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Selama ini kehidupanku dan suami berjalan baik-baik saja. Kami hidup bahagia bahkan sudah memiliki sepasang putra-putri yang lucu saat ini. Hingga sesuatu yang mengusik pikiran membuatku seketika merasa gelisah. Siapa pengantin baru di rumah mertua?

Maya Syaqilla-gadis kampung yang ingin mengubah nasib keluarganya dengan bekerja di kota, di sana Maya pikir bekerja menjadi pembantu sesuai apa yang sudah di sepakati oleh Handoko, namun ternyata salah, di sana dia menjadi istri kontrak majikannya selama satu tahun. Menjadi istri kontrak memang sangat mengubah kehidupan Maya dan keluarganya sangat drastis, sekarang kehidupan keluarga Maya sudah enak dan makmur, hal yang membuat Maya bahagia meskipun melakukannya dengan cara yang salah. Apakah nantinya diantara Maya dan Boy akan saling jatuh cinta dan berakhir menjadi pernikahan resmi? Dan akankah nanti pernikahan kontrak mereka akan terbongkar? Bagaimana reaksi kedua keluarga ketika tau pernikahan Boy dan Maya ternyata hanya kontrak??

Amalia Lestari mengira jika pernikahan yang ia jalani akan berjalan dengan penuh kebahagiaan, namun siapa sangka jika semua itu berbanding terbalik dengan apa yang ada di pikirannya. Dirinya yang hanya orang biasa menjadikan mertuanya sangat membenci dirinya, perlakuan tak adil sering ia dapatkan. Akankah nantinya Amalia akan terus bertahan demi cintanya kepada Ammar atau nantinya Amalia menyerah dalam mempertahankan rumah tangga nya?

The Richie Rich who violated my daughter has gotten off unscathed. He sneers and throws a wad of cash in my face. "I'll show you what people mean when they say money makes the world go round!" In that split second, I want to tear him to pieces.

On the fifth year of their marriage, finding the vitamin C her husband bought tasted too bitter, Jeanne Dotson went to the hospital with the bottle. The doctor took one look and frowned. "This isn't vitamin C." "I-I'm sorry, Doctor?" "I could say it a dozen times and it'd still be the same," the doctor replied, pointing at the bottle. "This is Mifepristone. Taking too much of it doesn't just cause infertility—it can do serious harm to your body." Jeanne felt a lump stuck in her throat, and her fingers turned pale from clenching the bottle. "That's impossible. My husband got this for me. His name is Darren Walsh—he's a doctor here too." The doctor looked up at her, his expression turning strange, tinged with something she couldn't quite read. After a pause, he gave a small smile. "Miss, you might want to visit the psych ward instead. We all know Dr. Walsh's wife—she gave birth just two months ago. Don't let your imagination run wild, all right? There's no point."

My husband has asthenospermia, so we decide to try IVF. Before the embryos are combined, I catch my husband switching my ovum out for his true love's. I don't say anything and switch them back. At the same time, I switch my husband's sample out for my ex-boyfriend's. 25 years later, my husband's true love comes knocking. She holds my daughter's hands and weeps while saying, "I'm your mother, my darling!"

After my husband cheats, my relatives advise me to be tolerant and forgiving. Why? Because my husband's mistress is pregnant, and I'm infertile. Even his parents hurry to our house in the middle of the night to say, "Don't worry—we won't let that woman step foot in this house. Once she gives birth, the child will be yours." Is that so? I sneer as I look at a medical report. Perhaps the child will have something to do with me, but it definitely won't have anything to do with my husband.

For the nursery's Family Day, my husband, Gary Lane, said that he was busy at work and told our daughter, Emily Lane, and I not to participate in the event. I looked at Emily's disappointed face, my heart ached. Therefore, I decided to take Emily to the event myself. As soon as we arrived at the nursery, we saw Gary carrying a little boy in one hand and holding his childhood sweetheart, Shannon Harvey's hand in the other. They looked like a family of three and were very happy. That was until they saw me and Emily. Gary furrowed his brows a little and then let go of Shannon's hand. "Don't get me wrong, Jasmine. It's not easy for Shannon to raise a child as a single mother. It's the child's fifth birthday today. She wanted him to experience some fatherly love." I looked at him meaningfully, squatted down, and held Emily's hand. "Honey, say hello to Mr. Lane."

In eight years together, my boyfriend—Shayne Raffield—blocked me eighty-eight times. This time? Because I missed his call. At my best friend's birthday party. Usually, I'd panic-order a gift, then stand outside his office, head down, ready to beg. But today? I blocked him first. The Chat Feed popped up, loud as ever: [Nooo, Ley-Bae, don't block Shay-Shay! He's just got abandonment issues. Comfort him!] [Shay's heart = shattered; Eyes = red. Ley, go! One pout and he's yours again!] Then Shayne called. Didn't say a word. Just breathed for ten seconds and hung up. The Chat Feed freaked out. [AHHHH SHAY LOVES LEY SO MUCH HE JUST SUCKS AT SAYING IT. THIS COWARD'S GONNA LOSE HIS GIRL.]

When my son was born, I noticed a small, round birthmark on his arm. But the weird thing? By the time I opened my eyes again after giving birth, it was gone. I figured maybe I'd imagined it. That is, until the baby shower. My brother-in-law's son, born the same day as mine, had the exact same birthmark. Clear as day. That's when it hit me. I didn't say a word, though. Not then. I waited. Eighteen years later, at my son's college acceptance party, my brother-in-law stood up and dropped the truth bomb: the "amazing" kid I'd raised was theirs. I just smiled and invited him and his wife to take their "rightful" seats at the table.