Ucapan Anniversary 1 Tahun

On my birthday, Connor Simpson's first love jumped off a building due to depression. She died on the spot. Connor blamed everything on me. I never celebrated my birthday again after she died. After the murderer electrocuted me for more than ten hours, they forced me to call Connor. "Connor, it's my 25th birthday today. Can you come over and spend time with me?" However, Connor did not notice anything unusual. His voice was laced with venomous iciness. "Clarisse Winter, Audrey wouldn't have died if it weren't for you. How dare you ask me to celebrate your birthday? If only you were the one who died." I heard him coaxing a woman on the other end just before he hung up on me. That low and gentle tone was what I loved to hear the most in the past. That night, the murderer cut my body into countless pieces, packed them in bags, and threw them in front of the police station. Connor was summoned back overnight. He spent two days and two nights piecing together the body parts, but he did not realize that the dead person was the wife that he hated the most.

Tepat di hari ulang tahun pernikahannya yang ke lima, Nawa Angelika, mendapatkan hadiah yang paling tidak ia harapkan dari Ibu Mertuanya, yaitu seorang Madu. Hal ini terjadi karena Nawa belum bisa memberikan keturunan pada suaminya, Sakti. Apakah Nawa tetap akan mempertahankan rumah tangganya bersama Sakti? Ataukah nanti ia menemukan cinta lain yang akan menyelamatkan hidup dan masa depannya?

Ming Fei dulunya adalah manusia biasa yang hidup di Bumi. Namun, takdirnya berubah drastis ketika ia tewas akibat peluru nyasar. Alih-alih terlahir kembali seperti kebanyakan kisah reinkarnasi, jiwanya justru menjadi jiwa pengembara, eksistensi tanpa tubuh yang terombang-ambing di dunia kultivasi selama 10,000 tahun. Hingga kesempatan akhirnya datang ketika ia menemukan seorang pemuda yang terluka parah dan berada di ambang kematian. Dengan kata-kata penghasut, Ming Fei membujuk pemuda itu agar menyerahkan tubuhnya secara sukarela. Dan kini takdir barunya perlahan terukir kembali. Dunia kultivasi akan segera mengenal namanya. Lanjut baca biar gak penasaran!!

I died beneath the Ferris wheel. The killer took a photo of the Ferris wheel and sent it to my mother. 'Mom, I want to ride the Ferris wheel with you too,' wrote the killer. In my mother's voice message, her tone was filled with hatred as she replied, "How dare you ask to ride the Ferris wheel with me when you killed your own sister? Why won't you just die?!" As she wished, I was dead. However, what she didn't know was that the one who killed me was my so-called dead sister.

Nenekku yang berusia 70 tahun menjual bacang untuk mengumpulkan uang agar bisa membelikan aku tas sekolah. Tetapi, dia dihentikan oleh seorang wartawan cantik di pinggir jalan. Nenek yang baik hati itu berniat memberikan bacang kepadanya, tetapi keesokan harinya nenek itu menjadi viral di media sosial: "Seorang nenek berusia tujuh puluhan menjual bacang beracun di jalanan dan mencoba menyuap wartawan yang membela keadilan."

Feng Bingwen adalah seorang pangeran yang dulu sering disebut sebagai jenius bela diri. Tapi sebuah kudeta yang dilakukan sang paman, membuat dirinya kini dirundung. Ia bahkan hampir mati di jurang jika tidak ditolong Kakek Guozhi, seorang guru misterius, yang mendadak mengajarinya ilmu tradisional dalam 5 elemen. Bagaimana nasib Feng Bingwen? Berhasilkah ia menguasainya dan mengembalikan kerajaan, serta statusnya?

Seraphine Hale, a genius musician, announces her return to the country. When a reporter asks whether she's back for her first love, she smiles icily. "Are you talking about that trash? It wouldn't be any of my business even if he were to drop dead tomorrow." What she doesn't know is that I've already been dead for close to a decade.

Lima tahun setelah kematianku, ibuku menerima telepon dari polisi yang mengatakan bahwa ada kabar tentang diriku. Ibu bergegas pulang ke kampung halamannya bersama adik laki-lakiku. Setibanya di sana, dia langsung mendobrak pintu rumah nenek. "Mana Stella? Jago juga anak sialan itu bersembunyi. Cepat ambil kornea matanya buat adiknya." "Stella sudah meninggal," ucap Nenek terbata-bata sambil menangis. Ibu malah mencibir, "Bohong, polisi sudah meneleponku dan mengatakan kalau sudah ada kabar tentang dia." "Dasar nenek tua sialan! Kalau kamu nggak menyerahkannya sekarang, keluar sana dari rumah ini." Melihat sikap ibu, nenek menangis dan mengeluarkan fotoku dengan gemetar. "Stella, kamu nyesel tolongin adikmu?"

On our fifth anniversary, my fiance, Caleb Alton, mixed up gifts meant for me and someone else. When he pulled out a set of lingerie, he looked flustered and explained that the store had sent the wrong item. The next day, I saw a video posted on social media by his junior colleague, Mia Lawson. The caption read, “He said that old lady of his is out of shape, but I look the sexiest in this.” In the video, she was wearing the same lingerie and lounging seductively in Caleb’s arms. I glanced at the engagement ring identical to the one Caleb wore and decided to call my boss. “Hello, Mr. Farrington. I’ve made up my mind. I can start at the branch office next week.”

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.