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Pada sore hari surat pemberitahuan kondisi kritisku dikeluarkan, Willy membuka sampanye merayakan di laboratorium. Di postingan sosial media, tampak punggungnya dan Angel yang disinari cahaya matahari senja, jas lab mereka diwarnai keemasan. Caption yang menyertai hanya satu kalimat, [Sepuluh tahun, akhirnya berhasil.] Semua orang bilang Pak Willy sangat setia, bekerja siang malam selama sepuluh tahun demi menyelamatkanku. Saat perawat dengan mata berkaca-kaca menyerahkan ponselnya padaku, aku sedang menatap garis naik turun di monitor. Mereka tidak tahu, sebenarnya obat itu sudah berhasil kembangkan setahun yang lalu. Dan aku adalah satu-satunya kandidat yang tidak berhak mendapat obat itu.

Three months pregnant, I doubled over in agony, blood pooling beneath me. I called Milo Prince in a last-ditch effort for help. The moment he picked up, his voice dripped with irritation. "What is it now?" My vision was blurring. Before I could cry for help, I heard his childhood sweetheart's teasing laugh. "No interruptions today, okay?" The line went dead in the next second. When I opened my eyes again, my belly was flat. I checked Jessica Clay's social media. A photo showed their hands intertwined, her wrist adorned with the Prince family's heirloom bracelet. Her caption read, [He said this bracelet was made for me, so I'm keeping it.]

Three months before my wedding, my fiancé, Henry Siebert, decided it was the perfect time to drop a maternity photo shoot on social media—with my foster sister, Betty Foster. The caption? Oh, just this gem: [Legally welcoming our little one into the world.] Betty added a shy emoji. And my mom? She liked the post and wrote: [Once the baby is born, I'll help take care of it so you two can enjoy your time together as a couple.] I couldn't help myself. I replied with a single question mark. And then Henry's DMs came in hot: [She's just borrowing me for a year to get married. Once the baby's born, I'll come back to you.]

To help my surgeon husband with his erectile dysfunction, I made an appointment with an expert six months in advance. But as the day approached, Isiah Coleman canceled it without explanation. Just as I was about to call him to demand answers, I spotted a post from his female friend on her social media. My usually stoic husband was beaming as he wrapped his arms around her. The caption read: [Only I can cure your illness.] What struck me, though, was the telltale bulge in his pants in the photo—a reaction I'd never seen from him with me. With a cold laugh, I liked the post and left a comment: [What a miracle worker!] The post exploded, with everyone speculating whether I'd confront the mistress. But what awaited him after the holiday was our freshly printed divorce certificate.

My husband asked me if bras were more comfortable without underwire, and I was happy that he had finally become more mature. The next day, his assistant snatched the parcel I received in the mail, saying that it had the wrong address. That night, I saw Samantha Davis post on her social media, with the caption, “My boyfriend bought this for me. Isn’t it pretty?” It was a selfie taken in a hotel mirror, and there was a beautifully decorated box containing a bra lying beside her. So, as it turned out, it was not that men became mature later in life, it was that you weren’t the one they were willing to become mature for. Naturally, I gave the post a like and took a screenshot before sending it to my husband. "What a waste. You could have gotten an 20% discount if you bought the whole set."

[WARNING! CERITA MENYEBABKAN HALU BERAT, BAPER SAMPAI URAT DAN MENGUMPAT] "Jangan kasih tau siapa pun kalau gue petinju oke?" Sadena Rasya Arcandra, cowok paling galak, dingin dan penuh teka-teki yang pernah Selin temui. Perkataan nyelekit dan sering banget bikin Selin sakit hati. Pintar? Jangan ditanya lagi. Tampan? Ya pasti. Pokoknya Sadena paket complete-nya SMA Athena. Oh ya, berkenalan dengan Selin atau nama lengkapnya Selindya Destira Zaneya. Gadis bawel nan kepo yang tiba-tiba mengacaukan kehidupan Sadena. Berawal dari pertemuan tak terduga mereka di sebuah arena tinju. Selin semakin penasaran siapa sebenarnya cowok itu. —Menyukaimu adalah hal temani yang pernah kulakukan dan melupakanmu adalah hal terburuk yang tak pernah kubayangkan. *** Cerita TERSEDIA LENGKAP plus tambahan Extra Part di KARYAKARSA @xerniy_

21+ Adult Only. Anak dibawah umur atau belum nikah disarankan JANGAN BACA!!Dosa ditanggung sendiri ya...Yang baca jangan baper Tidak ada yang percaya ketika Erhan mengatakan ia jatuh cinta. Pasalnya, setiap kali ia melihat wanita cantik, ia selalu mengatakan ia jatuh cinta. Pertama pada Caliana, istri Adskhan. Kedua kepada Gisna, Istri Lucas. Karena hal itulah dia memiliki julukan "Wifey Cousin Syndrom" karena jatuh cinta pada istri para sepupunya. Sampai akhirnya dia bertemu dengan Nadira John Hanley. Seorang model berdarah Indonesia-Thailand-Amerika yang merupakan sahabat dari kakak sepupu iparnya. Erhan mengatakan ia jatuh cinta pada pandangan pertama pada wanita itu. Dan langsung, kata itu ditepis oleh Gisna. Gisna tidak ingin sahabatnya ditaksir oleh pria plin plan macam Erhan.

When I started college, my new roommate secretly used my phone to take a selfie. She sent it to the guy I was in an online relationship with and added the caption: [Baby, do you think I'm beautiful?] My boyfriend replied with a giant question mark, followed by a voice message full of curses. "Just thinking about dating someone with that face makes me want to puke!" "Let's break up, you ugly freak. Stay far away from me!" By the time I got out of the shower and tried to explain, I realized he had already blocked me. My roommate, holding her own phone, smugly told me, "The streamer I've had my eye on just added me. He says he wants to start an online relationship." When I looked at the account, I saw it was none other than my ex-boyfriend.

My son, Scott Gould, suddenly tells me that he has leukemia. Then, he goes on to say that his biggest wish is to see Ivanna Newman in a wedding dress. My husband, Theodore Gould, agrees with Scott. "I'll hold a wedding with Ivanna. Once Scott is done with his treatment, we'll get remarried." I gladly agree to the request and divorce Theodore. Not long after, I learn from Scott's social media that he's attending the wedding of Theodore and his childhood sweetheart, Ivanna. The caption he writes says, "I'm so happy for Dad. I can't help but shed tears for true love." I smile and turn off my phone. Holding the hand of the person next to me, I board a plane to Wismuth.

Colter Giordano, my fiancé of six years, heir to the Giordano family, took a bullet for a dancer named Mia. He didn't take one for me. A bullet tore through my shoulder. Blood bloomed across my dress, hot and sticky. But my heart hurt worse. He asked if I was okay. Just once. Then he rushed Mia to the hospital, leaving me bleeding on the floor. The next day, Mia's picture popped up on my Instagram feed. There she was, in a luxury hospital suite. Colter was fussing over a scratch on her arm that was barely there. The caption was just two words: "My Hero." I liked the post. Then I made an encrypted call. "The Falcone family's offer," I said. "I'm taking it. Get me on a plane to Sicily. Three days."