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NO LOOKS OR BRAIN

作者: Titi_Love
last update 最終更新日: 2023-01-18 00:51:23

Megan stood looking out of the window overlooking the crisp gentle river. It had been two weeks since she went back to the Wayne residence and so far things had been quiet, like the calmness of the river outside. Beth never bothered with her and rarely spoke a sentence to her while Rich assumed that she didn't exist in that house.

Back in the countryside, Logan had tried to convince her to move in with him. He lived in a huge five-bedroom mansionette but only one of them was occupied. His master bedroom covered the whole second floor holding a huge jacuzzi, a small bar, and a walk-in closet.

Three guest rooms were on the first floor, all of them master bedrooms, and an extra bedroom was on the ground floor where the housekeeper lived.

Logan had enough space to accommodate Megan and her son and he was even willing to change schools for Benny and enroll him in the nearby private school. This would have worked well for Megan but she had never been one to take the easy way out. Moreover,
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  • THE ABANDONED WIFE   BABY STEPS TO REBUILDING TRUST

    The silence that followed Megan's outburst was a heavy, suffocating blanket, more profound than any of Dante's carefully constructed cold shoulders. It was the silence of shattered glass, of a foundation cracking under immense pressure. Dante stood there, the expensive suit a symbol of a life that no longer existed, his face a mask of shock. The woman screaming in front of him, her face streaked with tears and fury, was a stranger. This wasn't his "Megan"—his quiet, compliant wife. This was a raw, primal force he had unleashed with his neglect."A shattered, neglected emotional wreck that he himself had created with his own hands," a voice in his head whispered, the truth cutting through his bewilderment. He had been so focused on building the life, he'd forgotten the person living it.He slowly took off his suit jacket and placed it on a nearby chair, a gesture of surrender. The fight had been taken out of him. He wasn't angry; he was genuinely, terrifyingly lost. He had pushed his

  • THE ABANDONED WIFE   THE HOUSE OF CARDS COME TUMBLING DOWN

    The third trimester arrived, and with it came a new kind of terror for Megan. Her body, once her own, was now a swollen, unwieldy vessel, her once-carefree movements replaced by a slow, deliberate waddle. The mood swings were worse, a constant, unpredictable storm of tears and rage. All she wanted was to be left alone, to curl up in the quiet sanctity of her apartment and wait for the storm to pass.Dante, however, had other plans. His new business deal, secured thanks to a little help from Bill, had been finalized, and he was on top of the world. The pregnancy was now visible, a prominent swell beneath Megan's clothes, and he was obsessed with showing it off. The baby bump was a symbol of his success, a testament to his prowess as a provider and a man, and he wanted the world to see it."We have to go out, my love," he insisted one Friday evening, his face alight with an uncontainable joy. "A big dinner. A celebration. I want to show you off. I

  • THE ABANDONED WIFE   PREGNANCY MOOD SWINGS

    The weeks that followed were a blur of nausea, fatigue, and a profound emotional instability that Megan couldn't control. The quiet sadness she had so carefully kept hidden was now manifesting as a chaotic storm of emotions. The pregnancy hormones, a cruel and unpredictable force, had become a magnifying glass for her deepest anxieties. A happy, carefree moment could turn into a fit of inexplicable tears. A simple, well-intentioned suggestion from Dante could trigger a sudden, irrational rage.Dante, the master of control, was utterly ill-equipped to handle this new reality. He saw her mood swings not as a natural part of pregnancy, but as a problem to be solved, a flaw in his otherwise perfect blueprint. He would try to "fix" her with gifts—a new dress, a piece of jewelry, a box of chocolates. But his attempts only made things worse, making her feel like an object, a child to be appeased, rather than a woman in the midst of a profound, physical and emot

  • THE ABANDONED WIFE   WE CAN'T BE A CRUTCH FOR HER

    The morning after the celebration was a quiet and sober affair. The last echoes of Dante's champagne-fueled exuberance had faded, leaving behind a silence that felt heavier than before. The half-empty bottles on the counter and the discarded paper plates were a testament to the hollow performance of the previous night. Megan moved through the apartment like a ghost, her heart a heavy, leaden weight in her chest. The small, private comfort she had found in her phone call to her mother was now a distant memory, a fleeting moment of warmth in a cold and lonely world.Dante, however, was a man transformed. He bustled through the kitchen, a whirlwind of energy, completely oblivious to the strained atmosphere. The celebration, in his mind, had been a resounding success. He had shown his friends that he was a family man, a successful provider, and a husband on the precipice of an even greater future. The awkward silences and tense glances from Ben and Mike had

  • THE ABANDONED WIFE   A GATHERING OF STRANGERS AND GHOSTS

    The phone rang once, twice, a shrill, anachronistic sound that cut through the silence of the cafe. Megan’s hand trembled as she held the device, a sudden fear gripping her. What if her mother didn't answer? What if she answered and the sound of her voice, a voice so full of a love Megan had so recklessly cast aside, was more than she could bear? On the third ring, a gentle, familiar voice answered, tentative and laced with a weariness that went straight to Megan’s heart.“Hello?” Sarah’s voice was soft, questioning.Megan’s breath caught in her throat. For a moment, she couldn’t speak. The sheer weight of everything she had done, everything she had lost, pressed down on her.“Mom?” she finally managed to choke out, the word a fragile whisper.Silence on the other end. A long, agonizing pause where Megan could hear the soft static of the connection and the quickening beat of her own heart. Then, a sharp, disbelieving intake of breath.“Megan?” Sarah’s voice was different now, a mix

  • THE ABANDONED WIFE    A SILENT BEAUTIFUL ACCESSORY

    The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a soft, golden light on their bedroom. But for Megan, the room was shrouded in a shadow of profound uncertainty. She lay awake in Dante's arms, his hand resting gently on her stomach, his breath a warm, steady rhythm against her neck. The moment she had blurted out the news of her pregnancy, the emotional storm that had been raging between them had vanished, replaced by a radiant, almost blinding joy from Dante. He had been so ecstatic, so full of promises and affirmations, that it left no room for her own swirling fears.Dante woke, his eyes finding hers with a love so pure and overwhelming that it felt like another form of control. "Good morning, my love," he murmured, his voice husky. "And good morning to our little one." He kissed her forehead, then her lips, a tenderness in his touch that felt both sincere and suffocating. "I'm going to be a daddy."That day marked the beginning of a new

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