Karma Akabane Aesthetic

Luna Baxter and Simon Fulmer have been married for five years. One day, she receives a provocative voice message and intimate photos from Simon's first love. They're sent from his phone, too. "I've only been back in the country for half a year, but he took the bait as soon as I laid it. He's prepared blue fireworks for me tonight, but I don't like the color blue. To avoid wastage, you can have them on your wedding anniversary." Luna and Simon's fifth wedding anniversary comes a month later. She looks out the window at the blue fireworks lighting up the sky. Then, her gaze lands on the empty seat across from her. Simon's first love challenges her again. She sends her a photo of them having a candlelight dinner. Luna doesn't cry or kick up a fuss. She silently signs a divorce agreement and asks Simon's secretary to prepare for a wedding. "What are the bride's and groom's names, Mrs. Fulmer?" "Simon Fulmer and Sophie Sutherland." Seven days later, she flies to Naavi to give them her blessings. She throws them a wedding.

Dua hari sebelum tahun baru, pacarku, Dylan Stevens, malah bawa asistennya ke pantai untuk merayakan tahun baru. Aku tidak marah, aku bahkan dengan tulus bantu dia berkemas. Namun, Dylan malah mengejekku. Dia bilang, aku jadi lebih tahu diri setelah hamil. Begitu dia pergi, aku langsung melakukan operasi aborsi. Karena di kehidupan sebelumnya, setelah aku mencoba menahannya dengan anak kami, asisten itu justru tewas secara tragis di pantai. Di luar, Dylan tampak tenang dan tidak peduli, tapi saat aku hendak melahirkan, dia belah perutku dan bunuh anakku dengan kejam. Saat itulah aku tersadar, dia menyimpan dendam padaku selama ini. Di kesempatan kedua ini, aku akan membuatnya kehilangan segalanya.

El día que iba a dar a luz a mis gemelos, soborné al médico de la familia para que me inyectara todos los potentes medicamentos disponibles en el hospital para frenar las contracciones y retrasar el parto por la fuerza. Lo hice porque, en mi vida pasada, Vincenzo Moretti había sido diagnosticado con baja calidad de esperma, apenas podía concebir. Para asegurarse de tener un heredero, mantuvo diez amantes fuera de casa y anunció que el hijo que naciera primero sería el próximo padrino de la familia. Me había prometido que si lograba dar a luz antes que ellas, se despediría de todas sus amantes y permitiría que mi hijo heredara el clan Moretti. Yo le creí. Cuando descubrí que estaba esperando gemelos, temblaba de la emoción. Pero al final del parto, ordenó que me arrojaran junto a mis recién nacidos al frío sótano donde estaban los vinos, y le prohibieron a cualquiera acercarse. —Lucia viene de un origen humilde. Solo quería asegurarle a su hijo un estatus dentro de la familia para que ambos tuvieran un futuro mejor. Pero tú, a propósito, difundiste la noticia, haciendo que ella sufriera un parto desesperado y causando la muerte de ambos. —Eres tan cruel que no mereces ser la madre del heredero de la familia Moretti. Reflexiona bien, en tres días te dejaré salir. Luego, ordenó al mayordomo sellar las puertas. Pero lo que no sabía es que esa noche, el sótano se incendió, y mis hijos y yo morimos quemados en las llamas. Cuando volví a abrir los ojos, regresé a la noche anterior al parto. En esta vida, no seré la esposa de un mafioso. Cuando nazcan mis hijos y recupere fuerzas, huiré con mis pequeños lo más lejos posible.

To encourage overall development, the kindergarten had asked each student to create a hand-drawn poster. My daughter Holly refused my help and insisted on doing it all on her own. Little did I know, most of the other children had their parents do the artwork for them. In comparison, Holly's delicate strokes were quickly dismissed. Not only was her work discarded into the trash, but her teacher also called her out in the parent group, criticizing her for being careless with the assignment. As I racked my brain trying to figure out how to help Holly regain her confidence in drawing, I was surprised to see Holly's artwork among the winning entries in the state-level children's art competition. But the signature wasn't hers—it belonged to another student from her class.

My roommate branded herself as an influencer against beauty standards, vowing to free girls from appearance anxiety. Strangely, whenever she stayed up late partying and broke out in pimples, they would appear on my face instead. When she fooled around and caught an infection, the rashes spread across my body. The more radiant she became, the more monstrous I looked. People recoiled from me. Friends cut me off. My own boyfriend, before a crowd, told me I should just die. Then my roommate got pregnant, yet it was my stomach that swelled like I was eight months along, scarred with terrifying stretch marks. She, meanwhile, looked more flawless than ever, appearing barefaced on camera to encourage girls not to fear their looks. I knew something was not right. When I tried to dig for answers, my roommate and boyfriend trapped me in a basement. They tortured me until I died. Only then did I learn the truth. He owned a cursed amulet that shifted all her pain onto me. The moment I opened my eyes, I was back on our first day of college together. This time, the game is mine. I'll make sure they pay.

Pada tahun kelima pernikahannya, Stella pergi untuk mengajukan permohonan akta nikah yang baru. Tapi dia malah baru menyadari bahwa akta nikahnya itu palsu dan istri sah suaminya adalah orang lain. Cinta yang dijalin selama lima tahun ternyata palsu. Setelah kembali ke rumah, terdengar suaminya Felix dan pengacara berkata, “Tania sedang kerja keras membangun kariernya di luar negeri, hanya dengan status Nyonya Felix, dia baru bisa punya pijakan di dunia bisnis, aku harus membantunya.” “Sedangkan Stella, dia sangat mencintaiku, demi diriku dia juga putus hubungan dengan keluarganya, jadi dia pasti nggak akan pernah meninggalkanku.” Stella merasa patah hati setelah mendengar ini. Pada saat Felix mendapatkan akta nikah yang asli, Stella sudah pergi jauh dan dia tidak akan pernah bisa menemukan wanita itu lagi.

En el instante en que explotó el laboratorio, Leonardo González corrió desesperado hacia la zona más alejada, donde se encontraba Victoria López, y la protegió con su cuerpo sin dudarlo. Cuando cesó la explosión, lo primero que hizo fue cargarla en brazos al hospital. Ni siquiera miró a la que yacía en el suelo, empapada en sangre—yo. Porque esa chica a la que él había criado durante dieciocho años, Victoria, ya le había ocupado el corazón por completo. Ya no había espacio para nadie más. Fui yo quien sobrevivió gracias a unos colegas que me llevaron al hospital. Tras salir de cuidados intensivos, con los ojos hinchados de tanto llorar, llamé a mi mentor. —Profesor, ya lo decidí. Acepto unirme al proyecto confidencial. No importa que partamos en un mes ni que no pueda contactar a nadie durante cinco años. Ese mes estaba destinado a ser el de mi boda soñada. Pero ya no quiero casarme. Ya no.

Pada hari ketiga setelah kematianku, Sandi Subowo menerima telepon untuk mengidentifikasi jenazah. Dia dengan santai merangkul wanita dalam pelukannya dan berkata, "Mati ya sudah mati, kremasi dulu baru hubungi aku." Tubuhku dimasukkan ke dalam tungku kremasi, dan setelah berubah menjadi abu, staf kembali menelepon Sandi. Dia mendecak tidak sabar. "Baiklah, aku segera ke sana."

Sahabatku mengajakku ke salon kecantikan untuk perawatan wajah, dan di sanalah aku didekati oleh seorang pria muda yang tampan. Pria muda itu tinggi, tampan, punya cara yang lihai, pandai merayu, membuatku merasakan kebahagiaan menjadi seorang wanita. Aku tak peduli lagi bahwa aku masih punya pacar, dan membiarkan diriku tenggelam dalam pesona dan godaannya. Namun aku tak menyangka, di balik kelembutan itu, tersembunyi akibat yang sangat besar.

"Hi there, I'd like to emigrate." Christina stood at the counter and handed over the neatly prepared documents to the clerk on the other side of the glass. The clerk quickly stamped each page. The red ink spread like tiny ripples on still water. Then, without looking up, he pulled out another form and passed it back to her. "Ma'am, your paperwork will be processed in fifteen days." Christina nodded, turned on her heel, and headed for the exit. But before she could step outside, whispers trailed after her. "Did I see that right? Mrs. Waldorf is applying for emigration? Did she have a squabble with Mr. Waldorf?" "Even if they argued, would it go this far? Mr. Waldorf practically worships her. What could possibly make her leave so decisively?" "Exactly. Five years ago, their wedding was the event of the century. Even someone like me, who barely goes online, heard about it. And three years ago, after her car accident, the blood bank ran out of stock. Mr. Waldorf ignored everyone's objections and nearly drained himself to save her. Then, just last year, when she disappeared for an hour, he mobilized every media outlet worldwide to find her. Now she's leaving without a word—won't that drive him insane?" The murmurs swirled and lingered, but Christina only smiled faintly. Her expression was calm, but her eyes darkened with a bitterness that deepened with every step. Yes, she thought. Everyone knew just how much Lucien Waldorf loved her.