The Particular Sadness Of Lemon Cake

Setelah kekasih masa kecil tunanganku tahu aku memiliki penyakit jantung bawaan, dia dengan sengaja mencampurkan minuman energi konsentrasi tinggi ke dalam sampanyeku. Setelah aku meminumnya, detak jantungku tiba-tiba meningkat, rasa sakit di jantung menerpaku. Aku dengan panik merobek satu-satunya obat darurat yang aku bawa, namun air untuk aku minum obat telah diganti dengan air lemon berkonsentrasi tinggi. Setelah aku meminumnya, seketika wajahku menjadi pucat pasi, akhirnya tidak tahan dan terjatuh ke lantai. “Air lemon mengandung Vitamin C, lebih membantu mengatasi mabuk dan menjaga kesehatan.” Charlotte tertawa terbahak-bahak, dia menyilangkan tangannya sambil menatap ke arah tunanganku, bos Geng Rock Roller. “Ethan, akting tunanganmu yang seorang aktris ini benar-benar hebat.” “Selama bertahun-tahun aku menjadi dokter, tidak pernah lihat orang yang minum sedikit sampanye dan air lemon, malah bisa merasa tidak enak badan seperti ini.” Aku menggigit bibirku hingga hampir berdarah, menahan air mata yang muncul di mataku karena kesakitan dan menggenggam celana Ethan yang ada di depanku. “Sayang, cepat panggil ambulans, aku sudah tidak tahan!” Sedikit keraguan terlihat di mata Ethan, namun dengan cepat terhentikan oleh para tamu di sekitar. “Sudahlah, jangan akting lagi, mana ada orang yang mati karena minum sedikit sampanye dan air lemon.” “Ya benar, kamu hanya iri dengan Charlotte yang naik jabatan, tidak ingin bersulang untuknya, kan?” Seketika Ethan kembali ke ekspresi dinginnya, dia melangkah maju, langsung melepaskan tanganku yang menggenggam celananya. “Charlotte itu dokter, ada dia di sini, kamu tidak akan kenapa-napa di pesta.” Aku pun tidak memohon padanya lagi, langsung mengirim pesan darurat kepada ayahku.

Victor murmured 'Happy Birthday Misha' as he fed me a small piece of cake. Wait! Why was he sounding so husky all of a sudden? Stop it! As usual, I was imagining things. I shook my head as I sliced a piece of cake with cherry and tried to feed him. But the icing was soft, and the cake began to slip away from my fingers. Victor grabbed my hand...(Oh my! I will remember this day forever!)... Closed his mouth around the cake and my fingers! And a hot rush which started somewhere in my core began to spread inside with lightning speed and I felt my cheeks burn. His mouth was so warm and his lips, they were everything I imagined them to be, and more. My lips parted as I watched him close his eyes and lick my fingers. There was something so sensual and possessive about it that I began to wonder the same thing all over again. Does Mr Popular and youngest pilot from his academy, Victor Matthews finally got a clue that I have been secretly in love with him all these years?

When love is repaid with humiliation, pain turns into strength. Aruna came carrying medicine and a slice of birthday cake for the man she loved—Revan. But when she arrived at his house, what she found was not the warm smile she had longed for, but a sight that shattered her heart: Revan kneeling down, proposing to another woman in front of everyone. The medicine she had bought with her hard-earned money was thrown away. The cake she had made with love was crushed underfoot without mercy. And Aruna… was left behind without an explanation—only pain and a pride torn to pieces. On her way home, an accident took not only her strength but also the life of the unborn child she carried within her.

A particular class from a particular high school find themselves in an adventurous life threatening situation. They either call it quits and die or overcome thier difference to survive their unknown predicament. But one thing is certain, thier class rep and captain is determined to make sure everyone survives.

During a charity gala, my boyfriend bids on a pair of matching watches but gives one of them to his true love. The media excitedly capture the scene and ask, "You bought a million-dollar watch without even batting an eye, Mr. Loewe. You've been single all these years—is it time for you to make an official announcement on your relationship status?" Everyone off stage applauds him, and I join them. I give him my blessings for his so-called announcement. To make it up to me, he attends my birthday celebration. Yet he pushes me into the cake to make his true love happy. Unbeknownst to him, there's a steel rack in the cake to keep it steady. I end up bloodied and on the brink of death.

On our third wedding anniversary, I received a cake from my husband. It had the names Clarisse Burke and Antonio Carey written on it, along with Happy Third Anniversary. But I felt like I'd been plunged into ice. That wasn't my name. Clarisse was his secretary. Sure enough, I saw my cake in Clarisse Burke's latest post, labeled Iva Grant and Antonio Carey. [Three years, and someone's already treating me like his wife.] Below, there was a comment. [Delete that post! The cakes got mixed up. Don't let Iva find out.] That was when I realized he had planned every romantic surprise in pairs. Holding my phone, I laughed at his pathetic attempt to cover it up. But I was done. I started planning my exit.

On my 16th birthday, I treat myself to the most delicious cake I can find. On that day, before I can even take a bite, my parents, who are always at odds with each other, sign their divorce papers right in front of me. So, on my wedding day, I tell my wife, Keira Jarrett, "If you ever want a divorce, just get me a birthday cake." She hugs me tightly and promises me."Don't worry. 'Birthday' won't even be a word in our home anymore." Seven years later, on Keira's birthday, her assistant, Jackson Price, throws her a surprise party. She slaps him across his handsome, gentle face and kicks him out of Jarrett Group. That day, I am convinced I have chosen the right woman for life. But three months later, on my birthday, I find out the supposedly fired Jackson has been promoted to Keira's personal secretary. He personally delivers a custom-made birthday cake to me. I call Keira to demand an explanation, but her voice on the other end is cold and distant. "Jack meant well. Don't be a spoilsport." I freeze for a moment, then hang up. It turns out my parents are right all along. The only way a birthday cake tastes right is when it's served with divorce papers.

in a place that is full of war and sadness, a girl named Layla tries hard to get back to her love after they broke, hopefully, she could find him safe

Life seemed to have an affinity for handing Myla lemons: a messed-up sleep cycle, birth parents she never knew, jealous witches, and the torment of being bullied by the strongest Alpha in the Moon Stone pack. These challenges were all lemons. A string of unfortunate events leads her to live with the most powerful Alpha: a roguish Adonis who would stop at nothing to ensure she stays by his side, even if it means hunting her across New York City. Now, she is caught between two vicious alphas: her moon-chosen mate and the man who would spill blood to keep her safe. Life didn’t get the memo; this isn’t just a lemon—it’s a scented grenade.

He left, leaving me with a big hole in my chest. A strange feeling of loneliness and sadness that I never imagined I could feel. Is that what it feels like to be unloved? I didn't ask for this.