Obat Panik Attack

For five years of our marriage, Matthew Spark was my entire world. I abandoned my career, severed ties with my family, and molded myself into the perfect wife for him. I believed our love was unshakable, and that our marriage certificate was the ultimate proof of it. Until the day I saw him with my own eyes—holding another woman in his arms as he stepped into our home. “Ava, let me introduce you,” he said, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. “This is Sophie Spears, and her daughter, Ella. They’ll be living here from now on.” I froze. I had seen her face before—tucked in the drawer of his desk, in his wallet, even as the wallpaper on his phone. And in that instant, I realized the cruel truth: I was the unnecessary outsider. The interloper. The greater insult came when I confronted him. He calmly produced a marriage certificate—his and Sophie’s marriage was three months before ours. That was the moment I learned my marriage had been nothing but a farce. That I wasn’t even significant enough to be a mistress. And in that moment, I laughed. Oh, Matthew. Did you forget who the largest investor in Spark Enterprise was?

Verana tahu bahwa dia telah salah langkah, percaya dengan rayuan dan janji manis pacarnya, Josh. Setahun berpacaran, mereka sudah melakukan lebih, tidur bersama bahkan melakukan hubungan badan. Dua garis biru tampak di depan mata setelah bulanannya tidak kunjung datang. Panik, Verana langsung meminta pertanggung jawaban dari pacarnya, namun Josh dengan enteng mengatakan digugurkan saja karena mengingat mereka sudah semester enam, sudah pasti akan sangat sibuk mengurus skripsi dan yang lainnya. Bagaimana nasib Verana selanjutnya?

Di kehidupan ini, aku memberi tahu ayahku bahwa aku tidak mau menikah dengan Fred. Jika harus menikah, aku lebih rela dijodohkan dengan kakak tirinya, Zico. Ayahku sangat terkejut karena seluruh kota tahu bahwa aku telah mengejar Fred selama sepuluh tahun penuh. Namun, di kehidupan sebelumnya, aku meninggal karena mengalami distosia. Setelah itu, aku baru tahu bahwa anak dalam kandunganku bukanlah darah dagingku. Itu adalah anak Fred dan mahasiswi kedokteran miskin yang dibiayainya. Ironisnya, mereka bisa hamil berkat obat yang kuciptakan. Setelah aku mati, mereka bertiga hidup bahagia layaknya keluarga sempurna. Karena itu di kehidupan ini, aku akan merestui hubungan mereka. Aku ingin lihat, tanpa obat yang kukembangkan, bisakah mereka tetap sebahagia dulu? Yang tak kusangka, saat Fred melihat cincin pemberian kakaknya di jariku, dia langsung menggila.

Selama tiga tahun, aku hidup sebagai pengganti. Kini, setelah donorkan darah seratus kali demi “cinta pertama” tiga istriku, aku pun pergi menghilang sepenuhnya dari hidup mereka. Saat ketiga istriku tahu hal itu, mereka langsung hilang kendali. Mereka telepon aku ribuan kali. Mereka kirim pesan puluhan ribu kali. “Suamiku, aku salah .… Aku benar-benar salah. Aku telah kecewakan ibu kita. Kamu boleh pukul aku, marahin aku, apa pun terserah kamu. Tapi tolong … jangan tinggalkan aku ….” “Suamiku, maafkan aku! Aku bersedia berlutut dan bersujud ke kamu. Aku bersumpah nggak akan ulangi kesalahan itu lagi. Tolong, kembali, yah?” “Suamiku, jangan pergi … aku bisa gila! Aku nggak bisa hidup kalau nggak ada kamu!” “Suamiku, kamu di mana? Tolong kasih tahu aku! Suamiku, tolong, angkat teleponmu!” Namun setelah kembali ke Kota Jerija, aku ganti kartu SIM-ku, blokir seluruh kontak dari ketiga istriku. Dunia pun kembali hening. Tiga bulan kemudian, aku dengar kabar bahwa perusahaan milik ketiga istriku satu per satu bangkrut. Nggak hanya itu, mereka juga ditipu habis-habisan oleh “cinta pertama”-nya itu, hingga nggak tersisa apa pun. Sekarang, mereka panik cari aku, seolah kehilangan akal. Aku hanya merasa geli. Kalau memang akan berakhir seperti ini, kenapa dulu nggak pikir panjang? Kenapa sekarang baru panik?

Sky panik saat mendapati Summer, putri kecilnya, menghilang. Siapa sangka, balita berusia empat tahun itu ternyata pergi untuk menghentikan lamaran Louis Harper, cinta pertama sekaligus sahabat lama ibunya. Summer tidak setuju jika Louis menikah dengan orang lain. Ia ingin Louis menikahi Sky dan menjadi ayahnya! Melihat kegigihan sang putri, Sky menjadi bimbang. Haruskah ia memaksa putrinya untuk pulang dengan kekecewaan? Atau ia harus turut memperjuangkan Louis dengan mengungkap rahasia besar yang selama ini ia simpan rapat-rapat ... tentang siapa ayah Summer yang sebenarnya?

Just before our Luna Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Killian, rejected me—moments after we'd mated. "The pack needs a gentle Omega for a Luna, Mia. Not a Beta with blood on her hands like you." His face was a cold mask, his Alpha command washing over me, snuffing out the lingering scent of our passion. I swallowed the pain in my heart and watched him slam the door. A moment later, a notification hit the pack network. I was stripped of my position as Lead Beta. In my place, Killian appointed Mia as the new Head Warrior. The empire I'd spent eight years helping Killian build was gifted to her on a silver platter. With my heart shattered, I walked away. It wasn't until I became Luna to Alpha Damien of a rival pack that Killian started showing up at my new border, crying and begging me to come back.

At the Mercer family's annual dinner, I accidentally wore a couture gown that belonged to Lucian's late wife. The eight-year-old boy I had raised myself, in front of every key member of the Family, threw a glass of expensive red wine all over my pure white dress. He just stood there, his cold, condescending expression a mirror of his father's. "Don't think you can become the mistress of this house just by dressing like my Mamma." "I swear, when I'm old enough to take over the family business, I'll make you disappear for good!" The cold liquid soaked through the fabric, clinging to my skin. But I felt nothing. My heart had frozen solid the moment I signed my life away eight years ago. I looked at the child I had raised as my own for eight years. There was no anger. The faintest smile touched my lips. I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You won't have to wait that long, my little lion. I'm leaving, and it will be very soon."

My best friend is bound to a trade system—she can force a swap with me three times. At 13, she takes my heart. At 18, she takes my SAT scores. And now, for the final swap, she wants my entire identity. I hide under the covers, unable to hold back a laugh. My villa is rented, and my family background is totally fake. Go ahead, bestie. Swap away! This time, I really hope you don't hold back.

I was bleeding out in a corner after a hit from a rival family. My husband, Dante—the Torrino family’s underboss—was in his car, holding his best friend's little sister. He gave me one cold look and said, "Leave her. She's a nobody." Later, after someone else saved me, I walked home, soaked in my own blood. I found Dante cradling Seraphina, fussing over her. All she had was a scraped knee. The blood covering my clothes? He didn't even see it. I just watched. Said nothing. Then I pulled out my phone and called my mother. "Mom, I need to come home."

I was setting up a weekend shopping list on the tablet my husband had just replaced for our home system. A notification popped up. He had forgotten to log out of a shared, encrypted family calendar— one I didn’t recognize. There was only one unfamiliar profile photo. I tapped it. A list titled “My Little Princess – Personal Notes” filled the screen. My Little Princess doesn’t drink alcohol—only mineral water or herbal tea. No late nights. She needs absolute quiet to sleep. She gets anxious easily—keep fresh white lilies in the house and her favorite vanilla chocolates on hand. I scrolled slowly, my expression unreadable. The final entry was bolded. Highlighted. “Next Wednesday: take my Little Princess to choose her wedding crown.” I closed the screen. Then I picked up my phone and called my husband. “Love,” I said gently. “Does your Little Princess prefer a classic European bridal crown… or something more traditional? I thought I could help you choose.”