Love After Marriage Movie Collection

A man as high as the sky, Choi Hyunseo, the heir to Miwoo Group, extends a scouting offer to Tae-yeon, a low-ranking employee in the PR team. Tae-yeon, struggling with her mother’s hospital bills and facing the need to take on part-time work once the company closes, cautiously asked what it was about. “It’s a job of becoming the mother of my soon-to-be-born child, my wife.” It was a job that involved enjoying the benefits of being a part of Miwoo Group while becoming Choi Hyunseo’s wife. Raising another woman’s child... Tae-yeon was left speechless in front of this huge proposal. It was no surprise she was shocked—if it weren’t the man she had secretly loved for years, she might not have been as surprised.

Claire, a small-town girl working at a fried chicken shop, accidentally stumbles into the hotel suite of U.S. President William. After helping him relieve an aphrodisiac’s effects with her body, she then aids the gunshot-wounded president in evading his pursuers. Grateful, William proposes a contractual marriage—but Claire mistakenly believes he’s just a presidential body double. The truth only comes crashing down when she’s kidnapped by the mafia and William storms in with a Special Forces team.

Gangster William was attacked and saved by a passing nurse, Hannah. William fell in love with Hannah at first sight. He didn't care that Hannah had someone to marry. He wanted Hannah. Hannah came from a family of policemen. His father was a policeman and his brother died fighting crime. What happens to Hannah's relationship with gangster William?

After her divorce, Jessica lived alone, raising her son Kimi, but faced difficulties resolving his household registration issues. To solve this problem, Jessica chose to marry Ryan, CEO of the RG Group. After the marriage, Ryan accidentally discovered that Kimi might be his biological son, prompting him to launch a thorough investigation. Lucian attempted to claim Kimi's identity for illegal benefits fraudulently. Through Ryan's efforts, the truth was ultimately revealed, and Lucian received legal punishment. They finally reunited happily and have a new chapter of their lives together.

My husband sent our five-year-old twins to hell, all because they dared to upset his precious first love. The men from the "behavior correction camp" burst into our home and dragged our sobbing girls away. Their tiny hands clung to the car door, crying and screaming for their daddy. Kathleen and I found them the next day. My girls, lifeless and bruised. Their breaths stilled forever. Meanwhile, my husband was on Instagram, celebrating the pregnancy of his beloved.

Vera and her husband Lucas once survived a life-or-death fire together. Yet years later, in their contractual marriage, Lucas—plagued by selective amnesia—failed to recognize that his wife was the "white moonlight" he’d never forgotten. Instead, he treated her with cold indifference and even pressed her for a divorce. Vera tried to reveal her true identity to Lucas, only to be sabotaged by her romantic rival. She narrowly escaped death in a car crash, but was rescued just in time by Victor, a powerful mafia boss—who soon realized Vera was his long-lost biological sister. Overnight, Vera—still suffering from memory loss—transformed into a globally dazzling mafia heiress. Meanwhile, Lucas, who’d seemed cold and heartless on the surface, began to act with "tsundere" reluctance: he couldn’t help but go to great lengths to win her back, embarking on an arduous, bittersweet journey to chase his wife. The two navigated countless predicaments—from a wealthy tycoon vying for Vera’s affection, to a two-faced rival scheming against her, and even a seemingly kind man setting traps for them—before finally clearing up their misunderstandings and committing to each other. Just as they found their way back to one another, however, the haunting doubt of "unexpectedly becoming a father" (to a child he didn’t initially recognize as his own) came crashing back…

She died betrayed. Given a second chance, she walks calmly into the marriage meant to ruin her, to an heir lost in a coma. But fate has its own script: he awakens, and her world transforms. With newfound power and protection, she reclaims every piece of the life stolen from her.

The day before our wedding, my fiancé, Alexander Carter, died in a horrific car accident. Everyone thought I would collapse, that I would lose my mind with grief. But I didn’t. I neither cried nor made a scene. Five years later, in a top-tier luxury hotel in Manhattan, that man “came back from the dead.” He was openly fucking my stepsister, Marjorie. Shirtless and brazen, he pinned her against a chaise longue in the middle of an open party, forcing her legs apart and driving into her without restraint. Her shrill moans cut through the room. A heap of used condoms on the floor made it clear they’d been at it for a long time. When he noticed me standing alone, he didn’t stop. He thrust harder, drawing even louder cries from her, then looked at me with a smug smile. “So you’re my fiancée?” he said arrogantly. “You waited five years for me?” He sneered. “How desperate can you be? That kind of obsession is creepy. Still, since you love me so much, I’ll be generous. I can keep you as my mistress. But the title of Mrs. Carter belongs to Marjorie. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are hers. Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, I’ll come to you. Be grateful.” I smiled. “You’ve mistaken me for someone else.” What Alexander didn’t know was that the night of his car accident, I received a video. What he didn’t know was that while he and Marjorie spent five carefree years in Europe, I had already married—and had a four-year-old daughter. And my husband was his uncle, the true power behind the Carter family.

My husband said I was too conservative. He said he felt no physical desire for me. The very next day, he sent me to a Perfect Wife Training Program. He said I needed to “free my nature” and learn how to serve a man. I was stripped naked and put on display. “A wife who doesn’t know how to please her husband?” “Your husband paid a fortune to send you here. We’ll make sure he gets his money’s worth.” On the day they announced my “final inspection,” my husband watched as I performed for different men. He completely lost control. I licked the scars on my own body and smiled sweetly. “Honey, thanks to your careful guidance, I’ve finally become a qualified wife.” “The men I served were in heaven.” “Do you like me now?” He pulled me into his arms and broke down, sobbing.

On New Year’s Eve Eve, I took two men to the Los Angeles Marriage License Bureau. I held a divorce paper from my current husband and a remarriage application with my ex. The two men fought over me, yet they never truly saw me. I once loved them with all my heart, but now I have no strength left to love. I am dying. For me, it makes no difference who I marry in the end.