Vivi Post Timeskip

The hospital's latest intern, Lindsey Clark, is very pretty, but she's a total idiot as well. When my mom came to the hospital for a prescription, she swapped the vitamin C for potassium supplements, which were known to be very poisonous if misused. Mom, who was fresh out of surgery, suffered from heavy bleeding right after taking the medication. She died on the same night. Before I could hold Lindsey responsible for Mom's death, the latter quickly piped up with teary eyes, "I'm so sorry, Dr. Monroe! I just thought that potassium supplements can help your mother heal faster…" Even Michael Jones, my husband, who was the hospital director, took her side. "Your mom only had her idiocy to blame! She died because she took the wrong medication! How dare you drag Lindsey into this!" I was so furious that my cardiac arrest was triggered on the spot. Soon, I was sent into the operating room. Lindsey said she wanted to redeem herself by taking on the post as Michael's assistant in the surgery. But her hands kept trembling even when she tried to thread the suture needle. In the end, she took off her mask and picked up the suture with her teeth. Just like that, she used her saliva to wet the suture end. One day later, I died in the ICU due to a case of severe infection. When my spirit was about to fade away, I heard Lindsey crying sadly. "If it wasn't for my idiocy, Dr. Monroe wouldn't have died!" Michael just patted her dotingly on the head in return. "Having medical risks in a surgical operation is completely normal. You're still young, so stop blaming yourself already." Mom and I were cremated instantly, seeing as Michael intended to cover up our deaths. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Lindsey has just gotten recruited by the hospital.

“Aku... aku mengandung anak Albi, sudah tiga bulan.” Kalimat itu meluncur dari bibir Shera, menjelaskan hubungannya dengan Albi. Berharap gadis di depannya mungkin akan mengerti dengan kondisinya saat ini. Shera sangat mencintai Albi, tak pernah ada keraguan di dalam cintanya. “Lantas, apa urusannya denganku?” Gadis bergaun pengantin itu menatap sinis pada Shera. “Kau yang mengandung, kenapa aku harus tahu?” ucapnya enteng. Hal itu membuat Shera seperti ingin mati detik itu juga. Namun, hinaan itu tidak ada apa-apanya jika dibanding dengan apa yang harus dia pertahankan. Shera tidak keberatan menjatuhkan harga dirinya di depan gadis yang dia ketahui adalah calon istri dari kekasihnya. Shera menyatukan kedua tangan, bersimpuh di atas lututnya dan memohon di belas kasihan sang gadis. “Sebagai sesama perempuan, aku mohon... tolong batalkan pernikahan kalian, demi anak di dalam rahimku,” pinta Shera penuh permohonan. Rahang Vivi mengetat. Kedua tangan saling mencengkeram menunjukkan betapa tidak senang dia mendengar kabar kehamilan Shera. Matanya melotot penuh amarah, seperti akan keluar dari rongganya. “Siapa suruh kau tidur dengannya? Siapa suruh kau mengandung anaknya? Aku tidak peduli, dan jangan bermimpi aku akan membatalkan pernikahanku!” sahut Vivi. “Ayahku akan mati jika aku tidak menikah sekarang. Aku mohon... tolong kembalikan Albi padaku. Kami saling mencintai, kami sudah berjanji akan menikah begitu Albi lulus kepolisian,” isak Shera dalam keputusasaan. Tanpa perasaan gadis itu mengibas gaun pengantinnya dan berkata dengan tajam! “Gugurkan! Ayahmu tidak akan mati jika kau menggugurkan bayi itu!” Kenangan yang menyakitkan itu tidak bisa Shera lupakan. Setelah tujuh tahun berlalu, waktu mempertemukan lagi dirinya dengan Vivia dan Albi. Kesempatan itu Shera manfaatkan untuk membalaskan dendamnya yang sudah berkarat. Lantas, bagaimana kelanjutan kisah mereka? *** Selamat datang di novel ke 5 aku, semoga kakak semua suka. Silakan follow akun sosmed aku untuk mendapatkan info novel lainnya. IG butiran_debu.m dan FB ame mey/Butiran Debu. Terima kasih.

Le jour de notre anniversaire de mariage, la « muse » de mon mari a posté une échographie d’un fœtus sur Facebook, accompagnée d’un texte : « Merci à cet homme extraordinaire qui m’a soutenue pendant dix ans et m’a offert un fils. » J’ai failli m’évanouir en voyant ça, mais j’ai quand même laissé un commentaire : « Tu as eu un fils avec lui tandis que tu sais qu’il est marié ? » Quelques minutes plus tard, mon mari m’a appelée, furieux : « Tu vois le mal partout ! Je ne fais que lui prêter mon sperme pour une FIV. Elle voulait juste être maman célibataire. » Puis il a ajouté : « En plus, Réa est tombée enceinte du premier coup. Toi, tu as essayé trois fois et toujours rien. Ton ventre ne sert à rien ! » Trois jours avant, il m’avait dit qu’il partait à l’étranger pour affaires. Il ne répondait ni à mes appels ni à mes messages. Je pensais qu’il était occupé. Mais non. Il était avec elle pour son rendez-vous de suivi de grossesse. Une demi-heure plus tard, Réa a partagé une photo d’un festin. « Marre de la cuisine au Pays M. Et Luc a cuisiné pour moi, tout ce que j’aime ! » Je regardais les résultats de ma prise de sang confirmant ma grossesse, mes mains tremblantes, alors que ma joie se transformait en désespoir glacé. Huit ans d’amour fou. Six ans de compromis douloureux après le mariage. Cette fois, c’est fini. Je lâche tout.

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."