

Jane fell in love with Cillian at first sight and married him, though he was believed to bring her misfortune. She thought her secret crush had finally come true, but Cillian's heart belonged to Melanie, someone he couldn't have. Jane hid her feelings and worked hard to make the most of her marriage while paying off her parents' debts. After Melanie returned, she repeatedly provoked Jane, leading Jane to decide to divorce.

Once a ballet queen, Talia lost everything to bone cancer. She wakes up in a parallel world, trapped in the body of another Talia—a notorious wife who abandoned ballet and nearly destroyed her marriage. Given a second chance, the reborn Talia vows to reclaim the stage and rewrite her destiny. The husband who was ready to leave is now falling—hard and fast—for the woman she’s becoming.

Ophelia gave up her studies to marry the wealthy Clyde and raise their five-year-old son, Felix. Behind their seemingly perfect marriage, Clyde had secretly married Ophelia’s best friend, Eleanor. He even staged a car accident and pretended to be critically ill so he could take Eleanor to see the Northern Lights. When Felix was bitten by a venomous snake and urgently needed Rh-negative blood, Eleanor refused to help. Ophelia soon discovered that Clyde had arranged the attack to conceal his betrayal. After saving Felix at great cost, she filed for divorce, gave up all marital assets, and sought only sole custody of her son. Clyde tried to stop her while continuing to favor Eleanor. When he endangered Felix again by handing him over to human traffickers on a psychic’s advice, Ophelia finally left the country with her son and completed the divorce. Only after losing them did Clyde regret his actions. Eleanor, rejected by Clyde and his family, miscarried and became vengeful. Clyde later tracked Ophelia down abroad, but his jealous attempt to force a reconciliation ended with his arrest. After his release, Eleanor burned down Clyde’s family home, killing his parents. His company collapsed, leaving him bankrupt and alone. Meanwhile, Ophelia returned to scientific research and built a happy new life with Felix and archaeologist Darian.

In her previous life, when Marlene's son falls ill, she calls her husband Wesley Hoffman for assistance, hoping he can contact their family doctor. However, Wesley claims that his best friend's son is also sick, and the doctor is attending to that child. As a result, their own son dies due to delayed medical treatment. When Marlene finds herself reborn to the time before her son's illness, her first action is to divorce that guy.

On my eighteenth birthday, the High King summoned the heirs of the four great clans—the Vampires, the Werewolves, the High Serpent Clan, and the Merfolk. He laid their portraits before me and said, "Choose one to be your bondmate." I did not hesitate. I pointed to Damon—the werewolf with no noble bloodline, born in a forgotten corner of the realm. The entire court erupted in disbelief. Everyone knew who I used to love. Alpha Iris—the heir of the most powerful Lycan bloodline. For seven years, I chased him with blind devotion. No matter how harshly he treated me, I never gave up. I confessed to him over and over, sometimes right in the royal court. I even performed a blood-binding ritual—slitting my wrist—to earn the right to marry him. In my previous life, I got what I wanted—I married him and we performed the mate bonding ceremony. With that union, he inherited the High King's resources and rose to become the ruler of all four clans. However, what I did not expect was that after our wedding, he turned around and marked my adoptive sister. My parents were furious and sent her away. From that day on, Iris hated me with a vengeance. He surrounded himself with women who all looked eerily like her. One by one, they came—each more vicious than the last. With his silent approval, they tore me down, piece by piece, until I was nothing more than a joke—no longer the queen I once was. The suffering pushed me into severe depression. Only suppressants keep my wolf form from spiraling out of control. Until one day, my medication was replaced with a slow-acting poison. He was the one who did it. I died alone, locked away in the cold palace, a child still growing inside me. However, fate gave me another chance. In this life, I would not make the same mistake. When the High King once again asked me to choose a partner for the marriage alliance, I chose Damon—the one no one ever noticed—without even blinking.

On my eighteenth birthday, the High King summoned the heirs of the four great clans—the Vampires, the Werewolves, the High Serpent Clan, and the Merfolk. He laid their portraits before me and said, "Choose one to be your bondmate." I did not hesitate. I pointed to Damon—the werewolf with no noble bloodline, born in a forgotten corner of the realm. The entire court erupted in disbelief. Everyone knew who I used to love. Alpha Iris—the heir of the most powerful Lycan bloodline. For seven years, I chased him with blind devotion. No matter how harshly he treated me, I never gave up. I confessed to him over and over, sometimes right in the royal court. I even performed a blood-binding ritual—slitting my wrist—to earn the right to marry him. In my previous life, I got what I wanted—I married him and we performed the mate bonding ceremony. With that union, he inherited the High King's resources and rose to become the ruler of all four clans. However, what I did not expect was that after our wedding, he turned around and marked my adoptive sister. My parents were furious and sent her away. From that day on, Iris hated me with a vengeance. He surrounded himself with women who all looked eerily like her. One by one, they came—each more vicious than the last. With his silent approval, they tore me down, piece by piece, until I was nothing more than a joke—no longer the queen I once was. The suffering pushed me into severe depression. Only suppressants keep my wolf form from spiraling out of control. Until one day, my medication was replaced with a slow-acting poison. He was the one who did it. I died alone, locked away in the cold palace, a child still growing inside me. However, fate gave me another chance. In this life, I would not make the same mistake. When the High King once again asked me to choose a partner for the marriage alliance, I chose Damon—the one no one ever noticed—without even blinking.

I was pregnant, and when I went to a private club to have Ronan sign the divorce papers, he was tangled up with his mistress, Molly. Under Ronan's coercion, I drank the wine Molly handed me. But what I didn't expect was that Molly had slipped an abortion-inducing pill into the drink. I collapsed, yet Ronan left with Molly in his arms. "I'll bring in the top medical team to save the baby." he said. "Ronan, there are only eight days left on the marriage contract. We will never meet again in this life." I replied. But Ronan didn't hear me—he was too busy answering Molly's call. Fortunately, my baby survived. Eight days later, I returned to my grandfather's farm with my child, severing every last tie to Ronan. Just when I thought life would settle down peacefully, Ronan knelt at my doorstep.

Max Lowell, once an Aureate Immortal of the Immortal Realm, is forced to reincarnate after crushing usury debts. He wakes in the Mortal Realm inside a deadbeat gambler slain over loans—and finds the man's wife: Queenie Lynd,breathtaking, gentle, but mute, long mistreated at home. Max chooses to begin his mortal life by setting this one thing right: earn enough to craft a pill that will restore his wife's voice.

Military doctor Donna Healy dies suddenly and gets reborn in the wartime era as a general's daughter. Honoring her engagement, she marries Commander Stevie Garrison, only to get abandoned on their wedding night for his mistress, the cunning Gloria Carpenter. Having seen life and death in her previous life, Donna just laughs coldly at this joke of a marriage. A scumbag and his manipulative mistress? Perfect match! Saves her the headache of dealing with them. She never wanted this arranged marriage anyway, and now that the masks are off, she's finally free. Whoever wants this miserable life can have it—she's out!

On their third anniversary, Finley had all their friends over to celebrate. Claire walked in to find him on one knee, proposing to his childhood friend, Renee. "What is going on?" she asked. He shrugged like it was nothing. "It's just a game of truth or dare." But it wasn't until he shoved her down the stairs, causing her to miscarry, that she finally woke up. She'd given him five chances. Now? She was done. "Finley, it's over. Let's get divorced."