My fiance has a girl best friend. I hate her and she hates me and she's hated me from the start. My hate grew over time. After some particularly vile things she said, I uninvited her to our wedding. Then Gibson said the wedding wouldn't be happening if she wasn't invited. So I handed him his rings back.

My husband was in a terrible accident that required six months of physical therapy. While I stood by him, cheering him on, he was making plans to leave me. For his physical therapist.

He made me his ol' lady. I thought it was because he'd finally seen me as more than my brother's little sister. Until I heard him talking with his ex, I didn't realize he was with me out of guilt, that he'd promised to protect me. So I ran and didn't look back...until I had to go back to find him waiting for me.

He's a gorgeous model. She has severe acne scarring. It doesn't help when she hears him brutally disparage her looks. So she teaches him a verbal lesson in humanity. That should have been that. So why won't he stop calling her?

I knew my best friend since childhood loved me. I knew it. And when I got back from my business trip, I was going to tell him how I felt, especially when he told me he had something exciting to tell me. But it wasn't that he loved me. He'd gotten married while I was on an overseas business trip to my worst enemy.

At our gender reveal, my husband joked about getting my sister pregnant with a boy. Everybody thought that was hilarious. Except me.

I fell in love with Glory the first time I saw her picture. After what she'd been through, I didn't think I stood a chance, but I was willing to take whatever she was willing to give me. Because I was going to love this woman the rest of my life and nothing would ever hurt her again.

I'm married to a cover model/tattoo artist who swore his ex was history. She wasn't, as I was about to discover.

Flashback to the 1950s. Veronica became pregnant by up-and-coming lawyer Paul. He did the right thing and married her. However, his plans weren't revolving around forever, and Veronica overheard him talking to his former? current? girlfriend. That's when Veronica started making her own plans.

My wife gave birth to a red-headed baby. Only problem is, no one in my family has red hair, and never has as far as we know, and no one in her family does either. So, I accused my wife of cheating on me right after she gave birth, demanded a DNA test before I'd believe the baby was mine and left her alone in her hospital room with the baby. It didn't take me long to realize my mistake. And then I had to win her back.