Karma

My sister pushes her daughter at a murderer so she can win the prize in a photography competition. After this, she even uses the incident and my name to extort the victim to pay an astronomical sum as compensation. The victim stabs me to death in a fit of rage. When my son, who is brought up by me, learns the truth, he doesn't seek justice for me. Instead, he scatters my ashes in the sea and says, "My mother told me that I would've been the happiest child in the world if not for you taking the wrong child home back then." When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to when my daughter was five years old. I have a month until her death. This time, I'm going to protect my child to the best of my abilities. I won't bother about an ingrate anymore.

It all started when my sister made an offhand remark while sponsoring a poor student. She told him it was a coincidence that we were born on the same day, at the exact hour too. That comment made him convince himself that he was the real heir, that we were switched at birth. Soon after, he showed up with two thugs, kidnapped me, and planned to kill me to reclaim his life. I called my fiancée for help in desperation. Instead of saving me, she told me impatiently that I deserved to die for stealing his life. Her friend showed up to save me, but neither of us made it out alive after I was pushed into the river. I was back on the day when I was kidnapped when I opened my eyes again. When the poor student laughed and told me to pick someone to leave my last words to, I did not hesitate to call my sister. Their fates were sealed, with another chance at life, I would make sure to make them pay, and show them who the real heir was.

When my family went bankrupt, I was drugged and sent to the bed of my childhood sweetheart, Craig Kennedy. From that night, he brought women home every evening, tossing a divorce agreement in my face. "Beg me, and I won't leave you." He stood above me, watching as I humbled myself to dust, pleading to preserve our marriage. He even ordered me to kneel in his office and massage the feet of his secretary, Lucia Langston. On the day the Moore Group needed ten million to survive, she blocked all my desperate calls for help. I waited 24 hours, watching my family's legacy collapse and my parents take their lives. Craig, with Lucia at his side, entered the house and threw the signed divorce agreement at me again. "You wanted money to save your family, didn't you? Beg me, and as long as I don't divorce you, no one will touch them." But I signed it with calm despair. "Don't bother. We no longer need your help."

"I don't want to go with you on this business trip," Lucy Landon said at the dinner table. Her voice was calm, so calm that no one could sense anything unusual. Steven Cooper's trip was set for June 1st. It wasn't their wedding anniversary, nor was it anyone's birthday. Just an ordinary Children's Day. Three days ago, she had stumbled upon a voice message on Steven's phone. A child's soft and childish voice had said, "Daddy, for Children's Day, I want to go to Maldove to see the fishes!"

Cinta pertama Jovin Liandra terdiagnosis mengidap penyakit HIV dalam pemeriksaannya di rumah sakit kami. Aku pun melanggar kode etik medis untuk memberi tahu masalah ini kepada Jovin. Jovin mengira aku sedang membohonginya. Dia bukan hanya memfitnahku mencelakai pasien hingga mati, bahkan membuatku dijatuhi hukuman. Kemudian, dia juga menaruh obat aborsi di dalam susuku. Gara-gara hal itu, kandunganku yang berusia delapan minggu mengalami pendarahan. Aku meminta pertolongan dari Jovin, tetapi dia malah menendangku. “Akhirnya nggak ada yang menghalangiku untuk bersama Selena.” Saat aku membuka mataku lagi, aku kembali ke hari di mana cinta pertamanya terdiagnosis penyakit HIV. Kali ini, aku tidak memberi tahu Jovin, bahkan mengajukan putus dengannya. Bagaimanapun juga, Jovin sangat mencintai cinta pertamanya. Aku mesti merestui mereka berdua.

Nasib si Bungsu. (Saat masa jaya orang tua telah habis). "Jadwal kontrol Bapak tiga hari lagi, kamu sudah dapat uang buat biaya rental mobil?" tanya Ibuku saat aku baru saja pulang. "Yusup usahain ya Bu, semoga ada rezekinya," jawabku. Sambil melepas jaket yang selalu menemaniku mencari rupiah. "Kalau gak ada ya udah, gak apa-apa. Paling Bapakmu teriak-teriak kalau lagi kumat karena obatnya habis!" ucap Ibu sambil berlalu pergi. Aku tahu Ibu pasti kecewa, lalu bagaimana lagi, aku sudah berusaha keras, dalam hati aku merasa gagal. Uang sebesar lima ratus ribu saja tidak mampu aku cari. Mungkin bagi orang lain tidak seberapa, tapi untukku yang hanya berprofesi sebagai ojek online uang lima ratus ribu sangatlah besar. Apalagi akhir-akhir ini orderan sangat sepi tidak seperti biasanya. Aku duduk termenung di atas sofa lusuh, mataku menatap tiga bingkai besar yang terpajang di dinding, foto ketiga Kakakku saat wisuda. Mereka terlihat sangat gagah dengan toga yang dipakainya

The day before our wedding, my fiancé Cyrus eloped with his long-lost love. I chased after him, but he shoved me away viciously, causing me to lose consciousness. When the doctor called him as my life was on the brink, all he did was scoff and say, “She’s just pretending again. In a coma? Hah, she’s still alive, isn’t she?” That moment, my heart shattered. After I was discharged from the hospital, I cancelled the wedding, just as he wanted. But then he began to regret it…

Je suis mariée depuis huit ans à un avocat, mais il a toujours refusé de révéler publiquement que j'étais sa femme. Pire encore, il a interdit à notre fille de l'appeler « Papa ». Il avait, à maintes reprises, sacrifié les moments précieux avec notre fille pour courir après son premier amour. Il avait même pardonné à cette femme d'avoir blessé notre enfant... Déçue et le cœur brisé, j'ai décidé de divorcer, de partir et de disparaître à jamais de sa vie avec ma fille. Mais lui, il s'accrochait désespérément à notre mariage, me traquant comme une bête enragée. Trop tard : cette fois, ni ma fille ni moi ne reviendrions en arrière.

Karena anak dari wanita yang dia cintai terkurung di dalam mobil hingga dehirasi dan pingsan, dengan penuh amarah, ayah langsung mengikatku dan mengurungku di dalam bagasi mobil. Dengan wajah penuh kebencian, dia menatapku dengan tajam dan berkata, "Aku nggak punya anak sekejam kamu. Renungkan baik-baik kesalahanmu di sini." Aku memohon ampun dan mengakui kesalahan, hanya berharap ayah bisa melepaskanku. Namun, yang kudapatkan hanyalah perintah dinginnya. "Kecuali dia mati, nggak ada seorang pun yang boleh membebaskannya." Mobil itu terparkir di garasi. Tak peduli seberapa keras aku berteriak meminta tolong, tak seorang pun bisa mendengarnya. Tujuh hari kemudian, barulah dia teringat bahwa dirinya masih punya seorang putri. Ayah pun memutuskan untuk membebaskanku. Namun, dia tak tahu bahwa diriku sudah meninggal di dalam bagasi itu dan tak akan pernah bisa sadarkan diri lagi.

My boyfriend said that art held no restrictions, so he used my provocative paintings to enter a competition. Amidst a row of classic ceramic figurines, I became famous. He shot to fame, landing in the top ten of trending searches, while I was humiliated by the entire internet and mocked as a “ceramic influencer.” When I confronted him, he looked at me with disappointment. “They don’t understand art, and neither do you? I thought you would support my work, but I didn’t expect you to stir trouble! You’re so immature!”