Chapter 3 No.3

Betrayed by her ex, Camila woke bound and dumped on a cursed ship, bloodied and shaken. Dylan cut through the gloom like a flare on open water. "If you want to live, come with me," he said. Gritting her teeth, she forced her body to move and stayed at his heels. After that night, she hovered at his side like a shadow. Trouble erupted when her ex's memory snapped back and obsession followed. That day, Dylan, normally cool, shattered a priceless antique, seized her waist, and kissed her hard. "Forget him. Whatever you want is yours." She challenged him. "Even your life?" He rasped, "Then it's yours."

Isabelle's love for Kolton held flawless for fifteen years-until the day she delivered their children and slipped into a coma. He leaned to her ear and whispered, "Don't wake up. You're worthless to me now." The twins later clutched another woman's hand and chirped, "Mommy," splintering Isabelle's heart. She woke, filed for divorce, and disappeared. Only then did Kolton notice her fingerprints on every habit. They met again: she emerged as the lead medical specialist, radiant and unmoved. But at her engagement gala, she leapt into a tycoon's arms. Jealous, he crushed a glass, blood wetting his palm. He believed as soon as he made a move, Isabelle would return to him. After all, she had loved him deeply.

A tragic accident left Clara orphaned. Taken in by the Curtis family, she grew up pampered by Declan, their powerful head, mistaking his indulgence for love. That illusion shattered two years ago at her lavish birthday, when a drunken kiss earned her a slap and harsh words. "Who do you think you are?" Only then did Clara realize she was nothing more than a treasured pet, not a beloved woman. When she was diagnosed with terminal cancer, Declan flaunted his affair and forced her to date. The day she left for good, he finally snapped, "You want to leave? I don't agree!"

Her ex-husband declared, "The person I admired most was that legendary racer." She smiled thinly. "Hate to break it to you-that was me." He said, "Jealous I blew a fortune on a world-famous jeweler for Violet?" She let out a cool laugh. "Funny, that designer trained under me." He scoffed, "Buying a dying firm won't put you in my league. Snap out of it." She shrugged. "Weird-I just steered your company off a cliff." Stunned, he blurted out, "Baby, come back. I'll love you forever." She wrinkled her nose. "Hard pass. Keep your cheap love." Then she took a mogul's arm and never looked back.

Three years into marriage, Brett's past love returned from overseas. Without warning, Caylee received divorce papers. "I've treated you fairly, Caylee. You're too cruel to stay as my wife. Please leave," Brett said. She signed the papers and walked away, knowing her debt for Brett's help was already paid. After that, she entered high society and amazed everyone with her hidden identity. Months later, Brett called in tears, only to hear wedding music. A man replied, "My wife's pregnant. Just move on." Then Caylee's gentle voice came through. "Honey, the wedding is starting. Who is that?" He kissed her. "Just a wrong number."

A year into the marriage, Thea rushed home with radiant happiness-she was pregnant. Jerred barely glanced up. "She's back." The woman he'd never let go had returned, and he forgot he was a husband, spending every night at her hospital bed. Thea forced a smile. "Let's divorce." He snapped, "You're jealous of someone who's dying?" Because the woman was terminal, he excused every jab and made Thea endure. When love went cold, she left the papers and stormed off. He locked down the city and caught her at the airport, eyes red, dropping to his knees. "Honey, where are you going with our child?"