Karma

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.

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.

Ketika istriku tidak meminta jatah lagi, disitu lah ia hamil. pernikahan tanpa cinta dan selalu dia yang meminta duluan tak berhasil mendapat keturunan, tetapi disaat aku yang ingin melakukannya kami mendapatkan keturunan. Nasi telah menjadi bubur, karena nafsu aku telah menceraikannya dan menikah lagi [POV HABIB] ~~~~ Habib adalah seorang pemuda yang sudah beristri, tetapi berkeinginan menikah lagi karena sang istri tidak bisa memberinya keturunan. Ia sangat bosan dengan pernikahannya karena sheila istrinya terlalu agresif, dan selalu minta untuk dilayani setiap hari. Seketika rumah tangga mereka hancur, dan disaat Habib telah menikah lagi, Sheila malah sedang mengandung tanpa sepengetahuan Habib. Bagaimana kisah mereka? Akankah Habib menyesal dan ingin kembali pada Sheila? Yuk ikuti terus kisahnya...

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!

I was twelve when Henry Shaw took me home from the orphanage, gave me a new name, put me through school, and gave me a good life. Ten years later, his first love returned from abroad. Her name sounded like mine, and her face looked like a mirror image. I quickly realized I had been a stand-in all along. Crushing the diagnosis in my pocket, I decided that I was going to live the rest of my life for myself, even if I did not have much time left.

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.

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.

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?

"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.