Misjudged

Marcus found love against his mother's wish and would go at any length to make sure he and his lover are happy as it includes going against this mother. On the other side, his mother as well would go to any length to make sure he succumbs to what she wants even at the detriment of her son's lover. Marcus made a mistake. It affected his life and the lives of those around him differently and massively.

Hidden Mistakes is a heartwarming tale of love, trust, and forgiveness. Mia, a successful businesswoman, had her heart shattered by her fiancé, David, who secretly married someone else. After discovering she was pregnant with David's child, Mia was forced to make a difficult decision. Later, she finds love with her business associate, Derek, and becomes pregnant again, but keeps her secret hidden. Years later, Mia and Derek reconnect and feel an intense attraction to each other. But Mia's hidden mistakes threaten to destroy their newfound love. When Derek discovers the truth, he feels betrayed and struggles to come to terms with his newfound fatherhood. Mia must navigate her own feelings of guilt and shame for keeping the secret. As their relationship blossoms, Derek proves his love and commitment to Mia and their daughter. But Mia is hesitant, unsure if she can trust Derek to be a committed father and partner. Meanwhile, David and Mia's co-parenting relationship becomes strained due to their unresolved past. Despite the challenges they faced, Derek proves his love and commitment to Mia and their daughter, and they start a new life together, raising their child as a family. But secrets have a way of coming out, and Mia's past mistakes threaten to ruin everything. Will they find forgiveness and second chances? Find out in Hidden Mistakes

There wasn't a package pickup station anywhere in our apartment complex. So out of goodwill, I turned my storage room into a pickup station. I took in packages, organized shelves, labeled everything, and stayed up late every night waiting for people to pick up their deliveries. Then one day, a resident showed up at my door and accused me of stealing her $3,000 gold necklace. "You signed for the delivery. Now it's gone. You had to have opened the package and swapped it out." Residents crowded the hallway, whispering behind my back. Not one person defended me. My stomach dropped. They were the ones complaining about packages getting stolen off their doorsteps. I was the one helping them. But over one baseless accusation, they turned on me instantly. I didn't argue. I just sent a message in the group chat: [Notice: Effective immediately, the One-Penny Pickup Station is officially closed. I will no longer accept, store, or manage packages for residents. Please make other pickup arrangements going forward.]

After the young officer Edward Shaw took first place in a high-profile shooting exhibition attended by senior officials, his family adopted a rather peculiar tradition. At the annual family banquet, he would perform a blindfolded shooting. Whichever woman's token his bullet struck was taken as a sign that she would become his fiancée. Determined to marry him, I placed the handkerchief I had carefully chosen as close to him as possible. Yet, for three consecutive years, his shots hit nothing at all. I told myself the handkerchief must have been too light, too easy to miss. So each year, I replaced it with something more refined, more eye-catching than before. That illusion lasted until the night before my eighteenth birthday, when I happened to overhear him speaking with a friend at a reception. "Miss Jasmine's handkerchief is right in front. Even blindfolded, you should be able to hit it. How do you keep missing every year?" Edward swirled his glass, his tone casual. "Tracy's still young. The moment she hears I'm getting engaged, she starts crying. "I promised I'd wait until she's a little older. As for Jasmine, she's waited for me all these years. It's not like she's going anywhere." With that, he casually tossed his glass into a metal bucket in the corner. It rang out with a sharp, hollow clang. I lowered my gaze and thought of my younger sister, only a year younger than me. So it had never been about the token. It was about the person who placed it there. In that case, there was no reason for me to keep holding on. After all, my father had already arranged a marriage for me. Three days later, at that same family banquet, I would be formally engaged.

My younger son, who is seven, is bitten by a snake. I take him to my elder son's hospital to be treated. To my surprise, my elder son's girlfriend thinks I'm his mistress. Not only does she stop the medical personnel from treating my younger son, but she even slaps me. "My boyfriend and I are a perfect match. How dare you bring your illegitimate son here to challenge me!" She pins me to the floor as she pummels and harms me. She even screeches, "A slut like you will only stop going around seducing others once you're incapable of it!" I'm bruised, battered, and bleeding as I'm wheeled into the emergency room. My elder son handles the operation. His hand trembles as he clutches his scalpel, and he looks ashen. "Who did this to you, Mom?"

He is an egomaniac and a self-centered human who only opened up to his dead ex. And she is a young professor of psychology who once had everything she ever dreamed of. She looks like his first love. And he reminds her of her fiancé. They cross paths and are drawn to each other for two different reasons. Firstly, Anna thinks Dylan has a piece to her past while Dylan thinks Anna is his first love. In fixing the misunderstandings between themselves, they begin to see reasons why they were mistaken or not.