Karma

My dormmate, Summer Lodge, always uses heavy-duty electrical appliances to cook in our dorm. I kindly remind her that it's a fire hazard and that she'll get a demerit if the college finds her out, but she snaps at me and tells me to mind my own business. One day, her oven bursts into flames and burns one of our dormmates—the daughter of an affluent family—to death. When the college investigates the matter to apportion the blame, Summer and another dormmate push the blame on me. I'm expelled and cyberbullied. My dead dormmate's boyfriend even comes after me for revenge. He shoves me and my family into the furnace at a crematorium. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day when Summer decides to make a meal with the oven.

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.

"Aku sudah membayarmu, jadi kamu adalah milikku. Mau aku menciummu ataupun berbuat lebih dari itu, kamu tak berhak menolaknya," tekanku pada Yumna yang wajahnya tampak merah padam. Alina hanya diam, berdiri di pojok lift dengan menatap ke arah lain. Ya, dia selalu tahu diri bagaimana harus bersikap. "Ya aku tahu! Apa perlu Anda mengul9angnya lagi dan lagi?!" Dia masih terus bicara. Merasa muak, aku mendekat dan kembali mengulang perbuatan yang sangat dibencinya, untuk menutup mulut Yumna. Sementara Alina jadi salah tingkah dan membalik badan melihat kami.

Eva tak pernah dilibatkan dalam acara keluarga. Diam-diam keluarga suaminya tidak suka padanya. Hanya baik di depan saja, dan berniat jahat untuk merebut hartanya. Diam-diam Eva sudah mengetahui kebusukan suami dan keluarganya. Dia merencanakan kejutan indah di acara keluarga suaminya.

Clara Favietra hanya ingin memergoki suaminya yang berselingkuh. Namun ia justru berakhir di ranjang yang salah. Seorang pria pewaris dunia gelap yang menyembunyikan identitas di balik profesinya sebagai dokter. Saat Clara berusaha kabur dari dosa semalam, sebuah tragedi justru mengikatnya pada takdir pernikahan yang penuh sandiwara. "Kenapa? Apa aku membuatmu sedalam itu?" Clara menggumam pelan, namun kalimatnya terdengar jelas. "Karena itu kamu... Karena kalau kamu orangnya... Aku bisa memberikan apapun." Clara tidak menyadari, tapi rahang lelaki itu mengatup keras. Kemudian ia menurunkan suaranya, tajam dan menohok. "Kalau begitu, tunjukkan padaku apa yang akan kamu berikan pada suamimu." Yang Clara tidak tahu, pria itu ternyata sepupu suaminya sendiri!

Zeva, seorang mantan narapidana yang baru saja bebas beberapa hari lalu. Citra yang buruk, membuat kehidupan tak lagi berpihak padanya. Dia sulit menemukan pekerjaan maupun wanita. Karena dia merasa tidak ada wanita baik-baik yang mau menjalin cinta dengan mantan napi, akhirnya dia mencari wanita malam untuk berkencan. Wanita malam itu bernama Vianca, dia sudah mau taubat namun Zeva menyuruh Vianca jangan dulu taubat karena Zeva suka dengan wajah Vianca.Mereka akhirnya bertemu dengan membawa masa lalu yang sama-sama kelam. Vianca sama sekali tidak menyangka, dirinya yang begitu takut karena Zeva adalah mantan napi akhirnya jatuh cinta juga.Sementara itu Zeva, menganggap Vianca adalah wanita paling indah, tapi layak dilupakan. Dia malas berhubungan serius dengan bekas wanita malam.

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.

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?

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!

It was my 30th birthday, and my husband said he had a surprise for me. However, on the day of my birthday, he was nowhere to be found. I called him countless times, but no one answered. Just as I was about to panic and consider calling the police, I happened to see a post on the social media feed of his female secretary. “A typhoon hit, and my boss was worried about my safety, so he personally took me home. How wonderful! I’ve got a guardian angel for myself!” My anxiety turned to cold calm in an instant. I commented on her post: “Traveling during a typhoon is dangerous. Tell him he doesn’t need to come back.” Not long after I posted the comment, my husband called. “Kelly, I was only concerned about the safety of my subordinate, and yet you’re thinking such vile thoughts. “Birthdays come every year. Missing one won’t kill you!” You were right. Birthdays came every year. But there was no way I would celebrate them with you.