I used to be the most dazzling heiress in the imperial capital. With a single piece of psychiatric evaluation, I was locked away in a mental hospital. For three years, I endured inhumane torment. The husband I loved to the core finally remembered to come and get me. When we met again, I no longer wished to come close to him even a little. Later, Fu Qingzhou asked me why I no longer loved him. I gazed at him in silent stillness and said, "I let you go."
I was once the most dazzling heiress in Jastrait. But a single psychiatric assessment led to my confinement in a mental institution.
For three years, I endured unimaginable hardships. My husband, Grayson Moss, whom I loved with all my heart, finally remembered to bring me back.
When we met again, I no longer wished to be near him.
Later, Grayson asked why I no longer loved him.
I stared at him in utter silence, and said, "I let you go for your own good."
On the day I was brought back to the villa, I looked at myself in the mirror. My cheekbones were prominent, my face sunken, no longer resembling the privileged young heiress raised in a sheltered life of luxury.
"Mrs. Moss, would you like a glass of milk to warm yourself up?" As I was lost in thought, a strange woman suddenly appeared, holding a cup of hot milk.
Startled, I turned around and accidentally bumped into her. The hot milk spilled, scalding my hand more than I expected, and I let out a cry of pain.
I quickly whispered an apology, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Before I could finish, to my surprise, the woman knelt down with a thud, "Mrs. Moss, it's all my fault. I startled you. Please don't send me away."
I was stunned.
At that moment, a familiar voice came from outside the door, "What happened?"
I looked up and saw that familiar face. Grayson, the man I had chased for ten years, loved with all my heart, and who had personally sent me to the mental hospital three years ago.
A wave of fear washed over me, my face turned pale, and I couldn't help but step back a few paces.
Grayson lifted his gaze to me, then said calmly to the kneeling woman, "Norah, you may leave."
The room was left with just the two of us.
I didn't dare to look up at him.
Yet he walked up to me without hesitation, gripping my chin forcefully, his expression stern, his voice laced with anger, "I didn't expect that after three years, you still haven't learned your lesson, you..."
"I'm sorry." Before he could get angrier, I quickly apologized.
He was taken aback, staring at me intently.
The room fell silent for two seconds. Afraid he would truly get angry, I repeated, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I'll behave from now on and won't make any more mistakes."
"Who are you putting on this pitiful act for? Just living comfortably in a different place, aren't you?"
Was that so? Was it really just living comfortably in a different place?
If it were before, I would have certainly made a scene with him. But I was no longer the proud and willful heiress of the Martin Family.
Three years ago, the Martin Group suddenly and unexpectedly went bankrupt overnight. I cried, begged, and made a scene for him to help, but he sent me to the mental hospital himself. My parents couldn't accept the reality of bankruptcy and tragically took their own lives from the thirtieth floor of the company building. Because I was in the mental hospital, I couldn't attend my parents' funeral. Afterward, I endured unimaginable hardships in the mental hospital.
I dared not think about it further and lowered my head in submission, "Yes, I'm sorry."
Although a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, he seemed satisfied with my response and finally let go of my chin.
My chin was red and swollen from his grip, but I dared not make a sound.
He turned to leave, but at the door, he suddenly looked back, "Make a cup of coffee and bring it to my study later."
Didn't he hate drinking the coffee I made the most?
Three years ago, I used to prepare a cup of coffee for him every day, but he would just pour it away.
Now, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and my sense of taste was gone.
I grew up being adored by my parents, with a sense of pride and privilege that defined me. Yet, I fell for Grayson, my childhood friend.
For the first time, I realized someone could captivate me so completely; he consumed my thoughts and emotions. I looked down on the girls who liked him, always feeling worlds apart from them. For Grayson, I gave up my pride, chasing after him every day.
Who would have thought that the Grayson's grandfather would take a liking to me, wanting me to marry Grayson, to form an alliance with the Moss Family? Grayson's grandfather was on his deathbed, and Grayson reluctantly agreed.
Upon hearing the news, I was so happy I couldn't sleep for nights, always anticipating the sweet life after marriage.
But that anticipation ultimately turned into a mirage.
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Drugged and deceived, she bore a child amidst tragedy-her son, falsely declared dead at birth. Fueled by the agony, she disappeared, only to return years later with both her daughter and an adopted son, driven by an unyielding desire for revenge against those who had wronged her and her late mother. The plot takes an unexpected twist when the haunting truth surfaces: her son is alive, and his father is a powerful CEO.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
She thought she was the love of his life, and he became the love of her life that fateful day she had seen him at the pack's party. Selene Grace was only a replica of Alpha Leo's real mate, and when he spotted her, Leo immediately claimed her as his Luna in order to suppress the rumors of him being mateless. Being unable to conceive turns Selene's marriage into a nightmare, and as if that wasn't enough, Alpha Leo finally reunites with his long time lover and mate, rejecting a pregnant Selene as a result. 5 years later, Selene, a now successful doctor, receives an invitation to the moon shadow pack in order to rid the pack of a deadly disease which has struck it. Will Selene return back to the pack which had caused her so much pain, and what would she do when she realizes that she is mated to the Alpha who had betrayed her in the past?
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"