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Tiga tahun William Donovan koma. Tiga tahun pula Grace Whitmore mengorbankan segalanya—karier, harga diri, bahkan kebebasannya—demi pria yang diam-diam ia cintai sejak lama. Saat akhirnya membuka mata, yang William cari bukan Grace… tapi Camila, perempuan yang pernah meninggalkannya dan menolak menemaninya saat koma. Bagi William, Grace hanyalah pengganti. Dan ketika Camila kembali, bisikan kejam dari orang-orang pun terdengar: “Perempuan kampung itu udah nggak dibutuhkan lagi. Suruh dia pergi!” Grace memilih mundur. Tapi kalimat yang tertulis di surat cerai membuat William membeku. Alasan perceraian: disfungsi pria. Tanpa air mata, Grace pergi. Tak lama kemudian, ia kembali—bukan sebagai perempuan yang dulu diremehkan, melainkan seorang ahli medis yang anggun, memesona, dan dikelilingi kekaguman. William mengira bisa mendapatkannya kembali. Namun dengan senyum setenang badai yang telah reda, Grace menatapnya dan bertanya, “Tuan Donovan… kamu datang untuk konsultasi disfungsi pria?”

Menemani seorang pria asing makan malam bukanlah ide bagus bagi seorang wanita bernama Evelyn Rosalina. Namun karena dia terdesak dan membutuhkan uang dalam jumlah besar, akhirnya Evelyn terpaksa mau mengambil pekerjaan singkat itu. Peraturan awal, Evelyn hanya akan menemani pria itu makan malam di sebuah acara reuni. Namun ternyata, pria itu tak hanya ingin ditemani makan malam saja. "Tidurlah denganku malam ini. Akan kubayar sepuluh kali lipat dari kesepakatan awal." Dan Evelyn akhirnya dihadapkan pada pilihan sulit antara menerima ajakan pria itu atau menolaknya.

Selama lima tahun pernikahan, Puspa Rahayu menjalani perannya sebagai Nyonya Wijaya dengan penuh dedikasi. Namun, tak sekalipun ia mendapat pengakuan dari pria yang menjadi suaminya, bahkan di depan orang lain. Ironisnya, hanya dengan sedikit manja dan senyum manis, wanita di hatinya sudah bisa menikmati semua perhatian, kasih sayang, dan tempat di sisinya. Lalu sebuah kecelakaan mobil mengubah segalanya. Saat maut mengintai, Indra memilih menyelamatkan orang ketiga itu. Hati Puspa benar-benar mati. Akhirnya ia memalsukan kematiannya dan berhasil keluar dari kehidupannya sebagai Nyonya Wijaya! Beberapa waktu kemudian, mereka kembali bertemu. Indra Wijaya, lelaki yang dulu begitu menjunjung gengsi dan citra kini berubah total. Dia jadi tampak seperti anak kecil yang ditinggalkan, kehilangan pegangan. Mata merahnya penuh panik, suara tersendat karena isak tertahan. “Sayang... pulanglah bersamaku, ya?”

My once best friend posted a photo on her social media account on the tenth anniversary of my marriage. In the photo, her daughter and my son were wrapped in my husband's and her arms. The caption said, 'The perfect pair.' I commented, 'Perfect indeed.' Soon, the post was deleted. The next day, my husband rushed home and asked me, "Sophie is finally recovering. Why are you provoking her?" My son even pushed me and accused me, "It's all your fault for making Tammy cry." I took out the divorce papers and threw them in their faces. "Well, it's my fault, so I quit your perfect family of four."

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."

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."

My husband's first love posted a video on her social media. In the video, the two of them were passing a playing card with their lips. When the card fell, their lips met in a kiss. They didn't stop—lost in the moment, they kissed passionately for an entire minute. Her caption read: [Still the same clumsy piggy! PS: Steve's skills are as good as ever!] I quietly liked the post and left a comment: [Congrats.] The next second, my husband called, yelling at me furiously, "No other woman is as dramatic as you! I was just playing a game with Lanie. Why are you acting crazy again?" It was then that I realized seven years of love meant nothing. It was time for me to leave.

By month four of my IVF treatments, my husband's childhood sweetheart posted a picture of herself cradling her baby bump. The caption? [Having a happy ending with my first love. A family of three.] And there he was—his hand in the shot, making a cutesy heart with hers. Oh, and the cherry on top? He was still wearing his wedding ring.

Out of the blue, my younger sister posted the result of her pregnancy test. The caption? "Thank you my dear brother-in-law for helping me when I needed help the most and fulfilling my dreams of becoming a mother!" Shocked and furious, I couldn't resist leaving a snide comment. "Congratulations. Maybe you can keep my husband too?" My husband's reaction? He blew up and dismissed me. "I just donated my seed to Cara! Don't make a scene, Barb!" Oh, I'll make a scene.

After five years of marriage, my wife’s childhood friend posted a photo of a property deed in his social media circle with the caption, [Thank you, Miss CEO, for transferring the house to me.] I was stunned when I saw the address on the deed—it was my home. Confused, I left a comment. [?] Almost immediately, my wife, Alice, called and scolded me. "He’s a single dad, so pitiful! I only transferred the house to his name to make it easier for his daughter to attend school. It doesn’t affect us living there. How can you be so heartless and lack even a shred of compassion?" In the background, I could hear her childhood friend complaining bitterly. Half an hour later, he posted on social media again and tagged me. This time, he showed off a $150,000 sports car with the caption, [Paid in full! As the saying goes, where a woman spends her money is where her heart lies.] I knew it was my wife who bought him the car to make up for upsetting him. But this time, I’ve made up my mind—I’m filing for divorce.