Healing Touch 5e

นางคือภรรยาที่เขาไม่ต้องการ ถูกแม่สามีรังเกียจ ถูกสตรีอื่นแย่งชิงสามี และถูกผลักไสออกจากจวนถูกราวกับของไร้ค่า...สามปีให้หลังนางกลับมาอีกครั้งพร้อมความแค้นที่จะสะสางและทวงคืนอย่างสาสม!

Melati selaku istri yang selalu Ravael tolak, ternyata wanita yang diam-diam Ravael cintai sejak lama. Namun, Ravael baru mengetahuinya setelah dirinya menjatuhkan talak untuk ke tiga kalinya, sementara Melati langsung membuka cadarnya. Ravael pikir, hanya itu kesalahan fatalnya. Namun ternyata, Dimas sahabatnya sendiri, begitu mencintai Melati. Dimas memperlakukan Melati layaknya seorang ratu, dan bahkan akan menikahi Melati dalam waktu dekat! Salahkah jika kini, Ravael melakukan segala cara, agar mendapatkan maaf dari Melati, hingga mereka bisa kembali menjadi suami istri?

Jadi... Kau ingin mati? Atau ingin diselamatkan? . . . Ava menemukannya. Dia menemukan dirinya. Seseorang mengajarinya. Jika kau berpikir mati adalah satu-satunya pilihan, maka tetaplah hidup. Dengan begitu kau akan mulai menyadari, jika kau tetap hidup, maka pilihanmu bukan hanya mati.

นอ.ไปงานแต่งงานเพื่อนสนิท จะเข้าไปอวยพรแต่ห้องนั้นกลับสลับกัน มีพอ.ที่ถูกวางยาปลุกกำนันอยู่ข้างใน พอรู้อีกทีก็สายเกินแก้ จะหนีก็ไม่ทัน จำต้องแต่งงานกลับพอ.อย่างไม่อาจหลีกเลี่ยง เพียงเพราะความผิดพลาดในค่ำคืนหนึ่ง นางจึงถูกตราหน้าว่าเป็นฮูหยินที่ไม่ต้องการของเขา...ถูกเหยียดหยามและถูกมองอย่างไร้ค่า ทว่าหัวใจของนางกลับโง่เขลาไม่อาจหนีพ้นจากบุรุษผู้นี้ไปได้

“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...”

Di tahun kelima pernikahan tanpa hubungan suami istri, sebuah pesan teks tentang suamiku yang meninggalkan duniawi dan saudara perempuan angkatnya yang sedang menginap di hotel muncul. Detik berikutnya, foto pribadiku yang mengenakan pakaian seksi untuk menggoda suamiku, tetapi ditolak dengan dingin, terkirim ke grup obrolan kerja. Grup obrolan kerja itu penuh dengan sarkasme, [Awalnya, berusaha mati-matian memaksa menikah dengan Pak Jason, Pak Jason menjadi biksu untuk melindungi kepolosannya, sehingga dia harus berpisah dari kekasihnya.] [Pak Jason menahannya selama lima tahun, wajar baginya untuk kehilangan kendali atas emosinya dan kembali bersama kekasihnya.] Ayah yang sakit parah meninggal karena syok, tetapi suamiku bahkan tidak menghadiri pemakaman. Malam itu, aku berlutut di depan Ibu Jason dan mengajukan perceraian. “Awalnya, kamu bilang aku adalah jodoh Jason, pernikahan kami akan memberinya masa depan yang cerah, jadi kamu rela membayar biaya pengobatan yang sangat mahal dan menyetujui perjanjian lima tahun denganku.” “Sekarang waktunya telah tiba dan kamu harus melepaskanku.”

My best friend's brother and I have been dating for half a year, and she has no clue. My best friend drags me out on Christmas for a singles' night out. Unexpectedly, we see her brother, Chris Lambert, holding hands and kissing a girl under the fireworks. "Damn, Chris finally got the school belle!" She looks thrilled and pulls me forward to say hi. Chris awkwardly rubs his nose and introduces me to his girlfriend, "This is my sister, and the one beside her is… sort of like my sister too." I smile silently. We have held hands and kissed, yet now, I am just sort of like his sister.

After her first love died, Sophia Hayes hated me for ten years. I tried to win back her favor every day, but she only responded with cold sneers. "If you really want to make me happy, why don't you just die?" Her words were like daggers to my heart. It was a shock when she died in a pool of blood while trying to save me from an oncoming truck. With her final gaze fixed on me, she whispered, "If only I had never met you." Her mother was inconsolable with grief at the funeral. "I should have let Sophia be with Ethan Brooks. I never should have forced her to marry you!" Her father also looked at me with hatred in his eyes. "Sophia saved your life three times. She was such a wonderful person. Why couldn't it have been you who died instead?" Everyone regretted that Sophia had married me—myself included. I was driven away from the funeral, completely devastated. Three years later, I traveled back to the past after a time machine was invented. This time, I chose to sever all connections with Sophia, giving everyone the version of history they truly desired.

I had a perception disorder that messed with how I saw and felt stuff. So when I got dropped into a horror game, everyone else freaked out trying to survive— Me? I thought I was in a dating sim. I raised a young fae like she was my kid, fell for the vampire count, and treated the undead like my in-laws. The first time I saw the vampire—face torn up, soaked in blood—I straight-up blushed. "You're really handsome." He froze. Then, low and uncertain: "Am I... really handsome?"

At the annual gala, my father had me marry Asher Ziegler, a rising star in the finance industry whom he had groomed. Back then, I, Maddison Gruber, had no idea that Asher was in love with someone else. Sometime later, my father's company is investigated for product fraud, and his company's stock plummets. He even faces criminal charges. When this happens, Asher immediately brings his first love, Cora Singer, home and tells me outright that he is going to make her his legally wedded wife. My mother-in-law admonishes me. "Your family's bankrupt now, and you're completely barren! Why shouldn't my son remarry?" Asher slides a divorce agreement in front of me, his tone condescending. "Sign this, and I can let you stay here and live alongside Cora." But I say nothing. I merely quietly book a ticket to leave this place. In seven days, I will be following my father down south.