6 Word Story

My husband was in the late stages of liver cancer. Afraid of dragging me down, he committed suicide by jumping into the river. I couldn’t swim, but I dove in after him without hesitation. To give him the will to live on, I told him about winning the lottery. He pretended to struggle but took the chance to shove me underwater, drowning me. Before I could rest in peace, he ran off abroad with his first love using my money. Only then did I realize that he had planned to fake his death all along just to get rid of me! When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he jumped into the river. You wanted to die, huh? Well, let me help you with that!

I discover that I'm a homewrecker after dating my boyfriend for a decade. We're looking at marital homes when his wife seeks me out. She beats me up in public and rips my hair out, yet all he does is hurry to her after I've pushed her to the floor. Why? Because she's pregnant. Later, he gets a divorce and begs me to marry him. "I'm begging you, Madison. Forgive me this once."

My best friend was a "mistress breakup consultant". I had lent her money to start her business, and her very first job turned out to be breaking up my own marriage. "Jessie, what's the point of a loveless marriage? You've wasted Harold's time for five years. Are you really going to keep clinging to him and making him miserable for the rest of his life?" my best friend asked. I laughed at the self-righteous nonsense she was spouting and had security escort her out. She came right back, though, this time with a so-called "Anti-Mistress Alliance", live-streaming the chaos as they broke into my company. "The one who isn't loved is the real intruder!" "Fight for love at all costs!" They chanted while smashing up my office. I watched them calmly, waiting until they wore themselves out before pulling out a contract. "The 100,000 dollars you borrowed from me has been overdue for six months. If you don't repay it soon, I'll be forced to take legal action. "And, the lab equipment you've destroyed is valued at 5,550,000 dollars. You'll need to compensate me at full price. "Otherwise, I'll see you in court."

To save my husband, I drank until my stomach bled. Despite making it to the hospital, no one would treat me—all because he, a prominent surgeon, forbade anyone from attending to his own wife. In a previous life, he had saved me, a deed that fate cruelly repaid: the same day he saved me, his beloved, Lily Evans, tragically died during surgery. Consumed by regret, he lamented, "If I hadn't saved you, she might still be alive." On my birthday, in a twisted celebration, he intoxicated both me and our daughter. In a horrifying turn, he used his surgical skills to ruthlessly stab us both. As I lay bleeding, I begged for our daughter's life, pleading with him to spare her, his biological child. He coldly justified his brutality by claiming that being tied to me caused him to miss his chance with his true love. Fueled by a desperate need to protect my daughter, I fought him ferociously. He inflicted thirty-eight merciless wounds on me before turning his murderous intent towards our child. As I faced death, my last sight was of him, his decision clear as he once again chose his lost love over his living family.

My best friend asked me to conduct a blood test on her before she got married to the richest man in the city. That was how I found out that she had AIDS. Due to patient confidentiality and her claim that her fiance would not mind, I did not tell him about her diagnosis. Later on, he contracted AIDS as well. When this happened, my best friend went online and pointed the finger at me. “Maya Sullivan intentionally kept the results of my blood test a secret. That’s why my husband got AIDS. It’s all her fault!” Even my boyfriend added fuel to the fire. “This isn’t the first time Maya has set Pearl up. She only got AIDS because Maya used an infected needle to take her blood sample!” No matter how much I insisted otherwise, everyone kept hounding me about it. To avoid the fallout, I was forced to move myself and my parents to another city to start fresh. However, in a fit of rage, Pearl’s husband crashed into our car and killed all of us. He was later sentenced to death, so Pearl inherited all of his assets. She then lived in luxury with my boyfriend. When I opened my eyes again, I discovered that I had gone back in time. It was the day that Pearl had undergone her health checkup.

คำโปรย: "ถ้าแดชขอโทษมัน สัญญามาก่อนดิว่าดีน่าจะยอมเป็นแฟนกับแดช" แดชยกมือขึ้นกอดอกขณะที่ ใบหน้าหล่อคมก้มลงหาใบหน้าสวยหวานจนแทบจะแนบชิดติดเป็นคนๆ เดียวกัน "ดีน่าจะยอมเป็นแฟนของแดชไหมละ" แนะนำตัวละคร พระเอก: แดช ชนัศชัย ศิวาพร ลูกชายหัวแก้วหัวแหวนของไฮโซหนุ่ม 'ชินสีห์ ศิวา พร' และ 'อัญชลี ศรีบุญผึ้ง' กำลังศึกษาอยู่ใน ระดับชั้นมัธยมศึกษาตอนปลายปีที่6 แดชเป็นเด็ก หนุ่มที่มีความก้าวร้าวและเอาแต่ใจตัวเอง หากจะมี ก็เพียงแค่บุคคลหนึ่งที่แดชยินยอมเธอได้ทุกอย่าง ไม่ว่าเธอจะร้องขออะไรก็ตาม ด้วยหวังว่ามันจะ ทำให้เธอยอมรับเขาเข้าไปข้างในหัวใจของเธอ แต่ก็มีเพียงสิ่งเดียวเท่านั้นที่หญิงสาวร้องขอจาก แดชและนับได้ว่าเป็นเรื่องที่ยากที่สุดสำหรับคน เกเรอย่างแดช เธอขอให้เขา 'เลิกรังแกข่มเหงคน อื่น' แลกกับการที่เธอจะตกลงเป็นแฟนกับเขา... ดีน่า ดรัลพร สุรพลพรัญชัย ดีน่าเป็นเพื่อนร่วมห้องเดียวกันกับแดช แน่นอนว่า ดีน่าเองก็รู้ตัวมาเสมอว่าแดชนั้นมีความรู้สึกแบบ ไหนต่อตัวเอง แต่เพราะความก้าวร้าวและป่าเถื่อน ของแดชจึงทำให้ดีน่าเลือกที่จะทำเป็นไม่รับรู้ถึง ความรู้สึกในส่วนนั้นที่แดชมีต่อเธอ ก่อนที่พ่อและ แม่ของแดชจะเดินทางมาหาเธอด้วยตัวเองเพื่อร้องขอให้ดีน่าช่วยรับลูกชายของพวกตนไปไว้ใน พิจรณา ด้วยรู้ดีว่าดีน่านั้นเป็นเพียงคนเดียวที่จะ กำราบเจ้าเด็กดื้ออย่างลูกชายของพวกตนได้...

'เขา'หลงรักเธอตั้งแต่แรกพบ อยากครอบครอง อยากดูแลและอยากปกป้อง เขาจึงตั้งใจผูกมัดเธอไว้ด้วยการแต่งงานปลอมๆ ในระยะเวลา 6เดือน ทว่าความเจ้าเล่ห์ของเขามีมากกว่าที่เธอคิดไว้ เขาใช้ทุกวิธีในการทำให้เธอตกเป็นของเขาทั้ง'กาย' และ 'ใจ' โดยเขาเองก็ไม่รู้ว่าตัวเองนั้นตรงสเปคของหญิงสาวคนนี้ตั้งแต่แรกพบแล้วเช่นกัน..... "เธอชื่ออะไร" เขาถามเธอด้วยน้ำเสียงที่นุ่มนวล "ฉะ..ฉันชื่อ ทิชา ค่ะ-//-" เธอตอบด้วยน้ำเสียงตะกุกตะกัก เพราะเขาหล่อมากก เเถมยังเป็นสเปคของเธออีกด้วยย

On the highway, a chain-reaction crash happened out of nowhere. I was left with a fractured skull, barely hanging on. When my husband—who's a well-known respiratory specialist—showed up, he didn't even look at me. He rushed past, straight to his first love. She had nothing more than a scrape on her arm. I tried to call out for help, but he just turned and looked at me like I was being dramatic. "You're fine. Don't act like you're so fragile," he snapped, brushing me off like my pain didn't matter. At the hospital, things only got worse. He used his position to get every bit of attention, monopolizing the medical staff, and as my supposed sole family member, he signed the papers to abandon my treatment. "It's just a fractured skull," he said, sounding totally calm. "Save the woman in my arms first. She's a renowned painter. She's more important." As I started to lose consciousness, his muttered words cut through the fog, "You're better off dead. We don't want anyone knowing about Leona's drunk driving."

Pagkatapos ideklara ng doktor na brain dead ang anak kong si Mia Powell, kinumbinsi ako ng asawa kong si Liam Powelle na pirmahan ang organ donation consent form. Kasalukuyan ako noong nalulunod sa pagdadalamhati at malapit na ring mawala ang katinuan sa aking isipan. Dito ko aksidenteng nadiskubre na ang doktor ng aking anak na si Blair Lincoln ay ang dating kasintahan ng aking asawa. Nagsinungaling sila sa pagiging brain dead ni Mia para pirmahan ko ang form at makuha ang puso nito na kanilang gagamitin para mailigtas ang anak ni Blair na si Sophia. Pinanood ko ang pagsundo ni Liam kay Sophia sa ospital. Nakangiting umalis ang mga ito para bang isa silang perpekto at masayang pamilya. Nang kumprontahin ko ang mga ito, agad nila akong itinulak para mahulog mula sa isang building na siyang ikinamatay ko. Nang mabigyan ako ng ikalawang pagkakataon, bumalik ako sa araw kung kailan ko dapat pirmahan ang organ donation form. Tahimik akong nangako habang tinititigan ko ang nakahigang si Mia kaniyang hospital bed. Buhay ang sisingilin ko sa lalaking iyon at sa ex nito nang dahil sa ginawa nila kay Mia.

My roommate had a strange obsession with taking cold showers on the balcony. She claimed it helped detox her body and brightened her skin. I warned her, “You should be more mindful of your privacy.” However, she only laughed, accusing me of being jealous of her flawless figure. Then, disaster struck. Her shower photos were leaked online, and soon after, thugs showed up at our door, demanding to humiliate her. Instead of taking responsibility, she turned on me. “It’s her! She’s the shameless one showering on the balcony!” Betrayed and defenseless, I was dragged into the woods and left to die, my life snuffed out in humiliation and pain. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on that fateful day—the day my roommate took her first cold shower on the balcony.