so am I." She left without looking back. Kaya bakit ngayon ay parang asong ulol na naghahabol ang makapangyarihang CEO sa kanyang ex-wife? Bakit siya lumuluhod at nagmamakaawa para sa isang second chance? Sorry, Mr. CEO. The wife you took for granted is dead and gone. And this time? Walang bawian.

Kira gave up everything for Adrian Westbrook just to be the perfect wife; endured his cold mother, gave up her celebrity chef career, her family’s fortune, her identity. Nine years later, she’s invisible in her own marriage while his secretary takes her place. The final straw? When Adrian chose to save his secretary from a fire instead of his injured wife. Kira left that night with their daughter. No tears. No drama. Just gone. Adrian thinks she’ll come crawling back. She’s just a housewife with nowhere to go. Few days later, he discovers the truth at a high-society gala: his “nobody” wife is actually the heiress to a billion-dollar empire, Kira is introduced as the Director of a powerful empire, and the famous celebrity chef who the world thought had mysteriously disappeared seven years ago. Now she’s untouchable. Now she’s moved on. Now another man treats her like the queen Adrian never did. Adrian finally sees what he lost. But for Kira, it’s too late. Some chances don’t come twice. *He had seven years to love her. Now he’ll spend forever regretting that he didn’t.*

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.

On New Year's Eve, my boyfriend, Leon Parker, proposed to Charlotte Rain in front of all our relatives.  I didn’t cry or make a scene. All I wanted was an explanation for the years of love I had invested in him. Then, I overheard a conversation he had with his brother. “You’ve been together with Annabelle for so many years. Have you never had any feelings for her?” “Feelings? What are you talking about? I only kept her around to entertain myself and kill some time.” “Aren't you worried she’ll leave you?” “That’s impossible! We’ve been together for five whole years. She’s so used to being with me that she could never leave me even if she wanted to.” After that, I had a whirlwind marriage with a blind date my family matched me with, and our wedding just so happened to be on the same day as his. Before his wedding, he was on edge, worried I’d show up to make a scene. That was when he saw the wedding invitation I posted online.

I was Randy Johnson's contract wife. For five years, I tried every possible way to make him fall in love with me. But aside from showing me concern in bed, he ignored me the rest of the time. When a piece of equipment at the amusement park fell and struck me, the first thing he did was rush to his beloved first love. She was startled but unscathed. Yet, he rushed her straight to the hospital. When a towering cake display collapsed on me, leaving blood streaming down my arm, he still chose to comfort his first love, who merely had a stomachache. Since he loved her so deeply, there was no reason for me, his contract wife, to stay. So I let him go and freed myself in the process. I chose to study abroad, vowing never to see him again for the rest of my life. I never expected… this time, he would be the one to regret it.

Sophie, who deeply loved Dylan, had been enduring constant pain because Dylan was in love with a lowly maid. Dylan believed the maid was his lifesaver, and he forced Sophie to donate a kidney to her. Only then did he realize he had mistaken the wrong person—but by that time, Sophie had already left him forever.

“It would be better if you got divorced… just for a while.” Those words stunned Anna—but the real blow came when Rendy, her husband, agreed without hesitation. For the sake of protecting his family’s reputation after their biological daughter’s scandalous pregnancy, Anna was asked to sacrifice everything she had built with him. Out of “gratitude” for being raised by her adoptive parents, she was expected to step aside and let another woman take her place. Heartbroken and betrayed, Anna finally walked away—leaving behind the man who once promised to protect her. But Rendy soon learns the truth he refused to see. The moment Anna is gone, everything falls apart. The woman he pushed away… is the only one he can’t live without. Now, burdened by guilt and consumed by regret, Rendy wants her back—no matter what it takes. But Anna is no longer the woman who will wait for him.

Laura Julianne Knight had everything in life that a woman can wish for. Beauty, brain, wealth and a rich father that loved her the most. When she was secretly named as the heir to a large group of companies by her father, it became the beginning of the destruction of her happiness. Vincent Verdi, a devilishly handsome and arrogant CEO. He was looking for a contract wife that would obey his commands to fulfil his plan in making his ex-girlfriend, Rachel come back to him. And Julia was his perfect choice. Fate brought the two together and then let them apart. After the divorce, Vincent could not get Julia out of his mind anymore. At this moment, he encountered a woman called Laura. Who was she? Why did she have the same face with Julia? And why did she think he was the enemy of her family? There were so many questions that puzzled him, but Vincent was sure that: HE WANTED HER BACK!

For three years, I was nothing but a replacement. After my hundredth blood donation to my three wives' true love, I vanished from their lives. They bombarded my phones with thousands of phone calls and ten times that number of text messages. 'I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, honey! I know I let our mom down. You can do anything to me, but please don't leave me!' 'Please, honey, I'm sorry. I'll do anything. I won't do it again, I swear! Just come back!' 'You can't leave me, honey! You're going to drive me mad! I can't live without you!' 'Please, just tell me where you are! Take my call, please!' … I changed my SIM card once I went back to Imperia and blocked all my wives' contacts. Peace and quiet came back to me. Three months later, I was told that my wives' companies went bust, and the love of their lives swindled them out of every single cent they had. And now they were scouring the land for me. That was a joke. They did not panic when they still had everything. They should never have done what they did. Too late for regrets.