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"Oh tidak! Aku benci anak-anak!!" Irina Fernandaliz, terus mengumpat ketika pertama kali menginjakan kakinya di panti asuhan. Irina sangat anti dengan anak-anak apalagi yang sudah menginjak usia 5 tahun, menurut Irina mereka sangat menyebalkan! Jika bukan karena suruhan ibunya yang menyuruhnya untuk mencari muka di depan publik demi menutupi skandalnya yang sudah menjadi headline, ia tidak akan sudi beramah tamah disini. Saat ia akan kembali pulang dari panti asuhan, tiba-tiba mobil yang dikendarai oleh supirnya oleng menembus pembatas jalan hingga hancur dan merenggut nyawa nya dan sang supir. Ketika detik terakhir nya saat ia benar-benar merasakan tubuhnya hancur dan sakit luar biasa, ia melihat sebuah cahaya menghampiri nya kemudian menariknya hingga ia benar-benar menutup mata. _______________________ Verona Van Helsing "Kau jahat Alexander! Aku baru saja melahirkan putra putri kita, aku baru saja kehilangan ayah ku dan sekarang? Kau menambah penderitaan lagi kepada ku dengan membawa perempuan ini Alexander? kau sungguh pria yang kejam!" Verona sudah tidak bisa bertahan lagi, ia sudah pasrah jika ia harus meregang nyawa dengan cara tenggelam. Namun ia berdoa di akhir hayatnya, ia meminta jika anak-anak nya dapat hidup dengan bahagia tanpa merasakan kurangnya kasih sayang. Verona menyesal atas apa yang telah ia perbuat kepada anak-anaknya. Bagaimanapun mereka tidak bersalah, mereka hanya korban dari keegoisan orang tua mereka.

After encountering problems at work, I lose myself in a virtual reality game. I randomly meet a male player in there and depend on my amorous interactions with him to escape reaity. We flirt with each other and have roleplay; he grunts and groans over the microphone. Everything changes when I accidentally reveal my true identity. The young man next door pins me underneath him and roams his hands over my body. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse. "You were great at flirting in the game, weren't you? Why can't you make those noises now?"

"Mom, Dad, I’ve decided to come home for the blind dates you mentioned. I’ll be back by the end of the month." In the early spring, with the lingering chill of winter in the air, Valerie Stonecutter pushed open the door while speaking softly into the phone. Her gentle voice drifted through the rain like a thread weaving through the mist. Pulling her collar tighter against the cold, she heard her parents breathe a sigh of relief on the other end. "Val," her father began, his voice heavy with age. “Your mom and I haven’t been in good health these past few years. So now that you’ve made up your mind, that’s good. When you’re back, I’ll have your Aunt Laura arrange a few suitable candidates for you to meet." Hearing that her parents were already making arrangements for her future, Valerie’s gaze flickered, her emotions momentarily unsettled. After a few more words of small talk, she ended the call. She glanced around her home with a heavy heart, her thoughts tangled in a quiet storm. Then she retreated to her bedroom and began to pack.

Autumn Dawson had only ever loved one man, Ivan Ashton, her husband. For twelve years, she devoted her life to him, only to have her heart shattered when he married her sister on their 11th anniversary. Shortly after, she met a mysterious death and was reincarnated three years before her demise. This time, she vowed things would be different. On their ninth anniversary, when Ivan brazenly introduced his mistress for the first time, Autumn refused to remain silent. No longer the mute dog wagging her tail at her husband's call, she stood up, her eyes blazing with fury. "I want a divorce," she declared, her voice resonating with newfound strength. The room fell silent, the shock evident on both Ivan's and her sister's faces. For the first time, Autumn wasn't backing down. She had had enough, and she was determined to seek revenge on every single person who had wronged her in her past life. But as she prepared to walk away, Ivan grabbed her arm, his eyes filled with desperation. "I want a second chance," he pleaded. Autumn's eyes narrowed, her resolve hardening. "Over my dead body," she spat, yanking her arm free. This time, Autumn Dawson wasn't just fighting for herself. She was ready to take down anyone who dared to stand in her way.

My parents have invited all of their relatives and friends to our villa for a nice gathering to celebrate their golden anniversary. Isabel Atkinson, my wife who works as a model, suddenly calls me on the phone and claims that she needs to attend an urgent meeting hosted by her client. Before it's my turn to give a speech on the stage, my assistant suddenly hands my phone over to me. "Mr. Marsh, you might want to take a look at this…" The screen shows a social media post made by Miles Horton, an intern designer at our company. "At this moment, she belongs to me and me only." In the photo, Isabel can be seen sitting in a dimly-lit room. A few plain-looking dishes decorate the table. Her hair is slightly messy, but she continues to smile at the elder next to her. A cold, mocking smile appears on my face. It turns out that her so-called emergency meeting is a family gathering with Miles. I leave a comment in the comments section. "The food looks pretty tasty. I'd like to visit you next time." Chaos erupts on the social media feed instantly. Isabel calls me immediately. "Why are you being such a phony? You'd better delete the comment right now!" I just chuckle coldly as I end the call. Then, I send her a copy of the divorce papers I've drafted. Since Miles' matters are clearly more important to her, then she can forget about coming home forever.

When the lights came on at the end of the graduation party, the spotlight suddenly shifted and froze on a young couple kissing passionately at the back of the auditorium. The young man held up a bouquet of roses and shouted to the crowd, “Sophie, be my girlfriend!” The moment the girl covered her face and nodded, the cheers in the hall nearly lifted the roof. Amid the thunderous applause, my hand trembled around my phone. The screen still showed the message he had sent half an hour earlier. Rowan: [Wait for me. I’ll come to you right away.] After the party, I took off the couple’s bracelet from my wrist and threw it into the gutter, along with four years of love.

She gave him three years. He gave everything to someone else. Matapos ang tatlong taon na walang saysay na kasal, pinili ni Aella Ramirez na tapusin ang pagiging asawa ni Theodore Larson—ang kilalang malamig at sikat na CEO ng multi-billion e-commerce business—sa kadahilanan palagi nitong inuuna ang first love nito kaysa sa pamilya nito. Iniiwan siya sa mga mahahalagang okasyon ng kanilang pamilya gaya ng libing ng lola nito, isinasantabi rin siya sa kanyang trabaho at kinalimutan ang kanilang wedding anniversary. Sa huli ay binato niya sa mukha nito ang annulment paper bago iniwan kasama ang anak nila. Sa halip na masaktan ay muli siyang bumangon. Ibinalik niya ang dating negosyo na di kalaunan ay kumita ng bilyon-bilyon at nagtagumapay rin siya sa iba't ibang larangan. Ngunit, ang lalaking tumalikod sa kanya ay biglang nagsisi at nagmamakaawa na bumalik siya. Handa ba siyang balikan ito, lalo na‘t dumating si Matthias Sullivan—ang makapangyarihan at mapang-akit na kasosyo niya na handa siyang ipaglaban? Sino ba ang pipiliin niya—ang nakaraan o ang lalaking kailanman ay ‘di siya bibitawan?

Our daughter, Luna Woods, developed a high fever. Her body was burning hot. I immediately dialed 911 for help. The dispatcher on the other end kept repeating his questions. He spoke slowly, as if deliberately stalling for time. By the time I finally heard the ambulance siren, Luna was already turning cold in my arms. In less than a year, my wife and I separated. We were consumed by endless grief and blamed for each other. Afterward, I merely existed for the sake of it. I was a hollow shell of a man. Then, one day, I received a wedding invitation from my ex-wife. The moment I played the audio invitation, a chill ran down my spine. The groom’s voice was identical to that of the slow, dawdling dispatcher from that year! I rushed out, utterly distraught, only to be hit by a roaring train. When I opened my eyes again, I heard Luna crying in the next room. Her forehead was burning hot. My wife hurriedly handed me the phone. “Quick, call 911! I’ll get a wet towel.” My hands trembled as I took the phone. When it was answered, I heard a familiar male voice through the receiver. “911, what’s your emergency?”

My suitcase, filled with precious and expensive birthday gifts, was mistakenly claimed by another person at the airport. When I opened the one left behind, I found it packed with men’s clothes instead of my belongings. Determined to retrieve what was rightfully mine, I went on a frantic search for the man who had taken my suitcase. When I finally confronted him and politely asked for an exchange, he responded with the gentlest of tones: “Oh, I opened it and realized I’d made a mistake—it’s all women’s items.” I breathed a sigh of relief, ready to thank him and express my gratitude. Then he added casually, “I couldn’t use any of those things, so I sorted them out and gave them to my girlfriend. You’re welcome.” My jaw dropped. I could barely muster a response as I muttered under my breath, “What the hell?”

Nathaniel Reid had always despised being bound by our engagement. To spite me, he recklessly raced cars and caused trouble, indulging in all sorts of reckless behavior. And every time, I cleaned up his mess. Then, a girl named Joanna Smith appeared in his life. On the night of my birthday banquet, he scoured the entire city for a simple breakfast wrap for her and never even bothered to show up. I had already prepared for this moment. That night, I approached my family and asked to change the engagement. "It didn’t have to be Nathaniel." I thought of the distant, composed man from my dreams—the one who had always hidden his quiet, unwavering love for me. A smile flickered across my lips as I said softly, "Didn’t he still have an uncle?"