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After being reborn, I tear up my school withdrawal form. I no longer wish to become a househusband just for Eliza Stewart's sake. She messages me when she hears the news, but I blacklist her number right away. She camps outside my house to confront me, so my family and I move to a new place immediately. Eventually, she compromises by asking me to join her in Northcrest for college. That way, I can still take care of her. I go behind her back and apply to be an education major at Southwell University instead. In my previous life, she dedicated herself to everything and everyone else, except for me. This time around, I just want us to go on our separate paths and never meet again. A few years later, I set off for the rural region of Westridge to volunteer as a teacher. Eliza, who is also volunteering there, sees me. Her eyes start turning red. She grabs my hand and refuses to let go. "Don't run off this time, Matthew…"

I’m just a farmer’s wife, yet I’ve been suffering from an unbearable addiction. The frequent flare-ups have thrown our entire autumn harvest into chaos. With no other choice, I followed my husband, Tom Reed, to seek help from the new young town doctor, Dr. Cole Carter, but his method of treatment completely broke me…

Mungkinkah aku meminta kisah kita selamanya tak terlintas dalam benakku bilah hari ku tanpamu, segala cara telah ku coba pertahankan cinta kita selalu ku titipkan dalam doa ku tapi ku tak mampu melawan Restu- batin Aloe mengikuti lirik lagu yang ia dengar. "Jika hal terbaik dalam hidup adalah cinta maka hal terburuknya adalah rasa tak terbalaskan"- Lion cassanova

(SEBUAH LIRIK LAGU YANG SAYA TUANGKAN MENJADI SEBUAH CERITA) “Save me if I become, My demons.” Kegelapan adalah hidupnya, tanpa ada kehangatan keluarga yang memahami dirinya. Menyedihkan bukan? Memiliki tatapan dingin, kejam, dan tak terbantahkan. Banyak orang yang menjauhinya, dan dia menjadi buronan polisi. Setiap hari, tubuhnya selalu bermandikan darah dari korban pembantaiannya. Siapa pun yang mengusiknya, akan mati tersiksa.

Aku memohon pada suamiku sampai 99 kali, memintanya menemaniku menonton konser Jay. Pada permohonan ke-100 kali, akhirnya dia membeli dua tiket barisan depan. Aku yang sudah berdandan rapi justru dicegat satpam di pintu masuk karena tidak bisa mengeluarkan tiket. Sampai konser bubar, aku juga tidak berhasil menghubunginya. Berita tentang suami dan pacarnya yang memesan lagu "Sunny Day" pada konser Jay masuk ke trending topic. Di lirik "Sunny Day" tidak ada hujan, karena hanya duniaku yang diguyur hujan deras.

"She's only eight years old, and she's already spreading rumors about her sister!" "She even stole our neighbor's emergency money!" "Worst of all, she conspired with human traffickers to sell her own brother!" In the underworld courtroom, Mom and Dad rushed to accuse me of my "crimes," talking over each other in a frenzy. They thought this was just a dream, and in the middle of it all, they did not forget to warn my sister and brother standing nearby. "You two better watch carefully. This is what happens to disobedient kids after they die!" I instantly understood. As the middle child, I had once again become the "example," the one sacrificed in their lesson. 'Mom... Dad... this isn't a dream. You locked me in the freezer, then took Grace and Tommy on vacation. I was locked in there for three days. I was so cold, my whole body frozen stiff...'

"My incubus has been with me for a month, but he still won't let me touch him. What could be the reason for that?" I type my questions into the customer service feedback form and wait for a reply. The customer service representative replies at once in a very helpful manner. "Dear customer, our incubi are all very eager to stick to their owners like glue! I'm afraid your issue might be due to a malfunction on his end. "We can apply for your incubus to be replaced with a new one instead, and he will arrive in a week." I look at Riven Sterling, the incubus whom I had made tailored specifically to my tastes. After a moment of thought, I decide that maybe I can just wait and observe for a while longer. If he still doesn't change for the better, then I can perhaps send him in for repairs. After all, Riven is just too perfectly aligned with my tastes. I can't bear to give him up. However, at the family dinner, I quickly realize that Riven is having a reaction toward my younger stepsister, Teresa Ashford, who is sitting across from me. It's only then that I recall that Teresa is the one who opened my parcel the last time Riven arrived at the doorstep. That night, I contact the customer service representative again and say, "You said that the new replacement would be arriving in a week, right? Please send it out, then. Thank you."

Alice menatap sendu ke arah luar jendela rumahnya. Tampak terlihat anak-anak kecil tengah bermain bola di depan rumahnya. Ramai, bising, dan gelak tawa yang membuat orang lain terganggu, tapi tidak dengannya. Ia selalu merindukan momen dimana anak-anak bermain di depan rumahnya. Terkadang, ia memberikan makanan atau minuman ringan untuk mereka semua. Alice tersenyum, saat melihat bocah kecil itu tertawa riang melihat aneka jajanan yang diberikan olehnya. Sesekali ia menghapus buliran bening, yang membasahi pipinya. Ia kembali teringat akan ucapan sang ibu mertua, yang membuatnya menitikkan air mata. Sang ibu mertua menyindirnya, saat ia dan suami berkunjung kesana. Sindiran tajam yang terdengar biasa bagi yang lain, tapi tidak bagi Alice. Anak, adalah sosok yang selalu menjadi buah pertengkaran antara dirinya dengan sang ibu mertua. Acapkali sang ibu mertua menolak bertemu dengannya, jika ia datang dengan tidak menggendong seorang buah hati. Berulang kali Alice menghapus air matanya, namun malah semakin deras mengalir membasahi pipinya. Suara riuh gelak tawa anak-anak tetangganya, selalu menjadi hiburan tersendiri untuknya.

I picked up the top university admission slot that the real heir didn't want. Horace Clark had gone crazy for love. He ran off with a failing student and dropped out, smashing the perfect life he had been handed. Meanwhile, I carried the label of an impostor who stole someone else's place. Step by step, I clawed my way up, became a rising name in the business world, and even married his childhood sweetheart. At the peak of my life, I opened my eyes again and found myself back in senior year, on the day we were filling out our college applications. And floating in front of me were lines of strange comments. [Brian, the fake heir, is a straight-up thief. He stole the life that was supposed to belong to the real heir, Horace!] [In his last life, the real heir completely lost his head over love. He dropped out of school, ran off with that rebellious troublemaker to start a business, and even handed his childhood fiancée to someone else. What a disaster. The guy was a total idiot!] [Good thing he gets a redo this time. The real heir has finally woken up. Now I really wanna see how the fake heir who stole someone else's life ends up crashing and burning.] I watched the comments quietly and sneered. Hate to break it to them, but the road I walked was carved out with my own hands. Even if Horace were reborn a hundred times, he still wouldn't be able to stop me from reaching the top and claiming my glory.

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”