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Maggy Joyce was everyone's darling since childhood, but an accident brought her to Roy Lynn, who came to her rescue. They fell in love and spent three years together. But days before their engagement, a heart-wrenching overheard conversation made her leave.The next day, she was asked to meet his arranged fiancée. At that meeting, she discovered their cruel plan. She finally saw his love was a sham—a revenge scheme.Meanwhile, Roy finally realized his love for Maggy. He was planning their engagement party to win her back…

Deliveryman Colton Ward is accidentally knocked over by Winnie Sable, CEO of Sable Corp, and awakens a mysterious countdown ability that reveals everyone's remaining lifespan. He prevents a deadly fate for her,outsmarts his rivals, amasses wealth through treasure appraisal and jade gambling, and plunges into a world of power, fortune, and romance.

Deliveryman Colton Ward is accidentally knocked over by Winnie Sable, CEO of Sable Corp, and awakens a mysterious countdown ability that reveals everyone's remaining lifespan. He prevents a deadly fate for her,outsmarts his rivals, amasses wealth through treasure appraisal and jade gambling, and plunges into a world of power, fortune, and romance.

An office worker, Nancy Sanson, lives by one motto: "Money solves everything." But when she overworks herself to exhaustion, she suddenly transmigrates into a novel and becomes an evil supporting character who shares her name. In the original story, this character covets the female lead's luck, lusts after the male lead, and ultimately meets a gruesome end. Now, with the plot's deadly countdown ticking, Nancy is armed with knowledge of the story but faces a dilemma: Can her moneyloving,survival-driven instincts rewrite her fate and maybe even find a way back home?

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?