The first marriage ended because the husband could not provide mental support. The second household was also forced to run aground due to a gambling case. Even after the third time as a wife, Namira could not feel happy. Moreover, the sad memories of that first night made her traumatized to reopen herself. So, how will she live her life again?
"How is it? Legal?"
"SAH!"
The chants of prayer echoed around the room. The families and guests who were present now took turns congratulating Namira and her husband on their marriage.
"May this one last until your grandparents, Nam," said one of them.
"Yes, yes. You didn't make the wrong choice again. Amir is already the best," said another.
Namira smiled and nodded her head. She then turned to her husband who was now standing beside her and hoping that the Almighty would guide them to become the best couple until the hereafter.
"Don't keep looking at it, Sis. You're going to be misbehaving."
The words just now made Namira quickly avert her eyes. She was embarrassed because she was caught looking admiringly at the man who had legally become her husband.
"I still feel like I'm dreaming, honey," grinned Namira after trying to normalize her nervousness. "I didn't expect you to marry my sister, who had failed to get married twice. You're still single, handsome, and a good man too, but -"
"Don't feel inappropriate, baby," cut her husband quickly. "You're a great woman who should be happy. I'm happy to be your husband, dear."
The man named Amir now touched Namira's chin gently. Making the face that was reddened now look up slowly. Their gazes met at the same point, causing a throbbing in the chest.
The first night of marriage that would become history for them began to knit. Amir gave his wife's increasingly nervous forehead a long kiss.
"Amir and Namira. Our names seem to be a sign that sister and brother are soul mates," Amir said in between the process of introducing their bodies on that quiet night.
Namira nodded vaguely. "They say that a similar face means a soul mate."
"Hu um."
Unlike Namira, who was experienced in bed matters, this was Amir's first time. The young man who initially looked calm began to break out in a cold sweat as he gazed at his wife's beautiful curves.
"Why?" asked Namira who saw her husband slowly pulling away.
Amir did not answer. His hand began to feel the left side of his chest which was already causing pain. The man became breathless and his breathing became labored.
"Honey," he called in a soft voice.
Namira widened her eyes as soon as she saw Amir who was already lying unconscious. Her hands shook the man's body several times.
"Amir!" screamed Namira in a loud voice. "What's wrong?"
Unfortunately, the call went unanswered. Namira became panicked. Especially seeing her husband's eyes closed. She hurriedly grabbed her clothes and veil. Then she went out of the room.
"HELP!!! HELP!"
Namira ran until she stopped halfway up the stairs. Her vision was blurred by the tears streaming down her cheeks. The rising night made her voice ring loudly in her ears. Then several people appeared from below.
"What's wrong?"
Namira shook her head while sobbing. "Amir. He fainted."
"Huh?"
Everyone then ran to the bridal suite. Leaving Namira who fainted after being propped up by her mother-in-law in front of the room. Until then...
"Amir is dead."
No, it's not. It must have been a dream. There was no way her husband could have left that quickly. Namira shook her head strongly in disbelief at what she had just heard. She slowly stood up straight and walked through the crowd of people in the room.
Amir. The husband who was able to convince her to accept divine fate was lying stiff on the bed. Now the bed that was originally intended to be a witness on their wedding night has changed its function. The body of the man who had only been her priest for a few hours lay there lifeless.
"NO!" Namira approached and touched the pale face. "Wake up, honey! Don't leave me alone!"
Unfortunately, the call did not get any response. Namira sobbed even more and her hands began to pat the body that was no longer breathing.
"Sis, Amir is gone."
Namira didn't care at all. She was still trying to wake up her husband. They had just promised to be together. How could God just separate them? That was what was on her mind at the moment.
"How pity he is." Her mother-in-law quickly pulled Namira's body from there.
"No, Mom," Namira sobbed in what little voice she had left. "Mas Amir is probably tired from the party. He just needs to rest."
"No, you're wrong."
"No. You're Amir's mother. Can't you see that he's sleeping?"
The woman continued to shake her head and babble more incoherently. Until the next second, she squealed as someone covered her husband's face with a white cloth.
Namira was frozen in place. Her body was then dazed and could no longer respond to the words of the people around her who called out to her. She prayed silently that the angels would take her life soon.
"Dear, don't be sad. Forgive me who left you."
The sound of the Fajr call to prayer slowly awakened Namira. The woman swept her gaze across the room. It was quiet. Her smile slowly rose. It had all been a dream. She quickly chanted until she heard...
"Has passed away to the grace of God on behalf of Muhammad Amir Husein. Husband of Namira Hafsari...."
"WHAT??"
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The will read by the lawyer makes Vienna's life a nightmare. She never imagined that she would marry Ray - a cousin who was allegedly the son of her father's murderer. She wanted to run away from the harsh reality, but when she saw her mother her guts shrank and she ended up accepting the reality in front of her eyes. The girl vowed to avenge her father's death even at the expense of herself. Vienna's plan is certainly not easy considering that her cousin is also tough and has always been cold and cruel to her. Moreover, the man also has the support of a lover who is a partner of their family company. Who would have thought that love never chooses who it falls on. Vienna realizes that inside the hatred and resentment she nurtures, there are beautiful feelings for the man who has the title of her husband now. What will Vienna do this time? Will she continue her grudge or give up on Ray in the name of love?
"When are you coming home, baby?" "Do I have to answer that question?" If I could choose my destiny, I'd like to live a simple life as long as I could see my husband every day. However, regrets always come too late. Mas Ares will never be able to come home because...
Amanda's return to the country was greeted by sad news. She lost her beloved sister. The grave was still wet, but her papa urged her to get married. Not with the man she loved. However, with a widower who was none other than her late sister's husband. She wanted to ask for his blessing to marry her lover, but the situation made things complicated. Amanda never expected to be presented with such a surprising request. Marry a former brother-in-law and become a birth mother to a month-old baby girl? It was both ridiculous and sad considering their ages. But how could she refuse? "Everywhere there is a sugar baby or sugar daddy, while I'm a sugar mommy. Radit is too young to be my husband. This is crazy!"
"I'm willing to be a daddy to your son, but don't ever expect me to treat you like a wife." To realize her son's dream of having a daddy, Lily is willing to enter into a contract marriage with Keenan, who also happens to be desperate to find a wife to inherit his family's company. An agreement was made where the relationship between the two would appear harmonious only in front of the child. However, they cannot resist the fate that has fostered unusual feelings. Unfortunately, the appearance of a past figure is also inevitable. Making it hard for both of them to go further. Will Lily and Keenan stay together? Or will each of them choose to give up when there is no more reason to survive?
After being diagnosed by a doctor that she got MRKH syndrome, the content of which is not getting pregnant and bearing a baby, Serena Queen Adhisty is going to be frustrated. She decided to go away from Barra, her boyfriend. And eleven years later destiny made Serena and Barra meet in the same company. She was shocked and did not know that her ex-boyfriend was the general manager there. Serena wants to move from the company. Unfortunately, she is trapped by Barra.
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
To the public, Arabella was Owen's trusty secretary who catered to all his needs and served as the primary blood donor of his beloved, who was in a coma. Behind closed doors, she was Owen's submissive wife. Arabella was quiet and obedient, and she endured every humiliation without a word of protest. Rumored to be a neat freak, Owen had tossed the last woman who had dared to kiss him into the river. Yet he pinned Arabella against the wall and demanded, "Give me a child, and I’ll let you go!" Arabella pushed him away and flashed him a cold smile. "You are not worthy!"
Eliza Greer was abandoned by her mother, raised in an orphanage, and sold to the Burns family at 19. Even though she marries Mason Burns, the other people in the Burns family look down on her for her poor identity and want to try every way to bully her. Unexpectedly, they all failed. Eliza's hidden identities are gradually revealed in one incident after another, which astonishes everyone.
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
While Sienna reached the pinnacle of her success, Julian remained the forgotten son of his family, the one who had secretly stolen her first kiss in the shadows of the night. As Sienna hit her darkest moment, Julian returned home, leaving his life behind, only to witness her tears glistening in the moonlight as she reluctantly accepted another man's proposal. When Sienna needed Julian more than ever, he had risen to a position of power and had become her most steadfast pillar of support. "Please marry me." There was no one else in the world who could love Sienna as deeply as Julian did.
We've been married for three years, but I've never truly had his love. When his childhood sweetheart returned, just as promised, all I was met with were the cold, glaring divorce papers. "If I were carrying our child, would you still choose to divorce?" I asked, holding onto the faintest glimmer of hope, making one last desperate plea. His response, as expected, was just as cold as ever. "Yes." I closed my eyes, choking back tears, and finally chose to let go-to honor his decision. Years later, my heart had turned to ash. Lying in a hospital bed, I trembled as I signed the divorce papers. "Alexander, from this moment on, we owe each other nothing..." What I never saw coming was the ruthless, decisive CEO kneeling at my bedside, his voice hoarse, almost broken, as he pleaded, "Vivienne, don't divorce me... please."