Novel & Cerita All The Wrong Places

“As it should be.” Neither man realized that they were standing on opposite sides of the same misunderstanding. William believed Raymond was confirming the match with Sarah Kensington. Raymond believed William was speaking about Marilyn. Both were satisfied. Both were certain. And neither suspected the disaster quietly building beneath their feet.

He got my test center wrong, yet somehow you've managed to make it my fault? Behind her, Lewis sniffled softly. "Please don't argue because of me. This is all my fault..."

This engagement is off. Everyone was stunned.

What the fuck is wrong with me? ------

What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being What's wrong with being confident? What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being What's wrong with being confident? What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being What's wrong with being confident? So you say I'm complicated But you've had me underrated What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being What's wrong with being confident? What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being What's wrong with being confident? What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being

But something wasn't right. It didn't feel right at all. #

Some mistakes cost you the people who loved you most. And Irina Solace had been the wrong woman to lose. ⸻ Later that night, Irina sat alone in her apartment bathroom. The small white stick rested on the counter. Her heart pounded. Once. Twice. Again. She looked down. Then froze. Positive. The world tilted. Her hand instinctively moved to her stomach. And for the first time that evening… She smiled. A tear slipped down her cheek. Followed by another. Not from fear. Not from sadness.

The words hitted me louder than a bomb. “No…” I whispered, shaking my head immediately, the denial coming instinctively, desperately. “No, this is wrong. There’s a mistake. This can’t be right.” “There’s no mistake,” Adrien said coldly. I looked up at him, panic rising so fast it felt like it was choking me. “Adrien, listen to me,” I said quickly, stepping closer, my voice breaking despite my effort to stay calm. “There has to be something wrong with this report. After everything that’s happened, after the fake bottle test, you can’t just trust this without questioning it—”

“I told you. Dress fitting.” “The boutique said you never showed up.” He stepped closer. “So I’ll ask again. Where were you, Isolde?” Arwen’s heart hammered. “I got confused about the time. I went to the wrong...” “Stop.” His voice was hard. “Just stop lying. Please.” The word “please” broke something in her. She opened her mouth, closed it. What could she possibly say? Caelum’s jaw tightened. “My study, now.”