Wife After Love

In the tenth year of my marriage to a genius pianist, I came down with a strange illness. A month ago, my husband missed my birthday party to care for his ailing sister-in-law. Night after night, I had waited for him to return home. But that night I forgot to wait at all and went to bed early. Half a month ago, he attended an important performance with his sister-in-law. I had always been petty and prone to jealousy, yet this time I didn't get angry. I simply went home in silence. Three days ago, I fell seriously ill with a burning fever. My husband rushed back from out of town in a panic—but only to tend to his sister-in-law, whose hand had been scalded. When we ran into each other at the hospital, I was strangely calm. I, who used to be fiercely jealous, felt nothing at all. I forgot the promise we had made to grow old together. I even forgot how he once fretted over me for days when I'd scraped a bit of skin. It wasn't until he said he wanted to bring his sister-in-law home and take care of her for the rest of his life that I—my memories riddled with holes—summoned the system at last. "I want to go home."

His rule was simple: I was his substitute and would be his contract wife for two years with no strings attached. He would give me the respect and everything I want except his heart, for it belonged to his fiancée abroad. But I want more; I want his heart. So I confessed my love to him. He divorced me for breaking the rules. Now a turn of events after our divorce lands me in his bed. I thought I was safe since he didn't see me the next day before I left. But a month later… I learned I carried a part of him inside me. Now I’m torn... Do I keep the secret? Or face the man who swore he could never love me… again?

She survived the poison that killed her family. She built an empire on the bones of men who hurt her. She swore no man would ever touch her heart again. Then her uncle sent the same boy who poisoned her fifteen years ago… …this time to seduce her, break her, and finish the job. He was supposed to kill the Alpha Queen. Instead, he woke the only thing that can save her—or destroy them both.

On the day of my divorce, my ex-mother-in-law updates her social media with a photo. It's my husband's mistress' ultrasound—she's pregnant. Their friends and family congratulate her. Meanwhile, I share a premarital medical report. It belongs to her son, Owen Wade. It also clearly indicates he has congenital necrospermia. There's no way I'll want a man who can't have kids!

After the great war between humans, vampires, werewolves, and elves, an agreement was made that hybrid offspring would rule the world. Every century, alliances through marriage between humans and those three clans would decide the next ruler. Whoever bore the first hybrid child would claim power for their line. In my previous life, I chose to marry Jax, the eldest son of the werewolf pack, known for his fierce loyalty. I gave birth to our hybrid son, a white-furred pup we named Zeal. Our child became the next world ruler, and Jax gained immense power. My sister had lusted after the elves' beauty and married into their clan. But the elf prince slept with every female in the forest. In the end, my sister caught a disease that left her barren. Jealous and bitter, she set a fire that burned me and my young pup alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the racial alliances. My sister had already slept with Jax first. I knew she had been reborn too. But she didn't know that Jax was brutally savage with his mates, having torn countless she-wolves apart in his bed during his ruts.

Heartbroken by humiliation and betrayal, Elea is desperate to find a man and make him her contract boyfriend. The hot and passionate relationship unknowingly brings out an unusual feeling in their hearts. They fell in love with each other. Realizing the relationship was wrong, Elea decided to separate. Unfortunately, Elea did not know that the man who became her contract boyfriend was a billionaire from a very influential family. The incident one year ago made Greg Dale Hubert, willing to fake an identity from a billionaire to become a model in order to pursue his love. The opportunity that comes makes Greg a possessive, arrogant, and loving boyfriend. The ship set sail, complete with a sea full of waves.

Getting rid of Mina, Fred's wife, after five years of her problematic self, he finally felt relieved. He needed a new wife so he got married to Jayda on the contract that she was going to be given 1.5 billion dollars. Fred and Jayda had shared a strong bond a few years back after an accidental 'one night stand'.Trying to balance their relationship seemed to be a problem as both of them were too enclosed in the fear of revealing their pasts and problems, with Jayda being so cold…READ ON TO DIVE INTO THE LOVE STORY OF JAYDA AND FRED AS THINGS UNFOLD BETWEEN THEM.

Pinakidnap si Aurora isang araw lamang nang dumating siya sa Lanayan. Nagising siya sa isang maranyang mansyon at nakilala ang taong nagpadukot sa kaniya— si Alted Dela Fuente— ang kaniyang asawa. Litong-lito siya sa mga nangyayari lalo na nang ipagpilitan nito na siya si Candice Dela Fuente, ang mapanlinlang nitong asawa. Galit, pagkamuhi at disgusto ang nakikita niya sa mga mata ng lalaking nasa harap niya. Hindi siya si Candice. Kilala niya ang kaniyang sarili, Aurora ang pangalan niya at alam niyang wala siyang asawa at hindi pwedeng magkaroon sila ng ugnayan ni Mr. Dela Fuente. Ngunit sadyang hindi siya pinapaniwalaan ng lalaki, hindi siya nito hahayaang makaalis at makatakas. Alam niyang pahihirapan siya ng ginoo, ngunit ano bang bago? Buong buhay niya ay nakakaranas na siya ng paghihirap at pagmamaltrato. "You can't fool me, Candice, not again." Mr. Dela Fuente told her with gritted teeth. Ang galit na naglulumiyab sa mga mata nito ang patunay na hinding-hindi siya nito papakawalan. Paano nga ito maniniwala sa kaniya gayong kamukhang-kamukha niya ang asawa nitong si Candice? Bawat anggulo, mata, ilong at hugis ng mukha maging ang pangangatawan ay parang xerox-copy. "You're my wife." That statement makes her feel overwhelmed. Asawa? Imposible, ngunit may nagtutulak sa kaniya na magkunwaring asawa nito. Marami ang dahilan niya para magpanggap bilang si Candice. Ang mga dahilan na iyon ang nag-uudyok sa kaniyang magkunwaring si Candice, hiramin ang pagkatao nito at takasan ang pagkatao niyang si Aurora Sandoval. He is not his wife.. she is not Candice. Life is not fair in her past, so maybe she could be HIS FAKE WIFE and pretend to be Candice for a spare time. She is Aurora and she will be Candice.. the lost wife of the rich and well-known Alted Dela Fuente.

Ajeng was forced to become Evan Braun's second wife by Ella, Evan's wife and Ajeng's best friend. Of course, Ajeng flatly refused the crazy proposal. But Ella insisted that Ajeng marry her husband. "Take care of my baby after she's born," Ella pleaded. "Don't be ridiculous! You'll definitely recover!" Ajeng snapped angrily. Ajeng thought Ella was just joking around. But one situation forced Ajeng to reluctantly accept Ella's offer because only that woman could help her. What happened to Ajeng after becoming Evan's second wife? Was she able to face Ella's family, who now hated her for becoming Ella's rival?

After being forced to give my wife's first love my heart, I died in the hallway of the private hospital she had personally founded. My six-year-old son, Ash, had already begged her thrice by the time I had drawn my last breath. The first time was when he tugged on her hand, saying I was coughing up blood. Sneering, she claimed, "So he's finally learned something—teaching his kid how to lie." Then, she had the bodyguards throw him out of the room. The second time was when he clung to her sleeve, insisting that I rambled nonsense due to the pain. "It's just a heart transplant," she opined with a frown. "The doctor already said he won't die." At that, the bodyguards stepped in again and dragged him away. The third time was when he fell to the ground, clutching her pant leg with all his strength, crying that I had already passed out. She finally lost her temper by this point, grabbing Ash by the throat and hurling him out of the room. "I have already said it—Howard isn't going to die. Dare to disturb Skye's rest again, and I'll throw both of you out of this hospital," she warned. To save me, my son pawned the most precious thing he owned—his St. Christopher medal—to a nurse. "Ma'am," he said. "I don't need to live a long life. I just want my dad to live." She accepted the medal and was about to arrange for me to be transferred to the last available room. However, my wife's first love, Skye Whitley, had someone block the doorway with his pet dog. He mentioned, "Sorry, kid. Your mom's worried I'll get bored if I can't see my dog. This room is reserved for him."