

To fund her mother's grave, Selena decided on a flash marriage, inadvertently marrying James Monroe, who was also in a rush and suffered from pollen allergy. They agreed to divorce in two years. As the term neared, Selena interned at James's company, and after an unexpectedly intimate encounter, they realized their mutual affection. Upon discovering her pregnancy, Selena found out her boss was her husband. James, realizing she was his wife, pursued her passionately. At their wedding, Selena marveled at the transformation from boss to husband.

I have a possessive boyfriend. After seven years together, Jared Jackman's favorite thing to say is, "Do you know how cute my girlfriend is? If you do, you're in trouble." "Babe, you're so beautiful. Whoever sees you will fall for you. If someone looks at you for even a second longer, I'll get jealous." That's why he never lets me step into his world. Until one day, I use an alternate account and stumble upon his social media. Three years, and over 600 posts. Every single one is about his moments with another woman. They stroll through Pilton Palace, make wishes atop snowy mountains, and kiss on the streets of Sidwell City. His latest post shows him kissing that woman on the beach while their friends cheer and shout around them. The caption reads, "Loving someone means you can't help but show them off to the world." My fingers tremble as I quietly close the page and book a flight to Northram. It turns out that after seven years of love, letting go only takes a moment.

For three years, Rochelle loved heartless heir Kurtis, enduring his humiliation and cheating. Now, with only ten days to live, she demands a divorce and leaves three letters exposing everything: She was the girl who saved him, the artist he worshipped, and the wife he destroyed. Can his late regret bring her back?

After her fiancé and stepsister betrayed her, Zoey Quin hastily married Henry Tyler, her fiancé's uncle. She thought it was just a mutually beneficial cooperation, but little did she know that Henry had loved her for years. After several twists and turns, Zoey was touched by Henry's tenderness and attention to detail, and she finally learned of his long-hidden affection. Then they lived happily ever after.

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”

Three-time world champion Valkyrie Ella retired for love, spending three years building Leo's Mercury Motors with her patents and funds. Leo cheated with Chloe and forced a divorce. Ella left with her helmet, returned as driver V, defeated Chloe, and revealed her triple identity—champion, Winst heir, and tech owner—terminating patent licenses. Chloe's sabotage earned a lifetime ban and arrest. Ella won the finals, founded her brand and academy. Leo lost everything and begged for reconciliation, but Ella refused, saying apologies aren't a reason to go back. She forgave no one,remarried no one, and drove on alone.

Simon, a man who grew up in an orphanage, has been secretly married to Clara Hart, the current head of a mafia family, for three years. Yet he has always remained a hidden part of her life. Clara gave him a marriage, but never gave him a place in her heart. Simon believed that one day, he would finally earn her love. Until he discovered the truth— Her phone password was her first love's initials. Her private ringtone was the song that man loved. And on their wedding anniversary, she removed her wedding ring and had dinner with Gideon Wade, the man she was forced to leave behind because of their families' feud. At that moment, Simon finally understood. Their three-year marriage was nothing more than a dream he had been chasing alone. Heartbroken, Simon signed the divorce papers and decided to leave the woman who had shattered him. But when Gideon learned Simon was trying to disappear, he suddenly returned, stopped him, and tore up the divorce agreement. “Do you really think you can leave her?” “This marriage doesn't end because you say so.” With the help of Evelyn, the former godmother of the mafia family, Simon slowly uncovers the truth behind the past. Gideon didn't leave Clara for love. He went to Europe to fight for family power. Now, having returned in defeat, he only wants to use Clara to reclaim everything. When the truth is finally revealed, Clara realizes who she truly lost. In front of the entire family, she publicly chooses Simon for the first time. “He is my husband. And he is the only one I choose.” Back home, she lets go of her pride and proposes to Simon again. This time, she wants to give him a wedding that the whole world will know about. But can Simon ever trust the woman who once broke his heart?

One month before my wedding to my boyfriend, he announced he wanted to have a child with his "first love." I refused, but he brought it up every single day. Two weeks before the ceremony, I received a prenatal checkup report. That’s when I discovered his so-called "first love" was already nearly a month pregnant. It turned out he’d never intended to seek my consent at all. In that moment, years of affection evaporated like smoke. So, I canceled the wedding, destroyed every trace of our memories, and on what should have been our wedding day, I walked into a closed-off research lab. From then on, he meant nothing to me.

My girlfriend told me she'd been bonded to a System. It let her see a Demand Index for how much everyone around her needed her. At first, her eyes had gone red with tears. "Your number's only thirty. Does that mean you don't love me?" "Not needing you doesn't mean I don't love you," I told her. After that, she started holding an umbrella for her male assistant on rainy days and driving out of her way to take him home. When I asked why, she brushed it off. "Don't overthink it. His number was just high, so I figured he needed the help." Then I came down with a fever and took to my bed, and she chose to go shopping with him instead. "Your number's low, but his side is more urgent. Let me finish helping him first, then I'll come look after you." She shut the door behind her. I closed my eyes for a moment, then picked up my phone. "Mom, I'm coming home alone this New Year."