Crying In H Mart

On our fifth wedding anniversary, Jacob Carter once again abandons me for his so-called first love, Wendy Miller. "Wendy's raising a child on her own. It's not easy for her. Can't you be a little more understanding? You're also a woman, aren't you?" Jacob said. In my previous life, that argument turned into a nightmare. He locked me in the house, and when a fire broke out, I was burned to death. After being reborn, I don't just give them my blessing. I pack my bags, walk out on my own terms, and apply to study architecture overseas. And now? Jacob's the one falling apart—crying and begging me not to go.

It was a national holiday and we decided to drive back to my husband's hometown to spend the holidays. One day before we left, my husband's childhood crush came crying to him that she had not managed to buy train tickets home. My husband immediately decided to let her have my seat in the car and insisted that I take the train instead. I looked at him in disbelief. There was shock in my eyes. Even my son insisted I take the train. "Mommy, Aunt Rosie is so pretty. How could you make her take the train?" I did not argue. I booked my train ticket right in front of them. However, it was to my own hometown. I no longer wanted a biased husband and a disloyal son.

"Look, chat! The rich guy who lives in this fancy apartment is secretly a pervert who gropes college girls!" As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, my neighbor Yvonne Shaw cornered me at the door. She tugged at her collar while crying to the camera. "Chat, this is where the guy lives! Just now in the elevator, he covered my mouth and groped me all over... If the elevator door hadn't opened in time, he would have dragged me back to his place!" The comments section exploded, the screen filled with curses aimed at my husband. But later, in court, when they saw my husband who had lost both arms saving someone five years ago... They were all dumbfounded.

Alya Safitri, guru TK pemalu dengan julukan “Dewi Galau”, hanya punya tujuh hari sebelum reuni akbar SMA. Selama ini ia masih dibayangi luka lama: kisah cinta putus-nyambung tujuh belas kali bersama Faris Aditya, si jenius matematika yang kini sukses sebagai direktur perusahaan fintech syariah. Hidup Alya terguncang ketika sebuah siniar viral menampilkan Faris dengan seorang lelaki muda yang mengaku sebagai “suaminya”. Di mata dunia, Faris sudah taken tapi di balik layar, “suami” itu hanyalah aktor bayaran untuk menutupi perjodohan paksa. Alya pun terjebak dalam drama baru, didorong oleh sahabat-sahabatnya yang meluncurkan misi “Glow Up Alya” agar ia tampil menawan di reuni. Sementara itu, rahasia demi rahasia terbuka: Maya, si pendiam yang dulu tak dianggap, ternyata menjadi dalang sekaligus penulis romansa terkenal yang sengaja merancang skenario mempertemukan kembali pasangan-pasangan lama. Konspirasi ini membuat Alya dan Faris harus menghadapi masa lalu mereka yang penuh gengsi, luka, dan cinta yang belum selesai. Dalam hitungan hari, Alya dipaksa memilih: tetap bertahan dalam bayang-bayang masa lalu, atau menerima kenyataan bahwa cinta sejati kadang tiba-tiba menjadi milikmu di saat paling tak terduga. Dengan bumbu humor persahabatan, drama keluarga, serta intrik sosial media yang membuat segalanya viral, kisah ini menghadirkan tawa, air mata, dan keyakinan bahwa kesempatan kedua selalu ada asal berani membuka hati.

The two brothers who were supposed to be in a marriage alliance with me fell in love with my adopted sister instead. They tricked me into shaving my hair just to cheer her up and locked me in a skiing cabin for an entire night. I tolerated their actions because of my parents' instructions. However, when my adopted sister accidentally slit her finger while cutting up some fruits, they forced me to the hospital to extract 2000 ml of blood. I cried and begged for mercy, but they said that I deserved to be punished for bullying my adopted sister. I gave up on them and turned to get into their older brother's car. The two men who had constantly been talking about canceling the wedding ended up crying in regret at my wedding.

“Margaux is a gorgeous and confident girl, who had a beloved fiance, Lester. However, no one expected Lester would run away from their wedding. Maybe he was just in traffic or maybe his car broke down on the road. No one knows the reason. Lester was just disappeared in this way. Having no time to change her bridal dress, Margaux got into the car and tried to find her groom back. But her car was blocked by a handsome guy, Lawrence. Lawrence was eager to have an important meeting. But he was attracted by this crying beauty. All the on-lookers thought Lawrence was the runaway groom so they persuaded Lawrence to go back and get married to Margaux. Well, Lawrence shrugged and grinned, "Miss Runaway Bride, don't cry, I'm much better than your ex-fiance."

Naomi is a Japanese princess, who has been in love with the wrong person for 8 years, her cousin Satoshi, both wanting to be together, her father the emperor, sends him away so that it will never happen, and instead on the verge of her 16th birthday she gets engaged to another man whom she disowns. Her cousin arrives just for her birthday, only he betrays his beloved by killing her father. She is about to be killed and is saved by her fiancé, who hides her in a village, facing dangerous situations, both falling in love and caring for each other, wanting to protect each other. Only that secrets, monarchy and revenge, will make things very difficult for the princess, unleashing fights, dramas, crying and breakups, is Satoshi really the traitor?

Synopsis: Xia's family is on the brink of shipwreck. For so many years, hindi niya aakalain na ang kanyang pamilya, hindi man perpekto pero para sa kanya ay masaya, ay masasaksihan niyang dahan-dahan nang nagigiba. She was anguished that night, crying her lungs out in the dark... The same night a stranger came out of nowhere to give warmth and little did she know... was also the start of something unexpected yet special. They were each other's comfort and chaos. Xia likes him. And before she knew it, she was already falling deeper for him. But they could still not begin a love story. Not until they can finally conquered everything on their way... not until his translucent feelings becomes clear...

Une fois tombée enceinte, on m'a saluée comme la femme la plus précieuse du monde souterrain. Mon mari, le nouveau Parrain de la famille Jenkins, a fermé toute la zone de service d'un hôpital privé pour mes examens, tandis que mon père, le Parrain Collins, a convoqué tous les chefs étoilés Michelin de New York dans le manoir, juste pour que je puisse choisir ce que je voulais. Le bébé que je portais était destiné à être l'unique héritier des deux familles mafieuses les plus puissantes. Mais le jour où nous devions signer les papiers garantissant l'héritage de mon enfant, ils sont tous les deux disparus. « Une affaire familiale urgente est survenue », a dit mon mari, Vincent, en m'embrassant le front. « Nous pourrons finaliser l'héritage de l'enfant à notre retour. » Peu de temps après leur départ, j'ai reçu le lien anonyme vers un live. La voix de mon père est sortie de la vidéo, plus froide que je ne l'avais jamais entendue. « Vous dites que votre contrat de mariage avec Evangeline n'a jamais été valable. Cela ne fait-il pas l'enfant illégitime ? » Vincent, allongé dans une boîte, a soufflé un anneau de fumée. Bercée dans ses bras se trouvait ma demi-sœur, Sarah. « Evangeline a toujours eu tout l'amour et l'affection. Son enfant ne manquera de rien. » « Sarah a été moquée de son statut pendant des années. Je dois arranger les choses pour elle, donner à notre enfant un nom légitime. » À cet instant, mon cœur s'est serré, et j'ai à peine pu respirer. Puis mon téléphone a sonné à nouveau. C'était un texto : « Bienvenue dans la famille Gallo, ma reine. » « Adressez simplement votre parole, et l'enfant que vous portez portera le nom de Gallo et deviendra l'héritier le plus puissant du monde souterrain américain. »

— „Zieh etwas an, das ich dir leicht ausziehen kann. Man weiß ja nie.“ Die Nachricht lässt mir die Hitze ins Gesicht steigen. Mit zitternden Fingern tippe ich meine Antwort: „Mal sehen.“ Alles begann mit einem Geruch. Rosmarin, brutzelnde Butter und etwas Süßes, das durch mein Fenster in diese neue Pariser Wohnung drang. Ich hatte gerade Thomas verlassen, ein Kapitel nach vier lauwarmen, behaglichen Jahren geschlossen. Ich suchte einen Neuanfang. Ich hätte nicht erwartet, die Besessenheit zu finden. Matthieu Beaumont. Drei-Sterne-Koch. Schön wie eine Sünde. Intensiv wie ein Brand. Unsere Geschichte begann mit einer geteilten Mahlzeit und einem Blick durch einen Innenhof. Sie explodierte in einer alles verschlingenden Leidenschaft, die mich schneller verzehrte, als ich es für möglich gehalten hätte. — „Schmeck das“, flüstert er und hält mir eine Gabel hin, seine dunklen Augen weichen nicht von meinen. „Und schließ dabei die Augen.“ Das Stöhnen, das mir entgleitet, lässt ihn dieses raubtierhafte Lächeln zeigen, das mir Angst machen sollte – stattdessen aber ein Feuer in meinem Unterleib entfacht. — „Dieser Laut“, sagt er mit heiserer Stimme. „Den will ich dir immer wieder entlocken. Aber nicht wegen Essen.“ Drei Tage. Ich brauchte drei Tage, um mich in einen Mann zu verlieben, den ich kaum kannte. Und dann zerbrach alles. Eine manipulative Ex namens Anaïs. Ein Verrat in einem Büro. Ein Geheimnis, das uns beinahe zerstört hätte. Ich hätte gehen sollen. Fliehen vor diesem Mann, der mir das Herz gebrochen hatte. Aber die Liebe folgt keiner Vernunft. Sie ist unordentlich, kompliziert, unvollkommen. Ich entschied mich zu bleiben. Zu kämpfen. Unsere Geschichte Stück für Stück wieder aufzubauen. Es ist die Geschichte eines Kochs, der kocht, wie er liebt: mit einer Intensität, die dich keuchend zurücklässt und nach mehr verlangen. Das ist unsere Geschichte. Unverblümt. Ehrlich. Gewürzt.