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My sister ate the half plate of mango I had left on the table and broke out in hives from her allergy. My brother stormed over, pried my mouth open, and poured the mango juice straight down my throat. "You love mangoes so much, don't you? Today you'll get your fill." The juice flooded my lungs. I choked, fighting for air as my throat swelled in agony, begging him to save me. Instead, he turned and locked me in the basement. "Betty suffered because of you, so don't expect any comfort. Stay down here and reflect on what you've done. Growing up without any real guidance. No wonder you're so vicious." Two days later, my mom remembered me. "Ralph, that's enough. Let Catherine out. If she stays there much longer, she might start resenting Betty." My dad chimed in casually, "What's the big deal? Just buy her something nice to make up for it." My spirit clung to his back, floating along with them toward the basement. I'd like to see how they were going to compensate a dead girl.

When a turbulence strikes an airplane that's tens of thousands of miles above ground, the pilot, Kevin Glover, uses the opportunity to confess his love for the co-pilot, Serena Burke. Both of them come clean about their feelings for each other, not knowing that Kevin's wife, Henley Johnstone is on the plane as well. The brimming affection in Kevin's tone hurts her ears. "Serena, I'll marry you." At the same time, Henley's son, Isaac Glover, who sits in the row in front of her, pipes up in a disgusted tone, "My mom isn't worthy of remaining as my mom. I want Serena to be my mom instead." Henley feels crushed and defeated. Sorrow overwhelms her senses as well. Once the plane overcomes the crisis and lands on the tarmac, she calls her assistant, Edith Pratt. "I want to sign up as the test subject of the death-faking pill. I don't want my husband and son anymore." Henley sets the date of her death on her wedding anniversary. Once all preparations are done, she takes the death-faking pill. When she wakes up, she'll embrace her new life. Some time later, when Kevin finds out about Henley's death, he wails like a madman.

Davina Setiawan harus mengalami kebutaan setelah mengalami kecelakaan. Akan tetapi, musibah itu justru membuatnya tahu tentang kebusukan sang suami. Bagaimana nasib rumah tangga Davina? Akankah Davina buta selamanya, dan terus-menerus terjerat dalam kepalsuan sang suami?

"Aku tidak butuh tanggung jawabmu dengan pernikahan, Bastian. Tapi cukup kau bayarkan utang ibuku pada pamanku!" "Apa kamu gadis yang bodoh? Bukankah dengan pernikahan kamu bisa meminta segalanya? Coba pikirkan!" ucap seorang pria di depannya. degh! Nara tersadar. Benar yang dikatakan Bastian pria di hadapannya ini. Dengan pernikahan, dia bisa meminta apapun yang ia inginkan. Terlebih lagi, Bastian adalah pemilik hotel tempatnya bekerja. Tapi.... "Tapi aku bukan cewek matre, Bastian. Jangan samakan aku dengan yang lain." "Aku bukan mereka!" tegaskan Nara. "Jika alasanmu tidak ingin menikah sebab takut disangka matre, lalu apa dengan pernyataan ini, apa kamu bisa mengelaknya?" "Pernyataan apa maksudmu?" "Maaf, kamu sudah ternoda. Apa dengan keadaanmu seperti ini kamu masih punya harga diri untuk minta dinikahi pria lain? Coba pikirkan sekali lagi!" Nara terdiam. Perkataan Bastian seperti penghinaan tersendiri untuknya. walau kenyataannya memang benar seperti itu. "Kurang ajar kamu Bastian! Kamu pria bren**ek! Baj**gan! Kamu sudah tega merenggut semua masa depanku." umpat Nara sangking kesalnya tapi tak bisa berbuat apa-apa. "Jadi bagaimana, setuju dengan tawaranku atau...?" >> Hai kak, ikuti kisah Nara dan Bastian sampai selesai ya. terimakasih <<

Khalisa percaya, satu tahun pernikahan adalah awal kebahagiaan. Tapi semua runtuh ketika ia menemukan suaminya, Fahri, hidup bersama wanita lain yang hamil besar—dan keluarganya justru mendukung perselingkuhan itu. Dikhianati, dianggap tak berguna hanya karena belum bisa memberi keturunan, Khalisa bersumpah bangkit. Jika dulu ia hanya istri yang setia, kini ia akan menjadi wanita yang membuat suaminya berlutut. Air mata akan ia ganti dengan dendam. Dan satu-satunya cara membayar pengkhianatan itu adalah: membuat suaminya jatuh miskin di tangannya sendiri.

My fiancé’s first love and I fell down the stairs at the same time, and he chose to save her instead, leaving me to lie there in a pool of blood as I waited for an ambulance. On the brink of death, I begged him not to abandon me, and he only kicked my hand away, saying, “Elodie, can’t you show a little kindness? Don’t you see that Celeste is unconscious?! “…I’ll make sure you pay for this later!” ‘Later’, as he put it, didn’t come to pass. As he left with his first love in his arms, I died along with the baby inside my womb.

After the car accident, one of the Johnson sons was dead and the other gravely injured. When my devout, devoted husband woke up in the hospital, he called out, "Dorothy." He claimed that his body then held the soul of his brother, Elias Johnson. I went mad, calling doctors, priests, anyone I could, desperate to bring my husband back. It was not until that night that I overheard his conversation with our son: "Father, you've loved aunt for years. You even kept yourself chaste in your private prayer room, waiting. Now, finally, you can be with her openly." The man in the bed reached out to stroke our son's hair. "If it weren't to stop your mother from destroying her relationship, I wouldn't have married her." I hid in the shadows, still reeling from their words, when I saw what happened after our son left. The husband I had always known, icy, composed, and ascetic to maintain his devout faith for seven years, was then holding his sister-in-law close on that tiny hospital bed, sharing a warmth meant for lovers. The next day, I applied for Jim Johnson's death certificate and burned our marriage certificate. At his grand wedding, I climbed aboard the helicopter sent to fetch me. However, my once-cold husband went mad, chasing after us down several streets, desperate and unhinged.

During the SAT exam, My sister and I both had an emergency at the same time. Overwhelmed by stress, I suffered a heart attack and was on the brink of death. Yet my mom, who was working as an invigilator that day, rushed to tend to my sister—who only had a stomach ache—without a second thought. I begged her to save me. But she kicked me away fiercely. “Can’t you pick the right time to put on a show for attention? If you ruin your sister’s grades, I’ll beat you to death, you beast!” Later, I failed to respond to resuscitation and died in the hospital. Mom collapsed overnight.

My mom, who works as a lawyer, decides to take me to court just because I refuse to donate my platelets to my younger sister, Lindsey Finch. I explained to her that I have a blood clotting disorder, and having an extremely low platelet count would put my life at risk. But she screamed at me through tears: “Can’t you just stop pretending? Do you really have to let your sister die? How could I have raised such an ungrateful wretch?” I lost the case, and my platelets were forcibly taken. I suffered a massive hemorrhage and died a miserable death alone in a deserted corner.

Three year after my death, my former mate returned— not to mourn me, but to make use of me one last time. It was the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year—the night when wolves whispered to the dead. “Where’s Mira Thorne?” Rowan demanded as he strode downstairs into the tavern beneath the den. “Her lived here—Gavin’s sister. I need to find her.” Dorian, the tavern keeper, glanced up slowly. “Mira?” he repeated, wiping his hands on a cloth. “She’s gone, Doctor. Died three winters ago. Same night the Moon rose red.” Rowan’s brows knit. “Dead? That’s impossible. There’s no record.” Dorian’s voice softened. “The family from that healing case—remember them? They found her in the alley behind this inn. Tore her apart before dawn. The healers couldn’t even retrieve her wolf.” Rowan froze, a flicker of disbelief passing across his face before irritation took over. “No. She’s pretending. She’s doing this to make me feel guilty.” he said sharply. “She’s hiding. She always was weak. Tell her if her doesn’t come out within three days, I’ll stop sending money for brother’s treatment.” He turned abruptly and left, the tavern door slamming behind him. Dorian sighed after him., shaking his head. “brother? Her brother died before the healers even arrived… there was never any money for treatment.” The silence that followed was heavier than snow. Dorian watched the falling snow and murmured to the empty air, “No one pretends death, Doctor. Not when they’ve already lost everything.”