Novel & Cerita All The Wrong Places

“You heard me right. That's what I said. Keep calm and enjoy wealth. Do you lack anything in your life? Why should the DNA results you saw cause you to panic?” I asked. “Is the child going to take your place as the first wife? The answer is no! So what then is your problem? Keep shut,” I hollered. She seems betrayed and hurt. But I never betrayed her either. Everything happened by accident. I never knew when I impregnated that stranger. Called Sofia. It's a mistake. I think I was drunk.

“I picked up the wrong girl that night then. I thought you would think highly of me.” “So conceited! Just because the whole of New York thinks you’re a god, doesn’t mean I do, too.” “And you were the one that mattered.” He shook his head. “Damn! I think I made a move on the wrong girl that night.” She raised a brow. “Okay, so you’re sorry now? All right. I won’t put up a fight!” she snapped and started to stand up from the bed. He pulled her back and pinned her between his body and the mattresses.

“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..."

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

"I did my best But I guess my best wasn't good enough Cause here we are Back where we were before Seems nothin' ever changes We're back to being strangers Wondering if we ought to stay Or head on out the door Just once Can we figure out what we keep doin' wrong Why we never last for very long What are we doin' wrong? Just once..."

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.”

That word said everything. It meant Mary had noticed something long ago but she never took it seriously. Maybe she even allowed it to happen, convincing herself it was just harmless fun. I couldn’t stop laughing. “When disappointment cuts deep enough, sometimes all that’s left is laughter,” I thought bitterly. Ben took a step forward. “We were wrong,” he said coldly, “but you’re not innocent either. For three years, I thought about sending you back to your old town. I was even willing to give you money, as much as you wanted. But you were too greedy.”