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Bagaimana seorang wanita yang baru melahirkan mencukupi kebutuhan bersih bersih jika hanya dijatah seember air sehari. Bukan itu saja, mertuanya yang jahat menekannya dalam segala hal, termasuk uang belanja dan beras, bisakah dia bertahan? Jangan Lupa tinggalkan like dan komentar serta vote ya ❤️

Menikah dengan atasannya sendiri, awalnya adalah mimpi indah yang terkabulkan bagi seorang Aisyah Anidia. Namun, bagaimana jika ternyata Bramantyo, pria yang menikahi dirinya itu tidaklah tulus menerimanya sebagai seorang istri? Pria itu hanya bersandiwara di depan kedua orang tua mereka. Wanita idaman lain, tekanan mama mertua, dan juga sikap sang suami yang tidak pernah menganggap kehadirannya adalah sebuah penderitaan lahir maupun bathin bagi seorang Aisyah Anidia. Bagaimana dia bertahan dalam menjalani biduk rumah tangga, tanpa cinta dari suaminya, Bramantyo Laksono? Haruskah dia berjuang sendirian? Lalu, bagaimana jika suatu hari kejadian buruk menimpa suaminya ? Akankah Aisyah tetap setia ataukah memilih menyerah lalu pergi? Ikuti kisahnya dengan terus membaca novel ini!

“การเดินทางที่ไม่รู้จุดมุ่งหมาย ความสวยที่ทำให้ชีวิตของเธอเปลี่ยนไปตลอดกาล”

During their seven-year relationship, Claudia Maureen Tiongco thought that Preston would be her husband, that he would fulfill her dream of becoming a wife but she was disappointed. Unexpectedly, Preston's attitude towards her changed especially when she met Penelope, his assistant. Claudia tried to understand everything, even seeing the two happy was something she endured because of her deep love for Preston. Every time she saw Preston treating Penelope well, it hurt her so much. But not everything ended there. Claudia saw that leaving Preston and moving to his rival company was a good opportunity to start a new lifestyle but she's wrong. Preston followed her wherever she went and forced her to pursue him again. Will her heart remain hard or will she let him be imprisoned by lies again?

"Tidak ada yang berselingkuh. Mereka menjalin hubungan atas persetujuan Mama. Dan wanita itu nantinya yang akan melahirkan cucu-cucu Mama kelak," ucap Ibu Mertua memporak-porandakan hatiku. Setelah hari itu, aku bersumpah! Tak kan ada lagi air mata yang jatuh di pipi ini. Justru sebaliknya. Kupastikan tak kan ada lagi tawa bahagia membersamai hidup mereka. Melainkan hanya air mata!

Late at night, my husband came home with a young model. "So, you are the washed-up wife that Mr. Dawson keeps at home?" The girl looked at me with a mocking smile and said. Jay Dawson, my husband, reeking of alcohol, glanced between us with interest. He then hugged the young girl and led her into the bedroom. I sat alone on the living room couch, wrapped in a blanket, and listened to their shameless noises all night. I endured it for two years. Our agreement had finally ended this year, and so had my love for Ethan. I walked away. But Ethan chased after me like a madman.

Tari adalah seorang wanita cantik yang akan menggelar acara pernikahannya dengan Aji. Namun saat ijab qobul akan di ucapkan, ada seseorang yang datang dan mengacaukan semuanya. Akankah Tari dan Aji melanjutkan acara pernikahan itu? dan siapa orang yang berani merusak acara pernikahannya?

I hadn't seen my mafia husband, Luca Moretti, and our daughter Dora in three whole months. Why? Because his mother, Fiona, said Dora should stay with her "for a while." And Luca? He was "too busy with business," as always. So when Luca finally called and said he was going to pick me up for a family reunion at the villa, I was overjoyed. I thought maybe, just maybe, I'd finally get to hold my little girl again. I spent the whole damn day running around the city, buying her favorite dolls, snacks, a new pink dress, anything I thought would make her smile at me again. But when the car arrived, it wasn't what I imagined. Before I could even say Hi, Dora turned her head, took one look at me… and then wrapped her arms even tighter around Maria, the maid. She buried her face in Maria's neck like I wasn't even there. Like Maria was her mom. I tried to approach her, but Dora straight-up told me she didn't want to ride in the same car as me. And Maria, wearing that fake, polite smile, kept trying to gently talk me into giving Dora "a little more time." I looked over at Luca, hoping he'd step in. Instead, he just looked annoyed, like he couldn't be bothered to lift a finger to help fix things between me and our daughter. Clearly, they didn't want me there. So what was the point of trying to join the ride? I stepped back from the SUV. Then Luca just turned to me and said, "Just wait here. I won't be long." What he'll never understand is… I'm done waiting for him.

We were on our way to celebrate our son’s birthday when we got into a car crash. When I woke up, I looked at my family gathered around my hospital bed and cracked a joke: “Sorry, but who are you guys?” I held back a smile, curious to see how they'd humor their "amnesiac" patient. Would my mother grab my hand in a panic? Would my husband look at me with worry? Would my son rush over, crying and calling me Mom? What I didn't expect was for them to freeze for a moment—and then, almost in unison, let out sighs of relief. My mother was the first to speak, her tone unmistakably lighter, as if a huge weight had been lifted. "If you don’t remember, it’s probably for the best. This is Lindsay—your sister, she’s my daughter. You were adopted." My husband then pointed at me and said to our son, "You should call her Aunt Wendy." Before the shock could even sink in, I watched the child I'd fought so hard to protect turn and throw himself into the arms of Lindsay. "Mom! I played outside all day. I missed you so much!" So that was the truth. My amnesia was exactly what they'd been hoping for. In that case, I didn't need this made-up life anymore.

After being reborn, I decided to write my sister's name on the marriage application. This time, I would help Sebastian Holt achieve his wishes. In this lifetime, I took the lead—I let my sister wear the wedding dress first and put the engagement ring on her finger. I personally orchestrated every encounter between Sebastian and my sister. When he took her to the capital city, I headed to Southport University without a second thought. In my previous life, even when I was over 50 years old, he and our son still knelt before me, begging for a divorce. This time, I would fulfill his final romantic destiny with my sister. Living this second life, all I wanted was to spread my wings and soar high, free from love's entanglements.