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On the day of my 30th birthday, my CEO wife, Sabrina Langford, leaves hurriedly at 3:00 am. She claims that there's something urgent going on at the company and that she won't be home the whole day. Later on, Timothy Cross, the low-income university student that Sabrina has been sponsoring, updates his social media feed. In the photo, I see Sabrina standing at the side of the road in a bikini. Two big apples are balanced on her 36D bust. The caption of the photo is, "The beautiful and hot CEO has personally come over to my house to help me sell the homegrown apples. You'll regret it if you don't buy these apples from me!" My brows are drawn into a frown immediately. When I call Sabrina, the call goes through rather quickly. "I told you I'm very busy at the company right now. If you disturb me again, I'm not going to forgive you this easily!" After that, Sabrina ends the call. But right before the call gets cut off, I can hear a car honking in her background. I'm not mad at her at all. She likes helping others to sell fruits, right? I might as well lend her a helping hand. So, I share the social media post to the company's group chat. The message I've drafted is, "Does anyone here want a batch of rotten apples? I'll even throw in a second-hand wife for free."

To take care of my paralyzed mother-in-law, I quit my job and spent three years as a full-time househusband. That day, after cleaning up her waste, I hid in the bathroom with a cigarette between my fingers and came across a post on my wife’s boss’ Instagram. [You’re meant to be with me in the end. Since that freeloader can’t give you happiness, let me take you to the paradise of Maldev.] Above the caption were two plane tickets. Someone commented below. [That homemaker husband of hers is definitely clinging onto her. After all, she’s his meal ticket.] The boss replied. [Don’t worry. Tonight she’ll go home and come clean. She’ll say the company was caught falsifying accounts and is facing massive fines, and that she might need to serve jail time. [To keep that guy from getting dragged into it, the only option is divorce. He’s as timid as a mouse and will take any chance to flee.] I stared at the screen, stunned, until the cigarette burned my fingers. Ten minutes later, my wife rushed home, panic written all over her face. She dropped her bag on the floor. “Honey, something’s gone wrong with the company’s finances. They’re accusing us of falsifying accounts. I was solely responsible for the accounts. I might need to serve 10 years in prison, plus fines of more than ten thousand dollars. “We need to sign the papers before they seize our house. I don’t want to drag you and mom into this.”

"Aku sudah lama merindukanmu ...." Di malam hari, pria itu menciumku dengan semena-mena. Dia adalah suami yang tinggal di keluarga pihak wanita. Saat aku mabuk, dia meniduriku. Hal ini juga menjadi rumor yang besar. Jadi, aku, si nona dari keluarga kaya terpaksa membiarkan pria miskin sepertinya menikah masuk ke keluargaku dan menjadi suamiku. Karena dalam hatiku merasa tidak rela, aku terus mempermalukan dan menindasnya. Namun, dia tidak pernah marah padaku, malah bersikap lembut padaku. Saat aku mulai pelan-pelan menyukainya, dia malah minta cerai denganku. Pria yang dulunya lembut dan perhatian berubah menjadi pria yang mengerikan. Waktu yang singkat itu membuat keluargaku bangkrut, sedangkan dia menjadi kaya. Dulu suami lembut dan perhatian yang kuhina berubah menjadi majikanku yang kaya raya.

On her first day at work, a new colleague uploaded a 500-million-dollar property purchase agreement to the company group chat. The message was accompanied by the caption: “Thanks for the gift for my first day at work, Dad!” She quickly deleted it, following up with, “Sorry, wrong chat!” I frowned, recognizing the contract immediately. It was the same property my father gifted me for my birthday a month ago. Some sharp-eyed colleagues noticed the contract number and chimed in. “I have a relative in real estate. I remember this property. Our chairman bought it recently!” “So, the heiress has joined us to experience life. Forgive your humble servant for not recognizing you!” The chat was soon filled with flattering remarks. Even my stingy and miserly husband joined in. I felt a coldness in my heart and couldn’t help but respond in the group chat, “I recall the president always opposing ostentatious displays of wealth and advocating humility. This heiress seems to veer away from his usual philosophy.” Instead of support, I faced attacks from my husband and others. “Look at you being so poor and petty. How could you ever compare to Grace? Why did I ever marry someone so shortsighted?” “As if you know the president that well! I think you’re just jealous that Grace was born with a silver spoon!” I sneered coldly and, without hesitation, dialed the president’s number right in front of everyone. “Dad, I heard we’re not that close, hmm?”

On our wedding anniversary, my CEO husband, Michael Grant, invited me to watch the ocean with him. Tragically, a typhoon hit. I stood there in the raging wind and rain for over two hours, and he never showed up. In the end, all I got was a text that he was suddenly going on a business trip and couldn’t make it. Right after that, his intern, Nora Blake, posted a video on her social feed. It showed my usually pampered husband barefoot while helping fishermen haul crates of seafood. Her caption read: "Our hardworking CEO loves to get his hands dirty!" I laughed and commented: "Diligent and enduring—a true role model for us all." The company Slack channel instantly exploded. Everyone was betting on whether I’d finally blow up this time. Michael called me, his voice tight with fury, "Lauren West! What the heck did you mean by posting that comment? Are you trying to humiliate Nora in public? "It was a typhoon. I helped her family move some fish. What’s the big deal? You’re such a pampered little princess who has no idea how hard life really is. Delete that comment now. I’ll take you to the coast another day." Disgust churned in me. I replied, "Let a man who’s already rolled in the mud take me to the ocean? Forget it." Yes. Michael was now tainted, and I didn’t want him anymore.

Sejak awal, pernikahanku dan Ardi Wijaya memang dirahasiakan. Tiga tahun kami menikah secara diam-diam, aku bagaikan istri gelapnya saja. Di mata orang lain, dia itu dokter bedah terbaik di Mogowa. Dia dihormati dan disanjung banyak orang. Dia cuek dan sombong, juga tidak memedulikan orang lain. Sedangkan aku ini hanyalah seorang dokter magang anestesi biasa yang tidak berarti apa-apa baginya. Setiap malam, aku berdiri di balkon yang dingin sendirian menunggu dia pulang. Aku mengira kalau aku berusaha lebih keras dan belajar bersikap lebih lembut, suatu saat nanti dia akan tergugah melihatnya. Akan tetapi, kenyataan yang aku terima, bagaikan sebuah tamparan keras bagiku. Aku bertanya padanya dengan suara memeras sambil memohon dan menarik ujung bajunya, "Bisakah kamu tidak pergi mencari wanita itu lagi?" Dia tertawa ringan dan mencerca, "Ini hanya kawin kontrak saja. Apa kamu ketagihan berakting jadi Nyonya Wijaya?" ... Hari demi hari, aku menyaksikan bagaimana dia memperlakukan wanita itu dengan lembut. Aku tidak ingin bertengkar dengannya, juga tidak ingin mempermasalahkan apa pun yang dia lakukan. Aku meninggalkan selembar surat perceraian dan pergi. Hari itu, Kota Nowa diguyur hujan lebat. Di tengah hujan, Ardi sang dokter bedah yang tersohor itu berlutut. Dengan mata merah sembap, dia memohon untuk rujuk, "Istriku, kita tak usah bercerai, ya?" Bagiku, tetesan air matanya sudah tidak berarti sama sekali. Aku tersenyum tipis, "Jangan-jangan Dokter Ardi juga berwatak dramatis? Maaf, aku tak ada waktu buat menemanimu bermain sandiwara. Masa berlaku kontrak kita sudah habis. Kalau ingin mengejarku, silakan antre dulu."

Even though it's been three years since we held our weddings, Adrian Johnson refuses to get our marriage registered. I overhear him venting to his best friend after he gets drunk. "Colleen got kidnapped before. I keep thinking of her as a tainted woman. Plus, her family has already gone into bankruptcy. She has no idea that my company is about to get listed." I feel my blood turn into ice in my veins. His confession leaves my feet rooted to the spot. Then, Adrian pulls a woman into his arms before kissing her belly. That woman is Rosalind Muller, the young and beautiful bar singer. I'm still dazed when I receive a text on my phone. It's a photo of Rosalind's pregnancy bump. The caption writes, "You're just a tainted woman. How can you ever compare to me?" What Adrian doesn't know is that I never got kidnapped three years ago. At that time, I had carried out a top-secret rescue mission as a secret agent. Soon, I text my dad. "Dad, where's your island? Can you send a helicopter over to pick me up?" On the day I leave Adrian once and for all, it's time for my mysterious identity and the truth from three years ago to be revealed.

"Aku masih membenci setiap jejak yang tertinggal dari masa laluku, dan sekarang kamu mau menjadi bagian dari kebencianku?" tanyanya kepadaku. Aku terdiam. Tidak satu patah kata bisa keluar. Atmosfer yang dia ciptakan mencekikku. "Kala pertemuan pertama kita tempo kemarin, hatiku berkata ada sesuatu yang beda. Kini, bagiku, satu suatu itu seakan porak poranda masa lalu," ucapnya lemah. Dia menggelengkan kepala. "Tapi, dikau tak berkata apapun kala itu, hanya anggukan yang memancing murka diri. Namun, dikau telah merahasiakan paduka. Sekali ini, aku perkenan semua kembali dalam bayangan," komentarnya, "terima kasih." "Terima kasih," balasku pula. Rasanya sesak. Hanya itu yang bisa terucap dari lidahku. Entah kenapa, hubungan kami yang baru dimulai, perkenalan singkat yang berbeda ini, sudah diambang kehancuran.

"Kamu harus jadi istri saya, Asma." -Basuki "Asma nggak mau nikah sama orang yang nggak bener-bener suka sama Asma." -Asmaranti Kisah ini bermula saat Basuki kembali menjadi seorang duda untuk kedua kalinya. Istri keduanya meninggal dunia setahun setelah melahirkan putra pertama mereka. Sama-sama menikah untuk yang kedua kalinya, mendiang istrinya memilik seorang putri yang sudah beranjak dewasa. Dia Asmaranti, seorang gadis muda berparas cantik yang dengan baik hati mau merawat Dika setelah kepergian Ranti. Singkat cerita, karena telah terbiasa hidup bersama, membuat benih-benih cinta mulai tumbuh di antara keduanya. Namun Asma berusaha menepis perasaan itu karena takut jika Basuki hanya mencintai dirinya karena masih belum bisa melupakan bayang-bayang ibunya. Lalu bagaimana Basuki meyakinkan Asma jika perasaannya ini adalah nyata?

“Kalau kita berhenti sekarang, kau bisa melupakanku?” Alea tak pernah membayangkan satu pertemuan singkat akan menyeretnya ke wilayah paling berbahaya dalam hidupnya. Arjuna Diwangsa—seorang CEO berusia matang, berwibawa, dan tak tersentuh—adalah godaan yang seharusnya tak pernah ia pandang dua kali. Terlalu berkuasa. Terlalu dingin. Terlalu terlarang. Ketertarikan mereka tumbuh perlahan, penuh tatapan tertahan, batas yang diuji, dan kendali diri yang terus retak. Di balik sikap tenangnya, Arjuna menyimpan intensitas yang membuat Alea mempertanyakan keinginan terdalamnya sendiri. Semakin dekat mereka melangkah, semakin kabur garis benar dan salah. Masalahnya, Arjuna bukan sekadar pria berbahaya. Ia adalah ayah dari sahabat Alea. Di dunia urban kelas atas yang menuntut citra sempurna, satu rahasia bisa menghancurkan segalanya—termasuk hati yang telanjur terikat.