The Scum Bottom□□, and I Got a Happy Ending with Someone

[Modern BL anthology, first-person blurb, third-person main text] Story One: After my scummy lover cheated on me, I followed the clues, only to discover that the person who'd been cheating with him for thirteen years was the same man all along. I swore I'd get revenge, but only later realized the man I'd been flirting with was the cheater's twin brother. Me: Can I return him if I picked the wrong one? He slipped a wedding ring onto my finger: No. Him: If you want revenge, wouldn't it be better to become his sister-in-law? Story Two: When I realized I was just a sacrificial side character in a group-loved BL novel, I decided to win over the male lead and cast a shadow of non-virginity over the protagonists' romance. The process took an unexpected turn, but at least I accomplished my goal in the end. I never expected that from that day on, the male lead would cling to me like a plaster and refuse to let go. Male lead: You're the first man I've ever been with. You have to take responsibility for me. I clutched my aching waist and snapped: Say that again? The male lead changed his tune: I'm the first man you've ever been with. I'll take responsibility for you. What do I do when that makes me even angrier? Story Three: After our wealthy-family marriage alliance, my husband in name kept asking, "Does your husband know you get this wild when you're out?" I hesitated again and again, but never told him that he was my husband. Later, driven by jealousy, the man repeatedly begged me to divorce my husband and be with him. Me: Are you sure? Outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, he looked at me and fell into deep thought. "When did we get married?" he asked. Me: Three years ago. Him: ... How can someone not know he's been married for three years, and get jealous of himself? Story Four: The scummy male lead loves his white moonlight, but the white moonlight doesn't love him. So he settles for me, whose looks bear a slight resemblance to his beloved. He often asks if I know why he's with me, then smiles with satisfaction when I pretend to be confused. What he doesn't know is that, as the white moonlight's distant cousin, he looks more like him than I do. When he heard that I'd once confessed my feelings to the white moonlight, he went mad. Sorry, it wasn't just him. I, too, once loved the white moonlight deeply. Theme: Respect comes to those who value and rely on themselves.