Karma

My mom kindly took in the daughter of her deceased friend. Unexpectedly, the girl smoked, drank, fought, and refused to improve. She even fell madly in love with the school bully and jumped into a river to prove her love for him. My mom tried to save her, but the girl pushed her head underwater. The girl was rescued and embraced by the bully, but my mom drowned. Reborn, I stopped my mom from jumping in, but she shoved me into the river, shouting, "Why isn't it you jumping in?"

Aku dan Rama sudah berpacaran selama sepuluh tahun. Saat aku merawat ibunya yang sakit meskipun diriku sendiri sedang demam tinggi, dia malah menemani Sinta yang patah hati sambil mabuk-mabukan. Saat aku dimarahi habis-habisan oleh bos di kantor, dia malah sibuk menjaga Sinta yang sedang sakit karena haid. Ketika kabar duka tentang kematian ibuku datang, aku mencoba menghubunginya, tetapi ponselnya mati. Setelah berusaha mencari kesana kemari, aku baru tahu kalau dia sedang ada di acara kelulusan Sinta. Akhirnya, aku menyerah. Namun, Rama tidak mau melepasku. Dia memohon dengan mata sembab agar aku memberinya satu kesempatan lagi.

My boyfriend said that art held no restrictions, so he used my provocative paintings to enter a competition. Amidst a row of classic ceramic figurines, I became famous. He shot to fame, landing in the top ten of trending searches, while I was humiliated by the entire internet and mocked as a “ceramic influencer.” When I confronted him, he looked at me with disappointment. “They don’t understand art, and neither do you? I thought you would support my work, but I didn’t expect you to stir trouble! You’re so immature!”

Kakak sepupu pacarku baru saja bercerai dan tinggal sementara di rumah pacarku. Dia sedang hamil besar dan membawa serta anaknya yang berusia 5 tahun. Dengan sikap seolah-olah semuanya sudah menjadi haknya, dia menganggap pacarku sebagai sandaran hidupnya dan menunjukkan ketidaksukaannya padaku. Dia merasa bahwa aku telah "merebut" adik sepupunya. Suatu hari saat acara keluarga, putranya tiba-tiba menyiramkan minuman ke arahku dan berseru, "Kamu nggak boleh merebut ayahku!"

Lesley Hummer, my husband's sister, lies to me about being unable to conceive. She wants me to help her produce a child. To my shock and horror, my husband and mother-in-law agree with her! I refuse to give in, so they drug me and force me into bed with my her husband. When the pregnancy comes to term, I give birth to a daughter. My husband and his family go nuts because it's not a boy. They kill the baby before my very eyes! They even take away all my organs that can be exchanged for money. Then, they continue searching for a surrogate for Lesley. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day Lesley kneeled before me to beg me.

Nafkah adalah hal yang wajib dipenuhi oleh seorang suami terhadap istri dan anaknya. Namun bagaimana jika seorang suami menceraikan istrinya, lalu dia meminta kembali nafkah yang pernah dia berikan pada istrinya selama tiga tahun pernikahan? Itulah yang dirasan Mirna, setelah diceraikan suaminya, Mirna justru dituntut untuk mengembalikan seluruh nafkah yang pernah Fahmi berikan. Tak hanya itu. Bahkan handphone jadul dan juga uang maharnyapun dia minta kembali. Hingga akhirnya Mirna menyetujui untuk mengembalikan apa yang diminta suaminya terapi dengan syarat sang suami harus mengembalikan semua apa yang Mirna berikan termasuk keperempuanannya. Namun ditengah perjalanan, Fahmi meenyerah, dia sadar apa yang terbuat hanya karena permintaan selingkuhan yang masih SMA yang terus memanfaatkan dan ingin menguasai harta nya. Dia menyesali perbuatannya dan ingin kemabli kepada Mirna, tetapi keputusan Mirna sudah bulat bahkan setelah mereka resmi bercerai, Ibu Fahmi sudah menjodohkan Mirna dengan sepupu Fahmi sendiri.

À quatre mois de grossesse, mon mari, obstétricien, m'a accompagnée pour récupérer les résultats de l'examen prénatal. Son sourire s'est figé en voyant le rapport, et il m'a forcée à avorter. Je suis restée stupéfaite : le médecin traitant venait pourtant de dire que le bébé était en parfaite santé ! J'ai libéré mon bras et l'ai interrogé : « Pourquoi avorter ? » Il n'a pas répondu, mais a pris rendez-vous pour l'avortement. Voyant que je voulais m'enfuir, il m'a agrippé le bras : « C'est absolument impossible de garder cet enfant ! » Protégeant mon ventre, j'ai vite appelé mes parents, eux aussi obstétriciens. Mon père, qui m'a toujours chérie, a levé le poing pour frapper mon ventre. Ma mère, le visage terrifié, a secoué frénétiquement la tête : « Non, ça ne va pas. » « Enfermez Amélie avec quelques hommes. » Je ne comprenais pas pourquoi ils voulaient supprimer mon bébé ainsi. J'ai tenté de m'enfuir. Mais ils m'ont enfermée dans une pièce sombre. Voyant le sang couler, j'ai su que mon bébé était perdu. Ma mère est venue me chercher en souriant. Je l'ai suppliée de m'expliquer pourquoi ils m'avaient fait ça. Sans répondre, elle m'a envoyée dans un hôpital psychiatrique. Je suis morte après d'innombrables souffrances dans cet hôpital. En rouvrant les yeux, j'étais de retour au jour où nous devions récupérer le rapport prénatal. Mon mari m'a souri : « Chérie, c'est notre premier enfant. J'attends avec impatience le jour de sa naissance. »

During a critical heart transplant, my doctor husband insisted his intern assist despite her garish nail art compromising the sterile field. When I called her out, he abandoned the patient mid-surgery to comfort her. I begged him to return, but he snapped, "Giselle is upset. Can't you wait? This is nothing compared to her feelings." 40 minutes later, the patient bled out and died. Later, they discovered that he was our highly respected mayor and placed the blame on me. "If it weren't for you causing a scene and kicking us out of the operating room, the mayor wouldn't have bled to death. This is all your fault!" Defenseless, I was sentenced to life in prison, tortured, and died in agony. My husband and his intern walked down the aisle, enjoying their happy life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of that fateful surgery.

In my last life, my brother Leo—the heir to the Moretti crime family—stripped our estate bare of every last soldier, all for a Vegas jaunt. All because his new flame, Scarlett, had a jones for the high-roller tables. The Volkovs—our rivals, the very ones Leo had just pissed off—saw their opening and stormed our gates. My mother, Sofia, took a bullet meant for me. Died protecting me. I blew up Leo’s phone, my pleas turning to screams. He didn't answer. He waltzed back in after the shooting stopped, bringing our men home, but far too late for it to matter. Then, the news from Vegas. Scarlett was gone. A suicide note left behind. In it, she painted me as the monster. The one who’d leaked our weaknesses to the Volkovs. The one who'd orchestrated a fake kidnapping and torture plot, all to drive her to despair and lure Leo home. A perfect, tragic lie. Leo read the letter calmly. Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled." Father tore into Leo for abandoning his post, for leaving his family to die. And me? I was named the new Consigliere. But after the celebration, Leo cornered me in the wine cellar. His face was a mask of cold fury as he pressed the barrel of his gun to my forehead. "This is for family traitors," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "The throne is my birthright, not some backstabbing bitch's prize!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right in the middle of the fire and the blood. This time, I shoved my mother behind me, dragging her toward the panic room. And the bastards who were too blind to believe me? They’ll regret it.

Estuve siete años con Bruno. Pero cuando lo acusaron y terminó en la cárcel, no dudé en dar media vuelta y desaparecer de su vida. Me refugié en los brazos de su mejor amigo, buscando un poco de paz. Cuando Bruno salió, volvió con más poder, más rabia… y me obligó a casarme con él. No le importó cómo: usó todo lo que tenía para hacerme suya otra vez. Para todos, éramos la pareja perfecta, el amor que lo aguantó todo. Pero nadie sabía que, cada noche, él llevaba a otra mujer a nuestra cama... incluso a mi propia hermana. Decía que ese era el precio por haberlo traicionado. Lo que Bruno nunca imaginó es que, mientras todos lo creían culpable, yo me metí en una red criminal para limpiar su nombre. Y que, para conseguir esa prueba, perdí un riñón y medio hígado. Lástima que... ya no me queda mucho tiempo.