Chicken Little Characters

The day my son is born, my husband holds him tightly, looking overjoyed. However, while I'm asleep, he secretly swaps my son with the child next door—his first love's baby. I act like I know nothing and arrange for someone to switch the babies back. My husband wants me to raise someone else's child as my own but has no idea he's not even the father of my son. Ten years later, I transfer all my assets to my son's name as a birthday gift. That's when my husband's first love, Amanda Larkin, crashes the birthday party. She looks at me smugly and says, "The son you've treasured for the past decade is actually mine!"

On the day the male influencer patient was discharged, he posted a tearful video accusing my chaste, principled doctor wife of sexually assaulting him. In the clip, he cowered in a corner of the hospital, trembling, his clothes disheveled. With a terrified cry of "Dr. Shelby," he abruptly cut the footage. Overnight, my wife became a monster in a white coat—public enemy number one across the internet. We begged him, again and again, to come forward and clarify the truth. Instead, he posted an injury assessment report and wept about being bullied by his doctor. My wife had no way to defend herself. She was suspended pending investigation—and in the end, she leapt from the thirtieth floor. I endured humiliation and waited for the truth to surface. When it finally did, I obtained a reexamination report that proved her innocence. But by then, no one cared about the truth anymore. And I, consumed by despair, died of cancer. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day that patient was first admitted. This time, I begged my wife to take leave—I wanted to take her away from this doomed fate. But my gentle wife wrapped her arms around me, her eyes red, and said, "Don't be afraid, honey. This time… I won't run away."

Dora had been trained to be a perfect assisian since the moment she could walk. Her only mission was to average her mother's death by capturing Ryan Smart, Her father's old nemesis Son and presenting his head to her father, the world's most sort out criminal, A Cartel lord called the DON. On her 21ft birthday, she is finally ready for her mission and for the first time leaves the secret underground Cartel she was raised in, Things take an unexpected turn when she meets Ryan and the mission doesn't go as planned when she is instead captured, she begins to question how much of the truth she knew and the real reason behind the mission…

On the first day of her marriage, Lyra Leighton told her CEO husband, Wesley Cheswick, "I don't care if you fall for someone else later. But if she ever shows up in front of me, you'll never see me again." So when he did fall for a schoolteacher, he kept her tucked away. Gave her everything she wanted. Everything except permission to cross Lyra. But the side chick got bold on his affection and ignored the line. She showed up with a baby bump and shoved it in Lyra's face. "Wesley said it himself. He never loved you. He married you for your family's status. Know your place. Get an abortion and divorce him. Now. Otherwise, when Wesley dumps you, you won't get a dime." Lyra smiled and called her father. "Pull the investment from Cheswick Tech. I'm getting a divorce."

Selena dilema saat harus memilih antara cinta atau keluarga. Ayahnya meninggal dan Ibunya butuh banyak biaya untuk pengobatan. Namun, Selena tak punya uang yang cukup. Kekasihnya juga tidak bisa dihubungi. Di kala bimbang, Daniel datang padanya menawarkan sebuah kontrak pernikahan. Selena pun menyetujui walau terpaksa. Ketika Selena mulai nyaman, kekasih di masa lalu datang. Bahkan, dia ternyata memiliki hubungan keluarga dengan Daniel. Haruskah Selena menyelesaikan kontraknya atau tetap melanjutkannya?

My younger sister, Mindy Sampson, has a rare blood condition. She needs regular blood transfusions and a bone marrow transplant. My husband, Ian Huffman, and I are matches. My mother says we should draw lots. Whoever draws the short stick will become Mindy's blood donor. In the next five years, I am always the one who draws the short stick. Because of constant blood draws and bone marrow extractions, my body breaks down. Before I die, I stumble upon Ian holding Mindy and saying, "Cindy is so stupid. There are only short sticks in the container. Every time, we let her draw first. How could she ever get a long one? "She is going to die without ever knowing you are not sick at all. Once she dies and we get the insurance money, we can travel the world." When I open my eyes again, I am back in the fifth year after Mindy is diagnosed. I look at the container of sticks on the table and smile. Then, I look at Ian and say, "This time, you draw first."

Sahabat wanita suamiku memutuskan untuk tinggal bersama kami saat dia tahu kami akan pindah ke rumah baru. Aku keberatan, namun suamiku langsung menyetujuinya. Tidak hanya itu, dia bahkan memberikan kamar anak peremuan kami kepada wanita itu dan anaknya, lalu menyuruh putriku pindah ke gudang. Aku tidak terima, namun dia bilang, “Jangan salah paham! Dewi hanya sahabat baikku, anaknya sudah kuanggap seperti anak kandungku, wajar ‘kan kalau aku pengen mereka tinggal di kamar yang lebih layak?” Aku tetap tidak setuju, sehingga suamiku dan keluarganya menyalahkanku dan bilang aku egois. Akhirnya, aku memutuskan untuk meninggalkan rumah itu bersama anak perempuanku. Saat itulah mereka panik dan sadar kalau mereka butuh aku.

Sa gabi ng aking kasal, nasagasaan ako ng kababata ng aking fiancé. Nilagay nito sa panganib ang aking buhay. Sinubukan ng aking best friend na tawagan ang aking fiancé, pero agad niyang ibinaba ang tawag. Pinadalhan niya rin ito ng isang text message. “May sakit si Ruth. Wala akong oras para riyan.” Tinawagan ng aking best friend ang kaniyang boyfriend na isang artista na may malawak na koneksyon. Pero sinabi nito na, “May sakit si Ruth. Kailangan niya ako sa tabi niya ngayon.” Pagkatapos ng isang gabi ng resuscitation, tiningnan namin ang isa’t isa sa ward bago kami sabay na magsalita. “Ayaw kong magpakasal.” Pero nasurpresa kami nang mawala sa sarili ang aming mga fiancé nang ikansela namin ang aming mga kasal.

We were on our way to celebrate our son’s birthday when we got into a car crash. When I woke up, I looked at my family gathered around my hospital bed and cracked a joke: “Sorry, but who are you guys?” I held back a smile, curious to see how they'd humor their "amnesiac" patient. Would my mother grab my hand in a panic? Would my husband look at me with worry? Would my son rush over, crying and calling me Mom? What I didn't expect was for them to freeze for a moment—and then, almost in unison, let out sighs of relief. My mother was the first to speak, her tone unmistakably lighter, as if a huge weight had been lifted. "If you don’t remember, it’s probably for the best. This is Lindsay—your sister, she’s my daughter. You were adopted." My husband then pointed at me and said to our son, "You should call her Aunt Wendy." Before the shock could even sink in, I watched the child I'd fought so hard to protect turn and throw himself into the arms of Lindsay. "Mom! I played outside all day. I missed you so much!" So that was the truth. My amnesia was exactly what they'd been hoping for. In that case, I didn't need this made-up life anymore.

The year Lawrence Scott and I were most in love, he died in a car accident. Everyone thought I would fall apart, but I did not cry, and I did not scream. Two years later, I ran into him at a private lounge: Lawrence was there, holding a young girl in his arms, kissing her passionately. His friends hurried over to explain: "Back then, Lawrence was badly injured in the crash and fell into a coma. He just woke up recently but lost his memory. We didn't tell you because we didn't want you to worry." Lawrence pushed the girl aside, frowned slightly, and looked straight at me. "So you're the fiancée I supposedly forgot? I don't remember you, but since you never gave up on me, I'll honor my promise to marry you." I smiled faintly and said, "They lied to you. We don't know each other." What Lawrence did not know was that on the day he faked his death, I received a video. In it, he was laughing and saying to his friends, "The thought of spending the rest of my life with only Yoana drives me crazy. I'll fake my death, take a few years off to have fun. Just keep her company so she doesn't do anything stupid." He also did not know that during those two years he was 'dead,' I had found someone else.