Sung Jin-woo Death

I accidentally stumbled upon numerous explicit videos on my husband's computer while tidying up his desk. The videos showed him in bed with my unmarried best friend. The relationship between my husband and me had been platonic ever since I gave birth 40 years ago. His reason was that he was no longer capable of physical intimacy. Now, it felt like my entire life had been a sham, despite all my efforts for my family.

After my natural delivery, I was diagnosed with pelvic relaxation that left me with almost no muscle tone down there. My husband, whose size was completely mismatched with my condition, refused to sleep with me anymore. When my father-in-law found out, he cornered me in the bathroom with a dark, knowing look. He confessed to suffering from acromegaly and suggested we might be a perfect physical match.

Everything changed on my twelfth birthday. The brakes failed, the tragic crash, and the death of our parents. My brother blamed it all on me. He ruled as the mafia boss, yet all he showed me was hatred. The only love he had left was for our younger sister. He never believed how sick I became. He accused me of faking my sickness to get attention. He would turn to our sister with a gentleness I never received, he promised to save her, and he promised she would never die on his watch. My heart ended up beating inside her chest even after I died. He finally saw what was left of my damaged body after I was gone. The truth my brother never bothered to face would shatter his world.

On the third day after my death, my body was sent to the police station in different packages. Jonathan Walsh, my husband, and Frank Stone, my junior at work, saw my corpse and frowned. “If only Elena were here, she would have been able to find some clues.” Frank sighed as he stared at my horribly mangled remains. “Don’t mention her. She’s not even worthy of being a forensic scientist!” I stared at my husband with a conflicted look. He analyzed each part of my body and deduced the manner of my death with familiar ease. “The murderer is a monster…” Frank’s face turned pale, and he sighed again. Jonathan calmly used all that I had taught him and perfectly pieced out the entire process of my death based on the clues from my dismembered body. I could not help but feel proud. Unfortunately, he was still a little off the mark. He did not manage to figure out that this body belonged to me, his wife.

My husband, a surgeon, committed a fatal error during surgery. In despair at the loss of his patient's life, he chose the ultimate escape via sleeping pills on the very same night. By the time I reached his side, his ice-cold body was already being carted into the morgue. His death set the beginning of my tragedy. The patient's family, consumed by grief and rage, turned their wrath on me. Their cruel vengeance eventually took my life. As my spirit left me, I came to witness a shocking revelation. My supposedly dead husband was, in truth, alive and well! While I suffered, he enjoyed a life of luxury with his mistress and his new family. He had it all—sleek fancy cars, a stately mansion, and a mountain of wealth. The discovery burned me with rage. So furious I was, I couldn't rest in peace. When I opened my eyes again, I awoke not in the afterlife, but on the day my husband faked his death. I had returned…

One week after my death, my husband, Christopher Ford, was making love on our bed with his one true love. His face showed pure satisfaction. "Finally, I don’t have to deal with that bar hostess anymore." Later, he held my belongings, weeping with regret. "Phoebe, why haven’t you come back?" It seemed he had forgotten that he had already pushed me to my death that night. I was forced to donate my bone marrow to his one true love, and I died, along with our unborn child.

Bertahun-tahun yang lalu di daratan utama pernah terjadi perang antara tiga kerajaan besar, Ambarata, Arnata dan Prabangkara. Akibat perang besar tersebut, Kerajaan Arnata diluluhlantahkan hingga tidak tercatat lagi di dalam sejarah manusia. Sedangkan kedua kerajaan lainnya Ambarata dan Prabangkara masih terus berperang untuk memperebutkan daerah kekuasaan. Dalam kondisi penuh dengan kekacauan. Kedua saudara seperguruan Jatiraga dan Aditara yang merupakan anggota dari pasukan khusus Kerajaan Prabangkara bernama Pasukan Satyawira mendapatkan tugas untuk menjaga Kota Kithara yang merupakan kota strategis bagi Kerajaan Prabangkara, karena berbatasan langsung dengan Kerajaan Ambarata. Saat melaksanakan misi, Aditara mencoba menantang bertarung salah satu senopati terkuat dari Kerajaan Ambarata. Dalam pertarungan yang tak seimbang itu, Aditara terkena serangan mematikan, sehingga membuatnya terluka parah. Meskipun pada akhirnya Jatiraga dengan menggunakan Pusaka Besta Panca Jiwa dapat mengalahkan senopati tersebut. Namun luka dalam yang dialami Aditara membuatnya dalam kondisi kritis. Disaat yang sama, Kerajaan Ambarata menyerang Kota Kithara secara tiba-tiba, menyebabkan banyak Pasukan Satyawira gugur demi melindungi kota. Kalah jumlah pasukan dan demi menghalau serangan pasukan Kerajaan Ambarata, membuat Jatiraga bermaksud menggunakan jurus terlarang Bala Arka, Jurus yang dapat merenggut nyawanya. Akankah jurus terlarang Bala Arka dapat membantu Jatiraga menghadapi serangan pasukan Kerajaan Ambarata lalu bagaimana dengan keadaan dari Aditara, apakah ini akhir dari mereka berdua?

"Mm… Slow down, honey... You'll wake Julie..." Chasing a thrill, my best friend, Natalie Turner, and her husband, Scott Turner, were actually making love right in front of me. Their hushed, breathy sounds filled the room, intimate and unmistakable. My face burned the entire time, heat rushing straight to my ears. I barely dared to breathe as I froze in place, waiting until Natalie finally drifted into unconscious sleep. And then, the very next second, Scott climbed onto me.

It's my third day of being a ghost, and I feel like I'm going to starve to death again. The underworld messenger takes pity on me because I'm a child and secretly tells me that people like me, who suffered grievances and died with resentment, have to stay by the sides of the people who loved us most in life. Then, we survive on their "guilt". I lower my head and narrow my eyes. I choke up and say, "You might as well just leave me to starve." My mother hated me to the core. Why would she ever be guilty over my death?

I’m just a farmer’s wife, yet I’ve been suffering from an unbearable addiction. The frequent flare-ups have thrown our entire autumn harvest into chaos. With no other choice, I followed my husband, Tom Reed, to seek help from the new young town doctor, Dr. Cole Carter, but his method of treatment completely broke me…