The Freedom Writers Diary

When Ayden Baldwin ignored me, who was stuck in an elevator, freaking out from claustrophobia, just so he could deliver cold medicine to his assistant, I filed for divorce. Ayden signed his name without hesitation and smiled at his friend. "She's just throwing a tantrum. Her parents are gone. I'm all that she's left. She won't leave me. "Besides, isn't there a thirty-day cooling-off period? If she regrets it, I'll be the bigger person and take her back." The next day, he posted a lovey-dovey pic with his assistant, captioned: "Capturing every shy moment of yours." Counting the days, I packed up my belongings and made a phone call. "Uncle, please book me a ticket to Burville."

For six years of marriage, Cyran Valehart and I lived with measured respect, as if we were partners holding the same scale in perfect balance. For the sake of my equestrian career, I refused to have children. He shouldered the gossip, endured the judgment, and stood beside me without hesitation. But when I rode into what should have been my final international competition, he went back home with his first love—her hand resting protectively over her swollen belly. "All these years, you chose the horses over me," he spat. "That damned competition meant more to you than our family ever did." His voice shook with righteous anger, but his next words cut far deeper. "Six years ago, I abandoned Celia once. Now she carries my child. I won't betray her again." In that instant, my marriage became nothing but a title. I was reduced to a wife in name only, a figurehead in his home, a shadow he no longer cared to see. During the very competition meant to crown my life's work, Cyran laced a sharp needle beneath my saddle, each stride of my horse a fresh stab of pain meant to break us both. I lost the match. My horse collapsed with a shattered leg. And in that fall, my dream and my marriage were crushed together—ruined by the very man who once swore to protect them. Later, he paid with everything he had, desperate to make amends. But no matter what he sacrificed, Cyran Valehart was already behind me, nothing more than a ghost I would never turn to face again.

My husband sponsored a poor female college student. While I was being dragged into an alley by a criminal, he was helping her pick out lingerie. While I was hospitalized with serious injuries, he used the money my mother left me to buy her a limited-edition handbag. I confronted him in a heated argument, but he accused me of being unreasonable. "I thought your injuries were so serious, but look—you didn’t even die! Besides, your money is my money. I’ll spend it however I want!"

Samantha "Sammy" Jacobs is a smart, witty, beautiful 22 year old struggling bartender in a small town in South Carolina, when a chance encounter one night brings about unfathomable wealth and opportunities to become the kind of humanitarian she could only dream of, but to get to that point she must encounter multiple hurdles along the way.

A story of a girl that full of secrets, regret and hatred. She hates his bestfriend so much after the tragedic happen to her. Because of this, her life became miserable. She had a lot of questions that want to answer it but how? Eh, wala nga siyang kumpiyansa sa sarili para ipakita ito. At isa pa, tanging sa diary lang niya siya nakakapagconfess. She wrote everything that came out to her mind. Everything she felt and she wanted to do. Katunayan, marami pang mga bagay ang gusto niyang gawin sa buhay pero dahil sa lagi niyang naaalala ang nangyari sa kaniya ka hindi niya ito magawa. However, She have this darkest secret that no one knows it. Pero papano? If someone knows her secret. Anong mangyayari sa kanila? Are they going to feel or should I say to experience the hell? Now, the exciting question is what if makita niya ulit ang mga taong nagpaghirap at sumira ng buhay niya at lalo na ang taong hindi niya akalain na pababagsakin siya. Would she take her revenge? Would she risk her life? Or in the end mananaig ba ang pagpapatawad.

Rahman melihat kamarnya masih terang. Dia tidak melihat Aisyah di kamarnya, hatinya langsung panik. Dia bergegas mencari Aisyah ke bawah. Menurut pengakuan Mbok Darsih, Aisyah tidur di kamar tamu. Pintu kamar yang tidak dikunci membuat Rahman dengan mudah masuk. Aisyah mengucapkan salam selesai salat tahajudnya. Dia langsung kaget melihat Rahman yang duduk di kasur. “Ngapain kamu ke sini?” Rahman masih diam sambil memandang wajah Aisyah yang tanpa niqam melihatkan bentuk hidung mancung Aisyah dan bibir mungilnya, sehingga membuat Rahman menelan salivanya. Melihat kecantikan Aisyah siapa yang tidak akan tertarik. Paras perempuan-perempuan penghibur di club malam, kalah dengan kecantikan Aisyah yang tanpa polesan make up. Aisyah menundukkan wajah, dia sadar mungkin Rahman muncul jiwa mesumnya. Dia ingat kelakuan Rahman saat di kantor waktu itu. Pasti, dia sedang membayangkan imajinasi liar terhadapnya. “Tolong, keluar dari sini.” Pinta Aisyah lembut supaya Rahman tidak tersinggung. “Ini rumahku, aku bebas mau melakukan apa saja.” “Tapi kita bukan muhrim tidak baik berduaan di kamar.” “Aku tidak masalah.” Aisyah merasa kesal. Ternyata Rahman sangat kerasa kepala. “Aku akan berteriak.” “Silakan saja.” Rahman seolah menantang Aisyah. Dia membentangkan tangannya dan tersenyum. Aisyah merasa terpojok, saat Rahman terus-terussan mendekatinya. Bahkan bunyi napas Rahman sangat terdengar jelas, pria ini seperti sedang meraih puncak. Aisyah lalu mendorong tubuh kekar Rahman dan berlari keluar.

Ranny sebagai anak tertua di rumah Ranny bertanggungjawab mengurus rumah selama ibunya sakit. Ranny harus dapat membagi waktu antara kuliah dan mengurus rumah. Corona virus mengubah semua cita-cita Ranny dan Juan. Hidup mereka harus bersahabat dengan penyakit mematikan yang bernama corona virus.

I was his wife. His obligation. His biggest mistake. For three years, I stayed silent, watching Liam love another woman while I wasted away beside him. But when he let our baby die without lifting a finger, everything inside me shattered. I walked away—but not to disappear. I walked into a new life. One where I’d find strength, answers… and someone who’d remind me what it feels like to be seen. But the past isn’t done with me. And neither is Liam. Because what ties us together runs deeper than we ever knew. And the man I’m beginning to fall for? He might be the one thing that unravels it all. A heartbreak billionaire romance about betrayal, identity, and a love buried in the ashes of the past.

Alexandrie Gilberta, seorang mahasiswa yang paling disegani oleh kalangan kaum Adam karena keparasan yang dimiliki oleh Lexa dengan body bak gitar spanyol, dan prestasi yang diraih selama menjalani kuliah di kampus dengan nilai yang selalu memnuhi standar c*m laude. Kehidupan yang selama dijalani dengan damai, mulai terusik dengan sosok pria tampan yang merupakan senior di salah satu organisasi yang ditekuni bersama.Richard Marcus Hosea, pria tampan sebagai senior di sebuah organisasi dengan paras wajah bak dewa yunani, dengan wajah datar dan dingin sekaligus banyak mengundang pesona para kaum hawa. kehidupan dengan segala tuntutan oleh orang tua untuk melanjutkan bisnis yang sudah dirintis oleh sang ayah.Bagaimana kisah cinta mereka?

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband, Damian Pyke, once again left me for his first love. He said, "Taking care of a child alone isn't easy for Waverly. You're both women—can't you show her some understanding?" Not only was I willing to understand Waverly Benson, but I was also ready to step aside entirely so they could raise her child together. So, I packed my bags and applied for an overseas architecture program through my workplace. However, he eventually regretted it, crying and begging me not to go.