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Evangeline Ashworth transmigrated into a seventies-era novel, becoming tragic cannon fodder for everyone to exploit. Her biased parents squeezed every drop of value from her, allowing her younger sister to steal her university admission slot while ruthlessly selling her to a ruffian for bride price money. At rock bottom, she awakened a portable dimensional space—and completely turned the tables! In one fell swoop, Evangeline Ashworth emptied out her terrible family's valuables, permanently bound her greedy sister to that ruffian, cleanly severed those toxic family ties, and traveled to an island military base to fulfill her childhood engagement. Who knew that this bargain husband Raymond Blackwell would turn out to be an iron-blooded, righteous military big shot who had single-handedly adopted seven orphans of his fallen comrades? The entire compound waited to laugh at her, convinced she would be driven away by seven rowdy children. Instead, Evangeline Ashworth discovered that these seven kids... were each ridiculously talented! The eldest possessed superhuman strength; the second was a mechanical genius; the third had exceptional hearing; the fourth was a calculation prodigy... Thus, before long, those former troublemaking little tyrants transformed into obsessive sister-protectors who pampered her so thoroughly she never had to lift a finger. One day, cold-faced officer Raymond Blackwell looked at his stunningly beautiful wife and couldn't restrain himself any longer. He cornered her against the wall, voice hoarse as he tested: “Wife... when are we going to have one of our own?”

Rosalind Mercer transmigrated into a period novel, becoming the pitiful foil in a contrast setup. Parents dead, grandparents indifferent, uncle and aunt oppressive—the whole village waited to watch her get trampled into the mud by the female lead. She glanced at the script. Then she tore it to pieces. She reclaimed her spiritual spring space, sent her rotten grandparents to the hospital with rage, reported her scumbag uncle for his misdeeds, and snatched every opportunity meant for the female lead. Along the way, she befriended several future big shots—moving herself from "the foil" straight into "don't mess with" territory. Almost forgot—she still had a cheap husband: Nathaniel Holt, the military district commander barely mentioned in passing in the book. Rumor had it this man was notoriously fierce. One word from him could make an entire company cry. Punishment drills could break a platoon's spirit. On their wedding night, Rosalind Mercer shrank back slightly. "You're so scary..." The man glanced at her. "You want a divorce?" She shook her head. He withdrew his gaze, voice going rough. "With you—I'm only fierce in bed."

In her previous life, Evelyn Hartwell only saw everyone's true faces when she was on her deathbed. The adopted son she had doted on with all her heart turned out to be her husband's illegitimate child hidden for years. Her entire marriage and half a lifetime of devotion were nothing but a scheme by her husband to pave the way for his first love. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the moment when the Hartwell and Caldwell families discovered their babies had been switched. As the real heiress returning to the Hartwell family, she was forced by her biological parents to marry Regiment Commander Blackwood—a vegetative man paralyzed in bed—in place of the adopted daughter for good luck. Once, she had starved herself and fought desperately against this marriage for that scumbag ex-husband, refusing until death. In the end, it led to her family's ruin and her own miserable death. Now completely awakened, Evelyn Hartwell dropped all pretenses entirely. To hell with familial bonds! To hell with love! She wanted none of it! She emptied every last cent from the Hartwell family's wealth without hesitation and accepted this luck-bringing marriage. She'd rather be a wealthy widow than repeat history! Who would have thought that this unwanted, useless bride would be spoiled rotten by everyone in the Blackwood family? Even more absurd—the vegetative husband destined to die in her previous life miraculously woke up! Evelyn Hartwell asked softly: "Um... is it still too late to get a divorce?" Sterling Blackwood chuckled hoarsely: "Wife... what do you think?"

[1v1, adorable babies, farming, healing, whole-family rise to riches!] SQ1207 bottom-tier resident Vivian Morrison was inspecting the fields one day when a passing meteorite smashed her to death—and she transmigrated into the body of three pitiful children’s wicked mother. Shock! Someone actually abused newborns! Eldest Baby’s eyes were icy. “Want me to call you Mom? Try the next life.” Second Baby chuckled softly. “Dream on if you think I’ll acknowledge you.” Third Baby’s voice was sticky-sweet: “If Mommy dies right now, Nora will admit you’re her mom.” Vivian Morrison: “!!!” Shower them with enough warmth and the kids are bound to love me! But what’s with the cold-faced man who suddenly came home? Vivian Morrison: “The babies are mine!” A certain man: “Mm. Not just them—every baby we have from now on will be yours too.” Vivian Morrison: “!!!” This iceberg wants to numb me with his looks? Impossible! When the man heard her thoughts, he gave a helpless, doting smile. “Vivian, you can’t escape.”

When Vincent Ashford hung up on me, I was being cornered by a strange man at a street corner with no lights. Rain poured down in sheets. I clutched my phone with its last sliver of battery and heard the music from the bar on the other end, a woman’s laughter, and his impatient words: "Stop making a scene." In that moment, I finally understood： The engagement between the Adams and Ashford families, envied by everyone in the capital, had never been my shelter. It was my cage. Everyone believed I would never dare call it off. But they didn't know that on that storm-soaked night, Vincent's uncle, Julian Ashford—the cold, restrained man everyone whispered about—came through the rain and saved me. He was the true power behind the Ashford family, a business titan who could overturn fortunes with a single decision. And no one knew he had loved me in silence for fifteen years. When I resolved to tear up the engagement, he came to me first beneath the moonlight, his voice steady and impossible to refuse. "The Ashford family has more than Vincent Ashford." "I'll be the one to fulfill this engagement." The night the news was announced, Vincent called me drunk, crying and begging me to take him back. Julian leaned against the headboard, half-dressed, his fingers idly winding through my hair. His low voice carried an unmistakable possessiveness as he spoke into the phone. "Nephew, it's late. Don't disturb your aunt's rest." Only then did I realize the truth： Our meeting that rainy night had never been an accident. It was his long-planned devotion, coming for me at last.

Tags: 1970s Era | Military Marriage | Sweet Romance | Marriage First, Love Later | Non-Human Female Lead | Wife-Spamming Man | Revenge & Slapping Faces | System Counterattack | Minor Ensemble Cast Character Setting: Delicate Vine Flower (Outer) × Fierce Overlord Flower (Inner) Female Lead | Fatherly, Devious Political Commissar Male Lead — A human caretaker spoiling his wife endlessly Supernatural creatures were forbidden after the founding of the nation, yet Selene Ashford was no ordinary girl. She was a fierce overlord flower spirit who had cultivated a human form for centuries. To accumulate karmic merits, she set her sights on Adrian Hargrove, the prestigious and powerful political commissar stationed at the Helan Mountain base in the vast northwest frontier. Bound by a single marriage certificate, she followed the army to the desolate wilderness and took root in the barren Gobi Desert. Just as she settled into a peaceful life, a system hostess arrived out of nowhere. Convinced Adrian was the male fated to have no heirs, the system hostess confronted Selene sharply: “Who are you, a mere extra, to steal my destined man!” Capable of hearing the system's inner thoughts, Selene only smiled coldly. How dared a trivial outsider system hostess covet the man she had claimed? With a single countermove, she severed every thread of the intruder's plotline. Her karmic merits surged wildly, and her demonic power grew stronger by the day. Adrian had once thought he had married a delicate young girl who needed tender care. Soon enough, his perception was completely overturned. She possessed peerless medical skills, saving countless lives on the base. With sharp, agile combat skills, she captured treasonous spies single-handedly. She casually transformed the barren Gobi wasteland, turning endless yellow sand into stretches of lush oasis. A simple stir-fried dish of desert scallions and eggs was so delicious that it made every military family in the compound cry with envy. Even the Pallas's cats and golden eagles of Helan Mountain lined up obediently, begging for her gentle pats. Pushed to her wit's end, the system hostess finally dropped her disguise and exposed Selene frantically in public: “She's a flower spirit! You are fated to have no children! Only I can bear your heirs!” Adrian stepped forward in an instant, shielding Selene firmly behind him, his gaze stern and icy cold. “Comrade Drummond, feudal superstition has no place here. My wife is pregnant with twins.” Extra Wedding Night Scene “Brother, Sister Scholefield told me I have to inspect you tonight.” “When the time comes, you will know everything.” Later, Selene's eyes turned red, and she mumbled aggrievedly: “Brother, I won't rummage through the cabinets anymore. Please stop too, okay?” Adrian slowly unbuttoned his uniform collar, his voice low and laced with a faint smile: “Selene, once a day… is still not enough.”

A max-level bigshot reincarnates as an 18th-tier black-and-red celebrity in the entertainment industry, getting blacklisted by the entire internet? Vivienne Ashford sneered, turning a terrible hand into a royal flush—top streamer in entertainment, most commercially valuable female artist, youngest triple-crown Best Actress in Chinese cinema... The antis knelt and called her daddy. Tearing apart scumbag men, kicking vicious women to the curb, crushing trash and slapping faces all the way to an unstoppable comeback. Divine physician, top-tier hacker, jewelry appraisal master—her alternate identities kept dropping one after another. One day, paparazzi secretly photographed Vivienne Ashford having a private meeting with the richest man Leighton Vance. The haters went wild; the entire internet exploded. "That scheming bitch actually dares to covet our daddy tycoon! Sisters, tear her apart!" That same day Leighton Vance posted on Weibo whipping out a marriage certificate. "My wife. Who dares?" The entire internet trembled: "We're scared..."

After three years of marriage, Lydia Grace hadn't even touched Harrison James's fingers, let alone conceived a child. Then came the plane crash. As a survivor, she stumbled upon Harrison accompanying another woman for a prenatal checkup at the hospital. Only then did she realize—she had never truly entered this man's heart. The moment she decided to let go, she suddenly discovered she was the granddaughter of the world's richest man. If she couldn't be Mrs. Harrison, then she'd become the nemesis of the Harrison conglomerate—so far out of his reach, he'd never dare dream of her again!

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!

In the hotel, Vivienne Whitmore looked at her husband of five years and her former best friend, her expression remarkably calm. The mistress was riding high on arrogance. Vivienne tossed down a stack of cash and said indifferently, "This is your hard-earned compensation for servicing my husband. Which young master doesn't keep a few unsavory side pieces? If this were ancient times, I'd be the one arranging to take you in as a concubine. Now, get out." The mistress fled in panic. Vivienne slammed down the divorce papers. "Let's divorce. I'm pregnant, and the child isn't yours!" Maxwell flew into a rage and tried to strike her, but Vivienne Whitmore kicked him flying with one blow. Later, the child's biological father came knocking. The man lifted her chin and said coldly, "Just where do you think you're running off to with my baby in your belly?"

At the age of twenty, Alyssa Scott married the billionaire tycoon known as the "King of Commerce," Fifth Master Bennett. When word got out, everyone scoffed. How could a penniless country girl—a mere pretty face with no connections, just a struggling doctor—ever be worthy of the esteemed head of the Bennett family? But gradually, they discovered that this so-called "poor doctor" with "no background" was actually the treasured jewel of a prestigious medical dynasty in the capital, a prodigious surgeon, the heir to a renowned medical research institute, and even a mysterious designer... The world knew that Fifth Master Bennett had a white moonlight in his heart—an unattainable ideal. As their four-year marriage agreement neared its end, the man handed her a document, his tone gentle yet commanding: "Sign this." "A divorce agreement?" Alyssa's eyes sparkled with unconcealed eagerness and excitement. She had been longing for this moment. The man snorted coldly. "Just sign it!" Not long after, Fifth Master Bennett shamelessly declared, "Since you've borne my child, you're mine for life!"

In her previous life, Vivienne Hargrove married the man she loved, Nathan Hargrove, only to spend her days in misery. A fellow soldier had sacrificed his life to save Nathan, and Nathan felt compelled to take care of the man's widow and child. But that woman harbored ill intentions and constantly overstepped her bounds, showing up at their door late at night to whisk Nathan away. Vivienne endured endless torment through her pregnancy, subjected to the whispers and pointed fingers of their military compound neighbors, with no one to turn to. She raised her son alone, the two of them clinging to each other through the years. After all that struggle, she finally lived to see him grow up and enlist — only for him to lose his life on his very first mission. In her final years, she lay dying of a terminal illness, and only on her deathbed did she learn the devastating truth: her parents and her son had all been secretly murdered by that fallen soldier's widow. Consumed by boundless hatred and bitter regret, she was reborn — back to the very beginning of her marriage. This time, Vivienne Hargrove made up her mind: She would conceive the child from her past life, then keep the child and leave the husband behind. She tore up her application to follow him to his post in front of everyone, severing all ties in one clean stroke, and left Nathan Hargrove to tend to that mother and child on his own. Nathan Hargrove assumed they were of one heart — that his gentle, understanding wife had willingly stayed behind at the compound to look after others, and he felt nothing but guilt and gratitude toward her. So when Vivienne Hargrove asked for a divorce, Nathan Hargrove was utterly blindsided. He refused her again and again, but she vanished without a trace. Years later, when he came face to face with a little boy whose features were the mirror image of his own, the truth finally hit him. It was he who had dismissed her pain time and time again, who had broken her heart so thoroughly that she chose to carry and raise his child entirely alone — rather than have anything to do with him ever again. The man who had always been cold and unyielding, eyes rimmed red, sank to his knees before his wife and child: "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry."

Freshly divorced and heartbroken, Vivian Lane is forced by her family to take her sister Sophia's place in a marriage alliance, becoming the wife of Nathan Knight—the formidable, wheelchair-bound president of a powerful business empire. Their union begins as a cold transaction. Nathan, who discovered the bride swap from the start, shows only contempt for Vivian, a "divorced woman" he sees as a gold-digger. Their days are filled with tension, public humiliation, and a strict, impersonal coexistence under the same roof. However, a deeper secret binds them. One month before the wedding, a devastated Vivian had a fateful, anonymous encounter with a stranger during a stormy night—an encounter that now leaves her pregnant with a child whose father she does not know. Meanwhile, Nathan is obsessively searching for the mysterious woman from that same rainy night, unaware she is now the wife he scorns. As Vivian struggles to hide her pregnancy and survive in the opulent yet hostile Knight mansion, Nathan's relentless pressure gives her an ultimatum: get rid of the "bastard child" or be cast out. Trapped between family duty, a growing attachment to her unborn baby, and Nathan's icy disdain, Vivian must navigate a web of deception. The story masterfully intertwines the lingering mystery of the passionate stormy night with the simmering conflict of a contract marriage. When the truth behind their first encounter inevitably surfaces, it threatens to shatter their fragile world. Will it unleash a final, bitter confrontation, or could it unravel the walls around their hearts, transforming resentment into an undeniable connection? This is a tale that begins with substitution and a contract, but becomes entangled with hidden desires and surprising vulnerability. Is their story destined to end in hatred, or is it the beginning of a deeper, unforeseen love?

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.

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!

Stella Avery, the only daughter of the richest man on the planet, had just picked up her limited-edition supercar when, while rubber-necking from a bridge, the crowd collapsed the iron span—and she plunged straight into a melodramatic period novel. She woke up as the capitalist heiress of Harbor City in the book: the original owner was arrogant and vicious, always at odds with the heroine, and ended up dying a miserable death. Armed with the plot, Stella Avery sneered: whoever wants to be cannon fodder can be; she only wants to make money and torment scum—she won’t wrong herself for anyone. Her stepmother plots to send her to the countryside? She plays along, then flips the script and ships the whole step-family to the barren northwest to eat dirt. Her stepsister wants to steal her opportunities and marry her off to a deadbeat? Stella slips her a fertility potion and lets the girl reap what she sowed. A mountain of ancestral assets at home? She opens her massive harbor-space and empties the place—down to the one hair for the parasites. Once the mess is cleaned up, she rolls her bedding and heads to the countryside overnight—only to run straight into her childhood betrothed: Chandler Hawthorne. The man has sword-sharp brows, star-bright eyes, wide shoulders and a narrow waist. Already a regimental commander at a young age, he hands over his salary and does all the housework—utter perfection. Stella slaps the table on the spot: this marriage, I’m taking it! After a lightning wedding and moving to the army base, she lands an official post; her surgical genius slips out and she becomes the revered “saintly hand.” Pregnancy after pregnancy follows, and she’s pampered by her husband and every bigwig in sight—life is pure bliss.

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??

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!]

The long-lost heiress of the Bennett family, Evelyn Bennett, has finally been found. On the very first day of her return, Fiona Bennett, the adopted daughter of the family, had the misfortune of taking an unplanned dive into the water. Everyone initially dismissed Evelyn as a crude, ignorant, and envious country bumpkin, unworthy of high society. But gradually, people began to notice something was off. "Master calligrapher and painter?" "Miracle-working physician?" "Underground racing legend?" "Elite hacker?" "Heir to ancient martial arts?" The crowd was stunned: "Is this girl cheating or what?" And that wasn’t all. Even the infamous Zach Maxwell, the formidable "Ninth Master" of the underworld, repeatedly showed more than a passing interest in the Bennett family’s newly returned heiress. Evelyn Bennett could only sigh helplessly, "I’m just an ordinary person. I don’t get it, and I don’t accept it..."

【Marriage First, Love Later • Slow-Burn Romance • Taming the Iron Man • Army-Wife Daily Life • Stunning Heiress】 When she opened her eyes, top jewelry designer Serena Blackwood had time-traveled from the 21st century straight into 1971. Seven years into her marriage, her husband and son had eyes and hearts only for the “white-moonlight” mother-and-daughter pair, while she stayed alone in the countryside, living her best life and raking in cash. Then an accident awakened her memories, and she was horrified to discover she was the vicious cannon-fodder first wife in a period novel. Her husband was a steel-blooded officer; her son would grow into the paranoid, brutal “Buddhist prince” of the capital’s elite circle. Both men would go mad for the white-moonlight duo and even drag Serena down with them. In the end, her own son broke her limbs and threw her into the deep mountains to feed the wolves—an agonizing death. Having unlocked the finale ahead of time, Serena couldn’t sit still. She slung a backpack over her shoulder and marched straight to the army base. Divorce—she wanted it now! While the father and son were still obsessed with the white moonlight, she’d seize the chance to cut ties and save her own skin. The moment she reached the military district, her husband was already away on a mission. She waited in the family quarters for the divorce papers, taking the opportunity to de-program her thoroughly brainwashed son. But when the officer husband returned, he seemed like a different man—doting, attentive, and raining money on her! Serena: ?? Maybe… hold off on the divorce for a bit? Everyone soldier in the district knew Chief Morrison’s wife was some country bumpkin he despised. Until one day, the famously cold, hard Chief Morrison trailed after a stunning beauty, calling softly, “Wifey…” Everyone face-planted. Rumors really can’t be trusted!