

On Mia Larson’s birthday, her mother, who had been her anchor, passed away. Her husband, Nick Ford, did not celebrate her birthday, nor did he attend her mother’s funeral. Instead, he was at the airport, picking up his one true love.

Social elite and business tycoon Dominic Sharp finds himself reborn on his way to university in 2002. Leveraging his past-life experiences, he actively expands his social network and founds Rocket 101 Express, a courier company that catches the wave of e-commerce. At the same time, Dominic is torn between two captivating girls—Maggie and Kristin—unsure whom to choose.

Racing prodigy Elena gave up her career for love and family, only to be betrayed by her husband and son. She came to her senses, divorced him, and with the help of devoted billionaire Sean, she takes down her conniving sister and scumbag ex-husband. The former housewife then reclaims her championship title, becoming a brilliant star far beyond the reach of those who once looked down on her.

Sharon Lucas had two adopted sons, and she had raised them all by herself. One day, she heard that she'd get $5 million relocation compensation for her old house. But her sons accidentally pushed her into the pool when arguing over the money. The next minute, a man showed up and saved her. When the man woke up at the hospital, he had already lost his memory. So, Sharon took him in and gave him the name David. But actually, David was William Lester, the chairman of Lester Group, and he faked the amnesia, trying to investigate Sharon's identity.

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.

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.