Karma

On the day of my son's one-month celebration, my notoriously stingy sister-in-law surprised me with a branded baby bottle. But instead of accepting it, I turned away and gave it to the neighbor's cruel son who had XYY syndrome. In my previous life, I had accepted that bottle with genuine gratitude, using it day and night to feed my son. I never imagined that a month later, in the dead of night, my son would suddenly suffer a heart attack and die in my arms. Strangely enough, the very next day after my son passed, my sister-in-law's sickly child—who had been confined to the neonatal intensive care unit since birth—was miraculously discharged in perfect health. Losing my son shattered me completely. I spent my days drowning in tears. My husband called me a cursed woman, claimed I brought nothing but disaster, and demanded a divorce. Not only that, but he insisted I leave with nothing. When I refused, he and my sister-in-law joined forces and accidentally beat me to death. It wasn't until after I died that I learned the truth. The woman I had thought was my husband's younger sister wasn't his blood relative at all. She had been adopted by his mother years ago to be raised as his future wife. Together, they had plotted to destroy me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day my sister-in-law handed me that baby bottle.

At the height of my love for Seth Scott, he gave his heart to someone else. The winter chill seeped through the walls, and I lay beneath my blankets, trembling through the long, dark hours. He was out there, holding another woman close, warming her feet against his chest. He dismissed me as dramatic, refusing even a final glance. But what he didn’t realize was that I was dying. And he would never have the chance to see me again.

Awalnya, Yumna merasa biasa saja, ketika ada chat masuk di mesenger. Dikarenakan suaminya mengatakan bahwa itu adalah anak SMA yang dia jumpai saat kunjungan kerjanya di daerah Jogya. Namun, lama-kelamaan chatnya terlalu menjurus. Isi chatnya pun tidak sesuai dengan usianya, yang seharusnya masih senang berkumpul dengan sahabat-sahabatnya. Attar-- Suami Yumna pun tidak terlalu serius menanggapi gombalan dari anak SMA tersebut. Akan tetapi, Yumna merasa ada yang berbeda dari suaminya setelah tiga bulan kepulangannya dari tugas dan saat menanggapi chat dari anak SMA yang bernama Shanum. Yumna mulai menyelidiki tentang Attar--suaminya dan remaja yang akan menjadi perusak rumah tangganya. Apakah yang didapati oleh Yumna, saat dia mulai curiga pada suaminya? Akankah rumah tangganya hancur oleh kehadiran remaja yang diduga sebagai pelakor?

Scarlet blood trickled from my thigh as I clutched Arvin Owen's hand. "My belly... It hurts so much..." He shook off my hand indifferently. "Come on, I know it's chicken blood you are using. Debby just suffered abuse from her husband and is now in the hospital without anyone to care for her. Don't be so spoiled!" But what flowed from me was not chicken blood. It was my life slipping away.

Ma sœur et moi nous étions mariées le même jour. Nos maris, l'un capitaine des pompiers, l'autre policier, étaient amis depuis l'enfance. Ils avaient même acheté des appartements sur le même palier pour rester voisins. Pourtant, quand l’incendie a frappé, nous les avons appelés à l’aide en vain. Finalement, j’ai accouché d’un bébé mort-né, et ma sœur a perdu le sien aussi. Alors, nous avons toutes les deux décidé de divorcer.

Reyna dan Adit yang baru saja kehilangan hartanya, terpaksa tinggal di rumah peninggalan almarhum kedua orang tua Adit. Rumah itu merupakan warisan untuknya yang pernah ia tolak. Sejak kepindahannya, berbagai hal aneka terjadi. Mulai dari Reyna yang selalu diganggu oleh makhluk tak kasat mata. Selain itu, hal aneh lainnya Adit rasakan saat para penjaga rumah tersebut bersikap tak wajar. Adit meminta bantuan sang kakak yang bernama Aldi, untuk menyelesaikan masalah yang terjadi dalam rumah itu. Namun, sebuah kenyataan pahit terungkap, jika sang kakak lah dalang dibalik semua kekacauan keluarga Adit.

Pour pouvoir sortir avec son assistante le jour de Noël, mon mari a mis des somnifères dans le lait de notre enfant. Lorsque j'ai emmené ce petit pauvre, qui avait une forte fièvre, à l'hôpital, je l'ai vu là-bas, portant cette femme dans ses bras. « Manon s'est fait une entorse, je viens l'accompagner pour consulter. » Oui, c'était son explication. Notre enfant était en train de subir une opération d'urgence, mais il semblait n'en avoir rien à faire. J'ai serré dans ma poche le billet de loterie gagnant de dix millions d'euros, et je me suis dit que c'était peut-être le moment de mettre fin à ces sept années de mariage.

Cahaya adalah anak Dewi dan Roni, pemeran utama Patung Kuda Di Rumah Mertua 1. Cahaya memiliki kelebihan yang tak biasa. Mata batinnya sudah terbuka sejak dia masih kecil. Orang bilang, indigo. Berbeda dengan anak indigo lainnya yang cenderung tertutup. Cahaya justru pribadi yang menyenangkan. Dia suka berteman dan selalu riang. Temannya juga bukan hanya manusia biasa, tapi dia juga berteman dengan makhluk astral. Kelebihannya, membuat banyak makhluk astral mendekat untuk meminta bantuan padanya, menyelesaikan masalah yang belum sempat mereka selesaikan semasa hidupnya. Hingga akhirnya, dia sampai pada masa lalu kelam keluarganya. Kisah dimana, sejarah patung kuda berawal.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they humiliated and murdered me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair with her lover at her wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.”

I was the real heiress in a case of a mistaken identity. Three months after my return, the imposter heiress disappeared.   My brother, Caleb Carter, accused me of jealousy, believing I had driven the fake heiress away. The disappointed look on my parents’ faces revealed their true thoughts.   I was confined in the basement, subjected to daily torture.   Even after my death, my family donated my brain to a research institution.   Later, I watched from heaven as my family broke down upon watching my memories.