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As she left the medical facility, Blaine finally decided to let go of her feelings for Stefan completely. The trash bin was filled with discarded tissues, symbolizing a small life that had ended before it even began. Blaine did not cry; instead, she calmly returned her aunt's call. "Aunt, I've been accepted into the graduate program at the university. I'll be heading there in a month to complete my enrollment, and I'd love to move abroad to live with you." On the other end of the line, her aunt's voice was overwhelmed with joy "That's wonderful, Blaine! Our family can finally be together again. You should talk to the Stefan properly, though. After all, his family raised you like their own daughter for so many years. And Stefan has taken such good care of you all these years..."

The day before the wedding, the luxurious wedding dress my husband had ordered arrived. As I gently touched my slightly rounded belly, I asked him for a divorce. Archie's secretary called, tearfully explaining, "Ma'am, it's all my fault for not understanding your preference. Please, don't take it out on Archie." Archie's soothing voice came through the phone, leaving me with nothing but a warning. "Don't say I didn't warn you." I packed my bags and left with determination.

In my previous life, on the day my sister and I were selecting partners from the snake clan, I rescued the distressed Dragon Crown Prince. In gratitude, upon returning to his clan, the Dragon Prince immediately made me his dragon consort. A year later, I hatched a golden egg, giving birth to a dragon child. The prince was overjoyed and, on the day of his coronation, he declared me the Dragon Queen, gaining the respect of all clans. My sister chose to marry a strong wild bear, only to become the least favored wife among them. Her jealousy towards me drove her mad, and during a snake clan celebration, she pushed me off a cliff, leading to my tragic death. When I opened my eyes again, it was the day we were to choose mates, and I saw my sister running towards the direction where the Dragon Prince was in distress. I realized she had been reborn too. However, she did not know that while saving the Dragon Prince was straightforward, bearing a dragon child was a near impossible feat.

My husband, the judge, still didn't know that I was lying cold and stiff in the morgue. After a night of drinking, he lazily sent me a voice message, "Where did you disappear to? I've won the case, and tonight, I'll celebrate with you." Seeing I didn't reply immediately, he sent two more messages, "Not answering me? What's with the act?" "Just because I didn't help you with your case, you're holding a grudge?" I still didn't respond. Frustrated, he blocked me. It wasn't until the third day, when he hadn't heard from me, that he thought to check the hospital. There, he ran into a nurse. When the nurse recognized him, she scoffed. "What? Just now remembering to look for your wife who died on the operating table?" My husband stopped in his tracks, staring at the nurse in disbelief. "What did you say? Who died?" The nurse gave him a look that seemed to question his intelligence. "Your wife, of course. I really don't know how you were her husband. She had kidney failure, and you still made her donate a kidney. You were just asking for her life." Upon hearing this, he completely lost it, desperately trying to reach me. "Alright, I won't yell at you anymore. Just say something, okay?" "Don't do this to me, I'll go crazy!" "Where on earth did you go?" "You're joking with me, right?" "Please, just reply." But my phone would never connect again. We were meant to live happily ever after, but as a judge, he decided to save his beloved, who was suffering from kidney disease, by unilaterally deciding to give her one of my kidneys. I explained to him that I had kidney failure and that another transplant would surely kill me. But he roared at me with disdain, "She was so gravely ill, you're still here, jealous and fighting for attention! Do you have a heart at all?" Under his forceful decision, I was sent to the hospital for the transplant. In the end, my condition worsened, and I died tragically in a deserted corner of the hospital.

My son's kindergarten was hosting a parent-child event. I made a special effort to attend, only to witness him holding the hand of my husband's secretary and saying, "Mom, I wish our family could stay together like this forever." Watching the three of them embrace happily, I was overwhelmed with a sense of weariness. Later, I filed for divorce and chose to spend fifteen years teaching in a rural area. If I couldn't find happiness at home, perhaps I could help others find theirs.

Derek's mistress was causing trouble again. He slid the divorce papers in front of me. "Just sign it for appearances and to keep everyone content." I clutched the hem of my dress, nodding silently. Then, I swiftly signed my name. As I was leaving, I overheard his brother teasing, "Your wife is so easygoing. Is there anything she won't do if you ask?" Derek took a graceful sip of his fine wine. "Wanna bet on it?" They wagered that in twenty days, at the city hall, no matter how teary-eyed I got, I would obediently complete the divorce proceedings. When the marriage certificate was exchanged for a divorce certificate, I held my phone tightly and calmly replied to the message I had just received, "After all this, will you marry me?" "Yes."

My mother kept a notebook of grievances. On one side, it listed the costs of raising me, while on the other, it recorded all my acts of defiance against her. In her notebook, I had all sorts of names. Burden, ungrateful wretch, ungrateful daughter... She hoped for my repayment, yet at the same time, she wished I were dead. Eventually, I did die. I left her with a hollow shell, my heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys all hollowed out, along with a bank card holding eight hundred thousand. "Mother, I've given you back everything, my money and my life. Does this make you happy?"

At my best friend's birthday party, I drank tainted wine and passed out. When I woke up, I heard the doctor say it could cause severe nerve damage. I teased my fiancé Cayden Hewitt, asking who I was and where I was. He hesitated, staring at me, then called my rival Liam Hewitt. "You're Julia. He's your fiancé. You're getting married soon." I froze, thinking he was joking too. My best friend, Vivian Green, slipped her arm through Cayden's, looking every bit like a couple in love. Eventually, I was about to marry Liam. But Cayden, with eyes red from emotion, stood in front of the car to stop it, pleading, "Julia, don't marry him. I've realized I can't let you go."

For my entire life, I believed my Alpha, Kaelen, was my fated mate. A sacred gift from the Moon Goddess. But on the eve of my eighteenth birthday, he presented another she-wolf, Seraphina, as his chosen Luna, using a borrowed pup in a cruel plot to crush my spirit. When Rogues attacked our pack, a silver chandelier fell towards us. Kaelen lunged past me without a glance, shielding Seraphina with his own body while I was left to be crushed. He never even looked back. Later, after falsely accusing me of hurting her, he dragged my injured body to an ice-cold hydrotherapy pool and shoved me under the water. As I struggled to breathe, he loomed over me, his voice a roar of command. "If you ever touch her again, I will strip you of your name and make you Rogue." Watching the man I loved try to kill me, the last of my hope finally turned to ash. That night, I accepted an offer to join the Silverwood Pack. Then, I walked to the forge and tossed every memento he'd ever given me into the flames, watching the girl who loved him burn away forever.

I was the anchor for my tech billionaire husband, Killian-the only person who could ground his chaotic soul. But when my brother was dying, Killian gave the life-saving funds to his mistress for a multi-million dollar cat sanctuary. After my brother died, he left me bleeding in a car wreck to save her. The final betrayal came when I tried to file for divorce and discovered our entire marriage was a lie, the certificate a carefully crafted forgery. He had built my world on a foundation of deceit to ensure I could never leave, never have anything of my own. So I called the one man I'd rejected years ago and began my plan to burn his empire to the ground.

Five years ago, Bettina Rowe was wounded in her abdomen to save Asher Lambert, which caused her not to get pregnant. Asher had told her that he would never want a baby. But he eventually entertained the idea of surrogacy. He chose Betsy Sugden, a college student who resembled Bettina, to give birth to his baby. Asher didn't know that Bettina had already decided to divorce him when he brought up that idea.

My fiancé, Richard Ahmed, had been unfaithful. His mistress, Eva Marsh, sent me a provocative video. In the video, Richard and Eva were passionately kissing, while his friends cheered loudly, "You two are perfect for each other. You should get married." Richard's parents were holding Eva's hand, saying, "You're the only one we see as part of the family." I let out a cold laugh and dialed the number of my father, the head of a criminal syndicate. "Get in touch with a team for me. I have a live stream event planned." "Alright. The condition is that you return to Zlomont and become the new head of the Brooks Group."

On the night of my career-defining art exhibition, I stood completely alone. My husband, Dante Sovrano, the most feared man in Chicago, had promised he wouldn’t miss it for the world. Instead, he was on the evening news. He was shielding another woman—his ruthless business partner—from a downpour, letting his own thousand-dollar suit get soaked just to protect her. The headline flashed below them, calling their new alliance a "power move" that would reshape the city. The guests at my gallery immediately began to whisper. Their pitying looks turned my greatest triumph into a public spectacle of humiliation. Then his text arrived, a cold, final confirmation of my place in his life: “Something came up. Isabella needed me. You understand. Business.” For four years, I had been his possession. A quiet, artistic wife kept in a gilded cage on the top floor of his skyscraper. I poured all my loneliness and heartbreak onto my canvases, but he never truly saw my art. He never truly saw me. He just saw another one of his assets. My heart didn't break that night. It turned to ice. He hadn't just neglected me; he had erased me. So the next morning, I walked into his office and handed him a stack of gallery contracts. He barely glanced up, annoyed at the interruption to his empire-building. He snatched the pen and signed on the line I’d marked. He didn’t know the page tucked directly underneath was our divorce decree. He had just signed away his wife like she was nothing more than an invoice for art supplies.

My husband was in the shower, the sound of water a familiar rhythm to our mornings. I was just placing a cup of coffee on his desk, a small ritual in our five years of what I thought was a perfect marriage. Then, an email notification flashed on his laptop: "You're invited to the Christening of Leo Thomas." Our last name. The sender: Hayden Cleveland, a social media influencer. An icy dread settled in. It was an invitation for his son, a son I didn't know existed. I went to the church, hidden in the shadows, and saw him holding a baby, a little boy with his dark hair and eyes. Hayden Cleveland, the mother, leaned on his shoulder, a picture of domestic bliss. They looked like a family. A perfect, happy family. My world crumbled. I remembered him refusing to have a baby with me, citing work pressure. All his business trips, the late nights-were they spent with them? The lie was so easy for him. How could I have been so blind? I called the Zurich Architectural Fellowship, a prestigious program I had deferred for him. "I' d like to accept the fellowship," I said, my voice eerily calm. "I can leave immediately."

My fiancé stood me up for the 88th time, leaving me at the courthouse to rush to his adopted sister' s side. I went home and overheard their twisted plan: they wanted me to get sterilized so I could raise their secret love child. When his sister later tried to poison me, he screamed at me to apologize. He even locked me in the basement, knowing my severe claustrophobia, to punish me for "upsetting her." The man I loved was a monster, and I had been his fool. After he left on a business trip, I packed my bags, accepted a dream job across the country, and sent him one last text. "We are over."

Three days before the wedding, Eliana discovered that her boyfriend of three years had been secretly planning a wedding with his childhood sweetheart. "Erin has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Her greatest wish is to be my wife while she can still remember. We'll cancel our wedding. Once she forgets me completely, I'll come back and marry you." Upon learning the truth, Eliana remained composed, refusing to shed tears or cause a commotion. She dialed a number she hadn't contacted in three years. "Brother, I agree to the arranged marriage with the Barton family, to wed that emotionally distant heir. In three days, make sure he appear in the wedding."

The day my husband, a Mafia Underboss, told me I was genetically unfit to carry his heir, he brought home my replacement—a surrogate with my eyes and a working womb. He called her a "vessel" but paraded her as his mistress, abandoning me while I bled on the floor at a party to protect her and planning their secret future in the villa he once promised me. But in our world, wives don't just walk away—they disappear, and I decided to orchestrate my own vanishing act, leaving him to the ruin he so carefully built for himself.