The development process of the branch in the world of abuse literature (Part 2) to...
"Divorced with my best friend, and when we really divorced, our husband knelt down and begged for forgiveness"
Female lead:
My best friend and I married into wealthy families and became sisters-in-law.
However, my husband has White Moonlight in his heart, and her husband has Cinnabar Mole in his heart. Even after keeping them warm for seven years, I couldn't warm their hearts. Instead, one of us had a miscarriage due to Cinnabar Mole's frame-up, and the other had both hands broken by someone hired by White Moonlight.
We were disheartened and decided to divorce, but after we actually divorced, their eye disease of years seemed to be cured overnight. They saw the true face of their loved ones and realized that they truly loved us. They knelt down and begged us not to leave.
They are powerful and influential. No matter where we go, we can't escape their eyes.
My husband is cool but cold and yandere, while her husband is sunny but overbearing. Neither of them is a good person.
We wanted to escape, but we couldn't, and we were almost imprisoned.
During the chase and escape process, my best friend was moved. She said, maybe they are serious.
And they are indeed men with top looks and abilities. Without them, we may not find anyone better.
I'm not interested, but I'm tired. This kind of life of hiding from place to place is really tiring.
So we remarried and had the most luxurious wedding in the world, as if we had finally achieved perfection.
But only I know that I am not in love with him, but I am too tired and have to compromise.
Because when I was running away, I suddenly realized that the creator didn't want us to escape at all.
The money, beauty, and men's regrets that He has given us are all the fun in the game of pursuit - because the ending is already determined, all other additional content is just fun.
Emotional control is always in the hands of men.
The year that men suffer because of unrequited love is worth the seven years of suffering we endure.
And we are not happy because of their compensation.
We finally made up our minds to break free from love and run towards freedom, but they caught up with us like a dog-skin plaster.
When you don't love someone, this kind of unreasonable behavior will only cause trouble - it's a kind of harassment.
After enduring seven years of pain and another year of harassment, we were finally taken home by men and dressed up as exquisite brides.
How horrible.
Like a nightmare wrapped in a sweet disguise.
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Female protagonist: After my murdered wife enlightened me, I achieved the great Dao and became an immortal. Why do I have to continue to be entangled with a man?
Female lead:
He fell in love with someone else and humiliated and abused me in every way. I lost the will to live and wanted to commit suicide. After many unsuccessful attempts, I learned that everything he did was well-reasoned and was for my own good.
I want to continue hating, but there is no reason anymore. I want to put aside the past grudges, but I can't.
They said it was all a misunderstanding, but the injuries, broken hearts and suffering I have experienced over the years are all real.
Female lead:
Because I fell in love with my stepbrother, I was sent to a mental hospital and tortured in every way by people planted by his suitors.
After I was discharged from the hospital, I no longer liked him and turned to marry someone else, but he disrupted the wedding and took me away.
He said he regretted it.
The happiness that I had finally obtained was destroyed in his hands.
Why should I use my life to pay for his twisted and unspeakable heart?
OMEGA:
I had my glands removed, suffered from pheromone disorder, and was thrown into the turbulent Zerg...
He abused me like this, but in the end he told me that he loved me but just didn't know how to express it.
Everyone was sighing that he was a beautiful, strong and miserable Alpha, and said that I should forgive him.
I hated my weak body. Even though I rejected his advances, I was still imprisoned in his arms, with artificial glands pressed on me. I was forced into the depths of passion and became a slave to pheromones.
They call it forced love.
Female lead:
After I became disappointed with him, I wanted to go home, but the system told me that I needed to commit suicide before I could return to my original world.
So I begged to die again and again, but was insulted by him again and again. He said that people like me were just pretending.
It was not until I really died that he panicked and tried every way to summon my soul back.
I sent him away and finally had some peace and quiet.
But why, in order to leave this world, I have to commit suicide, have to be encountered by "chance" again and again, and have to endure his insults again and again?
Female lead:
I was tortured by eighty percent of the book, and every word was written as if I was there to witness it in person, but the so-called crematorium of chasing my wife only accounted for ten percent of the whole text, which was extremely sloppy.
Am I not the heroine of a cool novel?
Female lead:
Am I really the center of the world?
If I am, then why is the male protagonist the only one who benefits?
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Countless small worlds are crumbling.
I don't care about their love-hate entanglement, I only care about the benefits I can gain from it.
Using gender to determine superiority or inferiority is the most foolish thing to do. Reducing the rights of a certain gender means cutting off half of one's own arm.
Therefore, I am willing to provide a relatively fair environment to give everyone the opportunity to compete and to ensure that those who are most capable are given the position.
This is what I do in the company, and I still do this in my small world.
The pillars of these small worlds have their luck and blood sucked away to nourish others. All I have to do is enter the small world and give those sons of luck who have discovered the truth of the world but cannot break free a chance.
And then get paid what I win from it.
It turns out that my choice of people was correct.
I gave Canary a job, and she climbed all the way to the position of CEO, and kicked over the domineering boss who imprisoned her.
I gave O an inhibitor to eliminate the effects of pheromones, and he launched a gender reform, granting the Huanxing Group a permanent noble seat.
I gave the unfavored queen a foundation-building pill, which repaired all her broken tendons and veins. Then the female general who once dominated the world returned to the arena and killed the tyrant king by surprise.
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Trapped in love, they wiped off the dust from their pearls and found them to be so sparkling.
After giving them a chance, their little world quickly began to grow, and my branch's revenue also increased accordingly.
Mary Sue said that these sons of destiny were originally the most outstanding centers of the world, but they were disturbed by the outside world. As a result, these independent and powerful sons of destiny were locked up by love, oppressed by hardship, forced to become blood bags, and declined day by day.
But a dragon is a dragon after all. Once it encounters wind and clouds, it can return to the sky.
I will create this storm.
This group of small worlds fed me an extremely pure energy. I could clearly feel that this world began to grow and mature rapidly.
I thought, maybe this is the fate that is being fought for.
By helping other small worlds mature, you can gain gratitude from other worlds and also gain good fortune.
But this method is not as simple and brutal as directly destroying a world and plundering it.
Perhaps this is why the higher-level world resorts to violence.
Short-sighted.
I can feel that this world is only one opportunity away from full maturity.
Perhaps, the opportunity lies with the attacker.
Take your time, I'm in no rush.
After all, my engagement ceremony with my assistant is about to begin, and I don’t want anything to go wrong.
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