Karma Akabane Aesthetic

I gave birth to my son prematurely on a train, and my fiance sold both of us off to go live with my parents’ real daughter. After I reincarnated, I watched my parents find their real daughter again, and I could not stop my tears as well as laughter. Not only did I personally get my fiance drunk, I sent him my sister’s way, and he got her pregnant. I tied up the person I hated the most in the train carriage. The station ahead was the one where I got trapped in a small village for the entirety of my last life. In this life, it was going to be her turn. Her and her child’s!

Rumah ini dulunya dihuni oleh Rarashati dan ibunya, Nyai Romlah. Pasca Nyai Romlah meninggal, tinggallah si Rara di rumah ini sendirian. Sayang seribu sayang. Sebulan setelah kematian ibunya, Rara juga meninggal. Tidak ada yang tahu pasti apa penyebab kematiannya. Namun, semua penduduk meyakini dia meninggal karena kesepian dan putus asa. Memang tidak ada ditemukan tindak kekerasan di tubuhnya. Hanya saja ada yang aneh ketika dia dimandikan. Perutnya terlihat membuncit. Padahal tubuhnya kurus kering. Semua orang mengira mungkin Rara mengidap busung lapar. Sehingga abai dengan perihal tersebut. Sampai akhirnya sehari setelah dikubur, warga yang melintas di kuburan baru tersebut mendengar tangisan bayi. Mengeak-ngeak di malam buta. Mereka bergegas ke arah sumber suara. Mendapati kuburan seperti habis diacak-acak. Seolah-olah ada yang keluar dari dalam lubang. Parahnya, mayat Rarashati terlihat menggantung di dahan pohon beringin yang menaungi kuburan tersebut. Tanpa kain kafan, tanpa sehelai benang pun menutupi tubuh telanjangnya. Dan yang paling mengherankan, dia memeluk sesosok bayi yang sedang menyusu kepadanya.

Karma led them to each other, it is now up to them if they'll use it to their advantage. Anna Miller had been hurting for years, she didn't know how and why it happened, but it just did. Will destiny heal her or break her more?

Mon fiancé Roch Martin m'a séquestrée dans son sous-sol pendant dix jours pour venger son amie d'enfance. Il m'a tranché les bras, condamnant mon corps, déjà fragile à cause de mon trouble de la coagulation, à une lente hémorragie. Le jour de notre mariage, il a maudit mon « retard », croyant aux calomnies de cette même amie qui m'accusait d'adultère. Ses mensonges ont tué ma mère, morte d'infarctus sous l'outrage. Pourtant, quand il a découvert mon cadavre desséché, c'était lui qui a sombré dans la folie...

My husband is a rock climbing route setter. It's our wedding anniversary today, but he brings his female best friend with him on an adventure to discover uncharted territory. It comes about because his female best friend says life is so boring. We're trapped in the mountains when we encounter extreme weather, and the rescue helicopter can only take two people with them. They climb up the ladder deftly, leaving me to slowly grow colder in the rain. I shout his name with all my strength. "I have a heart condition! I'll die if I don't get to the hospital soon!" He throws a rope down at me without even sparing me a glance. "Luna has menstrual cramps—she never says she's in pain. You, on the other hand, are only good at acting. Think of a way to get down yourself." What he doesn't know is that his "good friend" has already sliced the rope he threw to me.

After being reincarnated as the villain in a story where everyone doted on the heroine, the system appeared. It told me that if I could win over any one of the male leads, I would regain a healthy body and return to my original world. But I failed to win over any of them. There was my adoptive brother, the fake heir, who grew up with me. My rebellious high school deskmate, the real heir, who became a boxer. And my childhood sweetheart, the genius surgeon. Even my own son, whom I carried for ten months. Without exception, they all fell in love with that cold, stubborn damsel while growing to deeply despise me. The system sighed and told me that if I could die at the hands of any one of the male leads, I would be able to see my parents in the original world. In the end, I used every method possible and was finally killed by them, with their own hands. But why did they all go mad afterward?

Belakangan ini, teman sebangkuku selalu menatapku dengan tatapan aneh. Setiap kali aku ke kantin atau ke lapangan, semuanya menghindariku. Aku akhirnya tidak tahan lagi dan bertanya kepada teman sebangkuku, "Sebenarnya apa salahku? Kenapa kamu menjauhiku?" Dia ketakutan hingga mundur beberapa langkah, lalu menyahut tanpa berani menatapku, "Nggak ada kok. Ini bukan salahmu." Kemudian, dia memilih untuk pindah kelas, dari kelas plus menjadi kelas reguler. Aku lantas mencarinya untuk memperjelas semuanya. Aku datang ke kelasnya. Dia awalnya sedang mengobrol dengan teman barunya. Begitu melihatku, dia sontak berseru kaget, "Aku serius. Ini bukan salahmu. Tolong jangan mencariku lagi. Kumohon!"

Everyone loved my older sister. When the novel I wrote shot to popularity, she got jealous and suddenly proclaimed that she wanted to be a popular author too. My older brother, who was the editor-in-chief, immediately announced that I plagiarized my sister's story at my book signing and she ended up becoming the genius author while I got cyberbullied so much that I was too scared to leave the house. After I got married to a young heir from high society and lived a happy life, my sister told me that she had a crush on him for years and wanted to be his bride at least once in her lifetime. He did not even think twice about divorcing me and holding the wedding of the century with my sister. My family was afraid that I would sabotage their relationship, so they made me leave the country. However, my sister did not think that I was miserable enough. She came for me outside the country and pushed me down the stairs. I was lying in a pool of blood when my mother rebuked me, "Did you say something that made your sister unhappy again?" That was how I died in despair. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my brother accused me of plagiarism.

I happened to come across the filming of a popular variety show, where a celebrity attempted to forcefully take over my greenhouse for a task. After I declined, people watching the live stream subjected me to continuous ridicule.In their relentless quest for higher ratings, the production team deliberately hyped up this matter like crazy.However, when my true identity was revealed, countless students from the Agricultural Academy rallied to defend these crops."Isn't she the expert in crop improvement for saline-alkali soil? My research thesis revolves around her remarkable achievements!""Anyone who dares to tamper with her crops will face dire consequences."

My husband sends me a photo of our obedient daughter holding a plate of food. He writes, "Thanks to my patient guidance, our sweetheart has finally made her first dish! We're waiting for you to come home and taste it!" The exhaustion I feel from work is swept away when I see that. No one expects that I'll reach home half an hour later and kill him.