
![[ENG DUB] My Wife Under Surveillance](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Finally, I've returned home from my business trip that has lasted for half a year. As soon as I step through the front door, my wife, Lila Hickman, rushes toward me eagerly. With anticipation glinting in her eyes, she tells me that she wants a baby.The sudden request makes my heart sink, leaving me with thoughts of doubt swirling in my head. After all, Lila and I have been leading a long-distance relationship for such a long time.Since I can't stay by her side all the time, it's only inevitable that I start being paranoid about her intentions.So, I've secretly installed hidden cameras at home. After that, I lie to Lila, claiming that I need to go on another impromptu business trip due to my company's sudden arrangements.Having checked into a room in a hotel across from my home, I start digging up Lila's secret via the live camera feed on my phone.
![[ENG DUB] My Memory-Loss Darling Wife](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
After being betrayed and buried alive by her family, Zelma miraculously survives but loses her memory, regressing to the mentality of a five-year-old child. As a beggar on the streets, she is rescued by Jimmy, the seemingly frail CEO of the Pham Group. Zelma and Jimmy entered into a quick marriage. However, their happiness was short-lived as the Pham family treated Zelma poorly. Without meaning to, she outsmarted them all with her playful tricks. During a confrontation with Jimmy's stepmother, Zelma unexpectedly regained her memories and decided to hide her true identity while living in the Pham household. As she and Jimmy worked together to stand up against their families, a deep bond forms between them, leading to an unexpected romance amidst the chaos.

When I was seven years old, a handsome man Mom brought home gave me a box of mangoes. That day, Dad watched me happily eating the mangoes as he signed his name on the divorce agreement. Then, he jumped to his death. From that day on, mangoes became a lifelong nightmare for me. So, on our wedding day, I told my wife, Irene Johnson, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." She held me without saying a word. From that moment on, mangoes became forbidden for her as well. … On the fifth Christmas Eve after we got married, Irene's childhood sweetheart, Steven Carter, placed a mango on her desk. That same day, she announced that she was cutting ties with him and fired him from the company. That day, I felt that she was the woman destined for me. ... Six months later, I return from overseas after closing a billion-dollar deal. At the celebration dinner, Irene hands me a drink. After I drink half of it, Steven, the man who was kicked out of the company, stands behind me and grins. "Is the mango juice good?" he asks. I look at Irene in disbelief, but she is holding back a laugh. "Don't be mad. Steve insisted I play a joke on you. I didn't give you a mango, just a bottle of its juice. "But I think Steve is right. There's something wrong with you for not eating mangoes. Look at how much you enjoyed it just now!" she says. I keep a cold expression, raise my hand, and splash the remaining mango juice onto her face. Then, I turn and walk away. Some things are never a joke. Mangoes aren't, and neither is my decision to divorce.