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My boyfriend and I set out on a graduation trip, but in the remote wilderness, we were kidnapped. The abductors had cruel intentions toward me, and to protect my boyfriend, I played along, buying time for him to escape and get help. After our rescue, though, a video of my assault spread online, turning me into a target of vicious gossip. "She's the woman who got it on with two guys in the wild!" "Kidnapped but so into it? What a freak!" "How does she even show her face? Shameless!" When I confronted my boyfriend about the video, he dodged the question and broke up with me. "I'm about to start at a top company. I can't be with someone so tainted." Heartbroken, I was pushed off a rooftop to my death. But when I opened my eyes, I was back on the day of the kidnapping, given a second chance to rewrite my fate.

I was shattered to learn that my precious child was not mine. My own flesh and blood was gone forever. I was not going to crumble under the weight of the revelation or consume myself with hysteria or grief. Instead, I channeled my pain into putting my mother-in-law behind bars and breaking my husband before moving on with my life.

My girlfriend called me frantically out of the blue, saying her mother's water had broken. She begged me to take them to the hospital. But I lazily hung up the phone and turned away, buying myself an ice cream bar instead. In my previous life, her mother had also gone into labor late in life. I had risked everything to rush her to the hospital, running twelve red lights, pushing my car to the limit until the fuel gauge nearly burst. Yet, despite all that, her mother had lost the baby. Worse still, she turned around and accused me of killing the baby. My girlfriend had hated me for it, blaming me for her mother's inability to have children again. That very night, she and her shameless relatives took over my family's house, forcing my parents into such anger and despair that they ended up in the hospital. My company went bankrupt, and as if that weren't enough, I was beaten so severely that both my legs were broken. In the end, I fell into a deep depression and took my own life. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn. This time, I uncovered the secret her mother had been hiding.

Our bridal room was set on fire, and my husband, a firefighter, was grievously wounded while trying to save me. I sent him to be saved at the hospital where Winnie Sloan, his childhood friend worked, but the surgery ended up being a failure, and my husband passed away. After the announcement that my husband was deceased, Winnie told me that his dying wish was that he wanted a child. Hearing that, I powered through my grief and used the sperm he had previously frozen to conceive a child through IVF, raising my son to be enrolled in the most prestigious university in the area. On the day of the celebration party, my son kicked me out and invited my husband and Winnie onto the stage as his 'biological parents', and that's when I found out that my husband had faked his death. All those years ago, he and Winnie had swapped out the embryo I'd conceived in secret. The son I had painstakingly given birth to and raised turned out to have no blood relation to me whatsoever. Meanwhile, my husband had been enjoying a luxurious life overseas with Winnie while waiting for a chance to reconnect with his son. In my rage, I confronted them and demanded an explanation, but ended up dying because they pushed me down the stairs. When I came to, I was back to the day of the fire.

Trevor Farren cheated on me—with a hostess, no less. He bought her a villa, handbags, necklaces, and even whisked her away to the Maldives. Everything I had, she had too. In my fury, I resolved to retaliate. I found myself in the smoky halls of a nightclub, learning shameful, provocative moves from the women there. I would seduce him and make him fall for me all over again. I vowed to crush him in the end. I'd ruin him. Strip him of everything he held dear until he tasted the bitterness of despair, the way I had. Standing before the mirror, I traced my curves with a sly smile. "Trevor, do you like what you see?"

Ayu hanya seorang gadis desa biasa yang bekerja sebagai pembantu di rumah keluarga Ardiansyah, tempat para miliarder tinggal dalam kemewahan yang sunyi. Dia bertemu dengan Revan, tuan muda yang terjebak dalam pernikahan kosong dengan wanita sosialita ambisius. Tapi di balik sikap kaku dan diamnya, ia mulai luluh oleh ketulusan Ayu. Namun cinta mereka tak diizinkan. Nama besar, harga diri, dan masa lalu kelam keluarga siap merobek segalanya. Cinta ini haram. Tapi kenapa rasanya justru candu?

Hidup Gadis berubah total sejak ia menolong seorang pria asing yang terluka. Tanpa diduga, karena fitnahan keji, ia dan pria itu malah menikah. Tanpa tahu bahwa pernikahan itu akan mengikatnya pada rahasia kelam. Mahen, suami yang dingin tapi penuh perhatian, membawanya ke kota dan memberi kehidupan baru. Segalanya tampak sempurna, hingga Gadis tahu kebenarannya. Mahen bukan pria biasa. Ia adalah ayah dari sahabatnya sendiri. Dan lebih buruk lagi, Gadis hanyalah istri kedua yang disembunyikan. Antara cinta dan persahabatan, Gadis harus memilih bertahan dalam kebohongan, atau kehilangan segalanya demi kebenaran.

Le mariage d'un jeune couple se brise à petit feu à cause de l'attachement que la femme à pour son travail malgré l'amour qui les unit. Difficile pour elle d'être en même temps une femme au foyer et une femme d'affaires reconnue dans la société. Fatigué, son mari fait recours à une stratégie qui s'avérait être la pire de toutes les solutions pour résoudre le problême d'incompréhension qui détruit son mariage.

“หมอไฮน์” หมอหนุ่มไฟแรง สุภาพ อ่อนโยน เฉพราะบางคน เฉพาะบางเวลา เมื่ออยู่ในชุดกราวน์ หมอไฮน์คือแพทย์หนุ่มมากฝีมือในขณะที่อายุยังน้อย แต่เมื่อไหร่ที่อยู่นอกชุดกราวน์ หมอไฮน์คือ “เสือ” เมื่อตัวตนที่แสนน่ากลัวต้องปิดซ่อนเอาไว้ แม้ใจจะรักแต่กลับต้องผลักเธอออกจากชีวิต นั่นคือสิ่งที่เขาทำพลาด

“ฉันจ่ายนายสองแสน!” เมื่อเสียงหวานของหญิงสาวเอ่ยขึ้นทำเอาชายหนุ่มกรอกตาและชะงักฝีเท้าที่กำลังเดิน แต่สุดท้ายเขาก็ไม่ได้หันกลับ แต่ยังคงก้าวต่อไป “สี่แสน! ฉันจ่ายนายสี่แสน!” “เก็บเงินของเธอไว้ เพราะยังไงฉันก็ต้องไป” “ผู้หญิงคนนั้นจ่ายให้นายเท่าไหร่กัน! ฉันจะจ่ายให้มากกว่า!” “เขาไม่ได้จ่ายฉันสักบาท พอใจหรือยัง!” “นายไม่ได้เห็นแก่เงินอย่างที่คนอื่นบอก แต่นายรังเกียจฉัน….” โฮลี่เอ่ยด้วยน้ำเสียงสั่นเครือก่อนน้ำตาหยดเล็กๆเริ่มไหล เธอหมุนตัววิ่งออกไปโดยที่ธันวาได้แต่ยืนนิ่ง “โถเว้ย!”