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After my 99th confession, my childhood best friend, Michael Leight, finally says yes. I am overjoyed, believing that my years of unrequited love have finally paid off. But when I walk past the pantry, I overhear him speaking tenderly to our family chef, Tahlia Duvey. "Once I take everything from the Kingstons, I'll kick that idiot Ariel to the curb and throw us a grand wedding. Everything here will be yours." My heart feels like a sword has been plunged into it. That night, I storm into Grandpa's study and point at a photo of the Gordon family's heir—Charles, known for always keeping his distance from women. "Grandpa! I want to marry him!" I announce.

["Jangan lupa membeli susu untuk anak kita, Mas."] Satu pesan tak dikenal itu membuat Amira resah. Sebagai seorang istri, Amira takut jika sang suami berselingkuh darinya. Tak hanya itu, Amira merasakan perubahan dari sikap Alan setelah tiga bulan pernikahan mereka. Alan lebih suka beraktifitas di luar rumah dan selalu pulang larut malam. Hingga suatu hari, datanglah seorang wanita hamil ke rumah Amira. Dia mengatakan tengah mendandung anak Alan. Dunia Amira seketika hancur, kepercayaannya dikhinati oleh sang suami. Akankah Amira mempertahankan rumah tangganya atau justru mengakhiri pernikahannya dengan Alan? Edited photo by : @connie_rabbit IG : @byrosebloom_

The day my husband, Lucas Maxwell, helps his childhood sweetheart—Cecilia Brown, who has cancer—lose her virginity, I leave behind a divorce agreement and walk away. Before I leave, I drop a comment beneath a photo of them on his social media. Their fingers are tightly interlocked in the photo. "Let's get divorced. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness." A minute later, he calls me. "How did I end up marrying someone as selfish as you, Fiona Sinclair? Do you really have the heart to let her die without leaving anything behind?" I sneer, "You're no longer my husband. How is that my problem?" That's when he panics.

On the suit jacket her husband had just taken off, Hannah noticed a lipstick stain,one that definitely wasn’t hers. Yet at that very moment, her husband was clasping around her neck a one-of-a-kind gemstone necklace in celebration of their 7th wedding anniversary. Later, when she found a single strand of golden hair that didn't belong to her too, a seed of doubt quietly took root in her heart. Still, her husband's tenderness, his unwavering attention and love, made her question her own suspicions. Could she really be imagining things? Until she saw the photo on the phone— Her husband, in bed with another woman. He really had betrayed her! And that woman… was the friend she had trusted most.

At our seventh wedding anniversary party, Caleb Thorne shares a drink with his childhood sweetheart. My face darkens, and he publicly snaps at me in front of everyone. "It's just playful fun between friends—why are you so uptight? If I really had something going on with Emma, do you think you'd ever have become my wife?" He storms off in anger. That same night, his childhood sweetheart updates her social media banner to a photo of her holding hands with Caleb. In the past, I would've rushed to her house without a second thought, dragged Caleb out, and demanded to know if he ever truly loved me. But this time, I don't care anymore.

Unable to take it anymore, I upload a photo of my husband, Johann Garner, holding hands with his secretary, Eva Ford, to the company's group chat. A long while later, Johann finally replies, "It's just something we do when we're working together. Those who are vile in nature will always view things differently from others." Messages from his colleagues begin flooding the group chat immediately. They all discuss whether or not I'm delusional. But I'm the only one who knows just how skilled Johann is at manipulating others as an expert manipulator. After muting the group chat, I look down at the ring Johann has slipped onto my finger when he first proposed to me. When exactly can I escape from the prison he has built around me?

It's my third wedding anniversary with Eanes Lambert. However, he and his childhood sweetheart put on a public display of affection on their social media. "My heart beats for you and you only." I like the post and share it, but the original post is immediately deleted. Later, Eanes calls me to tell me off. "I was just comforting her because she was in a bad mood. Do you have to be so petty? What else can you do other than get jealous of others?" The next second, I receive a photo of him and his childhood sweetheart kissing passionately. She's the one who's sent it to me. In the past, I would've stormed over there to kick up a fuss. Now, however, I merely choose to leave Eanes. I'll let him have what he wants.

When my husband, Drake Connor, posted a photo of me on social media, this random woman mistook me for his mistress. She confronted me in the street, a baby in her arms and a crowd of relatives and friends in tow, ready to teach me a lesson. "You shameless tramp! How dare you seduce my husband! "I’ll beat you to death, you disgusting woman!" The crowd beat me, smashed my car, and ripped my clothes. I left that encounter bruised and battered, suffering a concussion and a fractured arm. In the end, I called the police and demanded justice. I had a divorce agreement drawn up and threw it in Drake's face. "If it weren’t for me, you’d be begging in the streets! And now you dare to hide a woman and child from me? "Get out! Don’t expect a penny from me!"

The day Eve Jones came back to town, Zac Gibson did not come home all night. The next day, I saw a post on her social media, showing a photo of two hands tightly intertwined, along with Zac’s peaceful, childlike sleeping face. When he finally came home, he threw divorce papers at me and said, "You’ve been standing in Eve’s place this whole time. Now that she’s back, it’s time for you to move on." It did not matter anymore. I was not going to live much longer anyway. Whoever wanted the title of "Mrs. Gibson" could have it. Later, I died. But Zac cried at my grave, kneeling, promising he would never hold anyone else’s hand again.

"Bend on your knees and spread those legs, babygirl! I want to see all of you." Isabella aka Bella, an 18-year-old girl who just completed high school and is currently waiting to join college. She moved to California to live with her mother and her newly wedded husband. She felt an immediate sexual tension with her step-dad, Oliver Taylor. Bella soon found herself going through various, irresistible sexual escapades with this charming, seductive fellow in the absence of her mom. She knows it is a sin to think such things about an older man, specifically her mother’s partner. He's clearly off limits but she can't help it. But what happens when he comes forward about also feeling this way for her? Oliver Taylor is a wealthy 30 year old businessman, freshly married to a 37 year old woman, Saanchi. When he met his wife's daughter, he immediately fancied her. He also had secret fantasies about her that he felt extremely guilty about. He wanted to fuck her till she couldn’t walk, treat her like princess, love her like she’s the only girl in the world but she was his stepdaughter. He was known as the devil of the business world and they surely didn't call him the devil for nothing. What started out as a simple and confusing attraction turned into something more, way more than they wanted. A taboo romance between two people. This could be the best thing that ever happened or the worse. Would Bella ruin her relationship with her mother for her forbidden love? But what would happen when the attraction was mutual? What would be the fate or outcome of such an act and would her mom ever get to know the atrocity going on right under her nose?