

After eight years of marriage, Marvin discovered that his wife Hannah’s eight “miscarriages” had all been a lie. Her ninth pregnancy wasn’t his child—it was Jack’s, her adopted brother’s. She had only gotten pregnant to give birth to a child who could save Jack’s life.Heartbroken and betrayed, Marvin signed the divorce papers and accepted a position in a top-secret national project, ready to disappear from her world forever.But before he left, Hannah forced him to kneel, slapped him across the face, and even threatened him with his grandfather’s safety. For three days, he endured everything in silence.On the day he walked away, Marvin removed his wedding ring and never looked back.Only after Jack’s lies were exposed did Hannah finally realize what she had lost. But by then, Marvin’s phone number was no longer reachable—and the man who once loved her had vanished forever.

When I was seven years old, a handsome man Mom brought home gave me a box of mangoes. That day, Dad watched me happily eating the mangoes as he signed his name on the divorce agreement. Then, he jumped to his death. From that day on, mangoes became a lifelong nightmare for me. So, on our wedding day, I told my wife, Irene Johnson, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." She held me without saying a word. From that moment on, mangoes became forbidden for her as well. … On the fifth Christmas Eve after we got married, Irene's childhood sweetheart, Steven Carter, placed a mango on her desk. That same day, she announced that she was cutting ties with him and fired him from the company. That day, I felt that she was the woman destined for me. ... Six months later, I return from overseas after closing a billion-dollar deal. At the celebration dinner, Irene hands me a drink. After I drink half of it, Steven, the man who was kicked out of the company, stands behind me and grins. "Is the mango juice good?" he asks. I look at Irene in disbelief, but she is holding back a laugh. "Don't be mad. Steve insisted I play a joke on you. I didn't give you a mango, just a bottle of its juice. "But I think Steve is right. There's something wrong with you for not eating mangoes. Look at how much you enjoyed it just now!" she says. I keep a cold expression, raise my hand, and splash the remaining mango juice onto her face. Then, I turn and walk away. Some things are never a joke. Mangoes aren't, and neither is my decision to divorce.

It was our wedding anniversary when my husband's high school sweetheart posted a sonogram picture on her social media, with her captioning a public thank-you to my husband: [Thank you to the man who's been there for me for ten years, and for giving me a son.] The room spun, and anger surged through me as I quickly commented: [So, you're proud of being a homewrecker?] Almost immediately, my husband called, his voice full of rage. "How can you think such disgusting things? All I did was help her with IVF, fulfilling her dream of becoming a single mom. "And by the way, Ruby only needed one try to get pregnant, while you’ve been through three rounds with nothing. Your body is useless!" Just three days ago, he told me he was going abroad for business—ignoring my calls and messages the entire time. I thought he was just busy. However, it turned out he was with her, attending her prenatal checkup. Half an hour later, Ruby posted again, showing off a table full of delicious food. [I got tired of French food, so Ash made me all my favorite dishes. He’s the best!] I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, the joy I had felt earlier now completely gone. After eight years of love and six years of swallowing my pride just to keep the marriage alive, I’m finally ready to let go.

Three years into my fake death, my wife and daughter showed up at my door. To get rid of them, I grabbed a knife and threatened to end my life. Then my seven-year-old daughter put her hand on my father's ventilator. Claire Harrison stood beside her, her voice trembling as she delivered her ultimatum. "Wesley, either you see your father suffocate to death, or you come back and be my husband again. Your choice." I was shaking with rage, but I put down the knife and remarried her. Walking back into that familiar villa, I became the Harrison family's model "devoted husband and father." When my foster brother needed her company because he was feeling down, I cleared out and booked myself a hotel. I ended up with a perforated ulcer, went into surgery, and never once called her. When my daughter got picky and said she only wanted her uncle's cooking, I went straight to Dylan's place and brought him back to live with us. Even on my birthday, when Dylan suddenly started crying and said, "I'm so jealous of you, Wesley. You've got such a wonderful wife and kid. Me? I've never even gotten a decent birthday present," I didn't hesitate—I slid the onyx bead bracelet off my wrist and pressed it into his hand. The deep black beads gleamed against his pale skin. But Claire's eyes went red. She grabbed my wrist, her voice sharp as a blade. "Wesley, that was the love token I prayed for you—step by step on my knees—all the way across the Mojave."

Subjected to humiliation by her mother-in-law and abuse from her husband, Alicia Reed endures in silence, all for the sake of preserving her family. Despite everyone's perception of Alicia as a country bumpkin, her husband's infidelity becomes a turning point. In a surprising twist, Alicia confronts him with a divorce agreement, unveiling her immense wealth. The unexpected resilience of this seemingly underestimated woman reshapes the narrative, leaving her unfaithful husband in a state of panic.

Maxine Holt and Greg Parker were secretly married for 8 years. During the company's financing period, Greg had an improper relationship with his adopted sister, Norma Sawyer. At a business dinner, Greg left Maxine with a group of perverts. Heartbroken, Maxine decided to get a divorce. She printed the divorce agreement, but Greg tore it up. Greg also locked Maxine in their house. After being misunderstood and hurt by Greg, Maxine was completely disappointed and sued for divorce. Greg prepared to make their relationship public and sent a wedding dress. But Maxine found that the dress was actually Norma's size.She thought Greg couldn't even be bothered to pretend for her. This time, Maxine left Greg for good. Greg realized it too late. Only after losing her did he regret it and understand how much damage he had done to Maxine.

Chloe was eight months pregnant when her husband’s widowed sister-in-law Ada moved in to take care of her. One night, Chloe caught her husband Jasper cheating with Ada and learned that their affair had lasted for years. She kept her cool, used surveillance cameras to record everything,Jasper skipping her prenatal checkups to come home for their trysts. She saved the evidence and contacted a lawyer, determined to file for divorce. But Ada dropped her pretense and lunged at Chloe’s pregnant belly with a shard of broken glass. Chloe’s parents burst through the door to save her and called the police. Ada was arrested. Jasper begged on his knees for forgiveness, but Chloe turned him down flat. Jasper left the marriage with nothing. Chloe gave birth to their child alone, named him Sunny, and stepped into a new life facing the morning sun.

For six years of marriage, Winona Smith was kept in the dark—until she discovered her husband,Yale Gunson, was sheltering his lover abroad. Her heart shattered the moment he failed to show up while their daughter lay critically ill. Devastated but resolute, she ended the marriage. Picking up her career where she left off, Winona transformed from a homemaker into a luminary in scientific research—her papers graced top international journals, her breakthroughs earned global accolades. Just as she prepared to embrace a new life filled with happiness, the once-indifferent Yale completely broke down. Desperate and unhinged, he fell to his knees, begging her to come back.

Marcello, the Don of the Valence family, has severe PTSD. He’s cold, and he pushes everyone away. But I can hear his thoughts. I know about the possessiveness hiding under that cold front. When he says, “Stay away from me, I don’t want to see you,” what he’s really thinking is: Lilian, don’t go. Don’t leave me. I really need you. Six years of marriage, and I’m used to him never meaning what he says. But tonight, at the family banquet, his assistant is on his arm again, instead of me. I ask Marcello, “She’s standing where the Don’s wife should be. You got nothing to say about that?” Impatience flashes across Marcello’s face. “You’re twenty minutes late, Lilian. You have no right to question me.” “Either go stand in a corner, or get the hell out of my estate. Now.” A second later, his thoughts crash into me: Lilian. Get mad. Slap her. Scream that you’re my wife. Prove you love me. I need to feel secure. But this time, seeing the smirks on everyone’s faces, I’m just… tired. I take off the diamond ring, the one that marks me as the Don’s wife. “Since there’s no place for me here, let’s get a divorce.” Perfect timing. The hospital is sending me to London for a placement. I leave tomorrow.

Melissa Zeller and Travis Shaw have a ten-year age difference. Three years into their marriage, just as Melissa is ready to have babies, she discovers that Travis truly loves Sophie Lane and has only ever treated her as a replacement.Heartbroken, she decides to divorce him. On the day she receives the divorce certificate, Travis learns that Sophie is being forced into a marriage and rushes to save her, only to discover that Melissa is also at the wedding...