

After seven years of marriage, Camila Reed's husband remains cold and distant. Still clinging to hope that she might one day win his heart, she travels overseas to surprise him and their daughter on her birthday—only to discover them celebrating another woman's birthday instead. They had never planned to spend the day with her.

Five years into my marriage, I was shopping with my husband, Theodore Sterling, when I suddenly heard his voice. [How much longer is she going to take? This is driving me crazy.] I froze. Theodore sat where he had been, head down, scrolling through his phone. His mouth never moved, yet I had clearly heard his voice. "Honey, does this look good on me?" Theodore looked up and gave me the briefest glance. "They all look good on you." [God, that's ugly. She spends all day at home cooking. What does she need so many clothes for?] The two voices rang out almost at the same time. I lowered my eyes and put the dress back. "We won't be taking it."

At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water. Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing. Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing. One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti. I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead. Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?" I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last. "Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die." He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already." Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could. I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family.

My husband did not love me, and he certainly did not love our child. On the day our son was born, he did not even glance at him. He merely tossed him into my arms. Then, his first love came back from overseas. That night, the ever-cold Henry had gotten drunk for the first time. He even smiled as he held our child in his arms. Delighted, our son wrapped his little arms around my husband's neck and asked me in a soft voice, “Mommy, what’s wrong with Uncle?” I crouched down, pulling him into my embrace. My eyes reddened as I explained, “Uncle's favorite person came back, so we shouldn’t bother him anymore. We’re going to find a new home.”

Cris,a 50-year-old cool “girl” accidentally finds a perfect mate on a blind date. However, she realizes the new lover she chose has some secrets and is getting more similar to her “deceased husband”...It’s almost Christmas, has she found another true love, or is he her deceased husband?

At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water. Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing. Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing. One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti. I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead. Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?" I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last. "Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die." He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already." Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could. I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family.

After Hector brands her barren and shameful, Natalie dials a number that changes everything and becomes the wife of the city's real ruler. When Hector begs at her wedding, she moves away from him and into Ethan's embrace. Ethan announces, ice-cold, "Just so you know, she's my wife."

As a token of gratitude, Morgan White agrees to Lily Oswald's grandfather’s request, hiding his true identity as a researcher and marrying into the Oswald family as Lily’s seemingly ordinary husband. For eight years, he tenderly cares for Lily and their child, but her heart remains with her first love, Brett Oswald.

As a token of gratitude, Morgan White agrees to Lily Oswald's grandfather’s request, hiding his true identity as a researcher and marrying into the Oswald family as Lily’s seemingly ordinary husband. For eight years, he tenderly cares for Lily and their child, but her heart remains with her first love, Brett Oswald.

Amber Clark is pressured by her family to marry an older man. Out of frustration, she hastily marries a man with no background, job, or assets. However, after the marriage, her husband surprises her by consistently proving himself, standing up for her, and showering her with love.