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I, Xavier Locke, had married the same woman, Melanie Slater, seven times. But for the sake of her first love, Leonard Blueman, she divorced me seven times. The first time we got married, she told me, "I'll only love you for the rest of my life." But every time Leonard came back to the country, she sang a different tune. "Can't you be more sensible? How can you bear to stand by and let Lenny be called a homewrecker who snatches a married woman from her husband?" The first time we divorced, I cut my wrists to make her stay. I was taken to the hospital in an ambulance, but she never showed up even once to see me. The third time we divorced, I humbled myself and applied to be her assistant at her company. I did that just so I could see her a little more. By the sixth divorce, I had learned to quietly pack my things and move out of the home we shared. My hysteria, my repeated backing down, and my tolerant compromises brought me nothing—just Melanie repeatedly divorcing and remarrying me. Time and time again, she pulled the same trick. With history repeating itself, I decided enough was enough. After hearing that Leonard was coming back again, this time, I handed her the divorce papers myself. As always, she set a date for our next remarriage. But what she didn't know… was that I was leaving for good this time.

Half a year into my death, my wife, Serena Beckett, wants me to donate my kidney to William Clark, her heavily ill first love. Serena smashes my tombstone like a madwoman in the graveyard. Then, she kicks the tokens aside. "He's dead? What sort of sick joke is this? Jason Shaw is a coward! He definitely doesn't have the guts to die! "I think he just doesn't want to save William's life! To think that he actually roped you guys into putting up this act just to pretend that he's actually dead!" Serena is furious, to say the least. The graveyard's staff members are so frightened that they dare not speak up at all. A newly-recruited staff member finally muster the courage to say something. "Ma'am, Mr. Shaw really is dead. Apparently, he died in the donation surgery that had taken place half a year ago… He—" "Shut up!" Serena slaps him while cutting him off. "You really think I'll believe that bullshit? Tell him that if he doesn't show his face in three days, his little sister can forget about getting off the surgical table alive! I mean what I said!" With a dark expression, Serena turns on her heel and leaves angrily afterward. But the staff member looks toward another tombstone not far away. Then, he lets out a heavy sigh. "It's a shame that his sister has already died due to her illness taking a turn for the worse."

When I woke up that morning and happened to glance at the mirror, a scream tore from my throat before I could stop it. Because on the face I had always taken such pride in, there was now a jagged, horrifying scar. As terror gripped me, a cool, detached female voice cut through the air beside me. "What are you shrieking about so early in the morning? Scared by your own ugly face?" I looked up in shock and realized the voice belonged to my girlfriend, Alicia. Only—she wasn't the same girl from yesterday. Gone was the youthful innocence I remembered. In its place, every movement, every glance radiated the allure of a mature woman. The words slipped out before I could hold them back. "Babe… you're gorgeous…" But Alicia's brows knit together, her gaze colder than ice. "Kurt, drop the act!" Act? I was at a loss. Why would she accuse me of pretending? "Don't call me the way you used to five years ago. It's disgusting." Five years ago? But… I'm still twenty-three… am I not?

(Area 21++) Setelah dikhianati sang istri, Rangga berencana untuk membalas perbuatan itu. Namun, siapa sangka jika rencana Rangga justru direstui semesta, hingga mampu membuat istri, anak, dan menantu Rahul, pria yang berselingkuh dengan istrinya, tunduk di bawah dekapan Rangga?!etelah dikhianati sang istri, Rangga berencana untuk membalas perbuatan itu. Namun, siapa sangka jika rencana Rangga justru direstui semesta, hingga mampu membuat istri, anak, dan menantu Rahul, pria yang berselingkuh dengan istrinya, tunduk di bawah dekapan Rangga?!

Aku dimaki dan diperlakukan tidak manusiawi di rumah Om ku sendiri oleh Tante Dewi, hingga aku memutuskan untuk mencari kos-kosan dan tinggal di sana demi melanjutkan pendidikanku di kota itu. Untuk menutupi kekurangan kebutuhan sehari-hari, aku rela menjadi kuli angkat di pasar sepulang dari sekolah. Meskipun hidup pas-pasan namun aku lebih nyaman ketimbang harus tinggal di rumah Om Ramlan, namun masalah kembali datang ketika aku terjebak oleh birahi liar Bu Dola Guruku sendiri hingga membuat aku ketagihan untuk selalu melakukannya setiap kali Bu Dola mengajakku berhubungan badan. Masalah semakin runyam ketika hadir rasa nyaman di antara kami, hingga tumbuh benih-benih cinta. Akankah hubungan gelapku dengan Bu Dola terus berlanjut? Atau aku hanya sebatas pelampiasan nafsunya saja karena Bu Dola diketahui telah bersuami?

Arya (25), pemuda rupawan dari Kota Gudeg, Jogja, memutuskan merantau ke Jakarta. Keputusan ini didorong oleh patah hati mendalam setelah kekasihnya, Sita, dinikahkan dengan pria lain karena Arya belum memiliki cukup uang untuk melamarnya. Bertekad memperbaiki ekonomi keluarga dan mewujudkan mimpinya kuliah, Arya mencari pekerjaan di ibu kota. Lewat sebuah iklan di Instagram, Arya mendatangi rumah mewah Ibu Sonya (35), seorang bos perusahaan pengiriman barang ternama. Arya diterima sebagai sopir pribadinya. Sonya adalah wanita lajang yang sangat cantik dan kaya raya, namun di balik kesuksesannya, ia dikenal sangat galak dan keras kepala. Bekerja untuk majikan yang masih single ini, Arya mulai menemukan pengalaman baru, termasuk menghadapi pasang surut emosi sang bos. Kehidupan Sonya tak luput dari intrik. Adik perempuannya, Jessy, mati-matian mencarikan jodoh bagi kakaknya, tetapi selalu gagal karena sifat Sonya yang terkenal. Di kantor, dua anak buah Sonya, yaitu Cindy, sekretaris cantik nan agresif, dan Jaka, manajer keuangan yang terobsesi, menambah kompleksitas suasana. Jaka menyimpan ambisi gelap: ia ingin menikahi Sonya sekaligus menguasai perusahaannya, bahkan siap melakukan segala cara untuk mencapai tujuannya itu. Bisakah Arya bertahan di tengah intrik dan lika-liku kehidupan Ibu Kota? Mampukah ia meluluhkan hati majikan galaknya yang ternyata masih sendiri?

My wife, who had always despised lugging around keys, ditched our modern smart lock for a clunky old-school key version. She even bolted it shut during showers. Every time I returned from work, I'd have to ring her up first. Fed up, I slapped the divorce agreement on the table during a family get-together. Everyone assumed I was drunk and joking. My wife hauled off and cracked me across the face. "Am I asking too much? You promised you'd indulge me forever." I met her glare with icy indifference and let out a bitter scoff. "Aren't I divorcing you and never returning the ultimate indulgence?"

My younger brother had stage four kidney cancer. Our parents demanded that I donate a kidney to save him. I told them I only had one kidney left. The transplant would kill me. Instead of listening to me, they forcibly strapped me to the operating table. “It’s just one kidney! Stop being so selfish!” they yelled. They did not care that I was telling the truth. Years ago, I had given my other kidney to save my father after his car crash.

On my birthday, Heather Pond’s lover posted a sonogram on his social media account and captioned it, [We’re going to be parents!] I commented, [Congratulations. You can have the baby cot from my place.] The next second, Heather called me to give me a warning. “Brandon Smith is dying. I’ll come back to you once I give birth to his child. Please don’t trigger him any further!” I remained calm and collected when I served her the divorce papers. Then, I packed my bags and went on a vacation in Europe.

The day before our wedding, I received an expensive suit from my wife. Not long after, her young lover called me, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry. It was my fault. My bad for mixing up your size. Please… please don't blame Sylvie." On the other end, I could hear Sylvie soothing him gently, patiently, until he calmed down. I stared at the plane ticket in my hand—a one-way trip out of the country—and calmly asked her for a divorce. Then, as if I no longer mattered, she left me with a single, cold sentence. "Just don't regret it."