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딸과 조카의 백일잔치를 함께 열었는데, 시어머니가 그 자리에서 금팔찌 두 개를 꺼내셨다. “우리 사랑하는 손녀와 큰 외손자, 하나씩 선물 줄 거야. 소희야, 내가 편애한다고 말하면 안 돼, 알았지?” 시어머니는 기분 좋게 아이들에게 팔찌를 채워주셨다. 그러나 딸이 팔찌를 찬 지 30분도 되지 않아 울음을 그치지 않았고, 손목에는 붉은 반점이 가득했다. 나는 다급한 마음에 즉시 119에 전화를 걸었지만, 시어머니가 한사코 나를 붙잡고 자신의 결백을 증명하라고 했다. 시어머니의 억지로 딸은 제때 응급 처치를 받지 못한 채 내 품에서 숨을 거뒀다. 다시 눈을 떴을 때, 나는 그날의 백일잔치 현장으로 돌아와 있었다. ‘이런 좋은 물건은 역시 당신의 사랑하는 외손자에게나 줘.’

어느덧 결혼 30주년을 맞이한 우리 부부는 그해 서로 등 돌리게 되었다. 그날 임시로 출장이 잡혔던 남편은 집으로 돌아올 수 없었다. 난 이미 식어버린 음식을 바라보다가 마음마저 식어버리는 메시지를 받게 되었다. 그렇다, 결혼기념일에 난 남편의 호텔 체크인 내용이 담긴 메시지를 보게 되었다. [출장 나왔으면 당연히 호텔에서 묵어야 하는 거 아니야?] 남편은 무엇인가 숨김이 있었고 난 호텔 내부를 영상으로 보여달라고 했었다. 하지만 제 발이 저린 남편은 이내 답장하지 않았었다. 아이러니하게도 아들 역시 내 편이 아니었다. “엄마, 제발 좀 그만해요. 밤낮없이 일하러 다니는 아빠가 불쌍하지도 않아요?” 모든 사람의 눈에서 난 행복하고 평범한 가정주부였다. 자상한 남편을 둔 아내로서 어엿하게 자란 아들을 둔 엄마로서 난 응당 행복하여야만 했다. 하지만 그 메시지를 보게 된 순간 난 모든 것에 흥미를 잃어버리게 되었다. 남편도 아들도 내가 바보처럼 아무것도 모르는 줄 착각하고 있으니 말이다. ‘이혼하고 싶어.’ 힘들게 살아온 지난 30년의 막을 이쯤에서 내리고 싶었다. [나 원 참, 노망났어? 그딴 소리 좀 하지도 마.] 남편은 나를 붙잡기 위해서 어두운 밤을 뚫고 부랴부랴 집으로 달려왔었다. 그러던 도중에 그만 차 사고를 당하게 되고 말았다. 남편은 그로 인해 나한테 아내 자격이 없다는 둥 엄마 자격이 없다는 둥 갖은 쓴소리를 퍼부었다. 눈이 돌아간 버린 아들을 바라보면서 병상에 누워 병약한 척 하는 남편을 바라보면서 난 마음속으로 쓰고 차가운 웃음을 지었다. ‘아픈 척, 가여운 척, 억울한 척... 그깟 연기 그렇게 하고 싶어? 그럼, 어디 한번 끝까지 해봐!’

The day after my best friend, Sarah Blunt married Patrick, the second son of the Brosnan family, I too became a bride and wed Matthew, his older brother. She married a swimming champion, and I, the rock-climbing coach. We thought we had our futures all figured out. Then, something happened that summer. The four of us planned a getaway but Matthew and Patrick’s baby sister, Megan joined us and our peaceful trip became a crowded affair.  While rock climbing, disaster struck—the rope snapped, and all five of us plummeted into the river below. The brothers rushed frantically to save Megan, leaving Sarah and me at the mercy of the river’s current, battered and tossed like driftwood. By the time the rescue team pulled us from the water, we were bruised, scraped, and utterly spent. In the hospital, Megan and I received devastating news that would change everything.  “You’ve been pregnant for 40 days, Ma’am. How could you put yourself in such a risky situation? Your baby survived, but your friend lost hers.” Shaken, I called Matthew to tell him about the pregnancy. His anger cut through the line. “You’re angry that I went to Megs first and now you’re trying to fool me with a fake pregnancy? She’s my sister—it’s my duty to protect her!” Sarah faced her own storm. Patrick practically scoffed at her grief. “Miscarriage? Do you expect me to believe that? The doctors said you only had a 30% chance of conceiving. I can’t stand women who create drama out of nothing.” Both calls ended abruptly, leaving us stunned as we stared at each other in the sterile light of the hospital room. In that shared silence, we made our decision—we would leave these men behind and start anew, launching a business together. But when the brothers received our divorce papers, they showed up at my door in the middle of a storm, kneeling in the pouring rain, crying through the night for a second chance.

When I'm paying the pension for my jobless wife, Lilith Ingram, I accidentally find out that she's had a job this whole time. She's paid a salary of two thousand dollars, which is wired into her personal bank account. Every month, the money will be transferred elsewhere, leaving her without a single cent. I've never seen the money before. Back when our daughter, Maisy Ingram, was severely ill, we were 200 dollars short to pay for her hospital bills. I was so poor that I had to sell my blood and beg everyone around me just to get them to lend me money. But during that time, Lilith never thought of sharing the burden with me. She merely comforted me with empty words before transferring two thousand dollars to her first love, Hayden Grant, the next day. Our marriage of 30 years is reduced to nothing but a laughingstock. I place the divorce agreement that I've printed out in front of Lilith. It's a silent confrontation between us. "Must you really resort to this method?" Lilith snaps impatiently. "It's just two thousand dollars! You have an annual salary of 200 thousand dollars! Why care so much about chum change?" Even Maisy takes her side by calling me a petty, stingy geezer. "Everyone has an unattainable first love when they're still young! You should be grateful that Hayden has been holding back his urges without crossing the line for so many years!" I feel as though I got struck by lightning at that moment. It's then that I belatedly realize I'm the only outsider in this family. "Getting a divorce is fine by me. Hayden's getting on with the years. I just want to take care of him and send him off when his time eventually arrives." Maisy adapts a righteous tone. "As compensation for me, I get the house, the car, and the savings. You're leaving this marriage without a single cent under your name."

受験の失敗で自分に自信が持てず、閉じこもりがちだった綾。 そんな綾が再び外の世界に目を向けたのは、通りすがりに一目ぼれした花屋カフェがきっかけだった。 臆病だけど本来は明るい性格の綾が人と触れ合い、関わって成長していく。 再び歩きはじめるために 必要なものは何でしょう アルバイト店員 三森　綾　19歳 元は大手商社のエリートだったらしい オーナー兼マスター 一瀬　陵　30歳 無表情で一見冷ややかなその人 時折見せる優しさに 綾は少しずつひかれていく パティシエ 片山信也25歳 チャラい外見と言葉遣いで不真面目に見られがちだが 実は案外気遣い屋 失恋したばかりの綾に わかりやすい程真っ直ぐな愛情表現を示してくれる

Blurb Kenapa, sih, wanita kalau sudah di atas 30 tahun dan belum menikah, disebut perawan tua? Tidak laku? Dan berbagai titel lainnya. Tidak itu di kota atau pun desa. Selalu saja hal itu menjadi gunjingan para kawan, sanak saudara, juga para tetangga. Seakan status jomlo adalah aib besar yang sangat memalukan. Ada apa sebenarnya dengan sugesti orang-orang tentang status jomlo? Padahal jomlo itu kan tidak merugikan siapa pun. Mereka bukan virus, bukan pula kutukan. Jadi tidak perlu dipermasalahkan. Seperti halnya aku. Aku Hasmi Azzahra. Seorang perawat di sebuah rumah sakit, yang kini berusia 32 tahun dan aku seorang jomlo! Sebenarnya, bukan mauku masih menjomlo seperti ini di usiaku yang sudah tidak muda lagi. Pengalaman buruk tentang lelaki berengsek di masa lalulah yang membuat aku seperti ini. Bukan aku trauma. Aku hanya ingin lebih seleksi lagi dalam memilih pasangan, karena aku tidak ingin kecewa kembali. Untuk memilih pasangan, aku tidak mungkin asal tunjuk, dan asal pilih mumpung ada yang mau, iya, kan? Karena menikah itu perkara panjang yang punya banyak poin untuk dipikirkan dan dipertimbangkan. Pokoknya aku tidak mau sampai salah pilih lagi! Jadi … tolong dimengerti, ya? Jomlo itu bukan aib, kok. Meski aku tidak tahu sampai kapan harus menjomlo seperti ini? Aku hanya bisa menunggu jodohku datang saja. Sekalipun, sebenarnya ada seorang pria yang sering membuatku galau tingkat dewa. Tapi, sikap datarnya membuatku kesulitan menebak isi hatinya. Hatiku semriwing saat dia melirikku. Namun, tensi darahku pun selalu naik tiap kali berinteraksi dengannya. Dia sangat menyebalkan! Namun, juga selalu aku rindukan. Jadi, haruskah aku mengejarnya? Atau cari pria yang lain saja, yang bisa memberiku kepastian. Yang mana, yang harus aku pilih untuk mengakhiri kejomloan ini?

Prologue Le jeu À force de toujours s'amuser avec le feu on finir toujours pas se brûler, c'est le cas de Belle une femme de 30 ans belle ,mére d'une petite fille et mariée à un grand richard. Mariée depuis 3 ans avec son mari qui était à l'extérieur Belle ne savais plus ce que c'était de s'amuser,de sortir et de se faire plaisir. Elle se contentait juste de jouer son rôle de femme mariée et de mère malgré qu'elle était dans le besoin d'un homme pour satisfaire ses envies charnelle ,elle menait ce train de vie jusqu'au jour où elle fit la connaissance d'un bel homme le jour de son anniversaire dans une boutique de bijoux. Ce dernier lui avait tellement frappé à l'oeil qu'elle décida de jouer avec lui en entretenant une relation extra congugale.Au début elle était réticente mais encourager par sa meilleure amie elle se mit en couple avec le bel homme tout en lui cachant sa situation matrimoniale et son enfant. Elle considérait la relation comme un jeu et une distraction au début mais tout se mit à basculer dans sa vie quand la relation qu'elle considérait comme un jeu devint très sérieux. Tout se corsait dans sa vie quand le bel homme l'a demande en mariage et surtout quand son mari revint de son voyage.. Que fera t'elle ? comment réagira son bel homme quand il apprendra la vérité ?vas t'elle demeuré avec son mari ou divorcé ?le bel homme lui pardonnera t'elle ce mensonge ?

Mhiya Anne, 17 years old, is a hardworking high school student juggling studies and work in the public market just to survive. Wala na siyang pamilya — mag-isa na lang siya sa buhay. Pero isang gabi, sa hindi inaasahang pangyayari, nabuntis siya ng kaklase niya matapos ang isang gabing di niya maalala—isang gabing lasing siya at walang matandaan. Pinatira siya ng pamilya ng lalaking nakabuntis sa kanya. Sa una, mabait. Pero nang mailabas ang anak niya, nagsimula ang totoong hirap. Pinilit siyang magtrabaho muli dalawang buwan pa lang ang nakakalipas mula sa panganganak, para raw “makabawi.” Ang mas masakit, ang ama ng kanyang anak may iba na — at never siyang pinanindigan. Hanggang sa isang araw, tumanggap siya ng text na bumasag sa puso niya: *“Dinala na namin sa ospital ang anak mo. Mataas ang lagnat. Maghanda ka ng malaking pera. Hindi kami magbabayad pang hospital ng anak mo. Kulang pa ang binibigay mo kada linggo.”* Luhaan siyang tumakbo sa ospital kahit walang-wala. Pero huli na ang lahat. Hindi na niya inabutan ang anak niya nang buhay. Doon gumuho ang buong pagkatao niya. Ang nag-iisa niyang dahilan para mabuhay… nawala. At sa araw ding ‘yon, wala na rin siyang dahilan para lumaban — hanggang sa isang hindi inaasahang babae ang lumapit sa kanya. Si Lorainne Montemayor. At isang alok ang magbabago sa buhay niya **Lorenzo Montemayor**, 30 years old. Gwapo. Matalino. Mayaman. Kilala sa mundo ng negosyo. Pero sa likod ng tagumpay ay isang pusong sugatan — iniwan ng kanyang long-time childhood fiancée, na nag loko pa at hindi kayang panindigan ang kanilang anak. Ayaw ng babae sa responsibilidad, iniwan ang lahat kay Lorenzo. Dalawang magkaibang mundo. Dalawang magkaibang sugat. Pero iisang dahilan kung bakit sila natutong lumaban — **ang kanilang anak.**

When I'm seven years old, my dad turns me in to the Court Judgment of the Born Wicked because of my tendency to vomit. If I'm found guilty, my blood ties with my dad will be forcibly severed. Then, I'll be sent to prison. Everyone claims that Dad is just making a fuss over nothing. "Your daughter is still so young, so it's natural for her to fall ill. As a father, you should be more considerate toward her." But when the evidence is shown, everyone clamps up immediately. There was once when Dad drank so much to the point he suffered from gastric bleeding. The business contract that he managed to convince his client to sign was all soiled because I vomited on him as soon as he got home. Thanks to me, the contract was voided. Dad got fired on the spot. During Bryce Fuller, my older brother's birthday, I vomited onto his birthday cake in front of his classmates. Because of that, Bryce was isolated by all of his classmates. He became so depressed that he tried to slit his wrist in an attempt to take his own life. I'll keep vomiting everywhere, be it at the dining table or on my bed. Dad and Bryce have to clean me up more than 30 times every day. They suffer greatly because of me. What angers everyone the most is that after I'm done vomiting, I'll laugh at everyone in a provocative manner. The judge gives his verdict instantly, claiming that I'm wicked by nature. Bryce's eyes redden immediately. As he cries, he tells me that he can't bear to see me leaving him. I never shed any tears, nor do I throw a tantrum. Instead, I accept the judge's verdict calmly, but with a prerequisite condition that the judge finishes watching my memories. The judge is shocked, to say the least. "We'll have to crack your skull open in order to extract your memories. You'll be in a world of pain. Are you sure about that?" I nod in determination. But Bryce, on the other hand, looks alarmed. "I won't agree to that!"

During the two months that I was away for a competition, my neighbors insulted me in the neighborhood’s common group chat. [The girl living on the ninth floor, you look like a decent girl. Why are you bringing so many men back home every day?] [Can you moan a little softer? I don’t care if you’re a sex worker, but if you keep making loud noises until midnight, don’t blame me for calling the police!] [Don’t call the police yet. I haven’t had my turn. How much are you charging, Charlene?] My heart sank. Before I left for my competition, I had asked my boyfriend, Jacob Smith, to take care of my luxury river-view apartment. That way, he could keep an eye on my expensive paintings. What was happening? I rushed home in confusion, but when I opened the door, I was further dumbfounded. My 3,000-square-foot apartment had been partitioned into 30 rooms. Meanwhile, Jacob’s childhood friend, Prissy Black, was holding a string of keys as she collected rent money. When they saw me, everyone started laughing. “What? Are you here to rent from Prissy after learning that she’s providing cheap rooms in such a pristine location? “Too bad everyone knows that you’re eyeing her boyfriend. You won’t be able to benefit from doing such a thing!” I was extremely furious as I approached Jacob to talk about it. However, he told me that it was Prissy’s dream to be a landlady. He asked me not to pay it any mind and to treat it as doing a good deed. “You’re rich anyway. Don’t be so calculative. Everyone’s happy now, so what’s wrong with that?” The keys tinkled in Prissy’s hand as if they were taunting me. “This house doesn’t welcome stray animals like you. You have yourself to blame for not having such a nice boyfriend.” The two of them acted all lovey-dovey in front of me, and I immediately called the police. “Someone’s trespassing on my property, and my painting that’s worth 15 million dollars has gone missing. What type of punishment would this entail?”