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Juned, Seorang Pria kampung yang baru saja di-PHK di sebuah Pabrik tempat ia bekerja. Karena hal itu, kehidupan Juned serta kerja kerasnya selama ini tak lagi terlihat dan di anggap. Setelah mengetahui Istrinya yang bekerja di kota malah pergi bersama Sang Mantan Kekasihnya, Juned memilih untuk menyusul Istrinya ke kota dan bekerja sebagai Supir Pribadi dari Seorang Wanita Karier yang tinggal dengan anak sematawayangnya. Perantauannya tak mudah ketika ia harus mengabdi kepada Sang Majikan dan melayani setiap tugas yang diberikan. Bahkan Tugas yang berhubungan dengan kebutuhan pribadi Sang Majikan di saat ia juga harus menemui Sang Istri.

Di kosan barunya, Dimas—seorang programmer—tak pernah menyangka akan kembali bertemu Karina, guru les privat yang dulu diam-diam ia kagumi. Kekaguman yang dulu sempat berujung pada satu kesalahan fatal—saat Dimas mencium sang guru di tengah sesi belajar. Sejak itu, Karina menghilang tanpa jejak. Kini mereka bertemu lagi dalam keadaan yang jauh berbeda. Karina adalah pemilik kos tempat Dimas tinggal—dan juga seorang istri yang terjebak dalam pernikahan tanpa cinta. Suaminya kasar, tak setia, dan hanya memanfaatkan Karina demi menutup hutang keluarga. Sampai suatu malam, saat luka dan amarah menelan logika, Karina datang dengan mata sembab dan suara bergetar. “Dimas... hamili aku.” Akal sehat Dimas menolak. Gila. Tidak mungkin dia melakukannya. Karina mantan gurunya, pemilik kosnya, orang yang dia hormati, juga ... Wanita yang bersuami. Namun ... tubuh Dimas, juga setan dalam jiwanya menggelora, 'Bukankah suaminya kasar, tak setia dan tak lebih layak untuk membahagiakannya dibanding dirimu?' Detik itu, urat kewarasan Dimas terputus. Follow ig author : @harucchi224

Seraphine Hale, a genius musician, announces her return to the country. When a reporter asks whether she's back for her first love, she smiles icily. "Are you talking about that trash? It wouldn't be any of my business even if he were to drop dead tomorrow." What she doesn't know is that I've already been dead for close to a decade.

I was the heir to a wealthy family, yet my biological parents were drowning in debt and living on the streets. Out of pity for them, I decided to give up my status as a young heir and care for my family. To help them live better lives, I worked three jobs, working myself to the bone. But one day, I discovered the truth. Their so-called "bankruptcy" was a lie. They had been living a life of luxury all along. To make matters worse, my fiancée had already gotten involved with my younger brother. I was heartbroken and devastated. I decided to return to my foster father and seek his help. To get revenge for me, he ruined my biological parents' business, bringing them down for good.

As we make our way to the city hall, Paisley Doyle is struck by regret once again. After seven years together, this is the 11th time we've found ourselves at this crossroads. Every time we reach the city hall, she claims she needs more time to care for her sick first love and can't bring herself to marry me. Unable to hold back any longer, I finally decide to confront her. "If his condition never improves, does that mean you'll never marry me? Tell me, what do I even mean to you?" Paisley's temper ignites, and she snaps back at me without a second thought. "I promised to take care of him for the rest of my life! Can't you stop being so selfish? "Besides, we've been together for seven years. What does it matter if we're not legally married?"

My parents' enemy kidnapped me and live-streamed cutting off my fingers, just to force them to show up. For a time, the entire internet was searching for my parents. But what no one knew was that the police chief on the live connection was my real father. At that very moment, he was on a beach in Havai, lighting fireworks for his adopted son. And on their barbecue table, the live stream of my fingers being cut off was playing. Later, I survived long enough to be rescued, and I reached out with my severed fingers, wanting to touch my parents. But they recoiled in disgust and, without so much as a backward glance, took their adopted son out for steak. What they never realized was that hidden inside my severed fingers was something that would make them regret everything.

Penelope Rivera's little boy toy, Theodore Schneider, is throwing another tantrum. She slides the divorce papers across the table toward me. "Just sign them for show. It's to keep Teddy happy." I clench the cuff of my suit and nod in silence. I sign my name in one swift stroke. As I'm walking out, I hear one of her girlfriends teasing, "Samuel's way too easygoing. Does he actually do everything you say?" Penelope takes a graceful sip of red wine and smirks. "Wanna bet?" They bet that I will quietly go through with the divorce at the courthouse, even if my eyes are red with tears. Listening their laughter, I rub my thumb over my phone screen and reply to the message I've just received. "Will you marry me?" it says. "I will."

The day before our wedding, I received an expensive suit from my wife. Not long after, her young lover called me, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry. It was my fault. My bad for mixing up your size. Please… please don't blame Sylvie." On the other end, I could hear Sylvie soothing him gently, patiently, until he calmed down. I stared at the plane ticket in my hand—a one-way trip out of the country—and calmly asked her for a divorce. Then, as if I no longer mattered, she left me with a single, cold sentence. "Just don't regret it."

On my birthday, Heather Pond’s lover posted a sonogram on his social media account and captioned it, [We’re going to be parents!] I commented, [Congratulations. You can have the baby cot from my place.] The next second, Heather called me to give me a warning. “Brandon Smith is dying. I’ll come back to you once I give birth to his child. Please don’t trigger him any further!” I remained calm and collected when I served her the divorce papers. Then, I packed my bags and went on a vacation in Europe.

My younger brother had stage four kidney cancer. Our parents demanded that I donate a kidney to save him. I told them I only had one kidney left. The transplant would kill me. Instead of listening to me, they forcibly strapped me to the operating table. “It’s just one kidney! Stop being so selfish!” they yelled. They did not care that I was telling the truth. Years ago, I had given my other kidney to save my father after his car crash.