Foto Karma Akabane

Josua memakai pakaian pengiring pria datang bergandengan tangan dengan Hani di pesta pernikahan, sementara jas pengantin pria ditelantarkan ke sofa. "Josua, hari ini 'kan hari pernikahan ki ..." "Neti!" Josua memotong pembicaraanku dan tatapannya penuh dengan peringatan. "Aku rasa kau tahu apa saja yang boleh dibicarakan. Berlapang dadalah. Jangan sampai aku membencimu." Aku tersenyum pahit. Oleh karena cinta pertama Josua hilang ingatan, semua orang bermain permainan mencari ingatan. Jadi, kami tidak diperbolehkan untuk merangsangnya. Demi menghiburku, Josua berjalan ke depan dan memelukku, lalu berbisik, "Neti, kau bisa memahamiku, 'kan?" Aku menunduk setuju, lalu berpaling menikah dengan pengiring pria sesungguhnya. Kemudian, saat aku hamil dan berbelanja di mal, Josua malah menghentikanku dan menangis, "Neti, bukankah kita sedang berakting? Kenapa kau hamil?"

Sahabatku yang selalu bersikeras menolak pernikahan, justru saat menemaniku melakukan program bayi tabung malah merebut sperma donor yang sudah kupilih. Saat itu aku langsung tahu, dia juga sudah terlahir kembali. Di kehidupan sebelumnya, aku ingin punya seorang bayi blasteran, jadi aku memilih melakukan bayi tabung. Sahabatku waktu itu bahkan mengejekku, katanya aku hanya sedang membantu orang asing membesarkan anak, benar-benar bodoh. Tapi siapa sangka, setengah bulan kemudian aku justru dijemput ke keluarga Kerajaan Duraya. Ternyata sperma donor yang kupilih adalah milik seorang pangeran Kerajaan Duraya berdarah campuran dari delapan negara. Bukan hanya hendak menikahiku sebagai putri mahkota, dia juga berjanji menjadikan anak kami sebagai pewaris kerajaan. Aku dan anakku mendapat perhatian penuh dari seluruh keluarga kerajaan, perhiasan yang menumpuk di tubuhku bahkan hampir membuatku tidak kuat menahannya. Sebaliknya, sahabatku justru karena terlalu menyanjung feminisme, akhirnya menyinggung mitra kerja, dipecat dari perusahaan, lalu diblokir di seluruh industri. Saat pesta seratus hari putraku, dia menggunakan seluruh tabungannya untuk membeli tiket pesawat dan datang menemuiku. Namun ketika aku menyambutnya, dia malah membunuh putraku dengan menjatuhkannya, lalu menyiramkan asam sulfat ke tubuhku. "Kenapa kamu bisa seberuntung itu? Dasar perempuan jalang, kamu tidak pantas!" Ketika membuka mata lagi, aku sudah kembali ke hari saat aku mengajaknya menemaniku melakukan bayi tabung.

I was once the most respected female intelligence officer in the underworld. I controlled black market trade, port lockdowns, and risk assessments for every smuggling route. These were the basics every new recruit learned on their first day in the Mafia. But my intel was never reliable. As time went by, everyone caught on. In this city, whether the ports were locked down or open for business didn't depend on intel. It depended on whether Vincenzo's childhood friend was in a bad mood. I had just sent an order over the family's secure channel: "Level-one lockdown. All shipping routes are closed." A moment later, the ports were thrown wide open. My rival mocked me in front of everyone. "Isabella's supposed to be the queen of underworld intelligence, isn't she? What happened, did she lose her touch?" Other family members twisted the knife without a second thought. "Her husband changes the rules at a word from his precious Amelia. Who's going to listen to her anymore?" "She's on the hook for any losses from this. That route reopening is going to bankrupt her!" I clutched a stack of formal censures from the family. I said nothing. It didn't matter. I was done being a pawn in their games. Soon, I would be gone for good.

When the fire broke out, I called my husband, Hector. He didn't answer. Instead, he ran straight into the flames—to save my sister, Emma. They held each other, clinging to life, while I was trapped in the basement, watching my calls go ignored until all hope burned out. Afterward, Emma played innocent, twisting everything. She told him, "Hector, don't blame Sienna. She didn't leave me on purpose... she was just scared." Her lie made me the villain, and everyone bought it. Fueled by hatred, Hector spat, "She's so vicious—why didn't that fire just take her?" Three months later, the police found my body.

My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After they pulled her out, his rage shifted onto me. “It’s your fault she got hurt,” he spat, his eyes blazing as he grabbed me. Before I could make sense of what was happening, he forced me into a wooden box, slamming the lid down with a deafening crack. “You’re going to feel every ounce of the pain she went through,” he hissed, nailing it shut. I pounded on the walls, my screams tearing through the air. “Please, I didn’t do anything! Let me out!” My throat burned with the effort, my fists aching, but nothing stopped him. “Stay in there until you’ve figured out how to act like a decent human being,” he said, his voice cold, dripping with contempt. Hours passed. My body twisted unnaturally in the tight space, bones throbbing as blood smeared the wood beneath me. I whispered into the dark, the pain unbearable. "Please… just let me out…" But he didn’t care. A week later, he returned, his laughter echoing with hers as they entered the house, carefree from their trip. He finally opened the box. But by then, I was already gone. The woman he locked away was no longer breathing, no longer pleading. Just a cold, silent corpse.

After my husband picked up his secretary and our son, they went into the hotel for a business meeting. Photos of them were trending online. I gave him a call to ask him about it, but he hung up on me impatiently. “I’m meeting a client. Obviously, we’re meeting at the hotel! Can you stop being unreasonable?” I was busy contacting IT support to retract the trending topics. Two hours later, I received a call from the emergency department of the hospital. When I reached the hospital, my son was already dead. In his hand, he was still holding a staff ID tag. The secretary’s name was on the tag. I broke down crying. My husband, Zac Davis, had blocked my number so I could not reach him. After I completed the hospital procedures, Zac finally returned my call. He sounded very angry and impatient, “Did you fetch our son? Why didn’t you inform me? Don’t you know that we’re all waiting for him to pass us the agreement? Just send the document over now!” After that, he immediately hung up and blocked my number again. I stared at the notification on my phone and sneered. I was going to snatch your clients and force you into a dead end!

Daniel, yang merupakan pewaris tunggal dari PHONIX Grup. Kini kembali ke tempat kelahirannya, yaitu Korea Selatan. Untuk menemukan sang adik yang dulu sempat terpisah ketika mereka masih kecil. Namun, ketika dia baru saja memulai pencariannya. Daniel menemukan fakta bahwa sang adik sudah tewas beberapa tahun sebelum kedatangannya. Karena terlibat dalam sebuah kecelakaan tragis. Daniel yang tak mempercayai berita itu, akhirnya mulai mencari tahu tentang kematian sang adik, dan misteri yang menyelimuti di belakangnya. Mampukah Daniel menemukan kebenaran dari kematian adik kandungnya? Dan mampu menemukan dimana keberadaan makam dari adik kandungnya itu?

I was the stand-in who looked most like my husband's first love. He put me through countless plastic surgeries, both major and minor ones, until I became her exact likeness. But then, she came back from the dead. All it took was her saying, "I don't like anyone looking like me," and he sent me right back to the operating table once more. I begged him, telling him that my body couldn't handle it anymore. Alas, he only looked at me with irritation. "Seeing that cheap imitation of her face just disgusts me," he sneered. "No matter how close you come, you'll never be her." In the end, I died on that operating table. Yet, he went mad, trying desperately to recall what I once looked like.

My wife, a doctor, treated our daughter like a walking blood bank. When our daughter passed away, she took it even further. She transplanted her corneas into her old flame’s son. Before our daughter’s body was even cold, she was out having dinner with her ex and his son. They were celebrating that the boy could see again. She even went so far as to secretly burn our daughter’s body to get rid of any evidence. By the time I got there, all I saw was my daughter's ashes being swallowed up by the flames. I told her I wanted a divorce. She just sneered, “It’s only a daughter. Are you really going to divorce me over this?” But later, she was down on her knees, begging me not to leave her.

Ibuku meninggal karena terlalu emosional. Pasalnya, hari yang seharusnya menjadi hari pernikahanku, kini pengantin wanitanya malah berubah menjadi mitra bisnis Ezra. Pada saat ibuku mengembuskan napas terakhirnya, hari pernikahanku berubah menjadi hari pemakamannya. Namun, Ezra memerintahkan agar pesta pernikahan tetap dilanjutkan seperti biasa dan bahkan memintaku untuk memasangkan cincin pernikahan ke jari Naila secara langsung. "Cepat! Pasangkan cincin itu padanya. Malam ini, aku akan memberimu penjelasan," katanya sambil menggertakkan giginya. Aku mengabaikan amarah Ezra dan menggendong jenazah ibuku meninggalkan hotel. Pukul delapan malam, pernikahan dengan pengantin yang diganti itu selesai dengan "sempurna". Naila memposting di Instagram dan postingannya mendapat puluhan ribu suka. [ Yay! Hari ini aku akhirnya menikahi pria idamanku. Terima kasih pada pihak ketiga yang sadar diri dan pergi. ] Tak lama kemudian, Ezra juga memposting. [ Orang yang nggak layak, nggak pantas dicintai. ] Di kamar jenazah yang dingin, aku memberikan tanda suka pada postingan mereka berdua dan menulis komenta. [ Semoga langgeng. ] Kemudian, aku mengemas barang-barangku sambil memeluk kotak abu jenazah ibuku. Namun, ketika aku sampai di rumah baru yang kubeli, aku menemukan Ezra sedang berciuman penuh gairah dengan Naila di sofa baruku.