Husband Fell Out Of Love

Mira adalah seorang gadis manis yang baru lulus kuliah. Pada suatu siang ibunya bercerita bahwa bapaknya menjodohkannya dengan seorang yang paling kaya di desanya yaitu Leo, dikarenakan hutang. Di satu sisi Mira memiliki seorang kekasih bernama Noval, seorang lelaki tampan, romantis yang bekerja sebagai karyawan swasta di perusahaan ternama. Dari punggung Leo tampak begitu tinggi berbadan kekar dan sangat menawan. Namun, setelah berhadapan langsung dengan Leo, tompel, iya tompel berwarna biru kehitaman menutupi seluruh wajahnya sehingga hampir tidak ada ruang sisa di wajahnya. Mira akhirnya menerima perjodohan demi lunasnya hutang keluarga. Namun yang tak kalah mengejutkan akhirnya dia baru mengetahui karakter Leo setelah menikah. Leo adalah seorang laki-laki gagah yang jarang tersenyum dan memiliki kepribadian suka seenaknya sendiri, keras, kaku, pemarah dan pencemburu. Semua itu dikarenakan masa lalunya. Hingga Mira ‘pun memanggilnya “Beast Husband”. Dengan datangnya Mira dalam kehidupannya, lambat laun merubah karakter Leo menjadi lebih hangat, karena Mira adalah cinta sejati Leo. namun Mira berubah. Mira hanya menilai Leo dari wujud luarnya saja, segala perhatian, kasih sayang dan keromantisan Leo kalah dengan pesona yang selama 2 tahun dia kenal yaitu Noval mantan kekasihnya, apalagi Noval kembali ke kehidupan Mira. Mira menjadi jahat kepada Leo. “Prak!”. Piring berisi bubur ayam buatan Leo ditumpahkan ke lantai oleh Mira. Segala pemberian Leo dibuangnya. “Jangan berikan apapun kepadaku, bahkan jika hatimu yang kamu berikan, aku tak sudi menerimanya! Keluar dari kamarku, aku tak mau memandang wajah burukmu itu!” teriak Mira penuh emosi. Dengan segala tipu daya, Noval ingin merebut Mira kembali, setelah tahu bahwa Mira belum disentuh sekalipun oleh Leo. Apalagi, Mira masih mau bertemu dengannya. Bagaimana perubahan Mira setelah tahu muslihat Noval sesungguhnya dan bagaimana perjuangan cinta Leo dalam menghadapi badai cintanya, baca terus yuk! Jangan lupa beri komentar manisnya ya!

On Independence Day, I was on my way to my boyfriend's house when a car slammed into me. The stretch of road was deserted. The collision jammed my door shut, and the acrid smell of gasoline filled the air. My car was about to explode. I scrambled for the emergency hammer, only to find it had been swapped out for a pink toy mallet. Panic rising in my chest, I dialed my boyfriend's number. To my horror, his ringtone sounded from the very car that had crashed into me. He stepped out, arm wrapped around his childhood sweetheart. She put on a pitiful face, tears in her eyes. "Oh no, I'm so clumsy. It's my first time driving, and I hit someone." When my boyfriend realized the victim was me, he didn't hesitate to console her. "Don't worry. She must have collided with you on purpose." I pounded on the window, desperate. "Nick! The emergency hammer's been switched out. Help me get out of here!" His childhood sweetheart lit up with a mischievous smile. "Katie, I swapped it! Isn't the pink hammer super cute?" Disgust flickered across Nick's face. "It's just a little crash. Get out on your own." By now, thick smoke was pouring into the car, and the heat was searing my lungs. I begged him to save me. But the girl only giggled, covering her nose in mock annoyance. "Katie, why are you cooking in there? The smoke is awful." Then she patted her stomach. "Oops, my tummy is rumbling. Nick, let's go home and eat." He tightened his hold around her and turned to leave. "Enough already. Stop pretending. My parents are waiting for us at home." Just as suffocation closed in on me, I slammed my hand against the car's emergency distress button.

I've been in a coma for six months after a car accident. When I finally wake up, the first thing I hear is something sloppy in my hospital ward. My girlfriend, Quinn Simpson, is in here. She's kissing Chad Scott, her true love. Chad looks uneasy as he glances at me every few seconds. "Quinn, don't do this. I heard coma patients can still hear things. If Mateo hears us—" Quinn scoffs, completely unbothered. "So what? He's a vegetable. Probably won't wake up for the rest of his life. It's better this way, isn't it? Didn't you say you liked living on the edge?" They talk trash about me right in front of my face. I can even feel the contempt in Quinn's eyes. When the two of them finally leave, they don't notice the effort it takes for me to crack my eyes open. But the nurse who walks in next does. She sees it immediately and slams the emergency button. Once I start regaining strength, the first thing I do is send a message to my parents. "Mom, Dad, I'll do the arranged marriage."

Ariana Lubove and Spencer Ulrich have been married for three years. She doesn't hope to win his heart, but she thinks that she's at least special to him. To her devastation, he finds himself a mistress and treats her like she's his treasure. Ariana finally faces reality and gets a divorce. She turns to leave without another look back. Five years later, she shows up with a little boy by her side. Spencer looks at the boy and snorts. "You're a little bastard." The boy gives him an equally icy look. "And you're an old bastard." Five years is enough for Spencer to turn a new leaf and start with a clean slate. He's confident he can win Ariana's heart again. But why the hell does he have rivals in love all over the world?

“What the f*ck…?” That was all I could say when I found myself falling for the very same man who was pulling me into the dark.

My three-year-old daughter was playing in the room, and she suddenly fell from the window of the room and died. In my past life, I held her lifeless body after learning the news, crying so hard I thought I would never stop. But when my husband rushed back, he slapped me across the face without a second thought. "How could you be so cruel? You actually threw her out of the window—she was only three!" I was too stunned to react. Later, my husband and my best friend teamed up and testified that I had thrown my daughter from the window because I had an argument with my husband. I was cyberbullied and labeled the "evil mom". Amid the public hatred and the pain of losing my daughter, I jumped to prove my innocence. Even in death, I still didn't understand. My daughter had been fine playing in the room—how did she fall out of the window? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she fell.

When someone needs an enormous amount of money, what can they do to get it? Sell a kidney? (Yeah, that's an appropriate option) However, I became a game tester. All I have to do is to make sure that the main character and male lead will reach their happy ending. Sweet! Easy Money! What if the game was harder than I thought? And what's this hidden task?! Do I really have to reach my own happy ending too?!

To temper my attitude, Frederick Burke throws me into the mountains. What he doesn't know is that this mountain lies deep within a high-radiation zone. Five months later, he finally shows up with a group of people to bring me back. However, my body is already starting to rot from the radiation. "Anastasia, if you hadn't pushed Colette down the stairs, I wouldn't have punished you like this. I wouldn't have left you to rot on this godforsaken mountain. Do you admit your mistake now?" I kneel on the ground and prostrate myself before Colette Reeves. Frederick freezes and instinctively reaches out to help me up. "Alright, there's no need for this…" I say nothing. I just quietly watch as he grabs my arm. Unbeknownst to him, my body is already soaked in radiation after months in this mountain. Anyone who touches me will slowly begin to rot, too...

After my older sister, Cecilia, and I hit adulthood, our parents dropped a bomb: one of us had to run the family business, the other had to marry into the Spencer family in Norwick City. Cecilia, blinded by greed, called dibs on the company without blinking. Problem was, she was all talk. Spent her days jet-setting and partying while the business tanked. Within a year, she'd burned it all to the ground. Me? I got the Spencer name and popped out two boys, locking in my spot as the rich wife. Cecilia couldn't handle it. Jealousy made her snap—she straight-up stabbed me at a family party. Next thing I knew, I was back on the day we had to choose. Cecilia didn't even pause. "I'll marry into the Spencer family. The business can go to Demi." I laughed. My poor, clueless sister—she had no idea she was walking straight into hell.

She was but a student, yet obliged to marry a man she had never met, for the sake of family. But this so-called husband cavorted daily with different women - and that was fine. Yet he still pestered her from time to time, laying hands on her improperly - clearly taking advantage! She dared not provoke, but flee she could. How bold of his mistress to brazenly visit their home. Well! This suited her own ends, giving them space as she retreated to her little nest, blissful in its coziness. Yet he barged in, occupying her bed. What vile man! Claiming he couldn't sleep without her - likely story! His company never lacked for women. Just as expected - a man's word is worthless. One moment embracing her, the next canoodling other women. She must keep her distance! Best they never meet again in this life!