He divorced me on live television. In front of eleven million people, my husband of six years announced our marriage was over — then introduced the woman he'd chosen instead. I sat in Row D, seat twelve, exactly where he'd placed me. I walked out without a word. That night, I met Callum Voss. Cold. Ruthless. The one man my ex-husband feared more than any other. He'd watched the broadcast. He knew who I was. And he had a proposition: marry him — that same night — and help him dismantle everything Derek Cole had built. I should have said no. Then I found my late father's files. Evidence that my marriage had never been what I believed. That the man I loved had used my family's name, buried a woman's career to protect his own, and planned my public humiliation weeks in advance. So I signed the contract. Twelve months. Two signatures. A divorce met with revenge. Callum and I had rules — no feelings, no complications, nothing real. But somewhere between the strategy sessions and the silences, the rules stopped holding. Now the contract is expired. Derek's world has collapsed. And Callum is standing in front of me with nothing to offer except the one thing neither of us planned for. This is not the story of how I survived my divorce. It is the story of what I became because of it.

Serena Jenner toiled her whole life, only to stumble upon a shattering truth on her deathbed the child she had raised with all her heart was her husband’s secret offspring with her best friend. She had merely been the cannon-fodder cash cow in a period drama, raising the white-lotus heroine’s brats and squeezed dry of every last drop of value. Reborn in a single heartbeat, she wakes up on her wedding night. The scumbag, as always, claims he has to leave and abandons her to an empty room. Serena lets out a cold laugh, sweeps every cent of the family fortune into her bags, and slips straight into the house of his childhood friend. Ethan Gallagher is a famously stone-faced officer hard-muscled, tight-lipped, and allergic to women. When he wakes to find a pampered capitalist heiress curled beside him, his face turns livid, every instinct rebelling. “I won’t take responsibility, and I’ll never fall for you. From now on, we live separate lives.” He resolves to keep his distance from this delicate flower who can’t lift a finger separate beds, separate paths, no crossing the line. Serena is stunned. In her last life, the scumbag died young; she staggered through storm-tossed years, and every time it was Ethan who silently shielded her. She had assumed it was for her late husband’s sake until years later, eyes red, he knelt and confessed he had loved her for more than twenty years. By the timeline, he’d fallen for her before her first marriage. Now that she was finally his, shouldn’t he be over the moon. Why the disgust, the refusal to share a bed. Later, the cold officer falls completely, his clinginess unmatched. Once standoffish, now he won’t leave the bed won’t even let her out of it and gifts her triplets in one go. Ethan is ordered to the front; years pass in wind and frost. When he finally returns, three jade-carved children block the doorway, eyes wary. In chorus, the triplets snarl, “Don’t you dare go near our mom! Who are you? Planning to be her sneaky lover?” The iron-blooded warrior Ethan: “…” His own sons can’t hit, can’t scold he can only swallow his pride and coax them into calling him Dad.

Serena Whitmore opened her eyes to find herself trans inside a novel—right after her real body had been declared brain-dead. She was now the stepmother of five future villains, and her brand-new husband had died on the battlefield almost as soon as the wedding ended. The five kids who would one day implode into blackened, plot-derailing disasters were still pitiful little things: hungry, cold, homeless. A “Villain-Correction System” shackled itself to her. Mission: farm, raise the cubs, give them a warm childhood so they’d grow up straight and bright and never break the storyline again. Just when everything was running smoothly, the system informed her that a father figure was essential to the villains’ healthy growth curve. While Serena Whitmore stared at that problem in despair, a tall, lean, devastatingly handsome man showed up at the gate. “Wife, I’m their dad.” The guy who’d supposedly collected his death-coupon in chapter one was suddenly alive—turned loyal-dog-slash-big-bad-wolf whose only hobbies were spoiling his wife and competing with his own children for her attention. Shameless man: “That’s my wife. If you want one go find your own.” Little radish-tops: “That’s our mama!” Man: “Not blood-related—doesn’t count.” Reading Notes Main tag: farming + child-rearing; daily chores and firewood-oil-salt-rice. Will NOT turn into palace-or-harem intrigue! Not happening! ML type: traditional loyal foodie on the outside, sly fox inside; career goal = spoil wife. Note: 1v1 double-clean!! (Kids are NOT related by blood!)

【Sweet Little Dumpling + Group Doting + Sugar-coated Romance + Mysticism + Lighthearted + Alternate Universe】The youngest daughter of the Su family has returned after being missing for three years! Eldest Brother Su: "Here’s a black card, little sis. Spend as you like!" Second Brother Su: "Who dares slander my sister? Take this lawsuit!" Third Brother Su: "Sweetheart, let’s go shooting. I’ll teach you." Fourth Brother Su: "What do you want to draw, Stella? I’ll guide you." Fifth Brother Su: "With me around, Stella won’t ever fall sick." Sixth Brother Su: "Craving something? Name it, and I’ll get it for you." Seventh Brother Su: "Stella, let’s play video games together. Forget about them, okay?" Other Brothers: "...You’re shameless." Stella Campbell was baffled. Her master had sent her down the mountain to help her brothers break their curses, but just by being near them, their luck seemed to be improving on its own? Mr. and Mrs. Su: "Our precious, come here—Mom and Dad need a hug!" Influential Figures: "Little Oracle, please grant us your wisdom!" Three-and-a-half-year-old Stella Campbell, clad in a tiny Taoist robe, clutched a miniature horsetail whisk in one hand and a milk bottle around her neck, her chubby cheeks puffing as she adjusted the small bundle on her back. "Don’t panic! With Stella here, nothing bad will happen!" "Wait—let me watch one episode of *JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure* first. Be right there!"

Abandoned, abused, and betrayed, Emily Parker met her tragic end in the fourth year of the apocalypse. But fate granted her a second chance—she awoke two months before the catastrophe began, now bound to a Gold-Devouring Supermarket System. With enough gold, she could unlock the supermarket's vast sections, gaining access to endless supplies. Typhoons… torrential rains… insect swarms… extreme cold… scorching heat… viruses… earthquakes… acid rain… eternal night… The apocalypse descended. While stockpiling supplies, Emily steadily unlocked the supermarket's zones, never worrying about resources again. Until… Her deadbeat father, who had once abandoned her, oozed false sweetness: "Sweetheart, you've suffered so much. Hand over your food—I'll keep it safe for you." The relatives who had abused her shamelessly demanded: "Emily, we're family. We should share everything!" The backstabbing best friend and toxic ex-boyfriend groveled: "Emily, please… just a sip of water…" To them, Emily—now living in comfort—responded with icy indifference: "Why don't you decide… who dies first?" Years into the apocalypse, Emily had witnessed every shade of human cruelty. But then, someone braved the storm to take her cold hand, their gaze tender yet resolute: "Emily… we've made it to the light."

The youngest daughter of the Tang family, Lydia Bell, went missing unexpectedly, prompting her seven brothers to venture into different fields with one singular purpose—to find their sister. Following her master's instructions, Lydia Bell waited at the back of the mountain, hoping her brothers would come to take her home. When she spotted Sebastian Bell, she greeted him sweetly, "Hello, brother. I'm your little sister." At first, Sebastian was skeptical, but soon he melted, cooing, "Sweetheart, look at me! I'm your seventh brother!" The workaholic eldest brother halted an important meeting and rushed home, barking at the others, "Move aside! You're blocking my view of our sister!" The second brother, a research-obsessed university professor, declared, "I'm opening a kindergarten. I want to take my sister to and from school every day." Meanwhile, the third brother, a star athlete, announced without hesitation, "I'm retiring! I'm going home to be with my sister!"

Autumn Crawford transmigrated straight into the body of a capitalist heiress in the seventies—only to find her life already on the chopping block. Her reborn cousin was leading a mob to raid her house, denounce her parents, and wait to inherit her property, ancestral assets, and fiancé. The newly-arrived Autumn Crawford: She neatly bled her scumbag fiancé dry of cash and ration tickets, annulled the engagement at lightning speed, then bundled the cousin and the scumbag’s whole family off to the Great Northwest in one neat package. Binding the ancestral space, she emptied the family fortune, grabbed her little sister, and headed straight for the place where her parents had been sent down—reconstruction support starts with me. Human traffickers want to kidnap her? One punch each, plus a silk banner of thanks. Enemy agents stirring up sabotage? Her kicks are sharp; medals and commendations follow. Only… this particular spy case seems to run deeper than expected. And that broad-shouldered, long-legged hunk who keeps hovering around her—his moves are suspiciously slick. Autumn Crawford (on high alert): This has to be the enemy’s “sugar-coated bullet!” She (rubbing hands): …Still, the sugar is undeniably sweet.

A young boy from a humble bloodline, occasionally inherited from a world-shocking family. Once he woke up, he ascended to the Ninth Heaven. He cultivated the Nine Stars Divine Dragon Technique, condensing dragon vein, forming the Overlord Body. He competed with the prodigies of all the clans, overwhelming all fields, and shocking the Ninth Heaven.

[Scumbag Burned at the Stake + Married First, Love Later + No Forgiveness] Aria Whitmore had been Mrs. Cedric Ashford for two years and walked away with nothing— except a marriage certificate Turns out, even that scrap of paper was fake She’d slaved to build his future while he treated her like a disposable tool Since he never treasured her, don’t blame her for taking everything back. Cedric Ashford always believed Aria was wrapped around his finger; once he wrung the last drop of use from her, he’d toss her a concubine’s title as charity The moment he thought victory was locked, word swept the capital: the bride in the city’s grandest wedding was—Aria Whitmore The long-lost sole heir the Marshal’s mansion had just welcomed home? Also Aria Whitmore. Only then did panic hit him; he scrambled to beg her to stay But Aria no longer cared. With power in her hands and gold in her coffers, why prop up a man who displeased her Besides, the husband she just married is drop-dead gorgeous—and fights tooth and nail to keep her.

At the peak of her career, top-tier actress Shi Moran vanished without a trace, only to reappear a year later making headlines with a high-profile childbirth! The entire nation was in an uproar! This actress, known as the purest in the entertainment industry, became a mother? Netizens speculated wildly about the identity of the child's father, and suddenly, the empire's most distinguished man appeared on a live stream. Shi Moran vehemently denied, "It's a misunderstanding, it's not what everyone thinks..." The next day, news of Young Master Li moving the Civil Affairs Bureau to his home caused a nationwide sensation! Everyone knew Li Junhan as the proud, cold-hearted man who was indifferent to women, believing that Shi Moran had used manipulative means to climb up and would inevitably face a downfall. Little did they know, Young Master Li was a doting father by day and vying for affection by night. At night, just after Shi Moran finished nursing the baby, she was pulled into an embrace, a deep, sexy voice whispering in her ear, "Baby, I'm hungry too." [Super Sweet + Indulgent + Feel-Good + Child Rearing Daily Life + Mutual Flirting + Group Spoiling + Doting Daddy CEO + Adorable Baby] Completed

In her previous life, Wendy Hartwell married the soldier Nathan Morrison in her cousin’s place; over the years they barely saw each other. After word came that her husband had died, her mother-in-law heartlessly threw her out. She wandered destitute with her three sons, only to be trafficked to the northwest, where her boys met tragic ends. Reborn, Wendy Hartwell storms back with her three little sons in tow: She reclaims the pension, splits the family without hesitation, sets up her own household—no one will ever control her again. Gritting her teeth, she fights her way up, raising all three sons into pillars of the nation. Just as life is turning bright, her husband Nathan Morrison, “dead for three years,” walks through the door—alive—and lays a box brimming with medals at her feet. Having survived countless brushes with death, Nathan had expected his wife to have remarried and the children scattered. Instead he finds her guarding their home, having raised the boys into fine young men; even the youngest has grown tall. The battle-hardened soldier stares, stunned, at the beautiful, fierce woman who doesn’t hesitate to draw a blade when threatened—his heart pounds uncontrollably. From that day on, the iron-blooded war veteran becomes a hopeless wife-devotee, spoiling his family to the heavens.

Cast out overnight and mocked as a fraud, Emma fled to the countryside, only to uncover a world she never expected. Her grandmother, a hidden tycoon, commanded wealth beyond imagination, while her long-lost parents were revealed as national researchers. Before she could process it all, Edward—a ruthless figure from the capital—cornered her with an unyielding demand: "Marry me, and the world is yours." When her adoptive family crawled back, begging forgiveness, Emma’s icy glare was her only reply. "Leave."

Vivian Ryder had been married into the Allen family for five years—giving her heart, her lungs, and every ounce of strength. Every penny her husband earned hauling freight was handed over to her mother-in-law without a cent missing. Who could have guessed that her scheming fifth sister-in-law would trick her out of the space-necklace she’d hidden away, then turn around and wipe both her and her husband off the map? Her husband died in agony; she and her unborn child perished together. Even their little girl was sold deep into the mountains and died miserably. Reborn with a sea of hatred, Vivian Ryder finally realized: she was nothing more than a short-lived cannon-fodder side character in a period novel whose sole purpose was to hand the heroine a golden finger! In this new life, fury burned in her veins—she would never walk the same road again. Those in-laws who’d sucked her dry and treated her like dirt still wanted to squeeze her? Not a chance. She clenched the space-necklace she’d reclaimed, shielded her husband, spoiled her daughter, shredded the white-lotus sister-in-law, and blasted the monster-in-law. Since they refused to see her as family, she’d make them taste the pain of losing what they’d once possessed. Without her husband’s life-risking labor, let’s see how the Allen household collapses into chaos and poverty! This time, she won’t be the tragic supporting woman—she’ll lead her family to riches and bliss, repaying last life’s torment a hundredfold!

I died the day before my husband's wedding to his new lover. After six years of marriage, he claimed he was bored and turned to a younger, fresher girl. While I battled cancer, he couldn't even spare me a glance. On the day of my death, I couldn’t resist making one last call to him, my voice trembling with desperation: "Ethan... I'm dying. Could you... come see me?" He hung up without a second thought. "Tell me when you're actually dead." The next day, the hearse carrying my body passed his wedding procession on the street. The man who once hated me most threw everything aside—abandoning his bride, sprinting toward me like a madman... Regret? Too late. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to three years earlier. This time, I decided to let go—to walk away from Ethan Thompson's life for good. But then... *he* lost his mind.

After three years of marriage, Natalie Weston still hadn't conceived. To provoke her husband, she put on a show and taunted him, "You're not up to par in bed—the experience is terrible. I'm trading you in for someone else!" The man narrowed his eyes. "Who?" "Someone with real stamina!" And so, the man proceeded to "demonstrate his abilities," giving her a whole new appreciation for his endurance. But before she could get pregnant, she was blindsided by divorce papers. He said coldly, "The mother of my child could be anyone." Heartbroken, Natalie left. Six years later, she made a grand return with a pair of adorable twins in tow—and the moment she stepped back into the spotlight, her hidden identities came crashing down: heir to the Divine Physicians' legacy, top-tier archaeology expert, genius gem appraiser, the true heiress to a billionaire fortune… She stunned the world! Meanwhile, the ruthless CEO who once claimed "anyone would do" was exposed—rumored to be infertile. But when she announced plans to remarry and take the children with her, the man finally snapped. Pinning her in a corner, his eyes red and voice hoarse with desperation, he whispered, "Ningning, I was wrong… The mother of my child can only be you."

(End of the World + Rebirth + Space + Hoarding + Pets + Slice of Life) Surviving the apocalypse is a test of the fittest. Typhoons, floods, extreme cold and heat, earthquakes, tsunamis, insect plagues, acid rain... Jiang Ning, who struggled to survive for three years in the apocalypse, only to meet an unfortunate end, was reborn three days before doomsday. She seized the opportunity to reclaim space and commenced a spree of crazy hoarding. Buy, buy, buy, hoard, hoard, hoard, and find the dog that saved her life in her previous existence. Sharpen her knives, stockpile her food, and one by one, deal with the jerks and bitches. Revenge is best served cold, as well as dutifully returning kindnesses. When the apocalyptic disasters arrive, she would grit her teeth, knife in her right, stroking her dog with her left, bravely riding the waves amidst the moral decay of this post-apocalyptic world!

The crippled prince had become a commoner, but he had married a stunning beauty. His wife was a genius in martial arts and was high above others; he was a loser who had been humiliated. After accidentally awakening the spirit of a Divine King, his fate was reversed and he rose to power. From then on, he would crush those who humiliated him and conquer the peerless beauty! Geniuses, in front of me, are all good-for-nothings! Kings are like ants under my feet! I'm the God Slaying King with a single stroke of the Heaven-breaking Sword!

In her last life, her vicious husband and venomous mother-in-law joined forces to bring her to a wretched death. For three whole days, no one came to claim her body. Three days later, Benedict Crawford—the heir rumored to be richer than nations—traveled thousands of miles to this remote border town. The breathtakingly handsome man, eyes blood-red, clutched her bones in a fierce embrace and buried her with a fortune in gold. Nora Bridges opened her eyes again to find herself seventeen once more. This time, she refuses to obey her backward parents and marry the scum who destroyed her last life. This time, when she meets that same striking, noble, and devoted man—Benedict Crawford—Nora Bridges has only one thought: she will marry him and give him children! And Mr. Crawford has a single life goal: to cherish and protect Nora Bridges forever.

【Marriage First, Love Later + Sweet Pampering + Both Virgins + Age Gap + Veteran】 The night before she was supposed to get her marriage certificate, Rachel Caldwell caught her fiancé in bed with her own sister and uncovered her uncle’s plot to steal her inheritance. She and her best friend pulled off a lightning-quick marriage, snatched back her legacy, trashed the scumbag, and tore her relatives to shreds. With the fortune secured and every rat crushed, she was ready for a clean slate. Step one: file for divorce the moment she reached shore. “Big Bro, whenever you’re free, let’s swing by the Civil Affairs Bureau and get divorced.” “No time.” “Please, big bro! The two-month deadline is up. Take whatever share of the inheritance you want—just let’s end this.” “The Whitmore Clan has a rule: no divorces.” “That can’t be right! The very night we got our certificates you wanted a divorce. You can’t flip-flop like this.” “Then we’ll postpone it indefinitely.” Yale Whitmore studied his little wife. Back then, to delay the divorce, she’d used every trick to climb into his bed. He’d given her exactly what she wished for—now she thought she could run? Not a chance. “Big Bro, what will it take for you to sign?” “Fulfill my lifelong wish.” “Name it. Money, power—whatever. I can give you anything.” She was rich and connected now; one man couldn’t be that hard to handle. “Give me a son and a daughter, share three meals a day, watch the turn of every season, and spend a hundred years together.” That was all he wanted—simple as that.

Introduction: No matter how powerful you are, no matter how wealthy you can be to rival a nation, do not flaunt your arrogance in front of me. I am Ye Qiu, capable of saving your life, as well as claiming it!