Let Them Watch

Pada awalnya hidupku berjalan dengan sangat lancar. Aku memiliki teman baik, keluarga yang utuh, dan kekasih yang sangat mencintaiku. Namun, tak ku sangka semua bisa berubah dalam sekejap. Hal ini diawali dengan putusnya hubunganku dengan sang pacar. Ia harus menikah dengan orang lain. Kukira kesedihan ini akan segera berakhir. Namun, semua semakin parah sebab aku adalah saksi kasus pembunuhan seorang penulis. Pelaku pembunuhan itu sekarang berusaha untuk membunuhku. Bagaimana aku bisa hidup tenang? Siapa yang bisa menyelamatkanku sekarang? Kaukah orangnya? Ku mohon biarkan aku hidup!

Terkadang takdir yang kita jalani tidak selalu seperti apa yang kita harapkan. Takdir yang kita jalani pun— terkadang mempermainkan kita Takdir itu pula yang membawaku di titik saat ini Entah harus senang atau sedih, Aku bingung Aku mencintainya! Tidak— Aku sangat sangat mencintainya Ya! Apa Kau dengar itu Tuhan? Aku mencintainya! Namun, Sang Kuasa bertindak dengan seenaknya Apa ini yang Dia inginkan? Membuat semua berjalan tidak sesuai dengan alurnya Memporak-porandakan semua impian yang sudah dirancang bersama Apa ini jalan yang telah dipilih untuk hidupku? Apa Aku sanggup? Tanpanya— Aku Freya Amelia, terpikat oleh lelaki yang hebat, Kei Sagara. Aku tidak pernah menyangka takdir akan mempertemukanku dengannya. Seseorang yang aku idam-idamkan. Namun, baru kusadari. Benar kata orang, setiap manusia tidak ada yang sempurna. Kalian pikir seorang Kei Sagara sempurna? Ya kupikir begitu awalnya. Bersamanya selama 4 tahun ini membuatku seperti terjebak dalam lingkaran hidupnya. Dia memberiku kebahagiaan, namun kebahagiaan itu harus kubayar dengan kebebasanku. Seolah-olah dia menggenggam erat sayap-sayapku untuk terbang, mengikatku dalam istana yang ia ciptakan untukku. Rasa ingin keluar selalu terbesit namun aku tak mampu berlari menjauh dari tempatnya. Bertaruh dengan resiko aku kehilangan dirinya? Aku tidak bisa. Ya, sebesar itulah efek seorang Kei Sagara dalam hidupku. Lalu apakah aku akan terus bertahan? Entahlah.

Bagaimana jadinya, jika kita harus terjebak di dalam kisah cinta suami dan sahabat baik kita. Sakit. Itulah yang harus di rasakan Kanaya, seorang istri yang harus selalu mengalah dan tabah atas takdirnya. Haruskah ia bertahan untuk sakit, atau berpisah untuk bahgaia?

Arabella worked hard and was killed now in order to come back she must live lives to save other realms

When I went to buy a new house, all I found was crumpled newspaper where my savings should've been. I almost called the cops—until I found out Tony Jarrett, my own husband, had blown seven years of my hard-earned cash on a shiny new motorcycle. For Pauline Schmidt. His ex. I asked why. He just shrugged. "She's a single mom. Life's tough. This way, she won't have to walk so much." I wanted to scream, but I swallowed it down. Made him at least get an IOU from her. While I was busy sourcing stuff for the factory, a flood warning hit our town. And Tony? Out buying toy cars with Pauline and her kid. Our son was home alone, trying to stay above water. I was back. Like life hit rewind and dropped me into that exact day. The day he gave her the motorcycle. I saw them—laughing, tight, like their own little picture-perfect family. But I didn't cry this time. Didn't beg. Just turned and walked off.

I worked tirelessly to secure a major project with the design institute, but my husband fabricated lies out of nowhere, claiming I was dragging the company down. He handed the credit for my work to his first love. Instead of getting angry, I laughed and gave my position as the company's Design Director to his precious first love too. "Working on projects all the time is exhausting. Why don't I just make you the company's Design Director instead?" Every single colleague thought I'd lost my mind, but nobody knew the project could only succeed because of my unique design style and my connections. Without me, the project would not just fail. The entire company would collapse.

Even knowing that wailing at an Eravalen aristocratic funeral was considered disrespectful to the deceased, I let my husband's adopted sister make a scene anyway. In my previous life, my husband, Robert Baker, had a distant relative among the Eravalen aristocracy who passed away. A lawyer informed him that he stood to inherit the estate and invited him to attend the funeral. His adopted sister, Mia Carter, insisted on tagging along to see how the privileged few in another country lived. She wanted to rub shoulders with nobles and make herself look important, even planning to wail dramatically in front of everyone. I rushed to stop her. "Public mourning is taboo among Eravalen nobility. Forget inheriting anything. We'll all be thrown out!" Yet she burst into tears, accusing me of looking down on her and thinking she was not good enough to mingle with aristocrats. She stormed out and was killed by street thugs in a random attack. I thought Robert would fall apart, but he stayed silent through the entire funeral and collected his inheritance without a hitch. Six months later, on our wedding anniversary, he took me to the snowy mountains for a photoshoot. The moment we reached the peak, he shoved me into a sleeping bag and tied it shut. "If you hadn't blown everything out of proportion, Mia never would've run off and gotten herself shot." He buried me alive in the snow. I froze to death, and he used that aristocratic fortune to become the CEO of a publicly traded company. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mia insisted on wailing at the funeral.

We had been dating for ten years before my boyfriend, Shawn Jepson, agreed to marry me.  When the wedding photographer asked us to pose a few kissing shots, Shawn claimed he had germophobia and walked out on me.  I awkwardly apologized to the team.  Taxis were a rare commodity during blizzards, so I trudged through the snow to get home.  To my dismay, I stumbled upon Shawn tongue-deep into his crush’s throat in what was supposed to be our marital home.  “Just say the word, Casey, and I’ll leave Jessica.”  Later, word went around that Shawn searched the world for his ex-fiancee, begging her to return.

The day I was awarded the highest service medal, I got a call that my grandfather had died. My superiors approved emergency leave, and I rushed straight back to the family estate without stopping. The moment I reached the hillside cemetery behind the house, what I saw snapped something inside me. Our family burial ground had been completely leveled. My parents' graves had been dug open. Their urns had been turned into flower pot bases, with dark-red roses planted right on top of them. My grandfather's coffin had been split apart. His body was left exposed in the dirt, already starting to rot. And my younger brother, Jerry Horton, who was on the autism spectrum, was being ordered around like a laborer by my husband's assistant, Digby Wolfe, hauling construction materials back and forth. I lost it. I grabbed Digby and slammed him into the ground with a hard shoulder throw. "You touched my family's graves and made my brother do manual labor. Are you trying to get buried here with them?" Digby coughed up blood as he struggled to his feet, sneering at me. "This was Mr. Gray's decision. He said your family plot is in a good location, with plenty of space. It's perfect for building a golf course for the future Mrs. Gray. In Joule, Mr. Gray is the law." His tone was icy. "And who do you think you are?" I swallowed my rage and called Marshall Gray. "I hear you run Joule," I said. "Well, I'm about to change that."

I'm the heiress of an affluent family. The housekeeper's daughter secretly wears my gown prepared for my birthday party, and I'm about to teach her a lesson. Suddenly, I see real-time comments. "This female antagonist is just jealous that the female protagonist looks better in the gown than she does!" "It's fine. The male protagonists are going to show up soon!" "Let's hang on for a bit more. I'd like to see this antagonist continue being so snobby once her family goes bankrupt!" In the next second, my brother and fiancé show up. They shield the housekeeper's daughter in their arms. Sneering, I commanded the staff, "Strip all three of them."