Why Do We Feel Nostalgia

The night before our wedding, Desmond Arlington got jumped out of nowhere. By the time I made it to the hospital, he stared at me like I was a total stranger. Doctor said it was memory loss—some brain rattle from the hit. Temporary, supposedly. So I went full nostalgia tour, dragging him back to all our spots, hoping something would click. Then one day at the hospital, I caught him running his mouth with his buddy. "Rhea's trying so hard. Doesn't that do anything for you?" "Do what? I'm over it. Same spots, same girl. The new ones are way more fun." "So why marry her? Just call it off and live your life." He snapped, "Shut up. I LOVE Rhea. I'd never bail on the wedding. I'm just... pushing it back a bit." I looked down at the test results—zero issues. Everything normal. And that's when it hit me: you can't help a faker.

My in-laws go on a jungle trip and are stung by venomous bees. An exorbitant sum is needed for their surgeries, so I hurriedly call my husband for help. However, as soon as the call connects, he berates me. "They can die if you don't have money to treat them! Why waste the money? Your family isn't mine—what does it have to do with me if they die? Also, Chloe has no money for food. I'm transferring what we have to buy her a meal." He hangs up abruptly and transfers whatever money I have. Meanwhile, his parents die because we didn't pay to save them.

After my husband cheats, my relatives advise me to be tolerant and forgiving. Why? Because my husband's mistress is pregnant, and I'm infertile. Even his parents hurry to our house in the middle of the night to say, "Don't worry—we won't let that woman step foot in this house. Once she gives birth, the child will be yours." Is that so? I sneer as I look at a medical report. Perhaps the child will have something to do with me, but it definitely won't have anything to do with my husband.

On the day of Zephyr’s art exhibition, I saw people stand around a portrait of myself. My cheeks were flushed, and I was bare. My posture was the one we used in bed last week for fun. Zephyr even got the mole on my chest right. As people stared at me mockingly, I demanded, “Why did you do this to me?” He was unbothered. “It’s not as if I asked you to sleep with someone else.” But he did let people see how I looked when I was having an intimate moment with my own boyfriend! “It’s just a painting. Why are you being so petty?” I was stunned by the mockery in Zephyr’s gaze. Then, I called my assistant. “I’m attending the international art festival as the organizer.”

In the third year of our marriage, my husband's first love got a divorce. He gave her the forty-five thousand dollars we had saved for a house because she was left with nothing and struggling to make ends meet. I urged him to ask for the money back, but he pointed at my face and angrily shouted, "You used to be so gentle and virtuous—what happened? Why are you so selfish, so shallow now?" "Is forty-five thousand dollars really worth you making a fuss over?" "Chloe is starting over with nothing, raising a child on her own. Don't you feel any sympathy for her?" Fine. He was noble, he was merciful. I did not argue further, because the one who needed money for cancer treatment was him, not me.

Pernikahan Paksa yang terjadi antara Alira Maulidina bersama dengan Satria Abraham, di saat keduanya masih memiliki kekasih. Hingga membuat keduanya hanyut didalam pernikahan palsu. Penuh dengan kepura puraan demi untuk bisa menjaga hati orang tua keduanya, dan menjadikan sakralnya pernikahan menjadi sebuah permainan di atas sebuah penjanjian. Sebelum akhirnya Satria yang patah hati, akibat video syur kekasihnya yang tersebar di media sosial, menciptakan luka di hatinya yang begitu menganga, juga menciptakan celah di hatinya untuk bisa mencintai istrinya. Hingga membuatnya harus berjuang, demi untuk bisa mengambil hati istrinya yang masih menjalin hubungan dengan Adam, membuatnya harus mengingkari surat perjanjian yang telah dibuatnya sendiri, mengenai perceraian yang akan di lakukan setelah satu tahun pernikahan.

I check on family businesses in the countryside with my girlfriend, Mildred McClure, in tow. At noon, we stop by my uncle, Barron Cortez's, place for a simple lunch. Just as we are getting ready to leave, his new wife, whom he married just six months ago, Hilda Ross, rushes out and demands that we settle the bill. "Elden, you two just had the Supreme Farmhouse Set Meal, which is 1,888.80 dollars, and your girlfriend picked three organic, pesticide-free tomatoes in the garden. That's 199.80 dollars. "With an 80% service charge, your total comes to 3,800 dollars." Mildred is stunned. "Elden, do we have to pay to eat at your uncle's place?" I start to feel embarrassed, and my expression darkens as I look at Hilda, my supposed aunt, who's barely any older than me. "I've grown up eating at my uncle's place and never paid a single penny. Besides, your prices are downright outrageous!" Hilda calmly whips out a price menu and righteously declares, "That's all ancient history. Now, we're running a farmhouse business where all prices are clearly marked, so everyone pays the same rate. "Barron said you're some big boss in the city. Surely you're not going to stiff us over a little bill, are you?" She steps in front of the gate to block the exit with her body and shoots me a contemptuous look. "Even family settles their accounts. If you don't pay up today, don't even dream about stepping through this door!" While Mildred panics, I laugh in disbelief before taking out my phone and dialing Barron's number. "Uncle Barron, Hilda wants to settle accounts between family, so don't you think it's time we settled our accounts too?"

Annastasya, a simple girl-- no scratch that, she's not just a simple girl because she's a witch. Yes, the one who uses witchcrafts, spells and some unknown, undescribable things that no person on earth can explain. Living her life as a normal college student - secretly from her family. She's doing fine and nothing bothers her, except for selling her fishes in the market to sustain her financial needs in school. Everything's fine and doing alright in her daily routine not until that one night. Just one unfortunate night that change her life.

Synopsis Betrayed. Rejected. Reborn. Before her partner rejected her for a crime she didn't commit, Selene Nightfang was the ideal Luna. She should have died after being marked for death by the Elders and abandoned to perish in the Silverwood Forest. She was reborn instead. She now rises from the ashes as Selene Blackthorn, more powerful, more lethal and more prepared to exact revenge. However she is surprised to learn a more sinister truth. The only person who can stop the Elders from feeding an ancient evil is her. . . With war on the horizon and a former lover and mate looking for atonement will she take back her fate or succumb to the darkness?

Sean Abelard. Seorang CEO yang gemar berganti wanita cantik. Bersumpah pada diri sendiri tidak akan menikah dan selamanya menikmati tubuh gadis muda nan jelita. Hingga suatu hari, wanita berkuncir kuda dengan make up sederhana hadir dan selalu bersama Sean Abelard setiap hari. Dia adalah Sandra Adira. Lalu, kenapa imajinasi terliar dari hasrat terpanas seorang Sean Abelard justru menginginkan wanita itu? Terobsesi untuk menaklukan dan mencicipinya di atas ranjang! Padahal, Sandra Adira sudah memiliki cincin pertunangan di jari manisnya. Hanya dalam waktu enam bulan ke depan, ia akan menjadi istri orang. Sebuah Gairah Terlarang sang CEO yang entah berakhir dengan senyuman atau ... kesedihan. Apa yang harus Sean Abelard korbankan demi hasratnya kepada Sandra Adira? Apa yang akan Sandra Adira lakukan ketika mengetahui bahwa ia sudah berada di dalam cengkeraman Sean dan tidak ada jalan keluar? Apakah hati satu sama lain akan berubah menjadi cinta suci? Ataukah ... cinta memang tidak harus memiliki?