

The mysterious secret agent Peter Rogers was awarded the National Medal of Honor by the President and had retired from the military. While dining out with his daughter Leslie, Peter is mistaken for a blind date by the beautiful CEO Sydney Greenfield, and the two unexpectedly get married. When his classmate and ex-girlfriend, who were unaware of Peter's true identity, encountered him again, they subjected him to various insults and ridicule. Upon hearing about this, Sydney publicly revealed that Peter was her husband, putting everyone to shame.

The night before our wedding, my mother needed a fifty-thousand-dollar emergency deposit for surgery. I went to my fiancé, Major Adrian Hayes, hoping he would listen before it was too late. He only saw the number. He paid the deposit in the end, but something between us broke that night. That money became the beginning of every name he would ever use against me. After that, every time I asked him for help, he sent me one hundred dollars. When I was in a car accident, he sent one hundred dollars. When I begged him to attend my mother’s funeral, he sent one hundred dollars. Eight months ago, I found out I was pregnant. I sent him seventy-seven voice messages, desperate to tell him we were having a baby. He never listened. He only sent seventy-seven payments of one hundred dollars. Later, when I started bleeding and was rushed into emergency surgery, I called Adrian and begged him to come to the hospital, to answer the doctors, to save our child. He sent one hundred dollars again. At the same time, Madeline’s Instagram story showed Adrian in his dress uniform beside her at a lavish officers’ charity gala. The comments all treated them like the perfect match. I stared at the screen until my hand went numb. I was begging for him from the edge of an emergency room while he stood under chandeliers beside another woman, looking as if he had already found the wife he wanted. By the time Adrian finally turned his phone back on, his staff officer’s voice was shaking. “Major Hayes... your wife and the baby did not make it.” And in that moment, Adrian went feral.

The night before our wedding, my mother needed a fifty-thousand-dollar emergency deposit for surgery. I went to my fiancé, Major Adrian Hayes, hoping he would listen before it was too late. He only saw the number. He paid the deposit in the end, but something between us broke that night. That money became the beginning of every name he would ever use against me. After that, every time I asked him for help, he sent me one hundred dollars. When I was in a car accident, he sent one hundred dollars. When I begged him to attend my mother’s funeral, he sent one hundred dollars. Eight months ago, I found out I was pregnant. I sent him seventy-seven voice messages, desperate to tell him we were having a baby. He never listened. He only sent seventy-seven payments of one hundred dollars. Later, when I started bleeding and was rushed into emergency surgery, I called Adrian and begged him to come to the hospital, to answer the doctors, to save our child. He sent one hundred dollars again. At the same time, Madeline’s Instagram story showed Adrian in his dress uniform beside her at a lavish officers’ charity gala. The comments all treated them like the perfect match. I stared at the screen until my hand went numb. I was begging for him from the edge of an emergency room while he stood under chandeliers beside another woman, looking as if he had already found the wife he wanted. By the time Adrian finally turned his phone back on, his staff officer’s voice was shaking. “Major Hayes... your wife and the baby did not make it.” And in that moment, Adrian went feral.

In New Chicago, Adrian, who came from a Mafia family, was ambushed by his arch-enemy—the Crawfordtis family. While investigative journalist Eve was conducting an undercover investigation into Adrian, she unexpectedly saved him after he was ambushed and seriously wounded; Adrian fell in love with Eve at first sight. Adrian knew full well that if this assassination attempt were exposed, the Crawfordtis family would undoubtedly resort to extreme measures against Eve; however, he did not know how to express his feelings, so he used the pretext of providing protection to forcibly "sequester" Eve at his lakeside estate, boldly declaring, "Over the next ten days, I will make you fall in love with me."

After spending five years away from the United States, international humanitarian doctor Serena Hale returns to San Diego for the first time—not to come home, but to finalize her divorce from her husband, Adrian Pierce. Her younger sister, Chloe, is pregnant with Adrian’s child and is about to give birth. Everyone believes Serena is nothing more than a disgraced doctor whom her husband sent to a war zone to “teach her a lesson.” No one knows that she has already become Dr. S, the lead researcher behind a breakthrough against a deadly virus, and that she is carrying top-secret research data tied to federal biosecurity. Adrian refuses to believe her true identity. Seeking revenge on Chloe’s behalf, he even personally injures Serena’s right hand—the hand she relies on to hold a scalpel. Desperate to take Serena’s place as Mrs. Pierce, Chloe destroys the classified data drive and frames her sister for it. Only when Serena’s true identity is exposed in front of everyone does Adrian realize that the woman he destroyed with his own hands has already become someone the entire country is determined to protect. After the truth comes out, Adrian gradually uncovers everything that really happened five years ago and becomes consumed by regret. But Serena no longer loves him. Instead, she grows closer to General Ethan Grant, the man who has quietly protected and supported her all along. Three years later, shortly before Serena’s wedding, Adrian kidnaps her in a desperate attempt to stop her from moving on. In the end, Chloe chooses to save her sister and dies after taking a knife meant for Serena. Adrian is sentenced to death. Serena adopts Chloe’s child and finally leaves the past behind for good.

The night before our wedding, my mother needed a fifty-thousand-dollar emergency deposit for surgery. I went to my fiancé, Major Adrian Hayes, hoping he would listen before it was too late. He only saw the number. He paid the deposit in the end, but something between us broke that night. That money became the beginning of every name he would ever use against me. After that, every time I asked him for help, he sent me one hundred dollars. When I was in a car accident, he sent one hundred dollars. When I begged him to attend my mother’s funeral, he sent one hundred dollars. Eight months ago, I found out I was pregnant. I sent him seventy-seven voice messages, desperate to tell him we were having a baby. He never listened. He only sent seventy-seven payments of one hundred dollars. Later, when I started bleeding and was rushed into emergency surgery, I called Adrian and begged him to come to the hospital, to answer the doctors, to save our child. He sent one hundred dollars again. At the same time, Madeline’s Instagram story showed Adrian in his dress uniform beside her at a lavish officers’ charity gala. The comments all treated them like the perfect match. I stared at the screen until my hand went numb. I was begging for him from the edge of an emergency room while he stood under chandeliers beside another woman, looking as if he had already found the wife he wanted. By the time Adrian finally turned his phone back on, his staff officer’s voice was shaking. “Major Hayes... your wife and the baby did not make it.” And in that moment, Adrian went feral.