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Mosa (25 tahun) menikah dengan Roni (35 tahun). Menurut Mosa kedewasaan tidak diukur dari usia. Roni yang terpaut jauh dengan Mosa ternyata tidak bisa mandiri. Selalu mengikuti perkataan ibunya. Mosa tidak menyangka jika Roni yang rajin sholat 5 waktu dan gemar mengikuti kegiatan keagamaan tidak bisa memperlakukan istrinya dengan baik

Ibu mertuaku tega menyuruh Mas Amar – Suamiku, untuk menikah lagi. Hanya karena aku belum bisa memberi keturunan. Sebagai anak yang berbakti, Mas Amar tidak bisa menolak. Dia tak ingin menyakiti hati ibunya. Bertubi hinaan dan cacian aku dapatkan. Berusaha tegar demi cinta, namun terlalu menyakitkan. "Hiduplah bahagia dengan dia, Mas. Aku tidak bisa bertahan dalam rumah tangga ini. Aku pikir kamu bisa membangun syurga untukku, di rumah ini. Ternyata tidak! ... Maaf, aku menyerah!" ujarku sambil menatap bola mata indah milik Mas Amar. "Aku tidak akan melepaskan mu, Arumi. Aku sangat mencintaimu!" Mas Amar berusaha memegang tanganku. Tetapi aku langsung menghempaskan. "Cinta seperti apa yang Mas aksud? Tidak ada cinta yang di dalamnya mengandung luka!" Aku berkata dengan raut wajah penuh amarah.

Sebuah kecelakaan membuat Anita Fazluna harus mengalami disabilitas fisik, kakinya pincang dan ia tidak bisa berlari atau berjongkok seperti sedia kala. Dan tidak lama setelah itu ia harus menikah dengan orang yang dijodohkan dengannya yaitu Malik Azhar. Tentu saja Malik Azhar tidak suka karena wanita itu kini cacat (pincang). Akan tetapi Anita Fazluna justru jatuh cinta pada Malik Azhar walaupun suaminya itu selalu bersikap tidak baik padanya. Apakah Anita Fazluna bisa mendapatkan hati suami yang dijodohkan dengannya dan bisa menerima semua kekurangan yang ada pada Anita? Ataukah ia harus menahan pahitnya kehidupan pernikahannya dengan orang yang tidak mencintainya?

Aku punya hobi khusus, suka melihat pasangan sejoli melakukan aktivitas olahraga bersama. Namun pacarku seorang pria polos yang kurang bergairah, dia tidak bisa memuaskan hasrat biologisku. Aku tidak bisa menahan diri dan membawa pacarku ke sebuah panti pijat refleksi kaki yang baru buka baru-baru ini, di sana aku bisa puas melihat semuanya ....

Selalu disiksa dan dicela oleh saudara-saudara seperguruan bela dirinya, Yan Siyi tumbuh menjadi sesosok pemuda yang pengecut dan tidak percaya diri. Dia merasa dunia ini kejam kepadanya, orang tuanya membuangnya, saudara satu sektenya membencinya, dan master dibuat putus asa karena dirinya tidak dapat mengontrol sirkulasi Qi spritualnya. Yan Siyi bagaikan sebuah apel busuk yang tidak berguna dan dianggap noda hitam dalam Sekte bela diri Quanzhen ternama di Kota Xiashadian. Sampai suatu ketika, saat dilakukannya perburuan malam setiap lima tahun sekali untuk seluruh sekte di wilayah Negara Xinzhuang. Yan Siyi yang seharusnya dikurung dalam pengasingan, diam-diam melarikan diri dan mengikuti perburuan malam yang berbahaya. Namun, bukan nasib buruk yang menimpa Yan Siyi dalam perburuan malam pertamanya, pemuda yang bahkan dikatakan tidak dapat mengangkat pedangnya itu secara tidak sengaja mencabut pedang pusaka kuno surgawi yang telah lama hilang di Gua Monster Api dan tiba-tiba seekor makhluk kecil dan lucu melayang disekitarnya kemudian menyambutnya dengan riang gembira, seolah-olah sudah seratus tahun tidak bertemu. "Tuan Arwah Surgawi! Akhirnya Aku Menemukanmu!" Yan Siyi yang tidak tahu makhluk apa yang menyapanya itu terkejut dan jatuh di tanah karena ketakutan yang luar biasa. "Dedemit!" (Instagram : @magris.el)

I'm severely allergic to many things, so my husband buys a separate villa for me. It's supposed to be sort of a nursing home. When my future daughter-in-law learns about this, she thinks my son is cheating on her. She breaks my bones to vent her anger. When she finds out I'm her future mother-in-law, she caresses her belly and looks at me smugly. "I'm already pregnant with Shawn's child. Think about whether you want this child to make it into this world." What she doesn't know is that the Ziegler family's fortune belongs to me and that Shawn Ziegler is only my adoptive son.

The nanny, Polly Jackson, pushes me down the stairs when I'm seven months pregnant. I suffer from major blood loss and go into premature labor. Before I can question her about it, Zachary Campbell brushes me off with a lame excuse. "Polly didn't mean it. You and the baby are fine, so don't be so petty about this." I get out of bed to move around. I'm at the bathroom door when I hear Zachary and Polly's conversation. "Are you sure that wretch can stay alive, Zachary? Switching it out won't be that easy if it dies." "Don't worry about whether Daisy Jameson's baby can live, Mom. Either way, mine and Danielle's child will be the Campbell family's sole heir." I pretend I've never heard this and raise my son for 18 years. During a banquet held in honor of a share ownership transfer, Polly suddenly shows up with my mentally impaired daughter. She cries, "Mason is my grandson! It's high time he's returned to his rightful place after being raised by the wrong family for so long!" I'm unfazed. I even laugh at her words. "Fine, then!"

The day before New Year's, my younger brother announced he was bringing his girlfriend home for dinner. Excited, I drove my new car to pick them up, taking my daughter along with me. However, as soon as his girlfriend got in the car, her face darkened. "Henry, you didn't tell me your sister was staying at your place—and with a kid!" she snapped. I frowned and was about to explain when my brother quickly interjected, "She's not staying. After dropping us off, she'll be heading to a hotel." Only then did his girlfriend's expression ease. I swallowed my discomfort and asked my brother what he was planning. He leaned in with a conspiratorial grin and said, "Sis, don't cause any trouble for me, okay? My girlfriend is the daughter of the Cromwell Group's CEO!" My eyes widened in shock. Was not the Cromwell Group the same company my ex-husband had just handed over to me as part of our divorce settlement?

On my 50th wedding anniversary, I took my worn, crumbling marriage certificate to City Hall to renew it. The clerk glanced at it—and froze. “This certificate is fake. Our records show you’ve never been married.” I stared. “Impossible. I’ve been married to Damien Slater for fifty years.” The clerk pulled up his file. “Well…Yes, Mr. Slater is married—but his wife’s name is Vanessa Grant.” Vanessa. His widowed sister-in-law. A military doctor who’d spent decades living among the troops. My hands shook as I returned home and confronted Damien. He didn’t even try to deny it. “I’ve treated you well all these years. Isn’t that enough? Vanessa is my true love. I only ever wanted her—our children, our life.” My son counseled me and said, “To spare your feelings, my parents kept it a secret their whole lives. You’re getting old now. What more do you want?” Only then did I learn the truth. The child I had raised with my own hands was never mine by blood. Decades ago, Vanessa and I gave birth on the same day. To ensure her child would grow up with intellect, privilege, and a future that I could provide, Damien switched our children. My own son? Damien drowned him in the pond the moment he drew breath. And I—fool that I was—raised Vanessa’s boy as my own. I even got him all the way to Claremont University. The truth broke me, and I collapsed. When I opened my eyes again—I was back. Back to the day I went into labor.

I'm an heiress who's been bound to a gossip system. Everyone reads my mind on my first day back home after being reunited with my family. "Mom sure has done a good job of maintaining her beauty. It's no wonder she became an OnlyFans streamer after divorcing Dad." My mother is about to berate me for something, but she pales and stops when she hears my thoughts. I glance at the fake heiress, who's weeping pitifully. "My, she's pregnant. Is it John's or Zach's?" My two brothers exchange odd looks. Then, my father arrives. I cluck my tongue. "Oh, it's Dad's."