From One Night Stand To Unwanted Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Daisy-Belle's povThe music blares loudly, and the girls are dancing to its rhythm. The ambiance in the nightclub is a blend of joy, freedom, enthusiasm, and a certain kind of sexual tension.However, I find no happiness among the crowd. I wish to drown my sorrows in alcohol, and I can see my best friend, Pam, watching me with pity."I hate him, Pam. I really do," I say as I hastily consume the last drops of my drink."Babe, you need to let it go. Let's enjoy this night," she advises, placing her hand on my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me, but I remain inconsolable.Tears are now streaming down my face, and I can tell Pam is growing weary of repeating that everything will be okay.She wanted to have a good time at the party, but having me around is ruining the atmosphere for her. She probably regrets bringing me here. I'm aware she suggested the party as a way to cheer me up, but I'm feeling miserable."I'll deal with him when I see him next," I announce and let out a burp while

Daisy-Belle's Pov"Will you be my date tonight, Belle?" Tony's question catches me off guard. My mind races as I blink, trying to process the various thoughts that flood in.I'm still trying to recover from my recent breakup with my ex-boyfriend. I had no desire to see him after he ended our relationship, and I hadn't seen him since. But now, an inexplicable desire to confront him, even if only once, wells up in me. I need to know the genuine reason behind his decision to break my heart.I had given him everything – my heart, body, and soul. I loved him wholeheartedly, but all he did was shatter my heart into countless pieces. I'm still picking up the fragments, attempting to mend them. I'm holding onto the hope that one day, my heart will heal.Tony's invitation to go on a date is stirring up the pain of my past. Three months have passed since Cameron broke up with me, yet the pain remains as fresh as if it had happened only a day ago. The wound is still raw, still stinging in my hea

Mila's POVSex with Zayden is consistently exhilarating, and I can't seem to get enough of him. It's been a week since we indulged in an office affair, and I'm eagerly anticipating more of these rendezvous.A satisfied grin plays on my lips as I drive into the company premises. I've got plans, and I'm steadily working towards them. If everything goes my way, Zayden will be mine for good. This is the dream I'm chasing.I've dressed in a brown straight skirt paired with a white blouse. My black stiletto heels and light brown handbag complete my attire, matching the elegant look I want to project. I know Zayden will be inside; he's a dedicated workaholic.The night Zayden and I first crossed paths, we were strangers, yet he looked oddly familiar. I discreetly snapped a picture of his handsome face while he slept, and I headed home the next day after a passionate night together.When my mother saw his picture on my phone, she recognized him. It turns out that Zayden's father and my father

Daisy-Belle perspective I'm getting ready for school, recalling the conversation I had with my mom yesterday. Although I don't entirely agree with her advice, I understand her financial struggles. I put on ripped blue jeans, a white shirt, a brown duster jacket, and gray sneakers. After dressing, I check my appearance in the mirror and apply some makeup. I bid my mom farewell, head outside, and flag down a cab, fortunate to find one quickly. A short ride later, I arrive at the campus, pay the cab fare, and enter. Today, I plan to speak with my friend Pamela about my pregnancy and my decision.Pamela is a supportive friend who doesn't pressure me to reveal things I'm not ready to discuss, unlike my mom. She knows I'll confide in her when I'm prepared. This is something Pamela has understood about me that my mom hasn't. I want to talk, and Pamela is the person I trust to share my fears with. She doesn't pick me up from home every day, and today is one of those days.Before I know it, I

Daisy-Belle's Perspective (POV):I watch as Tony walks away, my heart heavy with the disgust he showed me. I can't understand why I'm feeling this way about Tony, but his look has made me feel cheap and worthless."Belle," Pamela returns to my side. She places her hand on my shoulder, waiting for me to lift my head. She must think I'm crying, but I'm not. I want to cry, but no tears come. I'm tired of crying, tired of the problems that keep surfacing. I'm fed up with everything, and I feel like ending it all. One single mistake of mine has brought nothing but shame."Belle?" She calls again."Did you see the way he looked at me?" I ask, raising my head to question her."It doesn't matter," she shakes her head."What?" I exclaim. "It doesn't matter? He's going to tell everyone, he won't like me anymore," I nearly yell.She thinks for a moment before asking me, "Do you like him?"I realize my previous statement was wrong. I'm not even sure if I like Tony, but the idea of him not botheri