Anniversary 3rd Artinya

On their third wedding anniversary, Ava's life takes a heartbreaking turn when she discovers her husband's shocking betrayal: he’s been having an affair with her stepsister, Autumn. Devastated and feeling lost, Ava realizes the love she gave him was met with betrayal and deceit. Now pregnant and facing heartbreak, she decides to file for divorce. Just when she thinks she can finally move on, Jerome, her ex-husband, returns, begging for a second chance and claiming he was just a pawn in Autumn's cruel game. Will Ava take a leap of faith and give love another shot, or is it time to close the door on the past for good?

Blurb: "Nama aslinya Natalie Amber Kyle. Dulunya bekerja sebagai seorang pelayan di sebuah cafe. Kemudian bertemu dengan seorang agen mata-mata wanita. Mulai mengikuti kegiatan mata-mata dan aktif sebagai agen saat berusia 19 tahun. Sepertinya ia lebih banyak mengambil kasus yang berkaitan dengan wanita penggoda dan sepertinya sedang menjalankan misi dari kliennya," terang Jeremy, panjang lebar. "Hei, Rai. Jangan bilang kau tertarik pada gadis itu. Sekali berhubungan dengannya, riwayatmu akan tamat!" seru Jeremy memperingatkan. Usai menggerakkan satu jarinya di leher. Yang berarti mati. "Kau sangat tahu aku, bukan? Aku sangat suka tantangan. Lagipula bukankah menurut informasi dia selalu menjalankan tugas yang berkaitan dengan wanita penggoda. Itu artinya, para lelaki yang dia dekati pasti berhubungan dengan wanita penggoda. Kurasa dia hanya membuka kedok asli dari para pria bajingan. Aku jadi ingin memberinya sebuah misi." Rai tersenyum, sembari memikirkan sebuah siasat. Benarkah Natalie adalah seorang mata-mata yang menyamar jadi wanita penggoda? Dan apa misi yang dimaksud Rai?

Seorang anak berusia enam tahun, hidup sebatang kara tanpa memiliki kedua orang tua atau keluarga, pertempuran besar membuatnya harus terpisah dengan kedua orang tua, ia juga harus menjalani hidup penuh rintangan di dunia Nirvana, anak tersebut bernama Lan Shi atau Putra pertama Sang pembalik Langit Dunia Persilatan, ayahnya adalah Raja Para dewa, sedangkan ibunya Seorang Dewi keadilan. Identitas Lan Shi tidak diketahui siapapun, di usia enam tahun Lan Shi tinggal bersama kakek An Hui, perjalanannya dimulai sambil mencari keberadaan ayah dan ibunya. Lan Shi memiliki seorang teman ajaib yaitu Peri kecil atau pasir waktu, peri kecil memberitahu kalau banyak orang sedang memburunya, ia memutuskan untuk bersembunyi di dalam kantong kecil milik Lan Shi. Tiga tahun tinggal di hutan, Pria tua menemukan keberadaan Lan Shi, ia mengangkat sebagai cucu asuh dan membawanya pulang kediaman keluarga, keluarga tersebut diberi nama keluarga An, sekarang Lan Shi dipanggil dengan sebutan An Lan yang artinya subur tak pernah layu dalam bahasa dunia persilatan.

“Apa yang bisa saya lakukan supaya nilai saya bagus, Pak?” Diana bersandar di kursinya, menatap penuh arti pada pria yang dikenal sebagai dosen killer itu. Dosen dengan reputasi dingin bernama Damar Setyawan itu menaikkan satu alis. Senyum tipis melintas di wajahnya yang lebih mirip ejekan daripada keramahan. “Kamu sudah gagal empat kali, Diana. Kamu tahu artinya? Gelar sarjanamu bisa lenyap. Masa depanmu habis.” Diana pura-pura menggigit bibir bawahnya, lalu mencondongkan tubuhnya pada pria itu. “Kalau begitu … saya harus cari jalan lain, ‘kan?” suaranya terdengar manja, sengaja dibuat lirih. “Saya tahu Bapak bisa bantu. Saya bisa … membalas dengan cara lain.” Diana berhenti sebentar, menahan senyum nakal di bibir. “Saya bisa kok jadi sugar baby Bapak,” lanjutnya, pelan tapi jelas. “Anggap saja … kompensasi tutup mulut atas malam itu.” Tatapan Damar mengeras, seakan menimbang keseriusannya. Tapi Diana tidak bergeming. Ia justru semakin berani, bibirnya mendekat ke telinga pria itu. “Saya serius, Pak,” bisiknya dengan mata berkilat menantang. “Kapan kita mulai?”

On the day of our ninth wedding anniversary, I sat in the empty living room and summoned the system I had not contacted in ages. "System, help me submit an application. I've decided to leave this world." The cold, mechanical voice came through, and somehow it sounded comforting. "Understood, Harry. Your departure application has been received. The space-time corridor is being constructed. I will come to retrieve you in one week." I hummed quietly and stared at my phone screen. A family photo of three stared back. In the photo, I stood in the center holding an adorable little girl. A beautiful woman stood beside me, kissing my cheek.

On the seventh year of our anniversary, the anniversary gift my husband, Anthony Walker, has given me is a divorce agreement that is valid for seven days. He has planned all this just because he has his eye on a female intern in his company, who is seven years younger than him. So, he wants to be in a legitimate relationship with her that only lasts for seven days. On the first day, they reserve an entire cinema for themselves. After that, they make love to each other from the doorway to the seats. On the second day, they set off fireworks at the beach. The fireworks are so bright that half of the city is illuminated by them. On the fifth day, the intern, Tanya Lindt, barges into my art exhibition. With tears running down her face, she accuses me of being the side chick in her relationship in front of the mass media. That night, news of a rising female painter becoming a homewrecker for the sake of love goes viral. More than 100 thousand malicious comments directed at me are posted in the comment section. On the sixth day, Anthony apologizes to me on Tanya's behalf. Apparently, the punishment he has set for her is that she's not allowed to go shopping for three days. On the seventh day, Anthony finally realizes that something is wrong. He calls me 99 times just to remind me that we'll get remarried the next day. "Okay," I say to him. Then, I inform my assistant to check in my baggage. What Anthony doesn't know is that I already came up with a plan to further my studies overseas seven days ago. This time, I'm not going to waste my time on him anymore.

On her third wedding anniversary, Leila discovered her husband, Alpha Enzo, was cheating on her with another woman who was already pregnant with his child. Despite her love for him, she initially chose to feign ignorance. However, he callously served her with divorce papers and severed their bond. Drowning in sorrow after the divorce, Leila sought solace in a bar, where she had a one-night stand with a stranger. Two months later, she found out she was pregnant with triplets fathered by the mysterious stranger. What will be Leila's reaction to this unexpected turn of events? And if she ever encounters the stranger again, will she reveal that she has given birth to his children?

On our tenth anniversary, I came home with roses and the biggest deal of my career. I expected celebration. Instead, I found my husband in bed with my cousin. They looked at me like I was the one who had interrupted something that mattered. That night, I walked away from the man I thought loved me and the company I built. They thought I vanished. They rebranded everything in my absence, twisted the story, and erased my name from what I created. But I did not disappear. I became Juliana Cross. And I am not here to beg for what was mine. I am here to take it all back.

It's the tenth anniversary of my bonding with my warrior mate, Owen Chase, and also our son Leo's birthday. A month earlier, I spent $8000 arranging a trip to the Blood Moon Forest. I plan to take my mate and pup to the Moon Goddess' sacred grounds to receive her blessings. This is supposed to be a happy anniversary celebration for our complete werewolf family. I've prepared everything and booked tickets for the Twilight Coach. But on the night before our departure, Owen and Leo suddenly block our mind-link. "Dad and I are having dinner with Ms. Emma on the 24th floor of Moonlight Restaurant. We've cancelled the tickets—we're not going." The call ends there. They promptly block my number as well. I rush back to our pack overnight, only to find that the security system no longer recognizes me. That night, every household locks its doors and activates protective barriers against the toxic mist of the Silver Mines in the nearby Moonveil Valley, while I could only huddle on the stone steps outside our house, inhaling the silver-laden fog all night. The poisonous substances flood my systems. I am sent to the hospital, burning with fever as my wolf grows weaker with every labored breath. Meanwhile, my family is busy touring Central City with Emma Skinner, spending the money I had worked so hard to earn. Owen posts a photo on his social media. In the photo, Emma, my mate Owen, and my child Leo stand hand-in-hand in front of the wishing fountain in Central City, all smiling brightly. The caption reads: "A perfect trip, a perfect family of three." It is only then that I finally understand—this family exists in name only. It's time for me to rebuild my life.

On our wedding anniversary, I canceled all my meetings and made a reservation at a restaurant. That evening, my wife, the renowned investigative journalist Amaya Shaw, called me. “Efim, I’m sorry! I just received a tip from a source. It’s urgent. “It involves inside information about a well-known company. I have to go verify it immediately!” But the next day, I saw that Javor Furey, the junior she had brought along, had posted a collage on his social media. The central photo showed Amaya wearing a childish birthday hat. Her head was pressed against Javor’s, as they made a wish together in front of a cake covered in candles. This was the caption. [Thanks, my dear Ms. Shaw! Even in the midst of her busy schedule chasing big stories, she remembered to give me this surprise birthday!] [Chasing big stories.] I stared at those three words. Then, I glanced at the limited-edition bag on our dining table. It was the one she had been raving about for half a year. It was the anniversary gift I had prepared for her. I felt absurd. I commented just two words under that post. [How touching.] Her call came in almost the second I hit send. She sounded furious. “Efim, do you have to be so sarcastic? “It’s just an anniversary. How old are you? Why are you still celebrating such childish anniversaries?” From our first year of marriage to the present, her “tip-offs from informants” and “special circumstances” always took precedence over our promises. This time, she could not even be bothered to come up with a plausible excuse. I did not say anything. I hung up and blocked her number. This marriage was over.