The Leaf Thief Read Aloud

I had always shared a perfect relationship with my mother-in-law, Betsy Dutton. We were the model pair of a wealthy family. She and my father-in-law, Rourke Dutton had been childhood sweethearts, their bond seemingly unbreakable. But one day, she told me something that changed my entire perception of them.  She clutched my hand and tears were streaming down her face. “Naomi,” she sobbed, “your father-in-law… he’s been keeping a mistress. They even have a child together! “For over ten years, I’ve been in the dark, made into a laughingstock!” My throat tightened, and I couldn’t hold back my own confession.  “Mom, actually… Julius is no better. He bought a whole apartment building for his mistress!” We wept in each other’s arms, our heartbreak spilling out in waves.  After what felt like an eternity, she sniffled and straightened herself. “Men are utterly unreliable creatures!” “I’m done with that old man, Naomi!” I gripped her hand tightly. “Mom, wherever you go, I’ll follow. I’m done with Julius, too!”

On my birthday, my husband of five years accompanied his childhood sweetheart to celebrate her dog's birthday. Avery Simpson published a loving post: [The happiest baby in the world. Mom and Dad will be with you. I hope you're always happy.] Seeing the words "Mom and Dad", I commented a question mark with confusion. The next moment, I found myself blocked. Charles Logan called me and lashed out at me. "Why do you always have to mess things up at the worse possible time? You're worse than a dog. How despicable!" Shortly after, Avery changed her profile picture to one of her and Charles, hands intertwined. When I saw the obvious provocation, I didn't get angry like before. That's because I had already made up my mind to get a divorce.

My husband and I have been legally married for five years. This is the tenth time he's canceled our wedding ceremony. This time? His student, Laura, is competing in her first international violin competition—and he 'needs' to be there. I still remember the last cancellation: an awards ceremony he had to attend with her. The time before that? She fell ill, and he stayed at her hospital bedside. The other times? I've lost count of the excuses, but it doesn't matter. The reason is always Laura. Her needs always outweighed my wedding. My marriage. My life. Fine. If he wanted to stand by Laura so badly, he could stay there forever. This hollow, five-year farce of a marriage? It's over.

My fiancee was diagnosed with cancer and needed a liver transplant. When I found out I'm a match, I agreed to undergo the surgery without a second thought. They removed two-thirds of my liver. The pain is excruciating, but the moment I wake up, I force myself to check on her. Outside her hospital room, I overhear her talking to a friend. "Trish, you're a genius! This revenge plan is brilliant!" her friend exclaims. Patricia Zeller laughs. "If I weren't trying to keep it low-key, I would've taken a kidney just for fun. It's all his fault that Warren messed up his college entrance exam and had to study abroad. Warren's coming back in a month. Once he does, I'm done with him for good."

Uri is a descendant of the vampire king. A human family raised him. When he was living happily with his family, an organization called Red Leaf found him and wanted to kill him. After escaping death, Uri learned about a community of people like him; they were hunted by the Red Leaf organization and driven to the brink of destruction. So what is the Red Leaf organization? What does Uri do to find a way to survive?

"They were entwined with each other, luxuriating in the throes of passion, the man's robust body..." I was hiding in my office, secretly penning the next development in my story, when a voice from behind me began to read my words aloud, one by one. It was the new intern, a young man. I trembled, pleading with him, "Please, don't tell anyone." He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his hands bracing the edge of the desk, trapping me between his arms. "So, this is what you like?" His throat bobbed, and a smile played on his lips, "Then, why don't we... try it out, just the two of us...

Jacob Alfred, seorang pemuda berusia 30 tahun, belum pernah menghabiskan malam minggu bareng makhluk bernama perempuan. Kesehariannya hanya dihabiskan bersama sahabatnya, si Willy kribo. Sedangkan, emak Alf di kampung, sudah ngebet banget pengen punya calon mantu dari Alf. Hingga suatu saat, seorang wanita cantik dari masa SMA Alf dulu, datang dan mengajaknya malam mingguan bareng. Apakah ini salah satu tanda awal bahwa Alf sebentar lagi akan melepas masa lajangnya? Yuk, ikuti kisah Alf yang penuh kekonyolan dalam mencari cinta sejatinya?

Mendapatkan tawaran pekerjaan sebagai ART di saat ia butuh pekerjaan dan tempat tinggal, Lulu Namari tak menolak. Apalagi yang menawarkan pekerjaan adalah Daril Rayjesta—Bos dari laki-laki yang sudah mengkhianatinya. Salah paham pun terjadi ketika sepupu Daril, Kaivan menyebarkan rumor bahwa Daril dan Lulu adalah sepasang kekasih. Dari kesalahpahaman itu, Daril meminta Lulu untuk menjadi kekasih pura-pura, tetapi apa yang dikatakan Lulu membuat Daril tercengang. “Kita nggak harus pura-pura pacaran. Karena saya siap menjadi istri Pak Bos.” Akankah hubungan mereka akan berlanjut sampai jenjang pernikahan?

Bagaimana jika suamimu membawa wanita lain ke rumah? Victoria Anastasia William, selalu berpikir bahwa pernikahannya akan baik-baik saja, karena sang suami – Liam Harrison – seorang dokter yang dia tahu mencintai dirinya seperti dia mencintai Liam. 2 tahun pernikahan mereka, semua terlihat baik-baik saja. Namun, tak kunjung memiliki anak di 3 tahun pernikahan, membuat Liam mulai berubah. Liam sering membentak Victoria, bahkan menyalahkan Victoria yang tak mampu memberinya anak. Liam juga sering pulang terlambat, dengan alasan masih menangani banyak pasien. Hingga suatu hari, Liam tiba di rumah bersama seorang wanita muda bernama Annabele, yang diakui Liam sebagai wanita yang dicintainya.

I was five months pregnant when my husband, James Fletcher, allowed his mistress to invade our lives—on the very night of our wedding anniversary. But she didn’t just come to flaunt her presence. She came to take my life. Pregnant and vulnerable, I confronted her, desperately clinging to my dignity. But the fight ended with me tumbling down the staircase, my swollen belly crashing against the cold, hard ground. Blood seeped across the floor, vivid and unrelenting. James only arrived after hearing about his precious mistress’ ordeal. He stood there, staring at the pool of blood, at my broken body. But instead of helping me, he rushed to her side. She had nothing but a few superficial scratches, yet he swept her off to the hospital like she was the one dying. By the time he returned, my child was gone. The doctors barely managed to save me. And what did James do? He struck me in front of everyone, his words sharper than the sting of his hand. "Lisa only wanted to bring you a Christmas gift, and you attacked her out of nowhere! You shameless witch!" “She didn’t force her way in! What nonsense! I gave her the house key ages ago. You just can’t stand that she’s prettier and kinder than you!" “You didn’t just hurt her. You killed my child! You vile, despicable woman. Why couldn’t it have been you instead?” Lisa stood beside him, pretending to comfort him while flashing me a smug, victorious smirk. James’s vicious tirade didn’t stop there. He dragged my name onto the internet, painting me as a monster.