When Superman's Away Martha And Lois

At our wedding, my wife's assistant "accidentally" uploaded the wrong photo. The big screen was supposed to display our wedding portraits. Instead, it was a picture of my wife and him in full wedding attire. Their fingers were laced together, their eyes locked in a soft, intimate gaze, looking every bit like a blissfully happy couple. The entire venue erupted in shocked whispers. The assistant froze in shock, acting like he had no idea why he was in the photo. He started panicking, asking if we should just postpone the ceremony. My wife, however, stayed surprisingly calm. She whispered her solution, “Everyone’s here. Postponing now would be humiliating and, honestly, a bad omen. Beside, most people here don’t even know what the groom looks like. Why don’t we just let him stand in for you?” Our friends were dumbfounded. They all thought I’d explode in anger and jealousy after hearing something so outrageous. Instead, I nodded, saying it was actually a great idea. Seeing how composed I remained, my wife looked pleased with herself. She told me that since we were legally married anyway, she’d make it up to me later with another ceremony. However, she seemed to have forgotten one thing: she had just signed the divorce papers.

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.

I went abroad for three years to build a lab and save my husband's company from collapse. After endless struggles, I finally cracked the technical problems and developed the core technology. When I returned home with that breakthrough, I saw the airport video board plastered with the same impossible headline—my husband was getting married. I felt a hot, furious ache and took a taxi straight to the venue. … A woman who had cared for our household for years blocked me at the gate and sneered. "Who do you think you are, showing up at the Stone family's wedding? Get out of here, or I'll get security to throw you out." For a moment, I stood rooted, but then the bride appeared, walking out of the villa in a wedding gown. It was the woman Adrian Stone had once told me was dead—his first love, Evelyn Sutton. She wore my wedding ring on her finger and looked at me with pure contempt. "You want to make a scene at my wedding?" she said. "If you do, you're really asking for trouble. My husband, Adrian, won't hesitate to take care of you." I folded my arms and let out a cold laugh. "Adrian's getting married? Funny, I don't recall getting an invitation."

Amara Blake’s life revolves around her son, Noah. Juggling two jobs and a past that left her wary of love, she never imagined her path would cross with Luca Moretti, a billionaire chef looking to open a new restaurant in her small town. When Amara takes a catering job at a local charity event hosted by Luca, sparks fly—but not the good kind. Their first encounter is fiery and full of misunderstandings. But soon, Luca sees something in Amara that he can’t ignore—strength, honesty, and warmth he didn’t know he needed. As their lives intertwine through food, family, and second chances, they’re forced to confront their fears. Amara must let go of her past, and Luca must learn that love isn’t a recipe you can control.

Young Autumn Wilde was a happy she-wolf along with her twin, Summer Wilde, and her big brother, Luke Wilde. It was all she ever wanted. To be close with her family and played with pack members since she is the daughter of the Alpha of Red Moon pack. But, when she's 17, she ran away from the pack's house. She ran from one pack to another pack just to search for the most precious matter for her. By that, she lives in the woods, sleeps on the ground covered with leaves. But that's not the worst thing yet. The worst thing happened after the best sleep she ever had since she ran away from home. Why? Maybe you want to find out yourself......

"I'm trying to keep in my mind that I want you to stay away. But my heart reacted otherwise, it wants you to stay, Theo." *** Having a DID condition, Hope Quinn used to just let her other personalities beat her. She doesn't have to fight anymore, because she knows that her life is already ruined. Even herself, she can't control. Because like a flower without water, like a sunrise without sun, and like a world without light, is the definition of her life. So meaningless! Not until, Theo Ares came. Theo became so persistent with Hope, telling his romantic feelings that she always rejected him. But then, the man didn't give up. Until Hope could do nothing but let him like a defeated queen.

Serafina Marie Regnante led the perfect life.Gorgeous looks, beautiful personality, charismatic charm, loving parents, protective brothers, with her dream job and her own house, and not to forget the best fiancé anyone could possibly ask for.Her life was flawless: serene, secure, happy, meticulous, and beautiful.That is, until an untold secret leads to the death of those dearest to her, and causes her perfect world to come crashing down.In a place where peace and safety become foreign, where can she find the tranquility she most desires in a world of chaos?In her bodyguard, of course.A man whose sole purpose is her protection. Not only from the enemies out to get her but from the destruction inside her as well.But both of them knew to keep their feelings hidden away because she was the modern form of royalty, and he nothing more than a servant to the princess.Can the two keep it professional, or do their hands slip and their lips wander? *Completed*

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When I got into a car accident, Carter was busy throwing a birthday party for his assistant. I was scrolling through my phone and somehow ended up tapping on the Love Pawnshop. Without really thinking, I hit the button to pawn my love. Five days later, the pawnshop took back every bit of love I had left to give, and there he was, Carter, on his knees, crying his heart out, begging me for another shot. But the thing is, once love is pawned, it’s almost impossible to get back.