I Failed His Loyalty Test

My husband said I was too conservative. He said he felt no physical desire for me. The very next day, he sent me to a Perfect Wife Training Program. He said I needed to “free my nature” and learn how to serve a man. I was stripped naked and put on display. “A wife who doesn’t know how to please her husband?” “Your husband paid a fortune to send you here. We’ll make sure he gets his money’s worth.” On the day they announced my “final inspection,” my husband watched as I performed for different men. He completely lost control. I licked the scars on my own body and smiled sweetly. “Honey, thanks to your careful guidance, I’ve finally become a qualified wife.” “The men I served were in heaven.” “Do you like me now?” He pulled me into his arms and broke down, sobbing.

My husband sent our five-year-old twins to hell, all because they dared to upset his precious first love. The men from the "behavior correction camp" burst into our home and dragged our sobbing girls away. Their tiny hands clung to the car door, crying and screaming for their daddy. Kathleen and I found them the next day. My girls, lifeless and bruised. Their breaths stilled forever. Meanwhile, my husband was on Instagram, celebrating the pregnancy of his beloved.

On Lucas's thirtieth birthday, the elaborate surprise Elena had carefully prepared for him devolved into a fatal catastrophe that cost her her unborn child.This was far from her first ordeal of the so-called "loyalty tests". The relentless scheming of Natalie, Lucas's childhood sweetheart, and his repeated indulgence, left her battered and scarred by endless harm inflicted in the name of love, with her family completely ruined.It was only when she leaped from a tall building that Lucas finally saw through all the lies. But with the truth and his remorse coming far too late, is there really any chance left for him to make amends?

This is a classic, highly satisfying emotional drama featuring a “toxic husband’s desperate groveling” and a “sober, independent female lead.” On their ninth wedding anniversary, Evelyn discovers her husband, Jack, having an affair with his pregnant secretary, Natalie. Showing no remorse, Jack smashes a wine glass on Evelyn’s head, forces her to kneel in apology to the mistress, and ruthlessly orders 800ml of Evelyn’s blood drawn to treat Natalie, completely ignoring Evelyn’s severe heart condition. Nine years of humble devotion result only in endless humiliation and the heartbreaking sight of Jack abandoning her in a blazing fire to save his mistress. Barely surviving the ordeal, Evelyn’s love completely dies. She leaves behind a signed divorce agreement and the family heirloom, cuts all ties, and escapes to London to start anew. It is only when he completely loses his endlessly forgiving wife that the arrogant CEO finally panics. Jack searches the globe frantically, only to despairingly find Evelyn in London, smiling brighter than ever in the arms of another man, Noah. Driven to madness to win her back, Jack tattoos Evelyn’s symbol on his chest, ruthlessly forces his mistress to abort the baby, and crashes Evelyn’s grand wedding. He kneels on the red carpet sobbing like a stray dog, even stabbing a knife into his own chest to “prove his true heart.” However, belated love is cheaper than dirt. Unmoved by his extreme emotional manipulation and collapse, Evelyn turns away without a second glance, driving off to her honeymoon with Noah—the man who truly cherishes her. Leaving behind nine years of trauma and humiliation, her brilliant new life as an empowered woman has just begun.

On New Year’s Eve Eve, I took two men to the Los Angeles Marriage License Bureau. I held a divorce paper from my current husband and a remarriage application with my ex. The two men fought over me, yet they never truly saw me. I once loved them with all my heart, but now I have no strength left to love. I am dying. For me, it makes no difference who I marry in the end.

I married into the Harper family together with my best friend. Me to the the older brother, the fire captain, and her the younger brother, a famous surgeon. On our wedding anniversary, I found myself trapped, locked in a room by my husband's first love. Then, chaos erupted upstairs. Flames tore through the house. Seven months pregnant, I was alone, trapped, with no one coming to save me. Smoke choked me, searing my lungs, making every breath a struggle. Trembling, I dialed my husband, praying for help. His voice, impatient and cold, cut through the panic: "Stop making a scene. False alarms are a crime! Megan’s cat is in danger too! I gotta go save an actual life!" In the end, it was my best friend, Leah, who smashed open the door and saved me. Leah, frantic, called her husband, begging him to come over and treat me. But only icy indifference came from the other end. "Megan's cat injured its tail. As a doctor, I have a responsibility to treat it. Leah, can't you two be more gracious? Stop making a fuss over us doing our jobs and have some respect for yourselves." That day, I lost my child. Watching the doctor carry out what had been my baby, fully formed, I felt my soul shatter. "Leah, I want a divorce." Leah hugged me tightly. "If you get a divorce, I'll leave too. Those two pieces of human garbage aren't worth a drop of our tears.” That night, the Harper brothers received the divorce agreements, and panic set in.

When her husband ignored her desperate 911 calls to rescue his "first love's cat," Ella lost everything—her baby, her home, and her will to fight. While he played hero saving a kitten, she was trapped in a burning building, miscarrying alone. Now divorced and free, karma comes for the cheaters in ways no one saw coming. Sometimes the best revenge is watching their perfect world burn without you.

Elizabeth is shattered to find her fiancé Alexander, who was declared dead in a car crash five years prior, alive and pretending to have amnesia—all while indulging in a passionate affair with her stepsister Marjorie. She soon reveals the truth: she had long known Alexander faked his death to escape their relationship, having seen his video confession years ago. When Elizabeth shows a priceless ring and claims to be married to Alexander’s powerful uncle, Wall Street tycoon Arthur Carter, everyon

One week before her wedding, Ivy overhears her fiancé Liam planning a secret trip to Iceland with his childhood friend Maya. Heartbroken by his betrayal and lies, she stages her own disappearance on the wedding day, exposes their affair publicly, and starts a new life under a new identity—leaving Liam and Maya destroyed by guilt and scandal.

The day before our wedding, my fiancé, Alexander Carter, died in a horrific car accident. Everyone thought I would collapse, that I would lose my mind with grief. But I didn’t. I neither cried nor made a scene. Five years later, in a top-tier luxury hotel in Manhattan, that man “came back from the dead.” He was openly fucking my stepsister, Marjorie. Shirtless and brazen, he pinned her against a chaise longue in the middle of an open party, forcing her legs apart and driving into her without restraint. Her shrill moans cut through the room. A heap of used condoms on the floor made it clear they’d been at it for a long time. When he noticed me standing alone, he didn’t stop. He thrust harder, drawing even louder cries from her, then looked at me with a smug smile. “So you’re my fiancée?” he said arrogantly. “You waited five years for me?” He sneered. “How desperate can you be? That kind of obsession is creepy. Still, since you love me so much, I’ll be generous. I can keep you as my mistress. But the title of Mrs. Carter belongs to Marjorie. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are hers. Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, I’ll come to you. Be grateful.” I smiled. “You’ve mistaken me for someone else.” What Alexander didn’t know was that the night of his car accident, I received a video. What he didn’t know was that while he and Marjorie spent five carefree years in Europe, I had already married—and had a four-year-old daughter. And my husband was his uncle, the true power behind the Carter family.

Ashamed of his market-selling wife, Shannon, Barrett divorces her for money and ambition. After inheriting a vast fortune, Shannon unexpectedly becomes CEO of Paxwell Group. When Barrett later seeks a partnership with the company, she gives him a chance until the board reveals her true identity, leaving him utterly stunned.

My husband left our five-year-old twins to die, all because they dared upset his precious first love. The men from the "behavior correction camp" burst into our home and dragged our sobbing girls away. Their tiny hands clung to the car door, crying and screaming for their daddy. Kathleen and I found them the next day. My girls, lifeless and bruised. Their breaths stilled forever. Meanwhile, my husband was on Instagram, celebrating the pregnancy of his beloved.