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A group of agents leads double lives in which the disguise begins to erode their very identities. Forced to commit real crimes to maintain their cover, they face choices that can’t be written in reports — or spoken of among themselves. While the most upright begin to fall apart from within, those once seen as fragile show an unsettling resilience. Amid fragile alliances and irreversible decisions, they will all come to realize that truth is not found in what is revealed, but in what one learns to endure.

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My Superstar Wife Is So Popular

Wen Qiao had transmigrated into a book, becoming a notorious, brainless, and easily replaceable vase-like minor celebrity. The worst part was that the first scene she entered was literally a path to disaster; at her own engagement party, she was plotting to seduce the male lead into an irrevocable situation, not to mention that she wanted to break off her engagement with her wealthy, handsome fiancé! Wen Qiao stated, "This cannon fodder script must be changed!" Thus, netizens saw a dramatic transformation in Wen Qiao, who previously had been utterly lovesick and only chased after a man. She became a living, breathing person who aggressively won awards until her hands were sore. Moreover, she had a group of men chasing after her. At the height of her career, Wen Qiao suddenly went public with her sweet relationship with a business tycoon. At the award ceremony, when reporters asked if she planned to marry. Wen Qiao, holding her trophy, had an answer that turned heads, "No, why would I give up the whole forest for one tree?" A couple of days later, Wen Qiao posted a photo of her marriage certificate online with the caption— From now on, I'm Mrs. Fu. Netizens: Didn't you say no marriage? - The super-topic about "Wen Ji and Qi Wu," a couple made popular by a variety show, disappeared overnight. Netizens: ?? Where's my shipped couple? Fu Jinghen: I took care of it. How could my wife be paired up with someone else?

Ditch the Billionaire, Own My Better Life!

Hazel Foster had been married with Rayan Kingston for three years. Even though Hazel knows that Rayan had only married her because her face looked like his dead girlfriend Evleyn Hamper, she still tried her best to maintain her marriage, because she loved him and believed that maybe one day he also fall in love with her. However, one day Rayan's ex-girlfriend sister's Oliver Hamper kidnapped Hazel and she almost lost her life, but her so-called husband didn't even come to visit at hospital even once, but asked his assistant Simon to warn Hazel not to cause trouble for him. Hearing assistant's words, Hazel heart turned cold. Just then her phone buzzed. Olivia had posted a new photo on Instagram. In the picture, Rayan was carrying her upstairs in his arms—like a scene from some romantic movie. You couldn’t see his face, only his back, but Hazel knew that silhouette anywhere. After three years of marriage, she could recognize him by the way his shoulders moved. That was her husband. The man she’d once believed was hers. The caption read: “Twisted my ankle, and someone insisted on carrying me.” Below, the comments flooded in: “So sweet!” “Couple goals!” “Perfect together!” Hazel’s hands trembled. Tears stung her eyes. While she’d been fighting for her life, her husband had been playing lover to another woman. She wiped her tears away quickly. He wasn’t worth it. Not a single drop. Without hesitation, she called her friend. She didn’t explain much—just asked her to prepare divorce papers. She realized that it was time for her to leave this so-called marriage. ***** At the courthouse. Hazel held the divorce certificate and left with her held high. Rayan looked at her back, and sneered, thinking she will certainly regret it and come to him soon. However, what he didn't know was that the one who was going to regret was not her, but him.

One Screenshot to Burn an Empire

My husband's new mistress sent me a photo. In the photo, my husband was sleeping soundly. The black rose tattooed over his heart for me was now being strangled by a menacing snake. She even added a provocative caption: "Donna, Julian is exhausted. Tonight, he's mine." I stared at the snake for three seconds, then I smiled. I calmly screenshotted the photo and the chat log, then sent them both to the family's elite inner circle network. My caption read: "Congratulations to Miss Cassia on securing her new position." After hitting send, I shut off my phone. Two days later, I turned it back on. Hundreds of missed encrypted calls and countless messages flooded in, nearly crashing the device.

Photographer Husband Only Takes Boudoir Photos for His Mistress

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I wanted my husband, who is a photographer, to take a set of boudoir photos for me. He refused, claiming he only knew how to photograph babies. That evening, I helped my drunk husband back to his own room. A portrait photo album fell to the floor. It was full of boudoir photos of his childhood sweetheart. When I confronted him, my husband accused me of making a big deal out of nothing, and our daughter didn't understand my reaction either. Late that night, I saw a photo of the three of them together on his childhood sweetheart's social media. The caption read: "Taking a break, getting ready to start the next chapter of life." On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband took our child out to be with another woman. I finally realized he had been deceiving me for ten years.

Eight Autumns of Lies

Eight years into our marriage, my husband, Julian Croft, abruptly announced he wanted us to have a sexless marriage. He said work was too demanding, the pressure too great, and he simply had no energy left for our private life. I tried to convince myself this was perhaps just a normal phase, a common dip that seasoned marriages sometimes experienced. But then, as I was mindlessly scrolling through TikTok, I stumbled upon a familiar figure. The caption was stark and to the point: Is my boyfriend touch-starved? In the video, the man whose hands seemed to ache to caress every inch of the girl’s skin was none other than my own husband—the very same man championing our new, sexless life.

After Returning to the Countryside to Raise Pigs, My Boyfriend's True Colors Showed

On the day I learned that my half-sister was coming back, I recorded a video of the pig farm in the countryside and posted it on my Moments, playfully adding a caption. [I, the fake daughter, am packing up to return to the countryside to raise pigs now that the real daughter is coming back. Home-grown black pork, fed with fruit. Interested parties, contact ****.] I didn't expect to receive a phone call from my boyfriend, who was hastily questioning me. I teased him by admitting that I have no blood relation with the Huo Family, only to be met with his profane outburst, calling me poor, and breaking up with me on the spot. I never imagined he was that kind of person. I looked down at the new car key I had bought for him, a Land Rover, which I had planned to gift. What a pity, it could only gather dust in the garage with the other cars.

Betrayed by a Billionaire, Married to His Rival

His mistress pushed me down the marble staircase at the charity gala. My baby, gone. In the hospital, Blake shoved his phone in my face: "Don't be sad. Madison's pregnant with our child." "You'll raise it. Consider it compensation." The screen showed Madison's Instagram post from an hour ago. She wore my engagement ring, tangled with Blake in a hotel bed. The caption read: “Wore him out... guess how many rounds we went?” I didn't cry or scream. I liked the post. Then messaged someone in my Favorites: "Baby's gone. Want to get married?"

Betrayed and Pregnant, My Husband's Secret Scheme

Sylvia Rogers shared an ultrasound image on Facebook, captioning it: [So thankful for my sperm benefactor. I'd nearly given up... but now, look, I'm expecting!] She was my spouse's former girlfriend, and he was the donor. I gave the post a like and commented: [Congratulations!] Just as I submitted it, Simon phoned me, panicking, "Come on! I was just assisting Sylvia! Don't make this a big deal, Grace. I beg you." I ended the call, contemplating divorce!

Star Meow Meow

Ruan Shu is not cared for, not valued, and is the most inconspicuous presence at home. Unexpectedly, she crossed over and became the daughter of the strongest imperial marshal of the interstellar forces, but she was born as a result of calculation. She thought she would still be despised because it seemed like she was destined to be disliked by everyone. But gradually she discovered that something seemed off. Her father’s circle of friends gradually filled with her photos and videos, and her brothers seemed to like to have her around more and more. Sometimes, in order to compete for the men in her family, they even fought each other! Major news in the military: “Do you remember our battle-crazy Marshal Ruan? Today, he’s showing off his daughter on his circle of friends again!” All the netizens of the Star Beast Empire: “Haha, if you have the ability to show off your daughter and flaunt your sister, then have the ability to let us admire her!” The marshal: “Get lost!” The most shocking thing was that the emperor, who had never posted a status online, posted a photo one day. In his hands, he held a small cat doll, with the caption only two words. Emperor of the Star Beast Empire: “Mine.” And then the entire network crashed…

The Million-Dollar Bracelet, Sold as a Street Stall Trinket

I had a crush on Vivienne for four years. Until before graduation, she agreed to be my girlfriend. I gave her a bracelet as a token of love. But the next day, I saw the bracelet I gave her on a second-hand website. The caption read: "A gift from a fool. Too cheap. Sell it for money." She refused to admit that I was her boyfriend and turned to the arms of a rumored rich second-generation - Alec. But when the true value of the bracelet was revealed. Vivienne went crazy.

Thirty Days to Freedom

When Ayden Baldwin ignored me, who was stuck in an elevator, freaking out from claustrophobia, just so he could deliver cold medicine to his assistant, I filed for divorce. Ayden signed his name without hesitation and smiled at his friend. "She's just throwing a tantrum. Her parents are gone. I'm all that she's left. She won't leave me. "Besides, isn't there a thirty-day cooling-off period? If she regrets it, I'll be the bigger person and take her back." The next day, he posted a lovey-dovey pic with his assistant, captioned: "Capturing every shy moment of yours." Counting the days, I packed up my belongings and made a phone call. "Uncle, please book me a ticket to Burville."

Goodbye, Mrs. Gillian

“Happy divorce to me. New life, new me.” That was the caption I posted on Instagram with a champagne emoji and my brightest smile. I thought it was just another post—another way of telling the world I was finally free. What I didn’t expect was for him to notice. Three years of silence. Three years of pretending I didn’t exist. And suddenly, my phone buzzed with his name. When did you get a divorce? Are you married to someone I’m not aware of? Another message followed, faster this time, angrier. Is this because my uncle is out of prison? Come back here right now, and I’ll forget everything. I stared at the screen. My heart didn’t race. My hands didn’t shake. Not this time. Instead, I smiled—pressed, block. And whispered to myself, I’m done. Just a week ago, I found out... --- For three years, Audrey Anderson played the role of the perfect wife—silent, loyal, and invisible. Her marriage to Jeremy Gillian was nothing more than a contract, a cage built on her own demands and Jeremy’s indifference. She gave up her family, her freedom, and even her pride, only to watch her husband flaunt his mistress, Adel, in front of her eyes. But the night Jeremy sneered that she was “just a side character,” something inside Audrey shattered. No longer willing to beg for scraps of affection, she chose to walk away. Divorce, resignation, even losing everything—she was ready to pay the price for her freedom. Yet, just when she thought her story was over, Simon Gillian—the man she once loved and the family’s long-lost heir—returned. His presence reignites old wounds, buried feelings, and a spark of defiance Audrey never knew she still carried. Torn between betrayal and rebirth, Audrey must decide: will she remain the forgotten Mrs. Gillian, or rise to become the heroine of her own story?

He Belongs to the Woman He Broke

I stood at the altar of St. Patrick's Cathedral in the custom Vera Wang wedding dress made for me. I waited from dawn until dusk, but my fiancé, Julian Blackwood, never showed. My calls went to voicemail, again and again, until I became the biggest joke in New York high society. The humiliation was more than my adoptive mother, Eleanor’s fragile heart could bear. She collapsed in front of me and never woke up. That same night, I saw a new post on Instagram from his first love, Poppy Vaughn. In the video, Julian leaned over to gently wipe away her tears. The caption read: "Thank you, J. When I'm at my lowest, you're always here for me." In the background, two champagne glasses sat nestled together. My hands trembled as I took a screenshot of the post and sent it to Julian. It wasn't until after my mother's memorial service that I received his belated reply. Julian's reply was a casual dismissal: "We can reschedule the wedding. Poppy's happiness can't wait."

My Alpha Never Came

At the sacred bonding ceremony, I stood in a moon-white gown, waiting for my Alpha. Instead, word came that he had abandoned me for another she-wolf. Moments later, my adoptive mother collapsed into my arms, a victim of the interrupted ritual’s backlash. At that exact moment, an image stabbed into my mind through our mind-link: Lila Vance, the woman he’d always loved, had sent a picture of them locked in an embrace. The caption read, "When I'm sad, you're always by my side, my Alpha." Trembling, I sent the image right back to Corbin, demanding an explanation. I didn’t receive his belated response until after my adoptive mother’s ashes were laid to rest beneath the moonlight. Corbin Sterling’s voice echoed in my mind. "We can always reschedule the ceremony. Her tears can't wait."

I Abandoned the Fiancé I’d Loved for Ten Years

My surgery was scheduled for three days later, but my fiancé, Ronan, disappeared. Then I saw his Instagram update: a Croatian sunset, a sapphire sea, and a girl in a white dress curled in his arms—Maris, the “angel” who was supposed to be lying on the operating table donating a kidney to me. The caption read: “So happy to have someone watch the sea with me.” Ronan texted to explain: “Baby, Maris is terrified. I’m just taking her away to clear her head. Hold on for a few more days.” A few more days? The doctor said I didn’t have much time left. Since he didn’t want me to live, I wouldn’t wait for him anymore. So I blocked him everywhere, transferred hospitals, and left the country.