The M Show

La fille adoptive que papa avait recueillie n'a été enfermée que quelques minutes dans le petit débarras par accident, mais il m'a attaché et m'a enfermé dans le débarras, en allant jusqu'à boucher les trous d'aération avec des serviettes. Il a dit : « Si tu n'apprends pas à prendre soin de ta sœur, alors tu vas goûter à la souffrance qu'elle a endurée. » Mais je souffrais déjà de claustrophobie, et alors ce petit espace sombre, je ne pouvais que retenir ma peur et le supplier. Mais en retour, j'ai reçu ses reproches impitoyables : « Cette leçon est là pour te faire réfléchir. » Quand le dernier espoir est disparu, je me suis débattu désespérément dans le noir. Une semaine plus tard, papa s'est enfin souvenu de moi et a décidé de mettre fin à cette punition : « J'espère que cette leçon te fera réfléchir. S'il y a une prochaine fois, tu seras mis à la porte. » Mais il ne savait pas que j'étais déjà mort dans le débarras, et que mon cadavre avait commencé à pourrir.

Trois ans de mariage, deux fausses couches. Le jour où Céleste Louveau a subi sa deuxième fausse couche, Fabien Yvignac accompagnait la femme de son frère qui était en train d'accoucher de jumeaux. Lorsqu'elle est sortie de l'hôpital, elle a enfin pris sa décision : elle a jeté une convention de divorce à la figure de Fabien. « On divorce. C'est pour ton bien. » « Divorcer ? Tu te crois vraiment capable d'une telle chose ? D'ailleurs, si tu veux me retenir, ce n'est pas la peine de faire l'hypocrite en prétendant que tu le fais pour mon bien ! » Céleste a souri sans mot dire, puis elle s'est retournée et est partie. Elle agissait vraiment pour son bien car, après tout, elle s'était trouvé de nouveaux solides soutiens. Même si Fabien régnait en maître sur Paris, il y avait désormais des figures auxquelles il ne pouvait pas se permettre de s'attaquer. Ayant tiré un trait sur son passé, Céleste a cessé de jouer la comédie. Au fur et à mesure que ses véritables identités étaient révélées l'une après l'autre, les membres de la famille Yvignac étaient totalement sidérés. S'agissait-il vraiment de Céleste, ce souffre-douleur sans famille ni appui qu'ils se plaisaient à brimer autrefois ? Le PDG d'une multinationale insistait : « Céleste, divorce. Je n'en peux plus de t'attendre. » Le magnat de la finance s'exclamait : « Divorce ! Sinon, je ruinerai les Yvignac jusqu'au dernier centime ! » L'avocat international affirmait : « Ton divorce ne sera qu'une simple formalité, Céleste. Si seulement tu daignais m'accorder un regard, je serais le plus heureux des hommes. » Fabien avait cru autrefois que Céleste ne le quitterait jamais. Mais au moment où il l'a vue devenir inaccessible pour lui, toute son arrogance s'est complètement brisée.

On the night of our wedding, my husband told me he wanted to have a child with his teacher’s daughter. When I confronted him, he turned it back on me. “Teacher is seriously ill, and her only wish is to see three generations under one roof. My junior and I are just doing IVF. It’s not like anything is actually happening between us!” “Besides, you were also her student. How could you refuse to help fulfill her last wish?” However, the next day, when I went to visit our teacher with a fruit basket, I saw my husband and his junior locked in an embrace at the corner of the hallway. The moment was like a bolt of lightning. I turned and walked away. The following day, my husband sent me a text: [I’m going with her for the IVF. Let’s postpone the family gathering for a few days.] I did not reply. Instead, I went back to my hometown alone, visiting each of my relatives to personally apologize. Then, I went to a lawyer. “I’d like to sue my husband for bigamy.”

I'm the heiress of an affluent family. The housekeeper's daughter secretly wears my gown prepared for my birthday party, and I'm about to teach her a lesson. Suddenly, I see real-time comments. "This female antagonist is just jealous that the female protagonist looks better in the gown than she does!" "It's fine. The male protagonists are going to show up soon!" "Let's hang on for a bit more. I'd like to see this antagonist continue being so snobby once her family goes bankrupt!" In the next second, my brother and fiancé show up. They shield the housekeeper's daughter in their arms. Sneering, I commanded the staff, "Strip all three of them."

To drown away her pain from a harsh breakup, Jayda went to a bar to get wasted. She met Sebastian Miller, The multimillionaire with the worst personality but incredibly sexy. She had a one night stand with him, creating a bond that binds them forever!

The day my husband left the country on a business trip with his assistant, I learned—by sheer accident—that his archenemy was plotting revenge overseas. Without a second thought, I raced to the airport and stopped him from boarding the plane. But his assistant went ahead, alone. And over there, she was killed brutally. Not a trace of her remains was ever found. When my husband received the news, he fell apart. Wracked with guilt, eaten alive by remorse, he spiraled into a relentless, violent mania. In the past three years, I'd been in and out of hospitals more times than I could count because of him. And this time, he pushed me so far—I lost our child. Then I overheard a conversation between him and his secretary. "Sir, Casey is still alive. Why keep pretending you're sick? Aren't you afraid your wife will find out and leave you?" "Leave me? What right does she have to be angry?" He laughed coldly. "If she hadn't stopped me from going abroad, Casey would've never been lured away by that bastard. Everything Linda's suffering now—she brought it on herself."

Indahnya pernikahan kini tinggal lah angan-angan semu bagi Mitha, ketika dia harus menerima kenyataan bahwa dirinya tengah berbadan dua. Mitha hamil hasil pemerkosaan yang dia alami di malam perayaan Bridal Shower pernikahannya, oleh lelaki yang tak dikenal. Demi menjaga nama baik keluarganya, Mitha terpaksa memendam semua ini sendirian. Dia terlalu takut jika kelak pernikahannya dengan Handaru batal kalau sampai aibnya terbongkar. Hingga malapetaka itu pun akhirnya datang menimpa Mitha, tepat di malam pertama pernikahannya dengan Handaru. Handaru yang marah setelah tahu wanita yang baru saja dia nikahi ternyata sedang mengandung anak orang lain, lantas memperlakukan Mitha layaknya benda mati yang tak memiliki rasa sakit. Akankah, seseorang datang menolong Mitha dari kebrutalan Handaru? Lalu, siapa sebenarnya lelaki yang sudah memperkosa Mitha? Simak kisah mereka dalam cerita ini.

"Are you sure you want to change your name, Ms. Anderson? You'll have to change your degree certificate, documentation, and passport once you do." Noelle Anderson nods. "I'm sure." The employee tries to talk her out of it. "It's quite troublesome for adults to change their names, and your current name sounds nice. Are you sure you don't want to think about it?" "No, I'm done thinking." She signs the form. "Sorry for the trouble and thanks." "Alright, then. The name you're changing to is… Aria Byrd, right?" "Yeah." Aria Byrd—it means a flight to freedom.

On the day we were supposed to get our marriage license, Michael Robertson ghosted. I sat outside the County Clerk's Office for hours. Instead of him, I got a pic from his secretary, Kallie Clunt. She was in his lap, arms wrapped around him, making out like it was the hottest scene in a drama. [Sorry, Elsa. Michael said he had to comfort my broken heart. You don't mind, do you?] When I asked him about it, he just looked annoyed. "She gave me blood once. What's the big deal if I hang out with her? Can't you be a little more understanding?" My stomach dropped. I turned away and called his older brother. "Leon, do you still want to marry me?"

Years after graduation, someone suddenly tags me in the class group chat. "Mr. Warren is gravely ill, Mira. Aren't you going to do anything? You really are heartless!" I only realize what's going on when I click on the fundraising link in the chat. Our high school homeroom teacher, Joseph Warren, has late-stage cancer. Thus, Lyra Fairfield, the class belle, is leading a fundraiser and patient-donor matching process. "I'll donate ten thousand dollars. My husband is the director of Waverly General Hospital, and I've already asked him to arrange a VIP ward for Mr. Warren." Right after I send that message, the group pounces on me. "Mira, you contracted an STD back then and tried to pin it on Lyra. She didn't even hold it against you, and now you're trying to steal her thunder? You're unbelievable!" "I can't believe you're still lying through your teeth during such a serious situation. You never change, do you?" Lyra immediately defuses the tension. "Mira, I don't blame you for what happened in the past, but you really shouldn't impersonate the director's wife. I've already arranged the ward and surgery, and I'm donating another 100 thousand dollars to Mr. Warren!" I'm this close to laughing out of sheer anger. She's the one who scratched her name off the diagnosis report and framed me for having an STD all those years ago. I never even confronted her about it, and now she's playing the victim? Lyra soon posts a photo in the group chat, showing off her husband's car. Yet, when I see the man in the passenger seat, I guffaw. Isn't that my husband's driver? When did he start running a hospital?