Novel & Cerita Laughter Joker

"Honey, the washing machine's making that buzzing sound again. Can you fix it please?" I got up from my desk and walked over. Just as I placed my hand on the washing machine, a wave of numbness surged through my body. My heart pounded wildly before I convulsed and collapsed on the floor. Just before everything went dark, I heard my wife on the phone. "He has collapsed. He should be dead by now." The power outlet continued to hiss and buzz, like the mocking laughter of a devil. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my wife asked me to fix the washing machine. I then decided to secretly follow her, only to discover she was posing as a topless model for her art teacher.

There isn't any cure for migraines. But my billionaire wife, Ashley Weston, has not had a single migraine for years thanks to my daily massage with both hands. On the day I get into a car accident, I beg a passerby to call her to save me. She replies impatiently, "So you're resorting to such shameless tricks just because I won't answer your calls?" Through the phone comes the mocking laughter of her childhood friend, Jordan Hanson. My right hand is permanently fractured, and my left hand suffers from muscle weakness after the accident. A lawyer helps me draft a divorce agreement. With much difficulty, I sign it and send it to Ashley. On the day her head throbs with unbearable pain, she looks at my drooping hands and remains silent for a long time.

Megan Blanc expected her bachelorette celebration to end with laughter, hangovers, and regretful memories. What she never imagined was waking up in a stranger’s bed with a ring on her finger and a marriage certificate binding her to a man she couldn’t even remember meeting. Shaken and desperate to move on, Megan convinces herself it was nothing more than a reckless mistake. One night. One stranger. A secret she would bury forever. Especially since she was about to marry Clark Sinclair, the man she had loved and chosen. But fate had other plans. On the day she was supposed to become Clark’s wife, Megan comes face to face with the truth she tried to erase. The man she spent that night with wasn’t a stranger at all. He was Clinton Sinclair, Clark’s older brother.

Did you know that there is no cure for a migraine? However, my wealthy husband never suffered from it because my hands massaged him every day. On the day of my car accident, I begged a passerby to call my husband to save me, but he answered impatiently, "Is it necessary to use such a cheap trick on me just because I refused to take your call?" I could hear the malicious laughter of his childhood crush from the other end of the line. My right hand suffered a permanent bone fracture, while my left hand had signs of muscle deterioration. When the lawyer was done drafting the divorce papers, I signed them with great difficulty and delivered them to him. On the day he suffered a massive migraine, my husband looked at my limp hands and stayed silent for a long time.

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband, Jaxon Wilde, walks through the door with his hundredth new mistress. From my neck, he snaps the necklace that was once our token of love and fastens it around hers. Amid the guests' jeers and mocking laughter, the lady tugs timidly at my gown and murmurs, "Mr. Wilde wants me to wear this dress tonight, Scarlett." It was a dress altered from my wedding gown ten years ago, and I wore it tonight like a fool, hoping he might remember. But now, he wants to strip his wife bare in public and give it to his mistress on the wedding anniversary. Under the weight of everyone's sneers, I look up at him and give him a genuine smile for the first time in a decade. "Let's get divorced, Jaxon."

My husband's childhood sweetheart kills my parents in an accident due to drunk driving. I want to call the police, but my husband blindfolds me and takes me to the cellar. I'm tormented and subjected to inhumane treatment for the next three years. After each torture session, an icy male voice will ring out in my ear. "Do you still hate her, Sabrina?" One day, I finally cave and submit to the icy voice. "No, I don't. I don't hate her anymore!" I hear my husband's joyous laughter on the other end of the line. On the day he welcomes me out of the cellar, I avoid his embrace. Yet he loses his mind when I ask him for a divorce.

My dad urgently requested that I bring Jeffrey back as he was rushed to the emergency room following a car accident. I nodded, holding back tears, but deep down, I knew Jeffrey harbored resentment toward me. He blamed me for his shattered relationship, my inherited wealth, and for coming between him and his first love. Nothing could deter him from pursuing her, not even me. "Evalyn, today is Melinda's birthday. Can you just be reasonable for once?" He spoke these words amidst the familiar sounds of laughter before abruptly ending the call. Moments later, my dad took his last breath, his eyes wide open in a final, stark gaze. As I fulfilled his last requests, organizing everything as he had instructed, I decided to let Jeffrey go. It was only then that he began to regret everything…

I waited for my fiancé, Charlie Boyd, to arrive for the wedding, but the one who pushed the door open was Conrad Parker, the deranged son of his family’s chauffeur. Amid the crowd’s mocking laughter, Charlie’s elegant secretary, Crystal Henderson, covered her mouth and said with a smirk, “Your future husband has come to pick you up. Shouldn’t you hurry off and marry him?” “As for Mr. Boyd, I’ll make sure to keep him company today.” Just then, Charlie strolled to the doorway with practiced nonchalance. “It was just a prank. Why the sour face? “That idiot is nothing but a lunatic. Just treat it like a childish game of make-believe.” I met the amused gleam in his eyes and said calmly, “He came wearing a groom’s suit to pick up his bride—how could that be a game?” “If we are marrying, then let it be a real ceremony.”

"A Prince and a Peasant sitting in a tree K I S S I N G ." - unknown. "It's all false." The Prince stared straight into his father's eyes. "I have never laid my eyes on this girl in my entire existence, father." Prince added. "Very well." The King said thoughtfully. "Young lady you have to be punished for having spread falsehood on my son's name but I do sympathize with you considering you are with child." All the people of Acamas had been watching, as this had been done in public appearance. Everyone was in stitches of laughter after the Prince had denied the allegations but even more people who knew Lucia knew that she wasn't one to lie, cheat or even lay with a man before marriage. Lucia knew right there and there that her life was doomed and above all she was a fool. fool. doomed. que sera sera.

He just got a breakup text from his girlfriend of two years. She, in turn, had just gotten stood up by her fiancé, who had planned a dinner date for that night, only to ignore her at the last minute. Winston and Ivy were just two strangers, both abandoned on Easter's Eve by the people they loved. They found themselves drawn together in the elegant Luciano’s restaurant, and in that shared moment of heartbreak, they found comfort in each other’s company, exchanging laughter and stories over a quiet table. What starts as a simple, playful connection soon deepens into something neither expected… a bond that grows stronger with each smile. But when their pasts come crashing back, and their exes threaten to tear them apart, will their newfound love thrive? Or will the hurts of their pasts force them to let go before their love story truly begins?