Good Ending Memes

Anisa adalah seorang wanita muda yang pernah memiliki segalanya. Karir yang cemerlang, kekasih yang penuh kasih, dan masa depan yang tampak cerah. Namun, dalam hitungan minggu, semuanya runtuh. Kekasihnya, Reza, meninggalkannya tanpa alasan yang jelas, dan karirnya hancur seiring dengan hilangnya kontrak besar yang selama ini menjadi kebanggaannya. Terpuruk dalam keputusasaan dan kesendirian, Anisa merasa hidupnya telah mencapai titik terendah. Di tengah kegelapan dan kesedihannya, Anisa bertemu dengan seorang pria misterius bernama Arya. Arya muncul dalam hidupnya tanpa peringatan, membawa serta aura kelam yang tidak bisa Anisa abaikan. Meskipun terkesan menakutkan, ada sesuatu tentang Arya yang membuat Anisa merasa tertarik. Sebuah daya tarik yang sulit ia pahami, namun tidak bisa ia lawan. Seiring berjalannya waktu, hubungan mereka berkembang menjadi sesuatu yang lebih dalam dan intens, tetapi juga semakin berbahaya. Arya memiliki rahasia-rahasia gelap yang perlahan mulai terungkap, menarik Anisa ke dalam jaringan manipulasi, ketergantungan, dan perasaan terperangkap yang semakin sulit untuk ia hindari. Anisa kini terjebak di antara keinginannya untuk menemukan cinta yang ia dambakan dan kenyataan pahit yang dihadapi. Di dalam cinta yang berbalut kegelapan ini, Anisa harus memilih antara melarikan diri dan menyelamatkan diri dari bayang-bayang kelam Arya, atau tetap terjerat dalam hubungan yang berpotensi menghancurkannya.

Maya adalah wanita berusia 21 tahun, wanita yang sangat sederhana dan polos, dibesarkan di sebuah panti asuhan, dan ia sangat beruntung karena Rendra, putra konglomerat menikahinya, tapi yang membuat Maya menderita adalah sikap sang mertua, yang terang-terangan menentang pernikahan Maya dan Rendra, hingga sebuah kesepakatan dilakukan, jika Maya tidak hamil dalam waktu satu tahun, maka Maya dan Rendra harus mengakhiri pernikahan mereka. Rencana licik pun dilakukan Ambar, mertua Maya, setiap malam, Ambar memberi pil kontrasepsi untuk Maya, dengan dalih memberi vitamin, tujuannya jelas, supaya Maya tidak bisa hamil. Rencana Ambar untuk memisahkan Rendra dan Maya berhasil, dengan segala upaya, dan konspirasinya Ambar berhasil membuat Rendra berselingkuh dengan Arnia, sahabat kecil Rendra, yang juga merupakan putri dari seoarng pengusaha dibidang kosmetik. Di tengah perceraian Maya dan Rendra, ternyata Maya hamil, tapi sebuah kecelakaan membuat Maya harus menderita amnesia, dan ia justru menganggap Fardian, sang pengacara perceraian sebagai suaminya. Fardian yang memang menaruh hati pada Maya, ia memanfaatkan kesempatan itu untuk menikahi Maya. Pernikahan Maya dengan Fardian merubah nasib Maya, enam tahun berlalu, Maya menjadi seorang pelukis, dengan hasil karya lukisan yang sangat di minati pecinta seni lukis, hingga membuat Maya, menjadi wanita yang berbeda.

Hidup Hana hancur ketika diminta untuk melepas Alga, kekasihnya. Hubungan yang sudah ia jalani hampir 3 tahun lamanya harus ia relakan berakhir begitu saja, karena sang kekasih diminta untuk menikahi wanita lain oleh keluarganya. Apakah Hana berhasil melalui semuanya? Yuk ikuti terus kelanjutan kisahnya hanya di Good Novel!

In my past life, my father arranged betrothals for both my brother and me, leaving the choice to us. Without hesitation, my brother chose the wealthy heiress, forcing me to marry the housekeeper's daughter. But the heiress turned out to be a cruel woman. She brought her first love home and humiliated my brother every day. Meanwhile, the housekeeper's daughter I married ended up winning hundreds of millions in the lottery, granting me a life free from financial worries. Jealous of my prosperous life, my brother deliberately drove his car straight into me. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day we're supposed to choose our betrothed. My brother rushes to choose the housekeeper's daughter first. "Jason Wright, it's my turn to enjoy the good life! You can go keep that awful woman company!" I smile. He doesn't know that my comfortable life was never dependent on my wife.

I had just given birth when the country sent me on a secret mission that kept me undercover for seven years. When it finally ended, I came home on leave. I was eager to see my husband and children, whom I had missed every single day. However, the moment my car stopped at the gate, I saw my two children—my most precious treasures—being shoved down the steps by a woman. They tumbled hard, and they were covered in bruises. The next second, three snarling wolfhounds were released from the house, and they pounced on the children with bared teeth. Fury surged through me, and I charged forward. I got the dogs away with a few swift kicks and punches. Amid the animals’ pitiful howls, my ten-year-old son instinctively shielded his sister. His young face was pale with fear. Meanwhile, my eight-year-old daughter snapped out of her daze and trembled as she urged me to leave. “Miss, run! You hurt her dogs, and if Dad finds out, he won’t let you get away with it!” I forced down my anger and gently said, “She set the dogs on you first. Even if your dad were here, he’d protect you just like I did.” I did not expect this to make their eyes instantly fill with tears. Alarmed, I was about to ask what was wrong when a woman’s arrogant voice rang out. “You vagrant! I have a close relationship with Martin Gray, and I’m also the lady of the Gray family! “You and these two brats who dirtied my house aren’t leaving in one piece today!” I froze for a second before I took a deep breath and called my husband. “Martin, who’s this woman proclaiming to be the lady of the Gray family? Where did she come from? You’d better have a good explanation for this. And tell me, when did the house I left for John and Katy get a new owner?”

What a small world. As Elaine Johnson was checking in at the hotel front desk, she happened to bump into Jasper Carter's young mistress —a girl who looked like an innocent college student. She was dressed in a simple white cotton dress, pure and demure, with a shy, sweet smile. "Hello, here's your room key. You'll be staying in the executive suite on the top floor," the receptionist said. "Thank you, miss," the girl replied softly, taking the key. Just then, her phone rang. Elaine overheard her speaking bashfully to the person on the other end: "Mr. Carter, I... I'm already here. When will you be coming?" Her tone was soft, a little nervous, filled with affectionate anticipation. A moment later, Elaine heard her add, "Mhm, I'll wait for you. No rush. Please drive carefully, Mr. Carter." The girl's voice was so sweet and tender, it could have melted anyone's heart. Elaine could not help thinking that her husband had good taste — the girl was young and beautiful, gentle and thoughtful, the kind of woman any man would find hard to resist.

I don't kick up a fuss when Jasper Sutton's childhood sweetheart once again takes my spot in the front passenger seat. Instead, I obediently head to the backseat to sit with his good friend, Jonathan Clayton. When we drive along a bumpy road, my knee brushes against Jonathan's toned thigh. I deliberately leave it there, and he doesn't move. We stop for a break at a rest area. Jasper's childhood sweetheart clings to him as they head to the restroom. As soon as the door is shut, Jonathan grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. As I descend into the throes of passion, I can't help thinking it's no wonder people like to cheat.

At my own wedding, I find out the woman behind the veil isn't even the one I'm supposed to be marrying. Instead of getting mad, I give her the wedding of the century. It's all because of what happened in my past life. I'd exposed that she wasn't my bride in front of everyone and blew up the whole ceremony. That forced Jessie Clarke, who'd been at the hospital with her childhood sweetheart, Oliver Grant, to rush over reluctantly so we could still get married. Because of that, Oliver refused treatment and died on the operating table. When I heard he was gone, I told Jessie she should see him one last time, but she refused. All she said was, "Blame it on his bad luck." After we got married, we acted just as in love as before. I kept getting money from my family to save her company every time it was on the verge of collapse. But on the anniversary of Oliver's death, Jessie shoved me off the top floor of her company. I hit the ground hard enough to end up a broken, bloody mess. As I fell, I caught one last look at her face, streaked with tears. "If you hadn't forced me back to marry you, Oliver wouldn't have died! You get to keep me, but I lost him for good! Why do you get to live a happy life?" So that was it. She'd blamed me for Oliver's death from the start. She'd never loved me at all. The next time I opened my eyes, I was back at our wedding ceremony.

Even knowing that wailing at an Eravalen aristocratic funeral was considered disrespectful to the deceased, I let my husband's adopted sister make a scene anyway. In my previous life, my husband, Robert Baker, had a distant relative among the Eravalen aristocracy who passed away. A lawyer informed him that he stood to inherit the estate and invited him to attend the funeral. His adopted sister, Mia Carter, insisted on tagging along to see how the privileged few in another country lived. She wanted to rub shoulders with nobles and make herself look important, even planning to wail dramatically in front of everyone. I rushed to stop her. "Public mourning is taboo among Eravalen nobility. Forget inheriting anything. We'll all be thrown out!" Yet she burst into tears, accusing me of looking down on her and thinking she was not good enough to mingle with aristocrats. She stormed out and was killed by street thugs in a random attack. I thought Robert would fall apart, but he stayed silent through the entire funeral and collected his inheritance without a hitch. Six months later, on our wedding anniversary, he took me to the snowy mountains for a photoshoot. The moment we reached the peak, he shoved me into a sleeping bag and tied it shut. "If you hadn't blown everything out of proportion, Mia never would've run off and gotten herself shot." He buried me alive in the snow. I froze to death, and he used that aristocratic fortune to become the CEO of a publicly traded company. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mia insisted on wailing at the funeral.

“Camille, I’ll love you forever!” Jameson let out a low, agonized growl. Just as he was about to climax, his phone suddenly began to buzz. He ignored it, of course. Now was hardly the time. However, his phone lit up again. The moment he saw the text on the screen, his body froze. Camille heard him answer the call. “Hello?” In the deep silence of the night, the voice on the phone cut through the stillness, clear and unmistakable. “Jameson, did you know that Sylvia—” Jameson switched languages and cut in with a sharp command, “Keep it down. It's not a good time.” The other person switched languages too, though he was still loud. “The hospital results came in. Sylvia is in the final stages of cancer. She only has a month left! Her last wish is to become your wife. Can you grant her that before she passes?” Jameson’s expression changed immediately. “What?! Wait for me!” He ended the call and turned to Camille. “Camille, something urgent came up. I need to step out for a bit. Be good and stay home. I’ll be back after you’ve had some sleep.” Before she could respond, he rose to wash up, changed his clothes, and left without looking back. Moments later, her phone buzzed. Sylvia: [Camille, you lost. I told you—Jameson has always been mine.] Right above it was a message from three days ago: [If I tell him I have cancer, do you think Jameson will leave you and come to me? I bet he will.] Camille’s gaze slowly shifted from her phone screen to the open bedroom door. What Jameson did not know was that she had already picked up a new language. She understood every word of that call. After a long moment, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I lost...”