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To take care of my mother after she fell and injured herself, I turned down a promotion and took a week off work to stay by her side. On the day she was discharged from the hospital, she smiled and handed me a small envelope. “Suzy, you’ve worked hard these past few days. This is just a little something from me. Go treat yourself to something good.” I wiped my hands, a quiet warmth spreading through my chest. When I opened the envelope, I froze for a moment. Inside was $2. Still, I told myself it didn’t matter. The amount wasn’t important. What mattered was the thought behind it. But the very next day, while scrolling through social media, I came across a post from my younger brother, the one who hadn’t shown his face at the hospital even once. Nine photos filled the post, all of them showing off a sprawling luxury mansion. In the center was a photo of the purchase contract. The caption read: “Officially the owner of a $2 million riverfront house. Big thanks to Mom for the support!”

Briella Dominic, sekretaris sekaligus kekasih gelap Valerio Regulus selama lima tahun berniat mengundurkan diri dari pekerjaannya. Dia adalah seorang sekretaris yang berdedikasi penuh pada pekerjaannya. Namun, dibalik semua itu, dia adalah kekasih gelap Valerio yang tidak ditunjukkan di depan publik. Hubungan teman ranjang keduanya akan segera berakhir saat tunangan Valerio kembali dari luar negeri.Ketika perpisahan akan segera terjadi, seorang anak laki-laki yang menggemaskan muncul di depan Valerio dan memanggilnya papa dengan cara yang menyedihkan.Valerio melihat versi kecil dirinya memeluk wanita yang melarikan diri di tengah malam. Dia menggertakkan gigi, lalu berkata, "Anakku?"

I had been married to Natasha Bates for ten years, and not once did she ever join me for our family's Independence Day cookout. This year, on the night before the celebration, I finally gathered the courage to ask if she wanted to come. She scoffed and said, "What are you, stuck in the past? Who even celebrates the Fourth with a family dinner anymore?" Yet that very evening, I saw a social media post of Natasha with her male best friend, Stanley Rogers. They were quite intimate in the picture, and the caption read: [True happiness is celebrating Independence Day with your bestie!] I commented back: [Hope you two lovebirds make it official soon.] Stanley did not hold back. He messaged me a bunch of intimate photos of the two of them. Then, he added, [You're just a leech living off his wife. What right do you have to question anything about Nattie?] Everyone always thought I was a gold-digger living off Natasha's success. However, they all forgot that I was the sole major shareholder of the company. This time, I’m done staying silent.

Menikah karena cinta adalah alasan klise untuk pasangan muda mudi yang jatuh cinta, tapi apa jadinya kalau lelaki yang seharusnya menjadi imam dan bertanggung jawab, menafkahi istri malah sibuk dengan barang koleksi. Bahkan dengan alasan gaji istrinya lebih besar ia malah semakin mengabaikan kebutuhan yang seharusnya menjadi tanggung jawabnya, entah sampai kapan Nanda sang istri bertahan karena cobaan bukan hanya datang dari suaminya yang kekanak-kanakkan tapi dari sang ibu mertua yang ternyata mendukung dan selalu membela anak semata wayangnya. Akankah ada perubahan? Atau malah seperti kisah rumah tangga gagal lainnya yang berujung perpisahan?

Sellandra Latief, seorang gadis cantik nan cerdas, tiba-tiba saja diminta untuk menikah dengan pria asing yang telah dipilihkan oleh sang Kakek. Sallendra bimbang, dia memiliki kekasih, tapi akhirnya ia menerima permintaannya untuk menikah dengan pria asing itu sebagai janjinya kepada sang Kakek sebelum meninggal. Dia adalah Ero, pria miskin yang hidupnya serba kekurangan. Namun, setelah menikah Sallendra baru tahu identitas sebenarnya dari Ero. Sallendra meminta cerai karena merasa dibohongi. Bagaimana kelanjutan hubungan Ero dan Sellandra ke depannya nanti? Mampukah Ero kembali merebut hati istrinya atau malah akan berujung pada perpisahan?

Safa terpaksa dinikahkan bersama pria lain sebagai calon pengganti pengantin pria di hari pernikahannya, terlebih pria yang menjadi suaminya adalah sang mantan kekasih. Azril, pria yang pernah menorehkan luka di hatinya. Berat bagi Safa menjalankan hingga tercetus kata perpisahan karena dirinya masih memikirkan Faqih yang menghilang di hari pernikahan. Namun, Azril tidak menyerah untuk mempertahankan pernikahannya. Ia terus meyakinkan hati Safa tentang rasa cintanya. Hingga berjalannya waktu, Safa mulai membuka hati. Sayangnya, cinta Safa diuji dengan kehadiran Faqih di saat sudah hidup baru bersama Azril. Akankah Safa mempertahankan pernikahannya bersama Azril? Atau ia memilih Faqih sebagai suami yang diimpikan?”

"Kenapa kita harus bertemu lagi Mas? Setelah sebuah perpisahan yang nggak pernah aku bayangkan itu," tanya Adis dengan air mata yang mulai membasahi pipinya. "Karena kita adalah takdir yang terpisah," balas Raka singkat.  Sebuah pertemuan yang tidak pernah Adis bayangkan, dipindah tugaskan dan bertemu kembali dengan mantan suaminya. Ia terpaksa harus menjalankan tugasnya demi sebuah kontrak pekerjaan. Namun di balik rasa traumanya, ia kembali terjebak dengan kisah cinta yang belum selesai. Akankah Adis mampu melewati semua rasa traumanya? Ataukah ia harus menerima takdir bahwa mereka tidak akan pernah bisa bersama lagi.

For eight long years, Bryan Millan and I were married, but you’d never have known it by looking at his life. He never once acknowledged our relationship in public. Not a single post, not a single mention of me on his social media. Then came our anniversary. The day that was supposed to be about us. Instead, Bryan made an announcement on his Instagram account—just not the one I expected. There he was, hand in hand with his assistant, her draped in a wedding dress. The caption read: [When you're in love, you want the whole world to know.] The comments flooded in. [Bryan finally got married!] [Congrats! Wishing you a lifetime of happiness together!] In that moment, I could no longer lie to myself. Bryan wasn't reserved. He just never loved me. So, I decided to let go. But he wasn't ready for that. He clung to me, desperate now. But I pried his hands off and laughed—a real, genuine laugh, the kind that comes from somewhere deep inside when you realize you're finally free. Then, I looked him straight in the eye and said the words I'd been holding in, "Don't beg me to come back. Because now that I don't love you, I've never felt better."

After I was falsely accused of being a third wheel by a fake heiress, she hired a group of people to corner me in the delivery room under the pretense of giving me an intervention. "How dare you, a shameless mistress, hope to secure a place with your child!" "Today, I'm going to make sure that b*stard in your belly is gone for good. Let's see if you dare get into my man's bed again." The group blocked the delivery room door, their faces twisted with malice as they refused to let the doctors deliver my baby. I begged them to let me go, but they only laughed cruelly and forced me down in front of a camera while I struggled through labor. They forcefully pulled the baby out of my belly and killed him right in front of me. I clung to my child's lifeless body, sobbing hysterically, while they posted my miserable state online with the caption, 'This is what happens to mistresses.' Later, I exposed her fake heiress status and revealed the dirty secrets of her and those people who were allegedly giving me an intervention online. Relentlessly attacked by netizens until she had nowhere left to turn, she ended up begging me for forgiveness. I pointed to the edge of the rooftop and said, "Jump, and I'll forgive you."

In order to take care of my father, who got hurt from a fall, I gave up on my chance to get promoted and even took a week's leave. On the day he gets discharged from the hospital, my dad hands me a mysterious envelope with a wide smile on his face. "Thank you for your trouble over the past few days, Luther. This is a little token of appreciation from me. You can buy yourself a nice pack of smokes." I rub my hands together, feeling warmth surging into my heart. But when I open the envelope, all I see is seven dollars. Still, I comfort myself in thinking that the sum isn't important at all. It's the thought that counts, after all. But the next day, I come across a social media post of my younger brother, Felix Grayson, who never showed his face around the hospital during Dad's hospitalization. It features a photo collage of a luxurious villa, with a photo of the purchasing contract smack dab in the middle of collage. The caption writes, "I bought the top-tier riverside villa for seven million dollars! Thank you so much for your support, Dad!"