I Married A Sick Husband

Bagaimana orang-orang bisa saling mencintai? Aku terbiasa mencintai seseorang dalam diam, sampai tidak tahu bagaimana rasanya dicintai oleh seseorang. Sampai akhirnya dia datang, dengan gagah berani meminta kepada ayahku, dan bersedia menyebutkan namaku dalam ijab qobulnya, dengan sambil menjabat tangan ayahku. Permasalahannya, aku sama sekali belum mencintainya bahkan baru sedikit mengenalnya. Apakah aku bisa mencintainya? Apakah dia datang padaku karena adanya cinta dihatinya? Atau sekedar ingin menikah karena sudah waktunya? Mengapa dia memilihku? Sejauh ini, itu yang selalu kupikirkan.

It's about a divorced couple who still love each other. Then the wife became her husband's mistress. Where did the faith would bring them? Let's see...

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?”

Neriah's perfect life was a lie. Her husband's loyalty was a facade, shattered when she discovers his illicit affair with her own sister. The ultimate betrayal: her sister just gave birth to her husband’s child, a replica of the man she loved. But that was only the beginning. A brutal accident nearly claims her life, and in the depths of her recovery, her husband's true intentions are revealed - a press conference announcing her death, a twisted attempt to erase her existence. Consumed by a thirst for vengeance, Neriah finds an unlikely ally in Denver, her husband's sworn enemy and half-brother. A proposal is made: a contract marriage, a union of convenience, with one rule - DO NOT FALL IN LOVE. . As the stakes rise, Neriah and Denver dance to the tune of vengeance, but they must confront the ultimate question: Will their hunger for revenge consume them, or will they succumb to the one thing they cannot afford— Love?

What should have been a happy moment became a disaster for Helena. She never expected the husband she loved so much, handed over the divorce papers. That's not all, because at the same time, her husband brought another woman into their home. And she was pregnant. As if that wasn't enough, Helena's mother-in-law fully supported her son's move; divorcing Helena. One thing that became main reason; Helena never got pregnant. Even though on that day, Helena brought one piece of news that she had been waiting for; her pregnancy. However, what she got made that intention undone immediately. Helena is thrown out of the house, with nothing other than her pride being trampled on. Unfortunately, they never found out who Helena really was. And when Helena feels like it's time to show everyone who has insulted her everyone who has insulted her, will Helena give them an apology? A second chance for Arden who regrets wasting Helena?

Ayah Russell gave up everything for love. For ten years, she endured a cold marriage, believing that one day her husband, Ethan Evans, would finally choose her. Instead, he chose another woman—again and again—until the night Ayah lost the child she had kept secret. When betrayal becomes too heavy to bear, Ayah signs the divorce papers and walks away. But fate has other plans. A car accident leaves her with retrograde amnesia, erasing the last ten years of her life. In Ayah’s mind, she is still eighteen—the proud heiress of the powerful Russell family, and still deeply in love with her first love. Bryan Mitchell. The man who also happens to be her ex-husband’s greatest rival. Seeing an opportunity, Bryan proposes a shocking deal: a marriage that will shake the entire elite circle. Now the heiress who once loved blindly has returned—stronger, fiercer, and no longer willing to be anyone’s second choice. But as old memories slowly resurface, Ayah will discover that the truth behind her marriage, her accident, and the people around her is far darker than she ever imagined. And this time… the one who will regret everything might be the man who once threw her away.

I was reborn, back to the day before my wedding. The first thing I did? I swapped husbands with my sister. Last time around, I married Julian, a mild-mannered tech mogul. He couldn't handle my fiery temper, and I couldn't stand how soft he was. Our marriage crashed and burned in a year. My sister, sweet and timid, was in an arranged marriage with Robin Kane, the Don of New York's biggest crime family. She couldn't handle the brutal, chaotic life. Tormented by Robin's so-called childhood sweetheart, Isabella, she fell into a deep depression and died. So when I came back, I made a decision. I’d be the one to marry the Don. But I never expected that after the wedding, the cold, stoic Don would become a different man. Every night, he’d be on top of me, kissing me like he was obsessed, whispering, "Good girl. I'll make you feel good. Just one more time, baby?"

On the day the real heiress was welcomed home, my fiancé was already sleeping with her. Staring at the blue pills and torn lingerie scattered on the floor, I told them to get the hell out of my wedding house. But a second later, my father stormed in and slapped me hard across the face. "Who are you to tell her to leave? Bella is our real daughter!" "Elena, you’re just an outsider we took in by mistake. You’re the one who needs to get out." Marco wrapped his arm around Bella, his tone impatient: "Elena, I’m the heir to the Moretti family. I can’t marry a mongrel with impure blood like you. If you don't want to bring shame to the family, be smart and go tell the Don the wedding is off tomorrow." Bella gave a coy smile and tossed a stack of cash at my feet like she was giving alms: "Sister, I know Marco and I hurt you, but we’re true love." "Take this as your severance package. Take the money and get lost." I suppressed my rage and stepped forward to throw these disgusting people out, but Marco shoved me violently. "I told you, I’m not marrying you! Keep pestering us, and don't blame me for getting rough!" My stomach slammed against the table. I laughed out of pure anger. Who said I wanted to marry him? The one I’m going to marry is his father—the Don of the Moretti family, Lorenzo.

Three days before our wedding, my fiancé, Raphael Russo, was killed in a gang shootout. They didn't even find a body. As I was drowning in grief, comments suddenly flashed before my eyes: 【Wake up, girl! the coffin's empty! He faked his death! The scumbag ran off to be with that scheming bitch chloe, the one pretending to be sick!】 【While you're crying your eyes out at the funeral, Raphael is fucking Chloe’s brains out in a hotel bed.】 【When he comes back, he'll claim he has amnesia. You won't know a thing and you'll forgive him. You poor thing…】 A month later, news of my marriage to Mafia Don Marcello Falcone spread through New York. Raphael’s right-hand man cornered me, furious. “How could you betray the Boss?” I tightened my grip on Marcello’s arm and smiled. “A girl can’t mourn forever, can she? I’m sure Raphael, in spirit, would be happy for me.”

After my sister's death, I signed a five-year contract marriage with her mafia husband, Horton Falcone. I became the stepmother to my five-year-old nephew, Luca. On my birthday, I wore my late sister's diamond cross necklace, not realizing what it was. At the family dinner, Luca walked up to me with a glass of red wine and threw the wine in my face. The red wine dripped down my cheeks, its sharp scent stinging my eyes and staining my white dress. He tilted his head back to look up at me, his eyes as cold and cruel as his father's. "Don't think you can replace my mom just because you married into the Falcone family," he said with a malicious grin. "You're the reason she's dead." "I wish you were the one who died. Then I could smash your gravestone instead of celebrating this stupid birthday." "I swear, when I grow up, the first thing I'll do is dump you in the Hudson River myself!" The memory stung as sharply as the wine, and all I could taste was despair. I stared at the child I had spent five years raising as my own, a sharp pain pulsing in my chest. I had thought I could devote myself to the Falcone family, that I could win him over with my love. But now, I was just so tired of it all. It was a family with no love, a child who saw me as his mortal enemy. I stopped deluding myself. It was time to let go. But after I left, that arrogant father and son came crawling back to me like whipped dogs, begging for my forgiveness.