Sad Story Artinya

On our anniversary, my husband, James Marshall, purchased a painting as a gift for me with my secondary credit card. When I got home, I went to my study to retrieve an urgent court document. The door was slightly ajar. Inside, I could hear the flirtatious voice of my assistant, Julie Summers, mingled with my husband’s low murmurs. “James, your wife is just a money-printing machine. What does she know about art? She could never appreciate you like I do.” James sighed. Then, in an indulgent tone, he said, “Claire is too perfect—so perfect it’s suffocating. Not like you, full of life and warmth.” Just then, my mother-in-law, Susan Marshall, called James. He put her on speakerphone. “James, you need to move faster. While Claire still trusts you, turn all her client contacts into yours. That Julie girl seems promising. She’s much easier to control than that iron-fisted career wife of yours.” I gripped the cold doorknob, listening to the pair of shameless lovers in the study and the wretched woman on the phone, and immediately drafted a divorce agreement. At the same time, I forwarded asset-protection filings for all my holdings to my legal team. “I’ll see you all in court, parasites.”

At the class session joined by the school leaders and officials from the Department of Education, my lecture PPT was swapped for a sensational "Mistress's Charge Letter". "Charge one. Willingly being the other woman makes her an unsuitable role model for students." "Charge two. Attempting to secure a higher position through sex." "Charge three. Menacing the lawful wife with the absurd hope of advancing through pregnancy." Amidst the leaders and officials, my husband's illegitimate child accused me of disrupting her parents' marriage. In the name of "expelling the mistress to achieve justice", she coerced me, the true wife, into a humiliating bow to the mistress. I confronted my husband upon his arrival, "Care to explain? Why didn't I know that you had an illegitimate daughter?" He responded with a strike to the girl's face. "Where are you from, you unruly child? You're so ill-mannered!"

I did three years in prison for my wife, Lilian Parson. The day I got out, she handed me an envelope for her company's grand opening. Inside was a single dollar bill. For a second, I thought it was a mistake. Then I saw her colleague, Nathan Ramsey, holding his envelope—his also contained a single dollar. Relieved, I pushed my doubts aside. I smiled, stood by Lilian's side through the entire ceremony, the picture of a proud, supportive husband. That night, scrolling through Instagram, I saw Nathan's latest post. A photo of a check. [Congratulations to Lilian Parson on the grand opening! So generous—100 million as a gift!] The comments section exploded with envy and blessings, congratulating him and "the boss" on finally becoming a couple. Lilian offered no explanation. Instead, she hurried to draw a line between us. "You just got out of prison," she said coolly. "It's not a good look to go public right now. Let's keep our marriage a secret. In front of others, just call me your boss." Then she turned around and liked Nathan's post. I wiped the tears from my eyes, picked up my phone, and dialed the number of her greatest rival. "From now on, I work for you," I said.

The moment my roommate walked in, she used my locker. She claimed to have too many things and nowhere else to put them. I rolled my eyes. Why should I let her get her way? I was not her parent. She was no princess, but she acted like one. I was ready to argue, but she tossed 200,000 dollars at me. “At your service, Your Highness!”

At the year-end company meeting, I was announcing the bonuses when a new employee suddenly raised her hand. "Over at the other company, they handed out two boxes of imported cherries at their annual party," she said, shaking her phone. "And we only get performance bonuses?" The video, maliciously edited, went viral online and hit the trending list the very next day. I had the finance department cancel all the year-end bonus transfers. "If cherries are what really count as a gesture of goodwill," I said, "then this year's year-end benefit will be cherries—fifty boxes per person." When they saw the mountain of cherries piling up before them, the employees who had once joined in mocking me panicked instantly. One by one, they cried and apologized, begging me to reconsider.

Adakah yang lebih menyakitkan dari ini? Di saat pernikahan impian sudah di depan mata, Zahra dan Uki harus mengubur impian mereka. Ayah Uki dan mamanya Zahra tiba-tiba sepakat untuk menolak pernikahan putra-putri mereka, tanpa alasan yang jelas. Bahkan Uki dipaksa untuk menikahi anak sahabat ayahnya. Hingga Zahra akhirnya mengetahui alasan dibalik penolakan sang mama. Ada sebuah rahasia besar yang selama ini disembunyikan mamanya. Akankah Zahra dan Uki dapat menerima takdir yang menyesakkan dada itu?

Warning ! Cerita dewasa (21+) Harap bijak memilih bacaan ! Seuaikan usia kalian. ⚠️⚠️ Cerita dewasa!  Bukan bacaan anak kecil, sesuaikan usia kalian membaca ini! "Crys...." Crystal kembali menginterupsi ucapan Chiaki, ia menempatkan jadi telunjuknya di depan bibirnya dengan posisi vertikal. "Kau harus menurut, oke?" Apa-apaan? Menurut? Memakain es krim malam hari? Chiaki semakin terbengong-bengong saat menyaksikan Crystal meletakkan ember es krim di atas nakas, tetapi bukan itu yang membuat Chiaki terbengong-bengong. Yang paling menakjubkan adalah Crystal melucuti pakaiannya sendiri kemudian melucuti pakaian yang Chiaki kenakan dengan cara yang luar biasa berani seperti bukan Crystal yang selama ini ia kenal. "Crys, apa yang kau lakukan?" Crystal menyeringai. "Aku bilang tadi, 'kan?" Kerutan di kedua alis Chiaki bertambah dalam. "Tapi, untuk apa kau mengambil es krim?" Kulit pipi Crystal memerah dan demi Tuhan, Chiaki sangat menyukai setiap kulit pipi Crystal memerah, terlebih lagi mereka berdua telah polos. "A-aku hanya ingin menikmati es krim." Crystal meraih ember es krim. "Kau harus berbaring," ucap Crystal malu-malu. Meski pikirannya diselimuti dengan keheranan, Chiaki mengejawantahkan perintah Crystal juga, ia berbaring di atas tempat tidur. "Crys, jangan katakan...." "Itu benar," sahut Crystal, ia membuka penutup ember es krim lalu menyendok sedikit es krim, meletakkannya di atas dada Chiaki. Chiaki menggeram karena sensasi dingin yang melanda kulitnya. "Crys, akan kubalas kau." Crystal justru tertawa. "Kau ternyata rewel juga, ya?" Chiaki juga tertawa, tetapi dalam sekejap ia menggeram karena Crystal menjilati es krim yang ada di dadanya menggunakannya lidahnya membat  Chiai mencengkeram seprei dengan erat karena gairah menerpa dirinya setiap kali lidah Crystal yang menjelajahi kulitnya. Gadis itu meletakkan es krim di dadanya kemudian menjilatinya hingga es krim itu dengan cara yang sangat nakal, bahkan Crystal melumuri kejantanan Chiaki dengan es krim lalu menikmati es krim menggunakan lidahnya yang hangat.  

Di dunia di mana darah lebih berharga dari cinta, Rafael De Luca tumbuh tanpa hati, pewaris kekuasaan yang dibangun dari kematian dan kebohongan. Hingga suatu malam, seorang saksi bernama Elena muncul dan mengguncang segalanya. Elena seharusnya mati, tetapi Rafael justru menunda peluru yang sudah siap di pelipisnya. Sejak itu, setiap senja menjadi saksi dari pertarungan yang tak pernah selesai, antara cinta dan kehancuran, antara nafsu dan luka yang tak bisa disembuhkan. Dalam istana yang megah namun dingin, cinta mereka tumbuh dari darah, dan berakhir dalam api yang sama yang menciptakannya. “Aku tak tahu apakah aku mencintaimu, atau hanya ingin melihatmu hancur bersamaku.”

My son was caught in a car accident. My husband said that without a cornea donor, he would be trapped in darkness forever. Heartbroken, I let him sweet-talk me into signing away my corneas. Blind, I overheard my son gloating, "Dad, the plan worked. Mom fell for it, and Rachel's got her sight back. She won't be miserable anymore." "Yeah, now we're a real family with her," replied my husband. The truth gutted me. They'd played me like a fool to save my husband's old flame. When I confronted them, Rachel Huffman shoved me down a staircase, and I died in agony. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of my son's car accident.

On the day we receive our bonus, one of the staff members of the finance department gives me 500 dollars worth of vouchers for the fast food restaurant downstairs. He tells me that my wife, Jillian Dunn, who is also the company's president, specifically ordered him to do so. In utter disbelief, I seek out Jillian and question her. "Didn't we agree that whoever secures the project will get a 50,000-dollar bonus? Stop messing around! I still need to pay for Freya's cochlear implant!" "I'm not messing around with you," Jillian answers seriously. "These vouchers can last you for a whole month. I wouldn't even give them to you if you were anyone else. "Money is tight right now at the company. Besides, Freya has been deaf for more than a decade now. She can survive being deaf for another decade." The next day, Jillian gives one of the interns a sports car that's worth 50,000 dollars. I look at the photo she uploads of her and the intern grinning widely as they sit in the car and give it a like. Jillian must assume that everything is proceeding smoothly since she has signed the contract. However, she misses the additional condition that's printed on the last page of the contract. I dial her rival's number, asking, "Ms. Swan, are you interested in Project Charlie?"