I married Eleanor Vance on the very same day her true love was getting married next door. Just as we were about to exchange rings, the man himself stormed into our ceremony. Red-eyed and shaking, he announced that the only woman he'd ever loved was Eleanor and that he couldn't go through with marrying the fiancee waiting for him, the one battling a terminal illness. Eleanor didn't even look at me. She pulled her hand from mine and ran after him. I was left standing there, humiliated, while my mother was so angry she ended up in the hospital. Later, the abandoned bride and I caught each other's eyes for a moment. I asked quietly, "Do you want to switch grooms?" Three years passed before Eleanor came back. She was crying, saying she regretted everything. But I scooped up both kids from the backseat, one in each arm. I stepped aside and said, "Excuse me. I'm in a hurry to pick up my wife from work."
My father and brother had preferred my sister over me since we were kids. In fact, they hated me. When I was bullied at a party, it was a mafia boss, Edwin Carlson, who stepped in. He saved me and announced right there in front of everyone that I was the woman he loved. He warned that anyone who dared mess with me again would have to deal with him. Edwin bought a castle deep in the forest just for me. He filled the garden with my favorite tulips and held a grand wedding there that made headlines across the country. For a while, I became the woman everyone envied. Seven months pregnant, I attended my father's birthday party. But that night, a sudden fire broke out. My biased father and brother only cared about saving my sister, Kelsey Grant. They rushed her out while I was left behind to die in the flames. In the end, it was Edwin who carried me out. But when I woke up in the hospital, I saw something that shattered my heart. "What the hell were you thinking, starting that fire?" Edwin's face was dark with rage. "Stephanie's only seven months pregnant! Are you trying to force her into early labor? Were you trying to kill her and the baby?" My father and brother spoke in hushed voices, trying to explain. "Kelsey has leukemia. The doctors said we can't wait anymore—she needs surgery soon. And she needs the baby's bone marrow..." "I care about Kelsey's life more than you do. Why else would I have married Stephanie? But you can't hurt her. I have my own plan!" Edwin warned coldly. "Saving Kelsey is the goal, yes—but if you try to save her at the cost of Stephanie's life, I won't allow it!" After hearing that, I fled the hospital room in a panic. So that was why he married me. Not because he loved me, but to save Kelsey. Everything he did for me—his kindness, his care—was all for her. Just like my father and brother, he loved Kelsey. Not me. If no one loved me, then I figured I might as well just disappear.
Five years ago, biomedical researcher Mara Ellison’s husband, Caleb Warren, was involved in an accident while on a business trip in Australia and was declared “missing.” Everyone told Mara that he was dead. Unable to cope with the loss, Mara once attempted to take her own life, but Caleb’s best friend, Julian Hayes, saved her and stayed by her side through the next three years of trauma and recovery. In the fourth year, Mara finally opened her heart to Julian, and the two began a relationship. In the fifth year, Mara discovered she was pregnant and planned to surprise Julian with the news. Instead, she accidentally found evidence in his study revealing that Caleb had never died. He had already built a new family with Mara’s best friend, Sienna Brooks, and the two had a four-year-old daughter. As Mara continued investigating, she learned that Julian had known the truth from the very day he saved her five years earlier—and that even her own mother, Helen, had known all along. Everyone had helped maintain the lie for five years, all in the name of “protecting” her. After the truth came out, Mara lost the baby due to complications in early pregnancy. Caleb, Sienna, Julian, and Helen each eventually confessed what had really happened five years before. Mara finally understood that they had not lied to her only once. Every single day for the past five years, they had made the choice to keep deceiving her. In the end, Mara forgave none of them. She left the city, returned to work, rebuilt her life, and continued therapy, slowly freeing herself from her emotional dependence on Julian. A year later, when Mara saw Julian again, she no longer needed his explanations. At the end of the story, she buys a pair of white baby shoes in memory of the child she lost and writes on the card, “Mommy remembers you.” Only then does she truly understand that the person who finally pulled her out of the ruins was herself.
After being rejected and disgraced by his ex-wife, Lee Hyun-woo, the hidden heir of the Lee family, finds new love with Kang Yoo-jin. As they face his chaebol family’s trials and bring down their enemies, Hyun-woo reclaims his power, wealth, and the love he was meant to have.
Five years ago, after losing both my father and my son, I finally ended my marriage to Damian Walker and left for France alone to study perfumery again.
Five years later, I returned to New York as “Leah,” an internationally renowned master perfumer. But Damian and his first love, Vivian, still believed I had come back because I could not let go of the past.
What no one knew was that I had already rebuilt my life—and married Theodore, the man who now leads the Lambert luxury empire.
When Vivian targeted me again and even stole my perfume formula to enter an international perfumery competition, I refused to stay silent any longer.
As my identity as Leah was revealed and the truth behind the theft came to light, even more secrets that had been buried for years began to surface.
In the end, I uncovered the full truth behind my son’s death five years earlier and finally saw Damian’s belated regret for what it truly was.
But this time, I will never look back.
At the wedding banquet, my fiancé arrived late with his first love in a best man's outfit, while the groom's suit was thrown on the sofa in a mess. "Quentin, today is our wedding..." "Natalie!" Quentin interrupted me sharply, his eyes full of warnings. "I think you should know what to say and what not to say. Be accommodating and don't make me hate you." I laughed bitterly. Just because Quentin's first love lost her memory, everyone was playing a game of finding memories with her, so we had to hide it from her and coax her, and not overwhelm her. In order to comfort me, Quentin came forward and hugged me, and whispered in my ear, "Nat, you can understand me, right?" I nodded to show my understanding, turned around, and took the hand of the real best man to join in holy matrimony. Later, when I was shopping in the mall while pregnat, he stopped me with tears in his eyes: "Nat, we were all acting, weren't we? How did you get pregnant?"
Billion‑tech tycoon Kyle Thorn hides his true identity to live as an ordinary man, doting on his fiancée Stella Miller whole‑heartedly for five long years.Little does he know he has fallen into a cruel trap: his fiancée conspires with another man on a surrogacy‑and‑marriage scam, and her whole family uses him as a ladder for social climbing. The gentle Kyle turns ruthless. The truth blows up on their wedding day.Revealing his immense power and backed by his confidante Kiana Windsor with irrefutable evidence, he wages a cold‑blooded revenge against all the traitors. Everyone who plotted against him will reap exactly what they sowed.
Abandoned half-blood Liam is dragged into a political marriage and humiliated publicly.He’s saved by Severin—the most powerful Vampire Prince, his wife’s stepfather, and Liam’s drunken one-night stand. The prince confesses his love and vows to awaken Liam’s vampire powers.
Eleanor, the real CEO, gave her husband everything—money, power, status. He used it all to fund his ex's boutique and let her publicly humiliate Eleanor. Until Eleanor finally reveals who she truly is. The tables turn. Everyone kneels. But it's too late.
On my wedding day, I slept for six hours inside my own dressing room. By the time I reached the DeLuca family chapel in the Hudson Valley, Matteo had already completed the entire ceremony with his childhood friend, Sofia Rinaldi, the daughter of one of the DeLucas’ oldest allied families. She wore the gown I had spent six months designing and the pearl tiara passed down through generations of DeLuca women. Allies from New York, Chicago, and Sicily had witnessed everything. No one had saved a place for the real bride. Matteo looked at my pale face and explained calmly. “Sofia put the sedative in your tea. She only wanted one wedding. The dose was small, so there is no reason to make this into something bigger.” Everyone waited for me to cause a scene. I only let out a quiet sigh and looked at Matteo with disappointment. My family had given me one final chance to marry for love. Now that the wedding had failed, I had to return to Sicily, obey their decision, and inherit the family.
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