Jas Lab Farmasi

“Berhenti berpura-pura dan segera tanda tangani surat cerainya sekarang juga. Kali ini aku sendiri yang akan mengawasimu menandatanganinya.” “Surat perceraian? Aku bahkan belum menikah. Kau siapa?” Yuriel Scott terbangun di sebuah rumah sakit setelah mengalami Kecelakaan. Tiba-tiba saja dia disodorkan sebuah surat perceraian oleh Aleandro Gilren, seorang pengusaha multi miliader di Capital. “Jangan menguji kesabaranku dan segera tanda tangani surat cerai sekarang juga.” Aleandro berkata tidak sabar. “Aku bahkan tidak mengenalmu, mengapa aku harus menandatanganinya?” Yuriel melemparkan dokumen itu ke wajah Aleandro. Raut wajah Aleandro dipenuhi dengan kemarahan. Sementara para bawahannya menahan napas dan berkeringat dingin. Mereka sangat tahu kemarahan bos mereka sangat menakutkan. “Tuan Gilren, mohon tenang. Nyonya Yunifer baru saja sadar dari komanya karena kecelakaan. Emosinya mungkin tidak stabil.” Dokter Kenneth buru-buru menenangkan Aleandro. Yuriel sekejap menoleh dan meraih kerah jas dokter itu begitu mendengar kata ‘kecelakaan’ . “Apa yang terjadi setelah kecelakaan itu!” Tatapan Yuriel seolah ingin menelan dokter itu bulat-bulat jika dia tidak segera menjawab pertanyaannya. “Nyonya, tenang. Anda selamat dari kecelakaan itu, sementara mobil Anda meledak bersama teman nyonya yang ada di dalam mobil.” Sekejap kepala Yuriel berdengung mendengar kata-kata dokter itu. Gambaran sosok berdarah wanita yang tidak bernyawa dalam mobil berkelebat dalam kepalanya. Api besar berkobar membakar mobil itu disertai suara ledakan yang memekakkan telinga berseliweran bagaikan kaset rusak. Yuriel seketika menjerit histeris memegang dadanya. Tikaman rasa sakit menyerang dadanya. Dia mencengkeram dadanya. Tangisannya pecah, terdengar seperti lolongan binatang yang terluka. Seluruh pandangannya memburam oleh air mata. Bayangan wanita yang sudah tidak bernyawa dalam mobil terus-terusan berkelebat dalam kepalanya. Wanita itu adalah saudari kembarnya, Yunifer, sekaligus istri dari Aleandro Gilren yang akan diceraikan. ... Jangan lupa follow Ig @queen.moon16 ya

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life. And in the end, I chose to forgive him. Several months later, he crashed into a guardrail while answering a phone call, causing me to miscarry. The injury left me unable to conceive for life. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his voice choked with remorse. "Darling, I don't deserve you. I'm so sorry… We don't need children. We have each other, isn't that enough?" One day, I went to bring him lunch, only to find him in the next hospital room, cradling and feeding the woman he swore he'd never see again. "She's too weak to eat by herself," he said. "She has early-stage stomach cancer. There's no one else to take care of her… she's all alone." I chose to believe him. Again. Until one day, a pair of twins appeared in our home. Sophie Dixon knelt before me, wearing the postpartum gown he had once lovingly picked out for me, clutching my hand with tears streaming down her face. "It's all my fault. Please don't blame Jaxon. If you say the word, I'll leave with the children immediately." Jaxon grabbed my other hand, desperation thick in his voice. "Lauren, you've always been the kindest person I know. The children are still so young. How could Sophie possibly raise them alone? You wouldn't be that cruel… would you?" I looked down at the hands gripping mine from both sides, and suddenly, I laughed. "Jaxon, let's get a divorce. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness."