After taking my shower, I walked into the room of my best friend, Jessica, while wrapped in a towel. I placed a selection of underwear on the bed and asked her which would suit my new red dress. But I heard no response from Jessica. Instead, I heard a deep voice of a man from Jessica’s cell phone. “I think the black one suits better,” the man said.

On the day of the earthquake in Westville, my husband left me and flew to another city to find the other woman. I was buried in the ruins when I texted him: “Charles, an earthquake happened. I’m buried under the ground. It’s so dark here. I’m so scared…” After I was rescued, I sent him two more messages before throwing my phone under the ruins. “Charles, I can’t hold on any longer. Fortunately, you’re busy with your work, or you might die here with me and our child.” “I’m glad you’re fine.” I did that on purpose. I purposely made him think I had died. I purposely made him feel guilty about me and our unborn child. I wanted him to cry hard and live in deep regret. Only when the truth could no longer be hidden, I would walk up to him and tell him, “I want a divorce.”

Collins Ward’s ex-girlfriend was diagnosed with cancer. And he found out I had anonymously transferred a sum of money to her account. Collins smacked the card on my face. “We are already married! What are you still upset with? Why do you need to humiliate her with money? Don’t you know she’s dying?” I stared at him in silence. “Collins Ward, you were the one who proposed to me.”

On the day of my father’s funeral. At the funeral home, I bumped into my husband, Chad Bird, who had been on a business trip for two weeks. He circled his arms on a woman in a black dress and whispered comfort. The woman held the urn and leaned sadly in the arms of my husband. She had exquisite makeup on her face. If I was not mistaken. This woman is my husband’s first love. The urn she was holding probably belonged to her short-lived fiancé.

I thought I would have loved Ollie Lindsey for a long time if I hadn’t seen that tweet from Sharon Mitchell. She posted a picture of the rain from the car with the caption. “After all these years, you are the only one willing to spend three hours waiting for me to get off work.” The picture was posted on my birthday. And that day, I waited for Ollie at home for three hours.

The man I love is marrying someone else. Cameron only met her today. Cam was the boy who taught me to shoot a bow and how to swim. He’d been kind to me when other packmates weren’t–because I was too small and too weak–in their words–to amount to anything. He loves me. He tells me so every day. But if he loves me–how can he leave me for someone else? Mate. My wolf insists. No, I tell her. If we had been mates, he’d never be able to do this to me…

On the day my cousin, Roselle, gave birth, I was having a meal with her husband, Lawrence. He was about to leave, but I stopped him and said, “Lawrence, wait. I have a surprise gift for her.” A lavish gift for her after she sent my mother to the deathbed.

My dad is the Chairman of a company. In order to boost my ability, my dad arranged for me to work as an ordinary employee in the grass-root department of the company. I didn’t expect my boyfriend to dump me for my “poverty” and got together with the manager’s niece. But my dad was the chairman!

Since I was a kid, I have been called “the perfect child”. I entered the best university with first-place results, obtained a top-ten ranking in academic debates, and was 10 points away from scoring perfect marks on GRE… I should have a bright future. But actually, I became the target of netizens, and they cursed, “You should rot in hell!” It was because I killed my biological parents. I even hid their bodies in the freezer at home.

I took my boyfriend’s phone by mistake, only to see a message from his ex, “I didn’t take the pill that night.” It was only a sentence, but enough to make me shiver. The night before yesterday, I had an acute gastroenteritis attack, and he worked overtime at the company. I called him several times, but the call never got through. Enduring the excruciating pain, I took a taxi to the hospital alone at three o’clock in the morning. It turned out that, his phone was switched off, and he had not returned for the night because he had gone to his ex-girlfriend.