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.

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.

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?

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

A Hollywood movie star promised his wife he'd stop doing sex scenes in his movies if she'd marry him. She finally agreed and things were great for years. Until the scripts weren't coming in for Mack like they used to. He caved to his agent's pressure and went behind his beloved Oriana's back and did a sex scene. He was going to tell her after the premiere when she came back from being overseas for work. But Oriana surprised him at the premiere -- and she ended up being surprised. Then Mack got a surprise and realized he might not be able to save his marriage.

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.

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.

He left me. I gave birth to his triplets after our one passionate night together. I couldn't get in touch with him, and it wasn't until more than four years later that I saw him again. And then he was with the evil twin sister I never knew I had.

The ideal life she once had crashed before her eyes. What was left is a chain of memories holding her back to the painful pit of her being. How she much wanted to shed tears but never had it came. The betrayal, the lies, the grudge - those are just few of them that haunt her. Yet the most excruciating memory draining her to death is him - Marco Cevilla. What would it mean seeing him in the flesh? Could it be the end of her? Or the beginning of something she never knew she longed for until then?