Pitch Perfect Barden Bellas Final Performance

On the tenth day after I perished in the avalanche, my husband finally remembered me. His first love was suffering from aplastic anemia and urgently needed a bone marrow transplant—one that only I could provide. He came home holding a donation consent form, ready for me to sign, only to find the house empty. Kelly leaned weakly against him. "Vanessa must really hate me. She doesn't want to donate her bone marrow, so she ran away on purpose, didn't she?" "Maybe we should just forget it," she sighed. "I can hold on a little longer." Caden gently comforted her, his heart aching. "I won't let anything happen to you." "It's just a bone marrow donation. It's not like she'll die from it." Then he pulled out his phone and sent me a message: [No matter where you are, come back immediately and sign the donation consent form.] [Don't be so selfish! Kelly is seriously ill. If she doesn't get a transplant soon, she'll die. It's just bone marrow—I'm not asking for your life!] [If you keep refusing, I'll stop paying for your mother's medical bills!] Caden… I died the moment you walked away from the ski resort with Kelly. The avalanche buried me and our unborn child beneath the snow. My mother, in her desperate attempt to save me, was torn apart by wild wolves. How could you not know?

I was a sketch artist acting for the police. On a secret mission, I was discovered by a murderer. My eyes were gouged out, and my body was dismembered, unceremoniously dumped in a garbage bin. On the brink of death, I called my boyfriend, a criminal investigator. However, he hung up on me because he was busy accompanying his first love to a prenatal checkup. A few days later, he received a painting that was a vital clue to finding the murderer, but he thought I was playing tricks on him. In his anger, he tore that portrait to shreds. After he found out the truth, he spent the whole night searching through the garbage to piece it back together.

The day my girlfriend got back together with her first love, I boarded a plane bound for Brindlewood. She told her first love, "Craig was just a fling. I won't have anything to do with him anymore. From now on, I'll only be by your side." Her friends all worried I might cause a scene. But they didn't know—this time, I wasn't going to make a fuss. Before leaving for Brindlewood, I had promised my mentor I'd join his medical research program. In just two weeks, I'd lose all contact with the outside world and dive into a secret project for the next ten years. From that moment on, there would be no ties between me and her anymore.

On the day I was diagnosed with uremia, my husband asked me to donate a kidney to his one true love. I turned him down, claiming I wasn’t feeling well. I didn’t expect him, my own husband, who was a doctor, to drag me to trial. The charge? Ingratitude. If found guilty, I would be executed on the spot, my kidney forcibly harvested, my soul condemned for eternity. But if the charges were dismissed, my husband would face immediate execution. His love would fall into ruin, plagued by illness and poverty. Everyone pressured me to confess. After all, when I nearly died in a car crash years ago, it was her blood transfusion that had pulled me back from the brink of death. But what they didn’t know was… I had been reborn. In my past life, I died never knowing my husband and his lover had orchestrated the car crash that nearly killed me. Now that I had returned, I would tear off their masks and expose their malice for all to see.

“Alex… I’m dying.” Amara’s trembling voice over the phone should have shaken her husband, but the renowned Dr. Alex Spencer simply replied, “Buy medicine and let me work.” The world envied their marriage to the perfect doctor, but behind closed doors, Amara carried every pain alone. Until the day she received two verdicts: brain cancer… and a divorce she signed with her own hands. She walked away, whispering, “This is the last meal I’ll ever cook for you,” leaving Alex furious and unable to accept the truth. And when he rushed into a house decorated with flowers and candles, her smiling picture greeted him instead. She was gone. He fell down, weeping like a child. But something still told him, this was all a setup. That Amara was still alive and he won’t rest until he finds her. Is Amara truly still alive? Read to find out!

My wife made me get a vasectomy. Not once, but ninety-nine times. Right before the hundredth operation, the doctor looked at me with pity in his eyes as the anesthesia failed to fully kick in. "Ms. Gibson really knows how to destroy a man," he murmured. "She's put him through ninety-nine vasectomies, then had them reversed—again and again. However, his body's long since broken. There's no chance of children now." "It's probably for her ex. Word is, it's his own brother. The scandals in these wealthy families—unbelievable." Because of a hospital mix-up at birth, my and Jeff Cunningham's fates were exchanged. He grew up with the Cunningham family, while I lived a poor life. Years later, my parents found the truth, taking me in and sending Jeff away. To make things worse, I became Wynnie Gibson's new fiancé. I once asked her, barely able to speak through the pain, why she would marry someone she did not love. She looked at me calmly. "To get revenge," she said. "You came home and stole Jeff's place. He was the one I love. He drank himself to death after you returned." Even my biological parents knew she was poisoning me. However, they turned a blind eye. They did nothing to stop her. They knew Wynnie had got pregnant with Jeff's child through IVF—planning to raise the child and let him inherit the family fortune. I coughed up blood and threw myself into the sea. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was first reunited with them. This time, when I saw the sorrow in their eyes—sorrow not for me, but for the son they lost— I chose to let them go.

Lyra Mae Miracle considers her life perfect just as it is. Amazing friends, decent enough grades, the best family, and an annoying brother with his equally annoying friends. But when the past that she's worked so hard to forget comes back to bite her, she learns that her life is far from perfect. With a downhill spiral of her life, she finally learns to accept help from those who want to. She blocked people out because of her past, even if it was unconsciously. But she can't let the past take control of the present. So she's going to end everything. Set the line, and accept reality. All to obtain what she would most definitely consider, a perfect life. But nobody and nothing is perfect, and imperfections is what makes perfection. Perfectly imperfect.

Berlian Kamarisa Evan, gadis berusia dua puluh lima tahun yang saat ini menjabat sebagai CEO Indah Jaya, perusahaan di bidang produk fashion. Berlian gadis yang selalu melakukan sesuatu dengan sempurna. Segala sesuatunya harus terlihat perfect di matanya. Tidak pernah menangis, selalu kuat mendapatkan tekanan dari mana-mana, selalu melakukan apa-apa sendiri. Berlian perempuan, tapi seolah tidak membutuhkan laki-laki di sisinya, karena ia seolah bisa menggenggam dunia dengan tangannya sendiri. Namun di balik itu, Berlian adalah gadis yang rapuh, memiliki penyakit psikologi yang parah membuat hari-harinya tampak hancur. Beberapa kali Berlian ingin menyerah dengan hidupnya, hingga pertemenuannya dengan pangeran berjas putih, membuat hidupnya kembali penuh warna.

“Ano ba ang pagmamahal? Saan ba nakakahanap nito?" Bigo sa pag-ibig si Katherine dahil sa mga pagkakamali na nagawa niya sa nakaraan. She was the ex-wife of Governor Adam Sebastian Dela Vega. Pero dahil sa mga maling desisyon niya ay naghiwalay sila at nakagawa siya ng isang malaking pagkakamali. Ang pagkakamali na habang buhay niyang pinagsisihan. Kaya nawalan na siya ng pag-asa na may magmamahal pa sa kanya. Hanggang sa dumating ang isang lalaki. Ang lalaki na hindi tumigil na i-persue siya. Ang lalaking magpapaniwala sa kanya na masarap pa lang magmahal. Ang pagmamahal na nasa tamang oras at panahon. Pipigilan ba niya ang kanyang sarili o hahayaan niya ang sarili na sumaya?

Cia pikir hidup akan semanis kue yang dibuatnya. Namun, ternyata hidup tak semanis itu. Dia tidak pernah menyangka jika semua rencananya untuk segera pulang ke Indonesia dan membangun usaha, harus berantakan. Tangisnya pecah ketika mendapati dua garis merah di alat tes kehamilan. Pulang dengan keadaan hamil, tidak masuk dalam daftar rencananya. Namun, kini tidak ada yang bisa dilakukakannya, karena benih itu sudah hadir di rahimnya. “Jika Cia hamil, biarkan aku yang bertanggung jawab.” Noah menawarkan dirinya untuk menjadi daddy dari anak yang dikandung Cia. “Terima kasih, tetapi tidak perlu bertanggung jawab untuk sesuatu yang bukan kesalahanmu. Aku akan bertanggung jawab sendiri atas kesalahanku. Aku akan menjaga dan merawat anakku sendiri, hingga dia merasa jika ibunya begitu sempurna.” Cia dengan tegas menolak. Tapi, hidup terkadang tak sesuai dengan rencana kita. Karena Tuhan maha membolak-balikkan. Akankah Cia dapat menjalani semua sesuai dengan rencananya? Untuk jadwal up, kunjungi Instagram Myafa 16