Leah Evans, the number one socialite in Los Angeles, was renowned for her grace, elegance, and impeccable manners. From a young age, she showed remarkable talent—reading by three, composing poetry by five, and mastering the arts. Everyone who met her admired her refinement. Raised with the traditional belief of "obeying her father, husband, and later her son," Leah accepted her father’s arrangement to marry a stranger in exchange for a two-billion-dollar contract. Even when her dowry went entirely to her brother, she quietly complied. Everything changed when she received a medical report: "Terminal cancer, six months left to live." From that moment, Leah transformed. The gentle, refined woman became bold and outspoken, refusing to tolerate any injustice. She no longer let grievances fester, confronting them head-on, sometimes even with force. The image of the quiet, aristocratic lady was shattered. To Frederick Carter, Leah had always seemed lifeless, like an obedient puppet. He thought she was emotionless—until the day she handed him divorce papers with a vibrant, radiant smile. Only then did he realize how captivating she truly was. It wasn’t until she was gone that Frederick understood her importance. His only mission became bringing Leah back into his life.

"Is this Anna's husband? Your wife was in a car accident and is being taken to the hospital..." "Is she dead?" The nurse was interrupted by the cold, heartless voice on the other end of the line. "Not yet," she instinctively replied. "I'm busy. Just let me know when she’s dead so I can go collect the body." "Hello..." Beep——In her past life, Anna never received a single glance from Charles before she died. Now that she’s been reborn, she’s determined not to be the president’s wife anymore. However, her shameless ex-husband isn’t willing to let go and switches to a relentless protective mode: "My ex-wife is weak and helpless—no one is allowed to bully her." Then he witnesses her tear apart her scheming cousin and her self-righteous ex-girlfriend. "My ex-wife doesn’t have much ability; she can only rely on me." But he discovers that this "incapable" ex-wife has become a professor at WGSM, a senior to many top researchers in the medical field! Anna is no longer obsessed with Charles and has more time to take charge of her own life. However, she soon realizes that the causes of her mother’s death and her uncle’s paralysis are far more complicated, with a demonic presence lurking nearby. "Charles, the one who loves you so much can still bear to divorce you, which is like cutting out a piece of her own heart. If she can be so ruthless to herself, do you really expect her to be soft-hearted towards you? If you want her to come back and love you again, you must exchange your true heart for hers, to heal that broken piece she cut away; otherwise, no matter how hard you try, it will all be in vain." Charles has entered full-on wife-chasing mode.

He is the most cold and domineering man in the entire empire, never getting close to women, but an accident bound him to her in marriage. During the day, he's cold and irritable, but at night, he holds her tightly, backing her into a corner with a mix of dominance and tenderness, whispering soft demands and kissing her lips as if he wants to engrave her into his very soul. “Baby, tell me you love me.” “For the rest of your life, be only mine, alright?” Once a man who looked down on everything, now his heart and eyes are filled with only her.

Ethan Quill, a billionaire CEO, possessed a body immune to illness due to a unique genetic trait. However, this seemingly perfect body came with one fatal flaw—he could only live until the age of fifty. After his death, half of his fortune would go to his contract wife. One day, Ethan, whose health had always been flawless, suddenly started coughing. His little wife, who loved him so deeply, and supposedly cared for nothing but him—not his money—rushed to the hospital through the cold wind, tears streaming down her face as she clung to him, nearly becoming a sobbing mess. “Why are you coughing all of a sudden, sir?! How will I live without you?” she cried hoarsely, her voice filled with desperate sorrow. Ethan looked at her coldly, having predicted this scene long ago. His heart held nothing but annoyance. Just as he was about to send her away like he always did, a sudden voice echoed in his mind. **"Is this a cough, you little punk? This is the sound of coins raining down for me!"** **"How will I live after you die? Of course, I'll be dancing on your grave at your funeral after inheriting your fortune!"** Listening to this voice, which was identical to the soft, tearful one of his pitiful wife standing before him, Ethan fell silent. Unsure of what he had just heard, he decided to listen a bit more...