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"I'd rather you fall for me willingly. I'm not going to make you. See me for who I am and love me for that but not for who I try to be to get you to fall." "Alright then." "And until then, Are you going to leave..." "Until then, we go back to the good old days. The sixties." He interjected. "Sixties?" "We're going to go with the flow, Tiny." "Tiny. Been a while since I heard you call me that." She smiled. "Mmm. Someone noticed. It means you secretly loved to be called that." "No way. Who likes to be belittled." "Go on! Deny it."

Coming back home. To be continued...

Then the music changed. My fingers tightened around the stem of my glass before I could stop myself. I knew that song. The first note hit me harder than it should have. Something in my chest tightened before I could stop it. The song pulled me backward for a second — to a version of myself that existed before the penthouse, before the ring, before I learned how quiet a person could become inside a marriage. I looked down at my glass and took a slow breath. The kind you take when you absolutely cannot lose composure in public.

She looked at me carefully. "You know..." "What?" "I haven't seen you smile like this since college." The words made me pause. Back then, I had laughed all the time. Dreamed all the time. Believed in impossible things. Maybe that girl hadn't disappeared after all. Maybe she'd simply been waiting for me to come back. --- As the orchestra changed to a slower melody, the dance floor began filling with couples. Lucas looked at me. "Dance?" I laughed. "I haven't danced in years."

Didn't matter. Luke was gonna die soon anyway. If he could be a little happier before that, fine. Worth it. See? I'm that devoted. Girls like me? Rare. I just didn't expect that idiot Cody to turn on me. He reported me. This time, I couldn't run. Ten years. Ten. By the time I got out, I was pushing forty. And Luke? Not dead. Not even close. He was thriving. LQ Corp was gone. It was Langford Corp now.

“It’s not like you’re going to win. Just show up, that’s all.” Then, with mocking emphasis, he added, “Oh, and bring those three little supermodel babies of yours.” But he forgot to hang up. In the background, his friends jeered, “See? Your wife’s so obedient. Even if you told her to walk into fire, she’d do it!” Natalie’s faint laughter carried through the line. I let out a cold laugh of my own. “We’ll make sure both you and Miss Natalie remember us well.” Backstage at the Supermodel Showdown, Natalie leaned on Jared’s arm and whispered, “I’m still a little nervous about Clarissa…”

The seven years between Liam and me turned out to be nothing but a cruel joke. After the treatment finally ended, I returned to the home I had shared with Liam. As I looked at everything that once felt warm and sweet, all I could feel was deep mockery. I walked through every corner of the house, remembering all the moments Liam and I had shared. We used to be a loving couple, inseparable from each other. But when did it all start to change? Probably since that woman named Eva came back. "Lily! Are you okay? Eva was seriously hurt. I'll take her to the hospital soon. Please take care of yourself."

"But honestly, he's just a mere option for me, a backup, if you will. Why settle for pining over one man when I can have fun with all kinds of men?" On the recording, June's furious voice erupted. "You shameless thing! Aren't you afraid of getting karma?" Gillian let out a mocking laugh, and then the recording cut off. Sebastian stood there in stunned silence. This was nothing like the image he had constructed in his mind. June patted him heavily on the shoulder and said earnestly, "I don't know what kind of spell she cast on you, but Gillian's not the sweet girl you thought she was.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.