

After the divorce, Ella Blaine's ex-husband, John Jones, asked, "We were married for a year. Did you ever love me?""No!" Ella replied, walking away without a hint of hesitation.Later, a manipulative friend revealed a pregnancy involving John's child. Ella responded by exposing his infertility secret.Years later, when questioned about Ella's decision to marry the seemingly perfect Zac Smith, Ella, with unwavering confidence, declares, "If I can't be his bride, I'll be his new mother. Will he dare not to marry?"

Five years ago, introverted and awkward Ben avoided commitment and broke up with Nora, the woman he loved, on a rain-soaked graduation night. Five years later, he is a cynical star advertising copywriter. While leading the campaign for Re:Text, an app designed to reunite exes, he unexpectedly crosses paths with Nora, now an art director. One unguarded confession gives Ben the power to travel back in time: whenever he voices his truest feelings, his consciousness is thrown into his younger body, giving him another chance to rewrite their love story. Determined to win Nora back, Ben uses his adult dating experience to keep interfering with the past, only to find himself fighting his earnest, timid younger self for control of the same body. Each clever fix makes things worse, triggering mismatched dates, apparent split personalities, a disastrous proposal, and other absurd calamities. The butterfly effect keeps rewriting both their memories and their present. Meanwhile, present-day Ben and Nora are forced into a ""fake dating"" contract. As they complete one couple's challenge after another, old feelings return - and the misunderstanding and secret behind their breakup slowly come to light. Just as Nora is finally willing to meet the real Ben again, his declaration ""I love you"" triggers another temporal shockwave. In the new reality, the Re:Text project never existed, and Nora has vanished from everyone's memory. Faced with a timeline he destroyed with his own choices, Ben must find her, recover the past they shared, and finally understand that love is not choosing the ""right"" future for someone else. It is having the courage, even in the face of truth and regret, to choose together.

In the past, Zelma Sanders was hit by Eve Salazar's car and became disabled. Five years after marrying Zack Moore, Zelma accidentally discovered that he had been holding Eve captive.During his prolonged torture of Eve, they had developed a twisted relationship. Then, Zelma saw Zack cheating on her with Eve. After an accident, Zelma was taken in by Luke Jensen, the son of the Jensen Group's CEO.
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Calliope Simmons, a former wealthy Young Lady of the Simmons Corporation, turned destitute and poor as the family business was on the verge of bankruptcy. Devastated, her father landed in the hospital. To raise money for her father’s medical bills, Calliope was forced by her stepmother to marry Young Master Preston Ford, a wealthy heir turned vegetative as a result from a car accident. Her life became entwined into the Ford family’s turmoil.

"Architectural prodigy Elias Voss gives up everything to help his heiress wife, Seraphina Langford, secure her family empire—only to be crippled in a car crash deliberately caused by his romantic rival, Adrian Hawthorne. Three years later, Seraphina forces Elias to divorce her so she can marry Adrian, who has been faking his injuries. Worse, she makes Elias officiate their wedding and kneel before them in public. Humiliated and torn apart online, Elias finally walks away for good. After the divorce, he joins an international humanitarian organization, designing pro bono buildings for impoverished communities and refugee camps in war-torn and disaster-stricken regions. "

On the day I signed the divorce papers, I was ordered to leave with nothing. When I walked out of the Crane estate, I had twenty-six dollars in my wallet and nowhere safe to go. My phone was nearly dead when a message from an old classmate appeared on the screen, linking to a discreet placement notice. 【Seeking a live-in maternal figure for three children. Room, board, salary, and protection provided.】 I stopped at the word protection. A roof, a meal, and a place the Cranes could not reach me were already more than I had that night. The address led me to the iron gates of an old mansion on Chicago’s Gold Coast. Only after the butler opened the door did I learn who had placed the notice. Dante Bellandi. The Don of Chicago’s oldest Italian crime family. I had only wanted a place to stay. Somehow, I became the legal mother of the three Bellandi children and the contract wife of Dante Bellandi himself. Later, my ex-husband, Sebastian Crane, stood before me with the same careless arrogance and asked, “Do you realize you were wrong now?” Before I could answer, the triplets stepped in front of me. Little Livia clung to my leg, her eyes red. “My mom wasn’t wrong!” Her two brothers stood on either side of her, staring Sebastian down. Dante placed one hand at my waist, his voice calm enough to make the air turn cold. “Mr. Crane, my wife owes no explanation to a man who lost the right to speak to her.”

My father and brother had preferred my sister over me since we were kids. In fact, they hated me. When I was bullied at a party, it was a mafia boss, Edwin Carlson, who stepped in. He saved me and announced right there in front of everyone that I was the woman he loved. He warned that anyone who dared mess with me again would have to deal with him. Edwin bought a castle deep in the forest just for me. He filled the garden with my favorite tulips and held a grand wedding there that made headlines across the country. For a while, I became the woman everyone envied. Seven months pregnant, I attended my father's birthday party. But that night, a sudden fire broke out. My biased father and brother only cared about saving my sister, Kelsey Grant. They rushed her out while I was left behind to die in the flames. In the end, it was Edwin who carried me out. But when I woke up in the hospital, I saw something that shattered my heart. "What the hell were you thinking, starting that fire?" Edwin's face was dark with rage. "Stephanie's only seven months pregnant! Are you trying to force her into early labor? Were you trying to kill her and the baby?" My father and brother spoke in hushed voices, trying to explain. "Kelsey has leukemia. The doctors said we can't wait anymore—she needs surgery soon. And she needs the baby's bone marrow..." "I care about Kelsey's life more than you do. Why else would I have married Stephanie? But you can't hurt her. I have my own plan!" Edwin warned coldly. "Saving Kelsey is the goal, yes—but if you try to save her at the cost of Stephanie's life, I won't allow it!" After hearing that, I fled the hospital room in a panic. So that was why he married me. Not because he loved me, but to save Kelsey. Everything he did for me—his kindness, his care—was all for her. Just like my father and brother, he loved Kelsey. Not me. If no one loved me, then I figured I might as well just disappear.

When I was three months pregnant, a pack of Rogues ambushed me. In the last moments before my consciousness began to fade, I begged for rescue through my mind-link to my Alpha mate, Adrian. But he never answered. I was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, only to be informed that the Saint-Tier Healer had been forcefully taken South by Adrian to treat Evelyn, his first love, after she lost her mate. When I woke to the pain of losing my pup, my fingers shook as I checked social media, then I saw Evelyn's post: [I knew that no matter how far away I am or how much time has passed, Adrian would always come for me. He even brought a Saint-Tier Healer to ease the pain in my heart.] In the photo, Adrian's dark eyes, which were usually cold and distant, were focused on the woman beside him with tenderness. While I was fighting for my life and losing our cub, my Alpha was protecting another pregnant wolf. I chuckled at myself bitterly. It felt as if the bond mark on my chest was withering away. I then dialed a number without hesitation. "Dr. Clark, I accept the position at the Northern Ancient Wolf Research Institute. Yes, the sooner the better. I won't be holding a farewell