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.

Siapa yang tidak ingin bertahan lama dalam menjalani sebuah hubungan rumah tangga? Mempunyai suami dan juga anak-anak yang lucu adalah impian sederhana bagi setiap wanita. Namun, nasib malang kini menimpa Thalisa. Ia dinyatakan mandul oleh dokter. Hidupnya berubah mencekam, penuh tekanan dan juga hinaan dari ibu mertuanya. Wira sebagai suaminya pun melepas tanggungjawab atas Thalisa. Ia meninggalkan Thalisa demi perempuan lain yang bisa memberinya keturunan untuk mewariskan segala kekayaannya.

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.

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.

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?

Ma belle-mère a eu un accident de voiture et est entrée en salle d'urgence. J'ai passé plus de vingt appels à mon mari qui est avocat avant qu'il ne réponde. « Qu'est-ce que tu fais encore ? Camille a eu un problème, je l'ai aidée. Arrête de faire des histoires. » J'ai retenu mes larmes et je lui ai dit que maman avait eu un accident et que j'avais besoin de cent mille euros. Mais il a cru son premier amour et m'a répondu méchamment : « En quoi l'accident de ta mère me concerne ? N'essaie pas de me soutirer de l'argent pour ta famille. Laisse-moi tranquille, je suis occupé. » Il a raccroché brutalement et ma belle-mère n'a pas survécu à l'opération. Mais trois jours plus tard, au tribunal, j'ai vu mon mari plaider éloquemment en faveur de son pemier amour, accusée de conduite en état d'ivresse. Grâce à son éloquence, il a fait acquitter son ex en invoquant un manque de preuves. J'ai été anéantie et je lui ai demandé le divorce dès la fin de l'audience. Mais il a paniqué. « Ma mère t'a toujours bien traitée ! Si tu divorces, elle sera triste ! » J'ai éclaté de rire froidement et je lui ai jeté à la figure les factures de l'hôpital et le certificat de décès. Idiot, il ne savait même pas encore qu'il n'avait plus de mère.

"Hi there, I'd like to emigrate." Christina stood at the counter and handed over the neatly prepared documents to the clerk on the other side of the glass. The clerk quickly stamped each page. The red ink spread like tiny ripples on still water. Then, without looking up, he pulled out another form and passed it back to her. "Ma'am, your paperwork will be processed in fifteen days." Christina nodded, turned on her heel, and headed for the exit. But before she could step outside, whispers trailed after her. "Did I see that right? Mrs. Waldorf is applying for emigration? Did she have a squabble with Mr. Waldorf?" "Even if they argued, would it go this far? Mr. Waldorf practically worships her. What could possibly make her leave so decisively?" "Exactly. Five years ago, their wedding was the event of the century. Even someone like me, who barely goes online, heard about it. And three years ago, after her car accident, the blood bank ran out of stock. Mr. Waldorf ignored everyone's objections and nearly drained himself to save her. Then, just last year, when she disappeared for an hour, he mobilized every media outlet worldwide to find her. Now she's leaving without a word—won't that drive him insane?" The murmurs swirled and lingered, but Christina only smiled faintly. Her expression was calm, but her eyes darkened with a bitterness that deepened with every step. Yes, she thought. Everyone knew just how much Lucien Waldorf loved her.

I go ice fishing with my husband, and we encounter a snowstorm and hailstorm. The mountainside villa has no sustenance and power, and he takes my down jacket to keep his former superior warm. I'm three months pregnant, and my daughter is having a high fever. However, he pushes us out of the villa to look for wild vegetables. Why? Because his former superior wants to eat them. He probably has no idea that I've come to this villa countless times to prepare his anniversary gift. Later, my daughter ends up mentally disabled from the high fever. I finally get my hands on proof of his under-the-table dealings with his former superior. I destroy him before he's promoted!

My roommate branded herself as an influencer against beauty standards, vowing to free girls from appearance anxiety. Strangely, whenever she stayed up late partying and broke out in pimples, they would appear on my face instead. When she fooled around and caught an infection, the rashes spread across my body. The more radiant she became, the more monstrous I looked. People recoiled from me. Friends cut me off. My own boyfriend, before a crowd, told me I should just die. Then my roommate got pregnant, yet it was my stomach that swelled like I was eight months along, scarred with terrifying stretch marks. She, meanwhile, looked more flawless than ever, appearing barefaced on camera to encourage girls not to fear their looks. I knew something was not right. When I tried to dig for answers, my roommate and boyfriend trapped me in a basement. They tortured me until I died. Only then did I learn the truth. He owned a cursed amulet that shifted all her pain onto me. The moment I opened my eyes, I was back on our first day of college together. This time, the game is mine. I'll make sure they pay.

To encourage overall development, the kindergarten had asked each student to create a hand-drawn poster. My daughter Holly refused my help and insisted on doing it all on her own. Little did I know, most of the other children had their parents do the artwork for them. In comparison, Holly's delicate strokes were quickly dismissed. Not only was her work discarded into the trash, but her teacher also called her out in the parent group, criticizing her for being careless with the assignment. As I racked my brain trying to figure out how to help Holly regain her confidence in drawing, I was surprised to see Holly's artwork among the winning entries in the state-level children's art competition. But the signature wasn't hers—it belonged to another student from her class.