Amberlyn Sonnet

A car accident robbed Nadira of her memory, leaving her to mistakenly believe that Aditya was her true love.

She married into wealth, only to find herself trapped in a living nightmare. Her sister Aisha's schemes, her husband's icy cruelty, the dehumanizing abuse in prison, the wrongful conviction, and the terminal diagnosis all drove her to despair.

"Countdown," Adi started counting down, "Five, four..."
Bang. Nadi bent her knees. Her knees hit the cold, hard cement surface with a loud sound. The rainwater in the puddles splashed high.
"Aisha, I was wrong."
"Louder!" Adi ordered Nadi, even pressing her neck to make her kowtow.
Nadi's heart ached desperately as the man who had loved her for many years forced her to kowtow to Aisha, the real culprit behind all this self-directed drama.
She was wrong. She shouldn't have fallen in love with Adi!
If she hadn't loved Adi, would all this not have happened?

In the end, she took her own life, bringing a tragic close to her suffering existence.

Reborn with the memories of her past life, Nadira vowed to change her destiny. She performed on the streets, hoping to reunite with Reza, the man she had truly loved in her previous existence.

Their love transcended time and space, blossoming anew, from the sweetness of their school days to the solemn exchange of wedding vows. Reza enveloped her in unwavering devotion, building a fortress of happiness around her. Meanwhile, Aditya, also reborn, could only watch from the shadows, consumed by regret and longing.

Reincarnation: No Longer Your Love's Replacement

Adi's angry shout instantly grabbed Nadi's attention. 


But Hasan was the first to react. He spun around and stepped in front of Nadi, completely abandoning his usual gentle demeanor. "Adi, show some respect for her! Do you think you can just throw your life away? You have no idea that she's almost..." 


Before the word "dead" could leave his lips, Nadi cut him off with a sharp cry. "Dr. Wijaya!" 


At that exact moment, the door to the ward burst open, and a nurse rushed in. "Dr. Wijaya, I've been looking everywhere for you! One of your patients is having a rejection reaction. You need to come right now!" 


Hasan's face was grim, but he shot a worried glance at Nadi, his brows knitted tightly together with concern. 


"Dr. Wijaya, the patient needs you!" Nadi urged, her voice firm. 


Hasan hesitated but knew he couldn't ignore his duty as a doctor. 


"There's no time to waste, Dr. Wijaya! Let's go!" The nurse tugged at Hasan's arm, pulling him toward the door. 


Don't Touch The Baby!