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My husband was an air traffic controller. In our past lives, my daughter had a heart attack when the flight we were in faced a thunderstorm. I contacted my husband at the control tower to arrange for priority landing. At the same time, the other flight that my husband's soul mate was in crashed after being struck by lightning. My husband acted normal after that incident. However, later on my daughter's birthday, he locked my daughter and I in the house, and we were burned to death. "If you hadn't asked for priority landing, Kelly's flight would not have crashed! I don't think there is anything wrong with your daughter. You only did that out of your jealousy for Kelly, you caused the death of a few hundred innocent lives." My daughter and I did not manage to escape, we died horribly. The next time I opened my eyes, I returned to the day when my daughter was having a heart attack again. This time, my husband disconnected my call to the control tower completely. However, when he learnt that our daughter had died from a heart attack, he went crazy.

My husband insisted that I wear high heels at the company’s annual meeting despite being pregnant. He compared me to his female secretary with a look of disdain. "Can’t you learn from Lucille? She’s eight months pregnant and still comes to work in full makeup, handling her tasks efficiently. If you don’t wear them, don’t go. I’ll be embarrassed!" He even tried to give the high heels to his secretary and take her as his date. Left with no choice, I forced myself to wear them. However, on the balcony, the secretary tripped me, spilling red wine all over me. Limping, I found my husband, only for him to sneer, "Tripping on flat ground? How clumsy!" Furious and pale with anger, I turned to leave. Someone urged him to chase after me, but he only got angrier. "How bad could it be? She’s so timid—she can’t survive without me! Just wait. When the event’s over, she’ll definitely be waiting in the car to drive me home." Alas, he was wrong. I turned and went straight to the hospital for an abortion.

We had been in love for years, and everyone believed that Henley was utterly devoted to me. Even I thought so—until the day I saw him in bed with a younger woman. I lost all will to live and chose the most peaceful way to end it all. When Henley found out I had donated my body, he completely lost his mind.

“Please Erica, give me the chance to prove that I love you.” Dante begged. A mate was the best thing all Lycan’s got from the moon Goddess but it wasn't the same for Erica. Erica had been married to Dante for four years and in these four years she had endured all the pain of her childless and pain-filled marriage to her mate. Erica wasn’t a high ranked werewolf like Dante had always wanted but she loved him and wished she’d be happy with him but Erica’s wish seems to never come true as she’s divorced, rejected and thrown away from his pack. Being divorced was one thing but being divorced with his child was another. Six years later, Erica Returns with her five years old triplets. Will Erica fight the mate bond which seems to grow stronger with her possessive ex mate, or will she choose to love the man who is ready to set the world ablaze for her?

Six years ago, she was framed by her wicked sister and was abandoned by her then husband while she was pregnant.Six years later, she started anew with a different identity. Oddly, the same man who abandoned her in the past had not stopped pestering her at her front door.“Miss Gibson, what’s your relationship with Mister Lynch?”She smiled and answered nonchalantly, “I don’t know him.”“But sources say that you were once married.”She answered as she tucked her hair, “Those are rumors. I’m not blind, you see.”That day, she was pinned on the wall the moment she stepped in her door.Her three babies cheered, “Daddy said mommy’s eyes are bad! Daddy says he’ll fix it for mommy!”She wailed, “Please let me go, darling!”

My son accidentally burns my husband's first love's hand. My husband cruelly breaks my son's hand to teach him a lesson. He's in so much pain that he can't see straight and falls into a lake. Blood dyes the water red. I hold him close as I sob and call my husband, pleading for help. My husband doesn't care, though. "It's just a broken hand—he'll be fine once it's set in a cast. He'll only do worse things in the future if he's not taught a lesson now!" Later, my son drowns in the lake because he's not rescued in time. My husband loses his mind when he sees his body. "How could he have died when he only had a broken hand?"

Cursed by the Moon Goddess and shackled to a life of torment, Alpha Kane Ironclaw rules the Dark Howl Pack with a ruthless grip and a fractured soul. Blamed for the tragic deaths of his first mate and unborn child, he is haunted by an inferno that consumes him with every full moon, turning him into a mindless beast. But behind the flames lies a darker truth—a web of betrayal spun by the one he trusted most. Nevaeh Rowen has always felt out of place. With her wolf dormant and an unexplainable pull toward the shadowed forests of Cedar Ridge, her life has been anything but ordinary. But everything changes the night she crosses paths with Kane. Their undeniable bond as fated mates ignites a storm of passion, danger, and unraveling secrets. As Nevaeh’s wolf awakens, so too does the dark prophecy that binds her to Kane’s fate. She alone holds the key to breaking his curse—but at a devastating cost. Her life. Torn between love and survival, Nevaeh becomes the center of a battle that threatens not just Kane’s pack, but the fragile balance of power among rival alphas. When fate demands a scarifice, does love have the power to defy death?

Tana thought her wedding day would be the start of forever. Instead, it became the day her world fell apart. Standing at the altar, she watched as her mate, the alpha of the Middle Forest, rejected her in front of everyone. He didn’t just break her heart; he chose her stepsister instead. The betrayal cut deep, but the punishment that followed was even worse. Stripped of her title, exiled from her pack, and forced to drink a potion that severed her mate bond, she lost everything including her connection to her wolf, Phoenix. Alone and abandoned, Tana was thrown into the brutal world of rogues, where survival meant blood, pain, and a heart that refused to break. She learned to fight, to endure, to bury the girl she once was. Then she met Jackson. The ruthless Alpha of the HellGuard pack, Jackson was a ghost from her past, the boy who once had feelings for her. But now, he looks at her like a stranger. The potion changed her face, her scent, her everything. He doesn’t recognize her, and she isn’t sure if that’s a blessing or a curse. Fate may have torn her apart once, but this time, she won’t be the one left bleeding. With revenge burning in her veins and two powerful alphas standing in her way, Tana must decide: Will she destroy the mate who betrayed her,or risk everything for the one who might truly see her? Because love is cruel. And fate? Even crueler.

My wife's soul mate had Rh negative blood just like me. In order to make my wife happy, he donated his bone marrow to me then committed suicide. I was put on the blame for his death. Everyone blamed me for killing him. My wife who received his suicide note went crazy. She started to draw blood from my body. She was extremely cruel. "You owe that to me. He would not have died if not because of you. I am only returning to him something that did not belong to you." When the soul mate reappeared, my wife started looking for me like crazy. She did not know that I had died for losing too much blood.

I was the stand-in who looked most like my husband's first love. He put me through countless plastic surgeries, both major and minor ones, until I became her exact likeness. But then, she came back from the dead. All it took was her saying, "I don't like anyone looking like me," and he sent me right back to the operating table once more. I begged him, telling him that my body couldn't handle it anymore. Alas, he only looked at me with irritation. "Seeing that cheap imitation of her face just disgusts me," he sneered. "No matter how close you come, you'll never be her." In the end, I died on that operating table. Yet, he went mad, trying desperately to recall what I once looked like.