She never thought the seven-year marriage curse would happen to her. The moment she caught her husband cheating, she made him sign the divorce papers and walked away without looking back. Just as she was ready to rebuild her career, the powerful CEO who stood at the top of the business world entered her life with overwhelming confidence. In an empty conference room, he trapped her between the table and his strong arms, his deep voice filled with temptation. “Miss, before we discuss business, shouldn’t we settle an old debt first?” “What debt?” she asked, her ears turning red. He leaned closer, his breath brushing against her skin. “You saved my life when we were young. I planned to repay that debt…” He placed a contract before her and smiled. “Will you sign this, Miss? I’ll spend my lifetime making you mine.”

In the third year of their marriage, she learned the cruelest truth. Her blindness wasn’t from an accident. He had taken her corneas— and given them to the woman he truly loved. Even their marriage had been planned from the start, all for someone else. The love she once believed in… was nothing but a carefully crafted lie. Her heart went cold. She made her plan—and left without a word. Half a month later, she vanished completely. All she left behind was a signed divorce agreement… and a preserved, unborn child. Her final “gift” to him. He lost his mind searching for her. When he finally found her, she was no longer alone. Eyes red, voice breaking, he begged, “I was wrong… please don’t leave me.” She only looked at him, calm and distant. “I’m not that blind girl who loved you anymore.” Then she slipped her arms around the man beside her. “Someone’s bothering your wife. Aren’t you going to handle it?” The man smiled, leaned down, and kissed her in front of everyone. “Of course. I listen to my wife.”

Juliette Westbrook had admired Maxwell Hawke from the time she was sixteen. The marriage contract their families arranged had given her the perfect reason to set aside her own ambitions and wholeheartedly devote herself to becoming Mrs. Hawke. She had always believed that she could soften Maxwell's cold exterior, that her patience and affection would eventually win him over. But the day she went alone to her prenatal appointment at the hospital, returning home only to discover Maxwell moving his first love into their house "to take care of her," Juliette finally saw the truth: no matter how tightly she clung to him, she could never warm a heart that had never been hers. Juliette flung the divorce papers onto the table, turned away, and reclaimed her own life. Later, when she swept the top prize at an international piano competition, that once-distant, aristocratic man—who had always seemed out of reach—fell to his knees before the world, begging her to return.

The day his first love returned, he told her, “She doesn’t have much time left. Be gentle with her.” To spare her any regret, he stole the wedding she had meticulously prepared, slipped the diamond ring she had tracked across continents onto the other woman’s finger, and even claimed the wedding dress she had personally designed. He later tried to take over her months-long charity project, ensuring the other woman would reap both fame and fortune. That day, their seven-year-old son tugged on the other woman’s sleeve: “Auntie, can you be my mom? Daddy and I both really like you.” Looking at this “family of three,” she finally let go, signing the divorce papers with a smile and walking away with nothing. Months later, at a grand corporate gala, her ex appeared drunk, clutching their son, eyes red as he knelt before her. “I was wrong… please, come back.” Before she could answer, a tall, commanding man holding a striking young boy stepped forward, wrapping her in his arms. “Please let go of my wife. She was exhausted last night and can’t be pushed any further.”

They had been married four years when her husband betrayed them. He went after his first love like a man chasing a ghost, desperate to rewrite the ending he’d botched in youth. Francesca loved him. She fought for the marriage, pleaded, swallowed her pride, tried to stitch together what he was tearing apart. He only tightened his arm around the other woman and sneered. “Francesca, there isn’t a drop of woman in you. One look at that ice-cold face and I can’t work up the slightest urge.” That was when something in her went quiet for good. No more begging. No more waiting at the door, performing the miracle of dignity on her way out. … When they met again, Julian didn’t recognize his ex-wife. Gone was the armor of the corporate warrior. Francesca had set it aside like a costume after the curtain call. She moved with a softness now, a warmth that lit rooms without announcing itself. Men with empires to their names fell over themselves to win her attention. Even Sebastian—the one man everyone called the most powerful in the city—had smiled only for her, his Fran. Julian lost his mind. Night after night he stood guard outside her door, pressing checks into her palm, sending diamonds in velvet boxes, trying, in his clumsy, extravagant way, to hand her his heart still beating. People began to ask what connected Francesca and Julian Hale. She only smiled, light as a breeze, unbothered and amused. “Mr. Hale?” she said. “Just a book I once read at my bedside. I turned the last page and put it away.”

My mother was in the final stages of cancer. Her last wish was to see me marry him, to leave this world with peace in her heart. After countless pleas, he agreed to hold the wedding—for her sake. But on the wedding day, the groom never showed. I called him over and over, only to be met with silence. I became the laughingstock of the ceremony, and my mother, furious and heartbroken, coughed up blood and passed away with regrets. I buried myself in her funeral, too overwhelmed to chase the truth about where he had gone. The next day, a friend sent me a screenshot from social media. There he was—my husband—holding another woman, smiling down at her like she was the center of his world.

Three years into her marriage, she finally realized her husband’s heart was never truly hers. On the night of a family tragedy, he even took a blow meant for the woman he truly loved. Quiet and dutiful, she endured humiliation and neglect without a word, quietly securing a divorce and moving on with her life. She developed a groundbreaking cancer treatment, earning global recognition and respect. Just as she prepared to marry another, the husband she once trusted appeared, eyes blazing red, begging for forgiveness: “I was wrong… please, just look back at me.” Unmoved, she stepped back. At that moment, the city’s most eligible heir reached for her waist, his voice firm and commanding: “Sorry… she’s marrying me.”

In her past life, he loathed her, yet married her for her family’s wealth. For twenty years, she sacrificed everything—her studies, her freedom, even raised their children—to build his empire. He repaid her by chasing his first love, locking her away and letting their children perish. Reborn on the eve of college entrance exams, she publicly breaks their engagement. He scoffs: “You’ll beg for me on your knees.”She focuses on her studies, earns a top university spot, and transforms into a stunning beauty. His family collapses, his life falls apart, and his first love betrays him. When she gets engaged to his worst enemy, he begs for forgiveness on his knees—only to be met with her cold mockery.

She had two secrets in her marriage. First, the family never accepted her—behind her husband’s back, they tricked him into signing a divorce agreement he didn’t know about. Their marriage was only meant to last seven years. Second… she secretly had a daughter. For seven years, her husband never knew the child existed. She believed that all her devotion could finally warm his heart. But three months before the divorce took effect, she discovered his secret: the woman he truly cherished was someone else entirely. Seven years of giving felt like a cruel joke. Her heart hardened. She decided never to reveal the child. She divorced decisively, taking her daughter and leaving him with nothing—seeing him only as a man who could breathe and nothing more. Years later, she returned from a humiliated housewife to the youngest winner of a prestigious medical award. The man who once ignored her now realizes she has no intention of returning. When her daughter’s existence becomes public, he corners her in front of everyone, teeth gritted: “Divorce? Taking the child? Do you want to kill me?” She smiles faintly, holding her daughter’s hand. “My daughter is not yours.”

Two years of devotion ended with a single, cold request from a cheating ex: “Just let me go.” Heartbroken, she walked away—and on the very day of the divorce, she married a global billionaire. The discarded wife became a top-tier socialite, a housewife turned elite pilot. Her ex, filled with regret, tried to win her back— but the billionaire didn’t hesitate to teach him a lesson… in cash. In an exclusive interview: “People say you married a second-hand woman. What do you think?” “My wife is the world’s youngest and most talented commercial pilot,” he said. “And honestly… I don’t deserve her.” Just then, someone shouted: “Sir, your wife just landed the plane to pick you up!” The billionaire scooped up his daughter and ran, “We’re going to find Mommy!” Twitter announcement that day: Billionaire: The world’s top female pilot. Mine. Wife: The only CEO of a global conglomerate. Mine.