She had been married for three years, and he never touched her. His heart belonged to someone else—her sister, the real beloved one. She once dreamed of warming his cold heart, but at a yacht party, he made her please another man with her body. After that, she shut herself off from desire, hating any touch from men, and insisted on a divorce. Her fashion designs won the world’s top awards, and she stood at the peak, receiving everyone’s admiration. He knelt before her, begging for forgiveness. “Please, give me another chance. I’ve only ever loved you, never anyone else.” Carefully holding her slender waist, her new husband guided her step by step, eyes never leaving hers. “Slow down, my love. Don’t strain the baby.”

Three years of marriage, and he barely touched her. She believed she could melt his cold heart, lowering herself just to win his favor. But one day, a phone call revealed the truth: his heart belonged only to his sister. She was nothing but a tool. She tried to numb herself, to pretend none of it mattered, yet time and again, he chose her sister over her. She became the town’s joke. When her sister sent photos of them together, claiming she was pregnant, the final illusion shattered. She finally faced reality and asked for a divorce. After all, their marriage had only ever been a contract. Freed from him, she poured herself into ceramics, rising as a new star in the art world. For the first time, the once cold and distant man faltered: “Come back. I’ll sign a new contract with you—even for life.”

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.”

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.

For five long years, she loved him devotedly—donating her bone marrow, even suffering a broken leg for his sake. All she got in return was a cold divorce paper. She was forced to give blood, pushed down the stairs by her own relatives. Her life’s research achievement was casually given away, while she was framed for plagiarism and ruined completely. The moment she signed the divorce papers and joined a top research institute, the man who once treated her like dirt fell apart. He knelt in the rain begging for forgiveness, only to meet her icy indifference. Her cruel family finally realized the abandoned daughter they discarded had risen to heights they could never reach. She said calmly: *I’m not back. I’m here to make you all regret it.*

For three years, everyone knew he never loved his wife. To the outside world, she was nothing but a joke — the woman hopelessly chasing a man who would never love her back. Then his first love returned. And somehow, the obsession she had carried for years finally shattered overnight. One divorce agreement later, he lost his mind. “Move aside,” she said lazily, eyes fixed on the handsome younger man across the room. “You’re blocking my view.” His eyes instantly turned red. “You’d rather look at that man than me?” he demanded bitterly. “I have abs. He doesn’t! And I’m better-looking too!” She nearly rolled her eyes into another dimension. Where did this clingy drama queen even come from? Somebody get him out of here.

He raised her, gave her everything she ever wanted, and made her believe it was love. After two years of marriage, she finally saw the truth: she was nothing more than a beloved pet to him, while he had been her entire world. When his long-lost first love returned, she asked for a divorce. He only sneered, “Can a cat raised by its master ever truly leave?” She left anyway, and never looked back. Living brilliantly on her own, she was proposed to every day. But he lost his mind. Cornering her, his dark eyes burning with raw longing, he begged, “Come back to me.” She smiled faintly. “We walk different paths. Don’t block my happiness.” He clamped his arms around her waist, eyes red with desperation. “I’ll ask you every single day. Marry me again.”

"Let’s get a divorce. The one I love is back. It’s time you returned the place you’ve taken for three years." Faced with his coldness, she finally realized her years of devotion had been wasted. Heartbroken, she disappeared from his life and built a highly successful career. Watching his ex-wife shine on screen, the powerful tycoon was overcome with regret. He cornered her and growled, "You stole something from me and ran away." Nervous, she asked, "What did I steal?" "My heart," he gritted out. "You took my heart with you when you left." She sighed in relief, terrified he had meant the child.

Rebirth and Unexpected Love After being betrayed and meeting a tragic end in her past life, the heroine finds herself reborn on the day before her wedding to the deceitful man. On her first day back, she decisively breaks off the engagement and marries her former rival instead. Initially, she believes this marriage is one of convenience, but to her surprise, her new husband has been secretly infatuated with her all along. Post-marriage, she finds herself showered with his unwavering affection and care.

Everyone in the capital knew she loved him deeply, willing to do anything and humble herself to the dust for him. Yet he never loved her back — he humiliated her and used every means to divorce her. On the day they parted, everyone thought he was finally free, and he believed so too. Until he saw her laughing brightly in another man’s arms. His eyes turned bloodshot in an instant. For the first time, he tasted bitter regret. Later, witnesses saw the once-arrogant tycoon kneel before her, clutching her hand with red, desperate eyes, begging her just to look at him again.