Infinite Story

During our decade together, I stay by Felix Valentino's side as he slowly ascends to the peak of the mafia world. I become the woman he trusts most. However, he secretly names an island that we fought for and won together after my best friend, Lilian Fenati. Why? Because Lilian is terminally ill. Her dying wish is to marry Felix on the island named after her. Felix clamps down on this and forbids anyone from telling me. He has no idea Lilian live streams the whole thing for me. That night, I cry my heart out. Meanwhile, Felix spends the night with Lilian. I lie in a pool of blood. My heart condition acts up, and my breathing starts to slow. Where is Felix? At the hospital with Lilian. Five days later, I accept a marriage proposal from Harold Bonanno, the mafia king.

At the class session joined by the school leaders and officials from the Department of Education, my lecture PPT was swapped for a sensational "Mistress's Charge Letter". "Charge one. Willingly being the other woman makes her an unsuitable role model for students." "Charge two. Attempting to secure a higher position through sex." "Charge three. Menacing the lawful wife with the absurd hope of advancing through pregnancy." Amidst the leaders and officials, my husband's illegitimate child accused me of disrupting her parents' marriage. In the name of "expelling the mistress to achieve justice", she coerced me, the true wife, into a humiliating bow to the mistress. I confronted my husband upon his arrival, "Care to explain? Why didn't I know that you had an illegitimate daughter?" He responded with a strike to the girl's face. "Where are you from, you unruly child? You're so ill-mannered!"

After my parents were killed in a territory war, I was taken in by Don Moretti, head of New York's most powerful crime family. I was the only civilian in a world of made men. For twenty years, I was raised alongside his twin heirs, Marco and Santino. Their protection and favor made me the envy of every aspiring mob wife in the city. But when I was finally ready to become a real part of the family, they both turned me down. Marco said, "I need to focus on expanding our territory first. I'm not ready for this kind of commitment." Santino said, "An outsider can't be trusted with family secrets." The next night, at my birthday celebration, they both proposed to the daughter of a low-level enforcer. To prove their loyalty to her, they let her force me to drink "The Don's Fire"—a 150-proof grappa laced with ghost peppers that would hospitalize anyone who wasn't raised on it since childhood. Broken in body and spirit, I made a call from my hospital bed. "I accept the proposal from the Luciano Syndicate."

My father-in-law said he wanted to experience "how the young folks have fun these days," so I took him to my wife's newly opened upscale cocktail bar for a quiet drink. I’d just finished ordering him a custom cocktail when a man from a booth across the room swaggered over, glass in hand. His eyes scanned the drink menu on our table, and a condescending smirk twisted his lips. "Only ordering the cheapest well drinks?" he sneered. "Brought the old man here to enjoy the free air conditioning? Trash like you belongs in a dive bar. Who even let you in here?" Anger burned in my chest. I stood up, my jaw clenched. "We're paying customers. What's it to you?" But before I could say another word, his face darkened with pure rage. He snatched the half-finished beer bottle from our table and smashed it on my head. "My girl owns this place!" he snarled. "Even if I crack your skull open, I can afford the payout! You filthy pauper—either get on your knees and lick my shoes dry, or get the hell out of my sight. You're an eyesore." The beer dripped down my face. My hands trembled with fury as I wiped it away. Then, a cold calm settled over me. I opened my phone, switched to the camera, and went live. "Alright, everyone," I said into the screen. "You won't want to miss this. We're going live to catch my cheating wife and see the double life she's been leading."

My three-year-old daughter was playing in the room, and she suddenly fell from the window of the room and died. In my past life, I held her lifeless body after learning the news, crying so hard I thought I would never stop. But when my husband rushed back, he slapped me across the face without a second thought. "How could you be so cruel? You actually threw her out of the window—she was only three!" I was too stunned to react. Later, my husband and my best friend teamed up and testified that I had thrown my daughter from the window because I had an argument with my husband. I was cyberbullied and labeled the "evil mom". Amid the public hatred and the pain of losing my daughter, I jumped to prove my innocence. Even in death, I still didn't understand. My daughter had been fine playing in the room—how did she fall out of the window? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she fell.

On the fifth year of their marriage, finding the vitamin C her husband bought tasted too bitter, Jeanne Dotson went to the hospital with the bottle. The doctor took one look and frowned. "This isn't vitamin C." "I-I'm sorry, Doctor?" "I could say it a dozen times and it'd still be the same," the doctor replied, pointing at the bottle. "This is Mifepristone. Taking too much of it doesn't just cause infertility—it can do serious harm to your body." Jeanne felt a lump stuck in her throat, and her fingers turned pale from clenching the bottle. "That's impossible. My husband got this for me. His name is Darren Walsh—he's a doctor here too." The doctor looked up at her, his expression turning strange, tinged with something she couldn't quite read. After a pause, he gave a small smile. "Miss, you might want to visit the psych ward instead. We all know Dr. Walsh's wife—she gave birth just two months ago. Don't let your imagination run wild, all right? There's no point."

Hidup Gadis berubah total sejak ia menolong seorang pria asing yang terluka. Tanpa diduga, karena fitnahan keji, ia dan pria itu malah menikah. Tanpa tahu bahwa pernikahan itu akan mengikatnya pada rahasia kelam. Mahen, suami yang dingin tapi penuh perhatian, membawanya ke kota dan memberi kehidupan baru. Segalanya tampak sempurna, hingga Gadis tahu kebenarannya. Mahen bukan pria biasa. Ia adalah ayah dari sahabatnya sendiri. Dan lebih buruk lagi, Gadis hanyalah istri kedua yang disembunyikan. Antara cinta dan persahabatan, Gadis harus memilih bertahan dalam kebohongan, atau kehilangan segalanya demi kebenaran.

“ฉันจ่ายนายสองแสน!” เมื่อเสียงหวานของหญิงสาวเอ่ยขึ้นทำเอาชายหนุ่มกรอกตาและชะงักฝีเท้าที่กำลังเดิน แต่สุดท้ายเขาก็ไม่ได้หันกลับ แต่ยังคงก้าวต่อไป “สี่แสน! ฉันจ่ายนายสี่แสน!” “เก็บเงินของเธอไว้ เพราะยังไงฉันก็ต้องไป” “ผู้หญิงคนนั้นจ่ายให้นายเท่าไหร่กัน! ฉันจะจ่ายให้มากกว่า!” “เขาไม่ได้จ่ายฉันสักบาท พอใจหรือยัง!” “นายไม่ได้เห็นแก่เงินอย่างที่คนอื่นบอก แต่นายรังเกียจฉัน….” โฮลี่เอ่ยด้วยน้ำเสียงสั่นเครือก่อนน้ำตาหยดเล็กๆเริ่มไหล เธอหมุนตัววิ่งออกไปโดยที่ธันวาได้แต่ยืนนิ่ง “โถเว้ย!”

Ayu hanya seorang gadis desa biasa yang bekerja sebagai pembantu di rumah keluarga Ardiansyah, tempat para miliarder tinggal dalam kemewahan yang sunyi. Dia bertemu dengan Revan, tuan muda yang terjebak dalam pernikahan kosong dengan wanita sosialita ambisius. Tapi di balik sikap kaku dan diamnya, ia mulai luluh oleh ketulusan Ayu. Namun cinta mereka tak diizinkan. Nama besar, harga diri, dan masa lalu kelam keluarga siap merobek segalanya. Cinta ini haram. Tapi kenapa rasanya justru candu?

Le mariage d'un jeune couple se brise à petit feu à cause de l'attachement que la femme à pour son travail malgré l'amour qui les unit. Difficile pour elle d'être en même temps une femme au foyer et une femme d'affaires reconnue dans la société. Fatigué, son mari fait recours à une stratégie qui s'avérait être la pire de toutes les solutions pour résoudre le problême d'incompréhension qui détruit son mariage.