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Victoria Hargrove was a pampered young lady of the twenty-first century, raised in the lap of luxury since childhood. Though her parents were busy with their careers, they always found time to spend with her, and her grandparents from both sides doted on her as their precious treasure. While shopping at a mall with her parents to buy some local specialties for friends before a trip, the lights suddenly went out. Someone pushed her from behind, sending her crashing into a shelf. Her head throbbing with pain, she lost consciousness. When she woke up, she had transmigrated into the 1970s as another Victoria Hargrove—a girl with the same name who was equally cherished by her family. This Victoria Hargrove's family had gone three generations without a daughter until she was born. Her grandparents, parents, and several older brothers had spoiled her rotten since childhood. Fresh out of high school and about to be arranged a job by her family, she was reported for having "politically backward thinking." With no other choice, she was sent down to the countryside as an educated youth. On the train there, she was knocked over and knocked unconscious—and that's when the twenty-first-century Victoria Hargrove took over. When she first woke up, she was utterly confused. After clearing her head for a moment and absorbing the original owner's memories, she breathed a sigh of relief—thank goodness for that spatial pocket dimension; otherwise how would she survive? By chance encounter, she met an incredibly handsome soldier brother and fell in love at first sight. "Soldier brother," she'd declared boldly enough to make anyone blush—"I'll provide for you!" The soldier brother looked at this dazzlingly beautiful woman who could blind onlookers with her radiance. He should have refused—how could any proper woman be so forward? But what came out of his mouth instead was: "Alright." The woman's eyes curved into crescents as she smiled. Love at first sight. Devotion upon second meeting. And third meeting sealed their fate together forevermore.

Pharmaceutical researcher Tiffany Whitmore wakes up as the cannon-fodder foil to her cousin? Original host married a “phoenix man,” poured in everything, and suffered; cousin snagged a commander husband and bathed in luxury! Just as she’s ready to flip the script, the cousin—armed with prophetic dreams—throws a tantrum demanding they swap grooms? Tiffany Whitmore slaps the table and laughs herself silly: “This heaven-sent fortune is mine!” Commander father-in-law on death’s door? She keeps him alive with pure pharmaceutical know-how! Borderlands short on supplies? Her spirit-spring space has more than enough! Ice-cold officer husband? When the craving hits, she bites—then bolts! The cousin who stole the groom is left dumbstruck: The “phoenix man” she snatched turns out to be a deadbeat, becomes the commander’s wife—and the richest woman to boot! Even wilder: the once frosty officer morphs into Tiffany Whitmore’s devoted lapdog?

In my previous life, I was a mere substitute, highlighting Norbert Warrick's deep affection for another woman. In the end, it led to a tragic end with my family shattered and my life in ruins. After being reborn, I felt that letting things go is the most comfortable approach. I ignore everything and just wait for Norbert to propose a divorce. However, the situation took a strange turn. In my previous life, the man who never came home is now coming back every few days? And he's worried that I might cheat on him? "Do you believe that one day in the near future you'll wish I disappeared?" I asked. "Stop dreaming," he replied, "we will torment each other to death." I sighed, as someone who has been reborn, I have the confidence that Norbert is about to meet his destined true love soon. Finally, he met her, and I thought freedom was just a step away from me. He responded softly, "Who said I wanted a divorce?" Not only did he not divorce me, but he also became more attentive to me, even abandoning his supposed true love! You love a ML that grovel? This book is for you!

Evelyn Rivers woke up and found herself in a parallel 1950. The opening hand was practically a royal flush! She was the pampered darling of the richest family south of the Yangtze—parents who doted on her endlessly, gold bars stacked like bricks, and an ancestral jade pendant that unlocked a heaven-defying pocket dimension: a miniature Soviet-style garden above, a vast subterranean warehouse below, able to farm, able to keep anything fresh forever, supplies never spoil! Then Evelyn’s face went white as paper. Good news: money and a cheat space—easy-win setup. Bad news: it’s 1950, and “capitalist class origin” is a one-way ticket to the firing squad. With the political storm on the horizon, history says her whole clan will be shipped to the northwest to drink sand. Evelyn stared at her parents, still leisurely counting cash and obsessing over haute couture, and stomped in place. “Dad, stop counting the gold bars! If we don’t run now, the whole family will be sipping cold wind in the Gobi!” “Mom, quit stockpiling stilettos! Penicillin and coarse cotton cloth—that’s the real hard currency in chaos!” Luckily, her family trusted her completely. Overnight they quietly liquidated their assets, stuffed gold, antiques, scarce medicines, and daily necessities into the space, and slipped away under the radar, heading straight for the northeast to dodge disaster. To secure a safe backer for her family, Evelyn—armed with her past life’s chops as an algorithm engineer—landed a job at the Ice City Machinery Plant. The first time she saw the clunky old Soviet lathes, she blurted, “This tolerance— even a dog would shake its head.” She casually optimized the algorithms, recalibrated the precision parameters, improved the gear meshing, and single-handedly resurrected a yardful of scrap machines, tripling production efficiency. In her spare time she sketched an improved fuze for anti-aircraft guns; the drawing rocketed straight to a national-level expert panel. The specialists gasped in awe: “Young lady, you’re a once-in-a-century industrial prodigy!” The workshop director stared in disbelief: “Where did this down-on-her-luck relative get such god-tier skills?” Only Old Rivers cowered in the corner, tugging frantically at his daughter’s sleeve: “Girl, keep a low profile! Our class label can’t take another stir! Staying alive comes first!” Evelyn spread her hands in resignation and sighed, “Dad, I’d love to keep quiet, but my talent just won’t let me.”

Iris Ashford, the strongest warrior who fought through the apocalypse for ten bloody years, transmigrates back to 1973—a time of crippling scarcity—and becomes the true daughter the Ashford family finally found. She thought her suffering was over, that stability awaited. Instead, she discovers she's merely a cannon-fodder side character destined for a miserable death in some era novel! Her previous life's script was absolute garbage! Her scumbag fiancé Nathan Holloway pines for the white lotus foster daughter, storms in to provoke her at will, and tries to steal her life-bound pearl. Iris Ashford, now awakened with spatial abilities and powers, doesn't indulge him for a second. She kicks him down on the spot and declares with domineering flair: "Scumbags and bitches—none of you are worth a damn!" They think forcing a broken engagement will control her? She agrees without hesitation: "Whoever doesn't break it off is a dog!" Then she empties his family's assets clean, leaves the Holloway household with nothing but bare walls—striking first and striking hard, pure satisfaction! More shocking—the Ashford family's pampered fake daughter is actually reborn. Armed with memories from her past life, she schemes to steal Iris's golden finger and climb over the Ashford family to become richest tycoon. Foreseeing catastrophe for her entire family, Iris Ashford defies fate itself and reverses every tragedy: Solves her parents' political exile crisis. Heals her damaged eldest brother. Protects her nephew from his ill-fated path. Rewrites her sister's brutal death. With Divine Farmer Space and billions in supplies at hand, she decisively relocates her whole family to the countryside for safety. There, using apocalypse-honed skills and modern knowledge alike—treating illnesses, reclaiming wasteland, building wealth—she leads her family from ruin to riches. Every ghost and demon who dares provoke them gets crushed mercilessly; face-slapping comes without mercy. Only that man who initially doubted her gradually loses his heart to her. Declan Hartwell—the most coldly ascetic officer of A-Division 303 Regiment. Poison-tongued. Untouchable. Feared by all. First meeting: amusement flickers in his eyes. Interesting. Second meeting: something stirs. After several encounters: completely undone. Before marriage—proudly aloof, keep your distance. After marriage—instantly transforms into a clingy loyal dog! Kicked out of bed by his wife once? He hugs his pillow pitifully at the door: "Wife... don't make me sleep in the study... I want to sleep with you." [Strongest Apocalypse Queen vs True-Scent Ascetic Officer—mutual pursuit that only gets more addictive!]

Ella Blake spent over twenty years as the adopted daughter of the Landry family. Out of gratitude for the Blake family's kindness, she always obeyed their wishes, using her influence to propel them into the ranks of the elite in the capital, even sacrificing her own husband. But it wasn't until the moment of her death that she realized the Blake family was the true cause of her separation from her loved ones. Awakening and reborn on the day she married into the G estate, in this life, she decisively severed ties with the Blake family and married the man who loved her deeply in her past life. She healed his disabled legs and ensured that the Blake family paid for the suffering she endured in her previous life! After her rebirth, she embarked on a journey of shedding her hidden identities, punishing those who wronged her, doting on her husband, and seeking her true family. As her hidden identities are revealed, it turns out she is an extraordinary healer, the leader of a mysterious organization, and a legendary hacker… But who could tell her that her biological parents are the heads of a prominent family in the capital, and she has a powerful grandfather and seven fiercely protective uncles behind her… Oh my. Her hidden identities just skyrocketed +10086. Rumor has it that Lian's Seventh Master is bloodthirsty, indifferent to women, disabled, and has a short life expectancy. Yet one day, someone saw him, divine-like, holding an umbrella for a young woman, tilting it towards her, his broad shoulders drenched by the rain. He looked at her tenderly and indulgently, smiling gently. "I never believed in the fate of good or evil, but I'm grateful to heaven for showing mercy and bringing her back to me."

Lily Sherwood and Victor Sutton had been an enviably loving couple for forty years, treating each other with respect all their lives. Everyone praised her for marrying well, calling her life complete. It wasn't until she was reborn to the eve of their engagement that she finally woke up. The so-called forty years of devoted marriage had been nothing but her own one-sided wishful thinking and self-delusion from beginning to end! In her previous life, she had married Victor Sutton in grand style, becoming the enviable wife of a diplomat and living a respectable, glamorous life. But in this life, Victor Sutton—also reborn—with malicious intent, secretly swapped the marriage agreement first and turned around to marry her younger sister. Her sister sneered triumphantly: "Sister, Brother Victor should have been mine all along. This lifetime, I'll enjoy all the glory and wealth for you!" Forty years of deep affection and obsession became an enormous joke overnight! To silence public criticism, the Sutton family forcibly pushed Lily Sherwood onto Theodore Vance—a disabled officer rumored to have severely injured legs who would spend most of his life paralyzed in bed. Everyone waited to laugh at her, convinced her life was completely ruined. Theodore Vance, originally bedridden and half-dead upon hearing he'd been forcibly given a different bride, sat up in shock from his deathbed illness on the spot. He abandoned his dejected appearance, immediately ordered top-tier betrothal gifts prepared, and married Lily Sherwood in grand fashion. After marriage, this iron-blooded military young master completely transformed into a gentle loyal dog, giving all his careful favoritism to her. Late at night, Lily Sherwood woke with a start and caught the man leaning over her nearby. She froze in bewilderment: "What are you doing?" Theodore Vance's eyes brimmed with tenderness. His voice low and lingering with emotion he smiled openly: "Doing everything a qualified husband should do." Meanwhile on the other side Victor Sutton who'd successfully married the sister was utterly dumbfounded. His home was chaotic with constant quarrels marital conflicts escalating by the day his career full of obstacles and setbacks at every turn—his days were an absolute mess! In contrast Lily Sherwood whom he'd discarded like worn-out shoes saw her fortune soar after marriage carrying natural husband-boosting luck raised by Theodore Vance's family as their precious pearl living a thriving prosperous life!

Jade Holloway transmigrated into a book, right on time to be forced into a marriage exchange by her family. Her cousin Lana Holloway cried and fussed about wanting to marry Felix Quinn, yet pushed her onto Ethan Mercer, the childless officer everyone feared. Jade Holloway secretly rejoiced: Wasn't this exactly what she wanted? In the book, her previous life had been drained dry by Felix Quinn, then cruelly abandoned once he achieved success. This lifetime, she simply went with the flow, letting that scumbag and his wretched woman have each other. Since the Holloway family was cold-hearted and ungrateful, Jade Holloway directly emptied out the family's private assets. With her space full of supplies, she married Ethan Mercer in grand style and left with him for the military base. Everyone said Ethan Mercer was a cold-faced Yama King who couldn't father children. Until one day, Jade Holloway held up a pregnancy test report, smiling brightly: "Who spread rumors that he's sterile? Then what do you call these twins in my belly?" On the other side, after Lana Holloway married Felix Quinn, her days became a complete mess—ground down by suffering until she bitterly regretted everything. "Jade Holloway, I want to switch back!" By now, Jade Holloway was already a glorious commander's wife. Ethan Mercer held tremendous power and doted on his wife without limits. Jade Holloway gave her a faint glance: "Heaven-sent wealth and genuine love—want to trade back? Dream on."

Lily Hargrove had been the cherished darling of her family since birth. Yet on a sweltering summer day, she was out hoeing fields for her educated-youth sweetheart. One careless moment, a snake bit her. In her delirium, she dreamed—a long dream filled with visions of the future. When she woke, she kicked that hypocritical educated-youth sweetheart to the curb. And went to find that strong, silent man who'd been secretly pining for her all along. In the woods, that taciturn man pinned her against a tree trunk with unexpected dominance: "Let me teach you a lesson today—don't trust men so easily. Especially not men with hot blood running through their veins." After marriage, the man finally threw off all restraint. Lily Hargrove: *whimper* Is it too late to regret this?

For seven years, Rose Bennett was Ryan Knight’s secret wife. While all of New York believed Samantha Hikk would become Mrs. Knight, Rose silently endured a cold marriage to a man who never loved her. Until one night, Samantha is rushed into Rose’s emergency room pregnant… and Ryan is the one protecting her. That is the night Rose stops loving him. What Ryan never knew was that Rose had already given birth to his daughter years ago after he rejected both mother and child without hesitation. So Rose walks away—with only two suitcases, a hidden daughter, and the shattered remains of seven years. But the woman Ryan abandoned is no ordinary wife. Rose is the hidden genius behind Aetheris Medical AI, the revolutionary system about to change the entire medical world. As Rose rises to the top, becoming untouchable, powerful, and impossible to replace, Ryan finally realizes the devastating truth— He didn’t lose a woman who loved him. He lost the only woman he would ever love. And by then, even their daughter no longer calls him father.

Cultivation powerhouse Zara Kingsley crossed into the 1970s with a pocket dimension stuffed with a billion units of supplies. The moment she opened her eyes, she’d become the unlucky punching bag of adoptive parents and a scheming stepsister. The stepsister wanted to snatch her job and exile her to the countryside? Zara Kingsley emptied the girl’s entire house in one swipe and signed her up for the Great Northwest—go eat dirt and open up wasteland! The adoptive parents embezzled her birth parents’ pension and planned to sell her little siblings for cash? One anonymous letter to the authorities sent the pair of parasites straight to the firing squad—blood for blood. The reborn heroine, armed with foreknowledge, tried to steal her jade pendant dimension and her fiancé, dreaming of replacing her and soaring to the top? Zara Kingsley laughed coldly, seized the spatial treasure for herself, and monopolized every fortuitous encounter. As for that trash fiancé—he’s all yours; whoever wants him can have the bad luck. From then on, Zara Kingsley let herself go completely, hell-bent on being as unscrupulous as possible, sprinting down the road of face-slapping and sweet revenge. Then came the day she was sent down to the countryside—and the rumored sterile, ice-faced big shot Henson Lancaster set his sights on her. One was aiveness-obsessed cultivation madwoman; the other, a ruthless, black-bellied military titan. They clicked at first sight, marched to the registry, and got their marriage certificates. Husband and wife, perfectly matched—trash-bashing without breaking a sweat! You be my crazy wife, I’ll be your crazy husband; two apex predators joining forces—whoever blocks the way gets flattened. The reborn heroine was dumbstruck: the fiancé she stole turned out to be useless, the opportunities she coveted were all hijacked, and the cannon-fodder Zara Kingsley—supposed to die early—had instead become the nation’s darling. She reclaimed her birth parents, cleared their names, and, together with Henson Lancaster, amassed an untold fortune. Multiple buns in one pregnancy, living life in full swagger.

Vivienne Calloway, a college graduate serving as a village official, transmigrated into a novel and became the most tragic cannon fodder fake heiress in a 1970s doting family story! The moment she opened her eyes, her heartless adoptive parents were forcibly sending her away, throwing her back to her biological parents' home in some remote countryside. Not only that, but they also wanted the returning real heiress to take her college entrance exam slot and steal away eighteen years of her life! Her adoptive parents morally blackmailed her: "The real heiress suffered eighteen years for you. What's wrong with letting her have one exam score? Everything you have should be returned to her!" But Vivienne Calloway knew the full picture: this so-called suffering real heiress had been pampered by five top-tier brothers and never experienced the slightest grievance! On the contrary, it was she, the fake heiress, who ended up betrayed by all and died miserably. Even more laughable was that the adoptive parents' family would soon be sent down and ruined, with no blessings left to enjoy! Having seen through the plot, Vivienne Calloway completely woke up—she absolutely would not replicate the original owner's pathetic life! Clinging to powerful thighs? Unnecessary! Fleeing overnight? Too undignified! With a portable space in hand and confidence backed by martial arts skills, she headed straight for the countryside, determined to tame those five future big-shot biological brothers! If she couldn't win them over through charm, she'd subdue them through force—in short, these five brothers were hers for the taking! She thought she only needed to handle five powerful older brothers. Who knew that on this brother-taming journey, she'd accidentally entangle herself with Nathaniel Forrest—the village's most mysterious and abstinent team leader. He was cold and taciturn with hidden authority. Yet step by step, he fell for her alone—his extreme favoritism transforming this fake heiress abandoned by her entire family into the village's most dazzling cherished darling!

Vivienne Holloway, who had survived until victory in the apocalypse, had just waited out the end of the world. She merely took a nap, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself transmigrated into a period novel, becoming the neglected true daughter who had been lost outside the family. The fake daughter had usurped her identity, snatching away the familial love and opportunities that should have been hers. In the original plot, the true daughter became a supporting character, revolving around the male and female leads, meeting a tragic end. But it was Vivienne Holloway who arrived here. Acting fragile, playing the innocent pure white flower, mastering green tea postures—these were nothing but daily amusements to her. The grand drama of life had already begun; she had no intention of revolving around the novel's protagonists. Snatching opportunities, kicking aside plotlines—no one would control her! Sebastian Caldwell of the Northwest Military Region was notoriously iron-blooded and cold as a commander—decisive in killing, indifferent in temperament, strictly following rules in all matters. He despised people who put on airs most of all. Their first encounter: Vivienne Holloway deliberately played deaf and dumb to fool everyone; Their second meeting: she stepped on human traffickers while humming leisurely and brushing her teeth—the contrast directly shattered Sebastian Caldwell's understanding. Before others she appeared pitifully weak and helpless; behind closed doors her mind remained clear with sharp methods. She possessed a portable space filled with abundant supplies. Dealing with leeching relatives, tearing apart hypocritical fake daughters with bare hands, kicking aside the original male and female leads' plotline with one foot. Sebastian Caldwell fell step by step. To outsiders he remained cold-faced and majestic, commanding reverence from all. Returning home he could only indulge helplessly: "Fine fine fine—you're the most fragile in all heaven and earth."

Isolde Ashworth transmigrated into a book, becoming the cannon-fodder heiress destined to throw money and her life away for the male and female leads. And now, during these politically turbulent times, her identity as a capitalist's daughter made her a walking target. Isolde Ashworth sneered coldly: "Cannon fodder? I'm the heir to an ancient martial arts family and a metaphysics grandmaster, and you expect me to be cannon fodder?" She swiftly dealt with her fiancé who had hooked up with her cousin—emptied the scumbag's family assets, sent the pair off to reeducation through labor in Northeast China in one fell swoop, and conveniently tossed in her maternal uncle's family who'd tried to swallow up her inheritance as well. Then, carrying her spatial pocket, she turned around and went to the military compound to seek refuge with the scumbag's uncle—that notoriously unmarriageable bachelor famous throughout the entire army, Sebastian Whitmore. Sebastian Whitmore was ascetic and sharp-tongued; the whole military district was betting on whether he'd ever manage to get married in this lifetime. Then one day, a girl came knocking on his door, hands on her hips, accusing him right off the bat: "Your nephew cheated on me—you have to take responsibility!" Sebastian Whitmore looked down at the girl who barely reached his chest: "...Who told you to come?" Isolde Ashworth answered with perfect confidence: "Your mother!" Later, the entire military district discovered that Chief Whitmore had changed. That sharp-tongued man who used to frown at the sight of women was now running to the family quarters every single day. When someone asked where he was going, he replied without batting an eye: "My wife is throwing a tantrum again; I'm going back to coax her." Everyone exchanged bewildered glances: What happened to his supposed gynophobia??

Rosette Mercer transmigrated into the body of a capitalist's daughter, only to open her eyes and find her scumbag brother scheming against her with outsiders? She struck back hard, emptying out every last penny of his assets—satisfying! Fearing she'd be targeted for political persecution, she hurriedly went to the countryside. She thought she'd be gnawing on tree bark and living through bitter hardship— Instead, she feasted on meat and fish every single day in the village, picking up treasures in the mountains and hauling gold from the rivers, getting so rich her hands went soft! Even more absurdly, a soldier king came knocking on her door, pouring his heart out to marry her? Her whole family treated her like an ancestor—her mother-in-law served her meals, her father-in-law chopped firewood, and her sister-in-law fought over who got to wash her clothes? Rosette Mercer was stunned: Was she sent down to the countryside... or crowned as a local emperor?!

As a top-tier agent-doctor, Quinn Hartwell never expected to transmigrate—only to wake up as a dying young wife in the famine-stricken sixties, facing seven scrawny, wailing children. Worse, her own birth family wanted to sell the kids for grain! Quinn Hartwell sneered, snatched a cleaver, and marched straight to their door. “Lay one finger on my kids, and your whole clan goes bald.” So what if it’s the Great Famine? Armed with a spatial pocket and master-level medical skills, she hunted in the mountains, traded herbs for grain, and fattened all seven children into rosy-cheeked dumplings. Even better, each child turned out to have a gift: Alexander possessed superhuman strength, the second child could dismantle and build anything, the third spoke the language of beasts… Seven prodigies, each rowdier than the last. Then an old letter revealed their father’s identity—“Scorpion,” the living King of Hell in the Northwest Military Region. Without hesitation, Quinn Hartwell bundled up the seven wonder-kids and set off on a thousand-mile journey to find their dad. When the cold-faced King of Hell, Nathaniel Sterling, returned from a mission, he found seven little turnip heads squatting in perfect formation outside the barracks. Alexander looked up and handed him a letter. “Uncle, are you our dad? Mom says if you don’t want us, she’ll go to the next village and find a Mr. Doggart to be our father instead.” Nathaniel Sterling’s face darkened. He spun around and cornered Quinn Hartwell, who was trying to slip away. “Mr. Doggart? I’d like to see which Doggart dares take this job.”

Apocalypse overlord Celeste Thornton transmigrated into a book, becoming a twelve-year-old girl on a rural kang bed in 1952, barely clinging to half a breath. The original owner had just been pushed off a cliff—half her face covered in blood, on the verge of death. A flood of plotlines crashed into her mind, and she finally understood: she was the true daughter who had been switched at birth. Villagers gossiped: "In two years, her family will sell her to that old bachelor at the village entrance for grain!" In the book, the original owner's fate was even more tragic—impregnated and beaten to death. Meanwhile, the fake heiress who stole her identity was doted on by her biological parents in the city, destined to marry into a wealthy family and live in luxury all her life. Celeste Thornton sneered, reaching up to touch the apocalypse space hidden on her person. She muttered under her breath: "Bullying me? This is going to be entertaining." She pulled out a restoration potion from her space and downed it. The tearing wounds across her body healed at astonishing speed. Along with it came an all-purpose modification machine from the apocalypse, mountains of supplies, and various weapons—all stockpiled full in her space. Biased parents, vicious fake heiress, relatives in the village who preyed on the weak—none of them would control her. From now on: reclaiming her identity, seizing her future, tearing apart every black-hearted schemer. The apocalypse overlord would dominate the 1960s just as ruthlessly!

Lydia Mercer had played the mute for a lifetime, all to save her husband's face. Yet only on her deathbed did she discover that she was nothing more than a stand-in for Theodore Cavendish's first love. Utterly ridiculous! Reborn into a new life, she refused to be anyone's shadow ever again! This time around, she only wished to earn money, cure her brother's illness, and live a proper life with her family. But when she completely walked away, Theodore Cavendish—who had been obsessed with her for half his life—descended into madness and regret. Amidst the pouring rain, he knelt with red-rimmed eyes and begged pathetically: "Why? You were supposed to be my wife!" At this moment, a cold-faced military officer pulled her into his embrace. "Professor Cavendish, get the hell away. Don't dirty my wife's eyes!" Lydia Mercer's cheeks flushed crimson. The devotion and pampering she desired—she would have them all in this lifetime!

After marrying David Reynolds, Charlotte Parker spent over a decade dutifully caring for her bedridden mother-in-law. She could never bring herself to splurge on expensive clothes, yet one day, she caught sight of her husband parading around town with his mistress—dressed head-to-toe in Chanel, toting a six-figure Hermès crocodile bag. And that wasn't all. There was also a love child, around ten years old. The boy obediently called her mother-in-law "Grandma," and the old woman immediately declared that the family fortune would one day be his. Her husband, ever the generous spender, announced plans to upgrade his mistress and their illegitimate son to a luxury duplex—worth a cool five million. Meanwhile, Charlotte was still stuck in the shabby, decades-old apartment allocated by her huaband workplace back in the day. The betrayal was the wake-up call she needed. She realized the first half of her life had been wasted on the wrong people. From now on, she would live for herself—free and unshackled. She wanted a divorce. Her husband sneered, "All you're good for is cooking and cleaning. You wouldn't survive without me." Her mother-in-law scoffed, "Women of our generation endure worse. Who hasn't suffered a little? Divorcing at your age—how disgraceful!" Relatives chimed in, "You've put up with it this long. What's another twenty or thirty years? Just bear with it a little longer." Bear with it? She had endured enough for a lifetime. No more! … Everyone expected the middle-aged divorce to become a pitiful, lonely joke. But to their shock, Charlotte not only re-entered the workforce—she thrived, climbing the career ladder with unstoppable momentum. And love? A second chance came knocking. Wait—what? The man she was dating, the one she might remarry… was actually the wealthiest tycoon in the capital? Her ex-husband's family was drowning in regret, begging her with tears to take them back. A squad of imposing bodyguards blocked their path. "Sorry," they said coolly. "Our lady says she doesn't know any poor relatives."