

One month before her wedding, Rowan Hale discovers her fiancé Victor’s cruel plan—he intends to use her as a surrogate for another woman’s child. Devastated, Rowan disappears without a trace.Three years later, Rowan returns as the renowned surgeon “Dr. V” and has found true love with Atticus Blackthorne, the richest man in the country.But on the day of her wedding, Victor appears. What will he beg for? And what will Rowan choose?

" My husband was once the person I loved most. When I became pregnant, he treated me like the happiest woman in the world. But after his true love died, he destroyed everything we had. In my past life, Caleb saved me and his mother from the fire, but he couldn't save Brianna when she ran back into the flames to prove her love for him. From that day on, he turned his grief into hatred toward me. The man who once waited for our baby's birth with love eventually took our child away at Brianna's grave. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night of the fire. This time, I will never trust his love again."

The night before my wedding, I caught my fiancé, Miguel Sheffield, kissing the Newells' biological daughter in the garden. I stood there with my pregnancy test in hand, my chest hollow. The next day, the wedding went on. Flowers lined the red carpet. Guests lifted their champagne glasses. But the bells rang again and again, and the bride never showed. The daughter the Newells had raised by mistake left only her engagement ring on the vanity. Then she vanished. I moved overseas and raised my child alone. I cut off everyone from my past. Five years later, I came home. And one by one, they walked right back into my life.

I was pregnant, and when I went to a private club to have Ronan sign the divorce papers, he was tangled up with his mistress, Molly. Under Ronan's coercion, I drank the wine Molly handed me. But what I didn't expect was that Molly had slipped an abortion-inducing pill into the drink. I collapsed, yet Ronan left with Molly in his arms. "I'll bring in the top medical team to save the baby." he said. "Ronan, there are only eight days left on the marriage contract. We will never meet again in this life." I replied. But Ronan didn't hear me—he was too busy answering Molly's call. Fortunately, my baby survived. Eight days later, I returned to my grandfather's farm with my child, severing every last tie to Ronan. Just when I thought life would settle down peacefully, Ronan knelt at my doorstep.

On the first day of my rebirth, I turn straight into the bedroom of Don Raffaele Caruso and begin undoing my clothes. In my previous life, I was in a marriage of convenience with his son, Matteo Caruso, but there was no love between us. We were notorious in Liberty City's mafia circle. Matteo believed I was the reason he lost his first love. He thought I had deliberately gone into his room the night he was drugged with an aphrodisiac, trapping him in a marriage. Hence, for eight years after our wedding, he stayed out drunk every night and refused to come home. Even when I went into obstructed labor and was on the brink of death, he never asked about me even once. Then, the hurricane came. A storm surge swallowed Liberty City. The harbor collapsed under the waves, and there was only one seat left on the evacuation boat. Everyone thought Matteo would keep it for himself. Instead, he shoved me hard onto the boat. "Go! I'm giving you my chance to live, Chiara. If there's a next life, don't come saving me again. I just want to be with Lucia." The next second, his body was dragged into the pitch-black sea. I survived, only to be hacked to death by a rival family afterward. What Matteo never knew was that he wasn't the only one who was drugged that night. His father was too. This time around, I step into the room just as the effects of the aphrodisiac take hold. Raffaele is currently forcing himself to endure it, his control stretched to the limit. I walk over and say softly, "Let me be your antidote, Don Caruso."

My body matured faster than most girls my age. When I turned 18, my overprotective brother worried I’d be taken advantage of, so he asked his best friend to look after me. But the first time we met, that man's eyes never left my body. After I graduated from college, he kept crossing the line, again and again. By day, he was my boss, and by night, I was his "personal assistant." For four years, we kept our affair a secret. He molded me into exactly what he liked, and the worst part? I let him. One day, his ex-fiancée came back from overseas. He slipped out of my bed in the middle of the night and rushed to the airport to pick her up. Humiliated but unwilling to let go, I followed him there, only to watch him gently stroke another woman’s hair right in front of me. He turned to me and said, "Jennifer Huckabee, four years ago, you were the one who crawled into my bed while I was drunk. The way you're behaving now… it’s really pathetic." The way he looked at her was soft, and the way he mocked me was sharp and deliberate. I suddenly realized he was right. This was meaningless. So I lowered my head, texted my brother to tell him I’d accept the Sinclair family marriage proposal, then looked up at that man and smiled. "Alright then. Goodbye."

When Elijah cheated, I didn’t cry or make a scene. I pretended not to know. When he kept Naomi on the side, I forced down the pain and endured it. After all, I had a lovely son with Elijah. He loved me, and I wanted to give him a complete family. It wasn’t until the day I found out that my son, Kai, had gone with Elijah to that other home and was calling Aunt Naomi with affection that I stopped wanting to endure it any longer. I told my childhood friend that I wanted a divorce. He looked at me deeply, saying, “Hazel, everyone in Neopolis knows that Elijah loves you with his life. His influence covers the entire city. Leaving him won’t be easy.” However, I replied numbly, “Then let Hazel die. Let her die in front of Elijah. Let him watch his wife disappear with his own eyes. From that moment on, there will be no more Hazel Foster in this world.” When I learned that Kai preferred Naomi, I realized that the past two years of endurance had been nothing but a joke. This time, I don’t want either my husband or my son anymore.

For three years, my husband Jared never touched me. But late at night, he'd sneak off and get off to a photo of Alice — my socalled sister. That's when it hit me — he only married me for revenge. I was the real heir, swapped at birth. But when I came back, everyone acted like I'd stolen Alice's life. Crushed, I walked away. Back to my true family. What I didn't expect? Jared was losing his mind, tearing the world apart to find me.