Under The Oak Tree Spoilers

When my husband threatened me with divorce for the hundredth time, demanding I sacrifice myself for my sister, I did not cry or make a scene. I simply signed my name on the divorce papers and willingly handed over the man I had loved for ten years to my sister. A few days later, my sister spoke recklessly at a banquet and offended a powerful family. Once again, I stepped forward to take responsibility, bearing all the consequences in her place. When they later proposed that I become a test subject for my sister's drug research, I gladly accepted. Mom and Dad said I had finally grown into someone mature and responsible. Even my cold husband stood by my hospital bed and, for the first time in so long, gently stroked my cheek. He said tenderly, "Don't be afraid. The experiment won't be life-threatening. When you get out, I'll cook you a big meal." However, he did not know that regardless of whether the experiment was dangerous or not, he did not have to wait for me because I was already dying from a terminal illness.

I've planned seven wedding ceremonies in total, and not once has my fiance, Zachary Gardner, ever shown up for it. The first time, his adopted younger sister, Louise Foster, bursts into tears because she lost her passport at the airport. It was the dead of winter, but he dumped me by the side of the road and left me. The second time, Louise's dog sprained its ankle. Zachary stuffed the ring back into its box and rushed to the animal hospital to accompany her. Every time I argue with him about it, he declares nonchalantly, "We can get married anytime, but I can't let Louise be upset." Everyone around us agrees with him, saying that we're all family anyway, so I shouldn't be so petty. None of them has seen Zachary and Louise kissing fiercely on the dance floor. Today is the seventh wedding ceremony. Once again, he turns to leave after getting a call. I grab the corner of his shirt and say in a choked voice, "If you leave this time, Zachary, I won't marry you anymore." He stops in his tracks and peels off my fingers. "Wait for me," he says before rushing off. What he doesn't know is that this time, I won't be waiting for him any longer.

I make my way to the orphanage after receiving my cancer diagnosis, hoping to bid farewell to the orphan, Lillian Lowe, whom I was sponsoring financially. I unexpectedly find my husband, Henry Graham, who is meant to be on a business trip, and my sister, Felicity Sullivan, who is meant to be on a vacation. Their fingers are intertwined, while they use their free hands to playfully pinch Lillian's cheeks. Lillian rushes into their embrace, weeping pitifully. "Can you get rid of that mean lady at home? I just want to go home with Mommy and Daddy." I finally understand, at that moment, that Henry, whom I thought had loved me the most, is having an affair with Felicity. They even have a child together. Mom and Dad urge me to divorce Henry and make way for his new family. Lillian, the girl I once held dearly in my heart, curses me to an early death. Henry, the one who betrayed me, insists on keeping our marriage. It's too late, though. I'm already dying, just as they wished. Lillian, who once cried so much at the orphanage, now lives in a mansion with a father, a mother, and a pair of doting grandparents. Their perfect little life seems like a never-ending fairy tale. It is only when my lifeless body is before them that everyone suddenly loses their minds.

I died on my birthday, but neither my parents nor my husband noticed. They were too busy pouring all their attention into planning my twin sister, Esme Shaw's, birthday party. While she was surrounded by people helping her pick out a gown, I was tied up and thrown into the basement. With what little strength I had left, I forced my broken fingers to press in the code—9395. It was a signal my husband, Edwin Grant, and I had once agreed on. It was a straightforward way to call for help in the event of danger. I never thought I would actually need it one day. But when I sent it, he didn't believe me. His reply was cold, "Claudia, just because I didn't take you shopping for a new dress, you've decided to put on a show? "You can still wear last year's gown. Stop making trouble. I'll see you at the party later." What he didn't know was that Esme had already shredded that gown into pieces. And what he couldn't imagine was that the moment after he hung up, I was already gone. So, when the celebration began, I never appeared. But when everyone saw the birthday gift I had prepared for Esme ahead of time, the entire room lost its mind.

I didn't think much of her during the interview but my boyfriend decided to hire her. Not only was her work substandard, but her attitude toward me was hostile. I found out later that she was his ex.

When I was two months pregnant, the Alpha, Lucas, asked me to give blood to his childhood friend. She pretended to have been injected with wolfsbane by a rogue werewolf and required the Luna's blood to recover. “Jessica, your physical constitution is good; hurry and give Lilith a blood transfusion!” “A real Luna wouldn’t just stand by and watch her die!” Lucas and his friends pushed me into the operating room. “It’s just a blood transfusion; it won’t harm the fetus. Even if we lose it, we can have another, but Lilith must survive.” I gave up struggling, watching my blood being drawn and transferred into Lilith's body. After waking up, I dragged myself home, only to be pushed to the ground by Lucas. I ended up with a miscarriage. That was the moment I decided to give up on this relationship.

Sebelum mereka menikah sang Pria berkata, “Pernikahan ini hanyalah sebuah perjanjian kerjasama di atas kertas. Di kehidupan nyata, masing-masing kita tidak ada urusan apapun." Setelah menikah, setiap kali Susan mengalami masalah, Sang CEO manja akan membantunya. Ketika Susan dibuli. ia akan melindunginya. Susan mematuhi perjanjian dan menyembunyikan status pernikahan mereka, tetapi malah sang CEO yang mengumumkan kepada dunia bahwa ia adalah istrinya.Suatu saat sang CEO diam-diam datang ke tempat tidurnya. Susan merasa terganggu “Apa sebenarnya maumu?” Dengan muka polos ia memelas “Tolong peluk aku, cium aku. Tolong…” Menghadapi CEO yang membingungkan ini, Susan hanya bisa mengaku kalah. Beberapa tahun kemudian, akhirnya dia sadar bahwa sebenarnya sang CEO sudah menyukainya dari sejak lama.

Apa jadinya, ketika dua orang berbeda usia 13 tahun, harus terjalin sebuah hubungan pernikahan? Mungkinkah keributan akan perbedaan sifat, atau justru kisah menyenangkan yang akan mewarnai? Damian dan Ines, dua orang yang bersepakat menjalin kerja sama menguntungkan dalam wujud pernikahan, akibat keadaan mengimpit yang memaksa. Keluarga Damian mengalami kebangkrutan, dan ia harus menerima banyak penghinaan yang ingin sekali dibalas tuntas. Di sisi lain, Ines pun diterjang isu tak menyenangkan, tentang dirinya yang dianggap pencinta sesama jenis, karena belum juga menikah di usia 40 tahun. Hingga suatu kesempatan, Ines melihat Damian dihajar dan diusir oleh seluruh anak buah Max. Ines memerintahkan anak buahnya menyelamatkan, membawa ke rumah dan memberi perawatan. Di saat itulah, muncul ide di kepala Ines dan langsung mengutarakan pada Damian. Wanita pemegang takhta tertinggi dalam dunia bisnis itu, beranggapan bahwa Damian mudah dikendalikan dengan uang. Namun, rupanya Ines salah menilai sosok Damian. Seiring berjalannya waktu, rahasia demi rahasia pun mulai terbongkar. Pada akhirnya, Ines mengetahui banyak kebenaran tentang Damian, yang tak pernah diketahui atau sekedar dipikirkan selama ini. Lantas, apakah rahasia yang dimiliki oleh Damian? Mungkinkah, jika Ines akan bisa memaafkan Damian, ketika mengetahui tentang kebenaran hidupnya?

My husband's true love goes missing. He traps me in a cave to make me repent for my sins. "Olivia would never have gone missing if not for you! You'd better stay in there and repent for your sins!" No matter how I scream and try to escape, I'm ignored. Ultimately, I die due to cobra venom. Unexpectedly, my husband loses his mind when he sees my body and the twisted look on my face.

In our five years of marriage, I had given in to my husband, John, for a grand total of three times. The first time was during my pregnancy. He had taken his ex-girlfriend Stacy, who had once taken three bullets for him, back home and cared for her. When I became angry, he immediately sent her away once she recovered. The second time was after childbirth, when I was ready to return to work. To repay a favor, he gave the position I had worked years for to Stacy. He said it was so I could rest well. I looked at my son, who needed me, and I conceded. The third time was during our son’s birthday. In front of the entire company, he had announced that Stacy was his wife, all so she could establish herself in the company. I gave him two choices: divorce or send her away. Without hesitation, he chose the latter and immediately sent her abroad. The fourth time was when my father suddenly had a heart attack and urgently needed surgery. He disappeared again. I searched everywhere for him to cover the hospital expenses, and I finally discovered that he had gone to the airport to pick up a pregnant Stacy, who was returning to the country. Because of that, my father missed the best chance for treatment and died. I was done giving in. I disguised the divorce agreement as our son’s medical bill and tricked him into signing it. No compensation or apology would matter. I did not wish to have him near my son or myself again.