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Sengaja kupilihkan istri baru untuk suamiku, agar kekuranganku tak membuatnya terjerumus pada jurang kenistaan seperti yang kutakutkan. Meskipun dengan berat hati, kucoba mengikhlaskan suamiku berbagi hati dengan wanita pilihanku. Kuingin mewujudkan mimpi keluarga besar kami untuk memiliki keturunan. Meskipun suamiku sempat menolak permintaanku untuk dimadu, namun berkat campur tangan Sang Kuasa, pernikahan yang aku nanti pun terlaksana. Aku ikhlaskan imamku menjadi imam maduku walaupun berat.

Marlon (37) Pria dewasa yang seharusnya sudah menikah, mempunyai istri, dan anak. Bukan malah mengejar gadis kecil, berhasrat ingin menikahinya dengan alasan sudah siap berbagi ranjang. Belle (17) Gadis pemalu yang belum pernah berpacaran, bukan karena tidak cantik, hanya saja dia terlalu takut berdekatan dengan lawan jenis. Apa yang akan Belle lakukan? Ketika ada lelaki tua berjenggot yang berselisih 20 tahun dengan usianya, datang menghadap kedua orang tuanya dan melamar Belle.

Davira Anindira, mengizinkan suaminya menikah lagi dengan seorang janda beranak satu yang ditinggal mati oleh suaminya, ketika Ayudia Putri masih hamil tiga bulan. Namun, dua tahun kemudian... Lukman meminta izin menikah lagi, dengan seorang model yang bernama Citra Anggraini. Berbagi suami dengan satu wanita saja sudah menyiksa batin, apalagi dua? Lalu, apakah Vira mau menjalani kehidupan rumah tangganya bersama dua madunya? Ataukah ia memilih mundur untuk mempertahankan kewarasannya?

Zane dan putra adalah pasangan suami istri muda yang baru menjalani hubungan pernikahan. Mulai menjalani kehidupan rumah tangga dengan saling mencintai, berbagi, dan menerima. Namun semuanya berubah ketika seseorang dari masalalu masuk kembali ke kehidupan pernikahan mereka. sesuatu yang sudah harusnya tertutup rapat dalam kotak (masalalu) namun terbuka di waktu yang tidak terduga membuat zane merasakan sakitnya di bohongi. Apakah yang akan menguatkan zane dalam mengarungi kehidupan pernikahannya dengan putra?

When I was struck by a stomach illness, my boyfriend, Charles Fischer, was busy blowing out birthday candles with his assistant, Beverly Wagner. I lay there in excruciating pain, but he didn't even glance at me. Instead, he affectionately stroked her nose.  “Bev is a year older! Make a wish, birthday girl!” Later, after I had fainted and was rushed to the hospital, I called Charles, only for him to ignore me.  Meanwhile, Beverly posted a photo on Instagram. Gifts filled the screen, with the caption, [Yay! Charles is the best ever! Charles and Bev, together forever!] When I confronted him, Charles didn’t care at all. "It's Bev’s birthday. Were you expecting me not to spend it with her? If you can't handle it, we're done!" This was the umpteenth time he'd threatened to break up with me, always confident that I wouldn't dare to leave him.  Not this time.

My fiancé, Dominic, heir to the Carvalho crime family, vanished for four days. I thought a rival family had put a bullet in his head. Then I saw his ex’s Instagram story. A shot of them in bed. The caption: He still knows every inch of me. His face was hidden, but his hand wasn't. And on it, the ring I gave him, resting on her skin. That night, Dominic came home. He brought me white roses, my favorite. I asked him why. Why he'd lie. Why he'd sleep with her. He brushed it off. Just a "misunderstanding." I was done. I threw the ring in his face. Burned the wedding dress. Told him we were over. He thought I was just throwing a fit. He didn't get it. Not until he realized I was walking away for good. Then he panicked. Begged me to come back.

On Children's Day, the most popular social media post is about me. The caption is: "Mr. Shane Norton spends his birthday with his son David Norton and his first love, Ruth Feynman. Has he finally decided to divorce Ayla Sanderson?" I quietly press the "like" button. When my phone rings, I'm in the midst of taking down the balloons I put up for our wedding anniversary. "Honey." My husband sounds anxious as he tries to explain himself. "David suddenly insisted that we go to a theme park, so I—" In the background, I hear David laughing. "Dad, Ruthie says that I can sleep with her tonight!" I look at the mess in the house. The balloons are drooping, and the cream on the cake is congealed. "You don't have to explain," I hear myself say. "I understand." It's just that this time, I don't want you or David any longer, Shane.

On the day I miscarried and suffered from haemorrhage, my husband posted a photo of a newborn’s tiny feet on his Instagram Story. The caption read: “Welcome, little angel. Daddy will always protect you.” With trembling hands, I called him. “The baby’s gone. Can you come to the hospital?” On the other end, I heard a baby crying, followed by the man’s impatient voice. “In that case, take good care of yourself. Louise just gave birth and needs someone to care for her. I can’t leave. “Besides, the dead shouldn’t compete with the living for affection. Got it?” He hung up right after. I broke down alone on the hospital bed, and when I finally wiped away my tears, I dialed the number of his sworn enemy, Levi Snow. “Marry me, and the entire Wright Corporation will be my dowry. All I want is for you to bring Finn Yeaton down. Do we have a deal?”

I went to exactly one party in my new, wealthy neighborhood. Then my neighbor Brenda sued me. In court, she held her bruised and battered daughter, Tiffany. She accused my son of rape. Mid-hearing, Tiffany tugged her collar down. Red marks circled her neck. "He tried to rip my pants off," she sobbed. "He tried to force himself on me. I fought back. So he beat me. He ruined my face!" Outside the courthouse, protesters held up signs, calling my son a piece of trash, a spoiled rich kid. Online, a photoshopped memorial of me went viral. The caption read: The unfit mother should die with her son. My company’s stock plummeted. But I just sat there. Stone-faced. I asked for my son, Cooper, to be brought in. The courtroom doors opened. Cooper walked in. Everyone froze.

Jenny posted a picture of me and her brother, who had an intellectual disability. The caption? "Finally, a happy ending!" The comments were all the same: "Is this your sister-in-law? She’s gorgeous!" I simply replied with a question mark, but Jenny ignored me and responded to someone else instead. "She's kinda my sister-in-law, yes!" It didn't take long for Steven to call me, his tone full of anger. "It was just a little edit, do you really have to blow things out of proportion?" Half an hour later, Jenny posted another photo of her sitting in Steven's luxury car, and even tagged me in it. "We may not be related by blood, but this big brother of mine has always been my rock!" Steven commented. "I'll always be here." I knew he was trying to get a rise on me on purpose to appease Jenny, but I didn't grace them with a reply this time. All I did was like the post and file for divorce.