"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...
"How?"
Feby answered the question with a shake of her head. Then she smiled wryly while staring at the darkened phone screen.
"Mas Ares may ... still have a meeting. So he can't be contacted from earlier," Feby muttered afterward.
"Are you sure?" asked the woman before her now. "It could be that he's busy with-"
"Mom!" cut Feby off quickly.
The middle-aged woman no longer continued her sentence especially when she saw Feby who had made a sour face.
"That's all right. Once again, I remind you not to expect too much."
After that, the atmosphere was silent because Feby chose to run to the room. She was shedding all the anxiety that she had been hiding alone.
It was already eleven o'clock at night. That means the man who has long been awaited has been freed from his busy schedule. Making Feby, who was still awake, quickly approached the nightstand.
[Already asleep, darling?]
Feby smiled after reading the message just now. Shortly after that, her cell phone rang.
"Hello, baby!" she squealed happily. "Where have you been? I've been waiting to hear from you for a day."
A whimper escaped Feby's sweet lips just like that. Expressing all the complaints as an outlet for being ignored by the person on the other side.
Not for long. Only about a minute because their time to chat was quite limited.
["Yes, sweetheart. I'm sorry. I thought the event was over until the afternoon. It turns out that Angga said it continued until dinner."]
Feby has not responded to this explanation. However, she began to switch their communication mode to a video call. Until in a few seconds, the man's handsome face appeared on her screen.
"Okay. I'm sorry."
["Thanks. Oh yeah. What's up today, hmm?"]
Instead of answering the question just now, Feby giggled to herself. Inevitably, her hand stroked her bulging belly.
"Our son, baby."
Feby's eyes sparkled brightly. As if to represent how excited she was to make the announcement. Hoping the same response would be seen on the man's face in front of the screen.
["Oh yeah?"]
As expected. Her husband was surprised while showing a cheerful smile. Feby then nodded her head. Even with great enthusiasm, she showed off the printout of the baby-to-be's photo attached to the sheet of her examination book.
"How is it? Are you happy?"
["Yes, darling, he'll be handsome like me."]
Feby also told what she heard from the doctor during the examination this afternoon. While her husband was still faithfully listening with a smile.
"I miss you, baby." Feby started to whine again.
[Feby] "Yes. Be patient. Later, if there is a suitable schedule, we will meet. Angga said that the Governor wants to come to the inauguration of the new project too. So we are still busy."]
Feby let out a resigned sigh. She knew very well that she couldn't force herself. Even he is also unlikely to catch up because of conditions that must be understood as well.
In the end, she gave in again for who knows how many times. Again, the longing that had been mounting had to be suppressed alone.
***
The news of an artist's pregnancy on the screen made Feby pursed her lips. There was a feeling of jealousy because she wanted her husband's presence by her side. Especially after a week ago, the man she loved had not given any news. So the pregnant woman looked gloomy.
"How does it feel, Feb? Living in wealth but lonely, right?"
The voice just now made Feby roll her eyes lazily. Instead of comforting her, her mother insinuated as well.
"This is my choice, Mom," Feby finally said.
Her mother nodded slowly. "I know, Feb. Regretting it won't be useful. After all, you're already pregnant like this."
If they continued, their conversation might get heated. Feby, who did not want to get involved in an argument, immediately changed the television channel in front of her eyes. Unfortunately what was selected was again the same news.
"Mom, do you want to watch? I'm already sleepy. If so, I'll leave the TV on," said Feby who had risen from her sitting position.
Her mother nodded. "Sleepy or ... want to hide in the room?"
"Whatever I want. Chatting with mom makes my heart hurt!" snapped Feby who was getting annoyed.
Luckily, her choice of action was sweet. Not long after, the cell phone rang. The screen displayed the name of the person she really missed.
[Feby] "Sorry, honey. I deliberately deactivated my phone just in case to be safe."]
"Hu um." Feby, who was still upset, exhaled harshly.
Hormonal changes during pregnancy made the beautiful woman have to be good at managing her mood. Even because her husband was not by her side at this time.
["Hey! Why are you silent again?"]
"What do you think, baby? I miss you but there's no cure!!!" whined Feby almost in tears.
["I'm sorry, it's not possible, honey."]
"When are you coming home, baby?"
In the end, the question that had never been thought of also came out of Feby's mouth. She didn't know why she could suddenly say it.
The atmosphere was suddenly silent. Feby had even shed her tears because of the feelings that were very difficult at this time. While on the other side, the man also lost his voice. Until then...
["Do I have to answer that question of yours?"]
"Sorry, Mas." Feby's tears became even more unstoppable. "I-I just miss you."
["You should realize yourself, Feb!!!"]
"What did you say?"
"Aziz? The stern man I've heard about from the neighbors' gossip? A 38-year-old widower with two teenage kids? Oh, it doesn't make any sense if it's really him." Alena couldn't wrap her head around her mother's order just now. She hoped it was just a dream, but unfortunately, it was about to become a reality soon. How could her peaceful life as a college student suddenly turn 180 degrees into a forced marriage with a widower?
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?
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?
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.
She thought she was the love of his life, and he became the love of her life that fateful day she had seen him at the pack's party. Selene Grace was only a replica of Alpha Leo's real mate, and when he spotted her, Leo immediately claimed her as his Luna in order to suppress the rumors of him being mateless. Being unable to conceive turns Selene's marriage into a nightmare, and as if that wasn't enough, Alpha Leo finally reunites with his long time lover and mate, rejecting a pregnant Selene as a result. 5 years later, Selene, a now successful doctor, receives an invitation to the moon shadow pack in order to rid the pack of a deadly disease which has struck it. Will Selene return back to the pack which had caused her so much pain, and what would she do when she realizes that she is mated to the Alpha who had betrayed her in the past?
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
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."
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."