Batman: No Way Home

During the holidays, I've worked my ass off just to whip up a feast filled with my wife, Willow Steele's favorite dishes. But soon, my mother-in-law pulls out a paternity test report and announces with a smile that the birth father of my daughter, Naomi Johnson, is actually Willow's childhood sweetheart, Luther Lloyd. Everyone bursts into laughter before saying teasingly that "no wonder Naomi looks so much like Luther". Willow's father even pats Luther on the shoulder while looking at him as though the latter were a part of the family. What stings my heart the most is that Willow is laughing so hard that she can barely stand up straight. So, that leaves her clinging to Luther while she taps Naomi on the forehead with a finger. "Go on, call Mr. Lloyd 'daddy.' He's your real dad, after all." Naomi, who has always kept me at an arm's length, rushes into Luther's arms without hesitation and starts calling him "daddy" sweetly. I fall silent for a moment as I watch everything unfold. Then, I draw to my feet and look at Willow. "Let's get a divorce." But Willow just chuckles icily in return. "Must you go that far? My mom was just joking around." When I'm about to leave, Willow turns to tell the others, "He's just being ridiculous. Once I give him the cold shoulder for a few days, he'll still beg me to return to his side pathetically." But what Willow doesn't know is that I've chosen to endure everything she's hurled at me out of love in the past. Now, I want nothing more than to leave her permanently.

Cuando tenía nueve años, quedé atrapada en una explosión mientras intentaba salvar a Joel Yorks, en donde la onda expansiva me arrebató la audición, por lo que, desde entonces, he tenido que usar audífonos. Joel se sintió tan culpable, que Insistió en pedirme la mano, y, con los ojos llenos de lágrimas, juró: —Helen, cuidaré de ti el resto de mi vida. Sin embargo, cuando cumplí dieciocho… todo cambió, porque él quería complacer a la chica más bonita de la escuela. Por esto, delante de ella y de todos nuestros compañeros, me arrancó el audífono, mientras decía con total desprecio: —Estoy harto de que seas una carga. De verdad desearía que no hubieras sobrevivido aquel día cuando tenías nueve años. Habría sido mejor que estuvieras muerta. Apreté mi informe audiológico y guardé silencio. Al llegar a casa, revisé en silencio mis solicitudes universitarias y, junto con mis padres, rompí formalmente el compromiso. A partir de entonces, Joel y yo seguiríamos caminos separados. No volveríamos a encontrarnos.

" How about I burst your bubble?" With that I landed my hot fists on his handsome face, causing the Billionaire Godlike man to stagger on his feet. " Let's see who lick whose shoes then.." I smirked and pulled him by the collar of his shirt. "Kiss the floor I walk on, Wesley Cooper."

In the seventh year of my engagement with Nathan Galloway, he has inherited everything from his dead older brother, including his newly widowed sister-in-law, Catherine Wilkins. Whenever Nathan is done sleeping with Catherine, he'll hug me and comfort me gently. "Just wait for a little longer, Jojo. Once Cathy gets pregnant, we'll have our own wedding." This is the Galloways' only condition for Nathan to inherit the family's assets. In the six months following his return to Ravelton, Nathan has visited Catherine's room 52 times. He initially started off with just one visit per month. But slowly, the visits have been increasing to the point that he now visits her once every two days. Finally, when I spend my 52nd sleepless night sitting in my room and waiting for Nathan's return, I receive the news of Catherine's pregnancy. But at the same time, the news of Nathan and Catherine's upcoming marriage breaks out as well. "Mommy, is someone getting married in this household?" As I stare at the wedding decorations in the villa, I just pull my son, Theo Huber, into a hug with a blank expression. "Yeah. Your daddy is about to marry the woman he loves. That's why it's time for us to move out." What Nathan doesn't know is that we Melshes couldn't care less about marriage.

Após oito anos de relacionamento, Inês Alves passou de deusa idealizada na mente de Ibsen Serpa para alguém de quem ele mal podia esperar para se livrar. Foram três anos de esforço, até que Inês esgotou o último resquício de sentimento por ele. Finalmente, ela desistiu e foi embora. No dia da separação, Ibsen riu friamente: — Inês, estou esperando você voltar e me pedir para reatar. Mas o que ele esperou, esperou e o que veio, na verdade, foi o anúncio do casamento de Inês. Consumido pela raiva, ele ligou para Inês: — Já terminou essa palhaçada? Do outro lado da linha, uma voz masculina e grave respondeu: — Sr. Serpa, minha noiva está no banho, não pode atender sua ligação agora. Ibsen soltou um riso frio e desligou na hora, convencido de que aquilo não passava de mais um joguinho de Inês, querendo chamar sua atenção. Só no dia do casamento de Inês, ao vê-la vestida de noiva, buquê nas mãos caminhando em direção a outro homem, Ibsen finalmente se deu conta de que Inês realmente não o queria mais. Num acesso de loucura, correu até Inês: — Inês, eu sei que errei, não case com outro, por favor! Inês ergueu a barra do vestido e passou por ele: — Sr. Serpa, você não disse que você e Mayra eram feitos um para o outro? Veio ajoelhar no meu casamento para quê?

Con veinticinco semanas de embarazo, Julieta García descubrió la infidelidad de su esposo durante una revisión prenatal. Con el cuerpo hinchado por la gestación y un aspecto descuidado, sostenía con dificultad su vientre abultado, mientras la joven amante de su marido la llamaba esa mujer. Delante de todos, él la miraba con un desdén abierto Pero la primera vez que Julieta conoció a Héctor Gómez, ella también fue el centro de todas las miradas, admirada y rodeada de halagos. Convencido de que ella había logrado casarse con él gracias a esa relación, Héctor tomó la iniciativa de divorciarse. En ese instante, su corazón murió por completo. Desde los años universitarios hasta el mundo laboral, ocho años de amor silencioso y de entrega absoluta demostraron no valer nada. Tras dar a luz, Julieta firmó el acuerdo de divorcio y se marchó sin volver la vista atrás. *** Cinco años después. Ella se había convertido en una poderosa empresaria multimillonaria. Era deslumbrante, segura de sí misma, talentosa, y no le faltaban pretendientes. El mismo Héctor, que en su momento insistió en divorciarse, nunca llegó a recoger el certificado de divorcio. Julieta presentó entonces una demanda judicial. Héctor, que antes la despreciaba, empezó a aferrarse a ella y, frente a cada pretendiente que se le acercaba, respondía con una venganza implacable. Hasta que Julieta apareció del brazo de otro hombre y anunció su compromiso. Héctor la acorraló contra la pared, fuera de control, y le espetó con voz ronca: —¿Casarte con otro hombre? Ni lo sueñes.

[Is it wrong to fall in love with someone who already belongs to another?] One day, a post I stumbled upon caught my eye. The most liked comment was a brazen boast from a self-proclaimed mistress: [Dating isn't marriage. If you can steal the heart of someone taken, you deserve to keep it. If they don't love their partner enough to stay loyal, their partner is the real outsider in the relationship.] [I took my husband from another woman. He was just a broke college student back then, but I knew who he really was. He's the only son of the country's wealthiest man!] [His ex only knew how to study and work. She had no idea how to keep a man. How unfortunate! I heard she never even got her diploma. Her life must be miserable now.] I stared at the comment for a long time because I recognized the woman who wrote it. Her name was Camila. She was talking about me. Miserable? I was now a famous attorney, renowned for never having lost a case, and I had also adopted a sweet daughter. My life was anything but 'miserable'. I blocked the author of the comment and assumed our paths would never cross again. However, fate had other ideas. While taking my daughter for her passport application, I ran into some people from my past in the most dramatic way possible. Camila used her position to make things difficult for me. My ex-boyfriend Alexander stood by her side and even threatened me, phone in hand. "Apologize to my wife, or I'll have my father hire that so-called 'Victory Queen'. We'll sue you until you lose everything!" I smiled and said, "Go ahead and call that lawyer." The next second, my phone rang.

This is the ninth year Dante and I have honored the Month of No Masters. The Corinni family's heir apparent believes this will make our relationship last longer. For one month after our dating anniversary each year, he is free, and we stay out of each other's lives. If either of us finds someone more suitable, we are to wish them well. If not, we go back to the way things were after a month. Around me, the men of the family are spraying champagne with abandon. "To another year of freedom! Congratulations to our Underboss on reclaiming his bachelor status!" "The family betting pool is open! Place your bets on the left if you think they'll still get married, and on the right if you think it's over for good!" Through the hazy cigar smoke, I sat on the corner of a leather sofa, a cold observer, as if this whole farce had nothing to do with me. Dante's hand was curled around Scarlett's waist as he brushed past me, whispering, "Don't get any ideas. You'll always be my only Donna." "I'm a kite. No matter how far I fly, the string is always in your hand." I pressed my cold fingers against the gentle swell of my belly, my expression a blank mask. Dante, this time at the family's betting table, I'm putting my money on "the end." I'm going to vanish from your world completely. That kite string you're so proud of? Tonight, I'm cutting it myself.

All my life, I have been trapped in the shadow of my sister, Selene. She was the Silver Moon Pack's Daughter of Moonlight, blessed by the Moon Goddess, the prize every Alpha coveted. What she didn't know was that this time, I had been blessed as well. I was reborn on the night of my mating ceremony. Just as in my past life, she smiled that harmless smile, insisting on giving me the first choice of a mate, maintaining her perfect facade of a generous and doting sister in front of everyone. This time, however, I wouldn't give her the chance. In my last life, I genuinely believed she had my best interests at heart. I foolishly gave her the first choice and chose Alpha Damien of the Black Forest Pack, a man who suffered from Moon Sickness, sending him into frequent, uncontrollable rages. I gave up my birthright within the pack and became the balm for his violent wolf, staying by his side every moment like a full-time caretaker, even though he never offered me a single ounce of a mate's affection. It was not until a Rogue wolf attacked during the celebration for Selene's heir that he attempted to use dark magic to steal her unborn pup's spirit. In that instant, the Alpha who everyone believed had been lost to madness for years was suddenly lucid. He lunged forward to protect Selene, but in his haste, he accidentally pulled me into the path of the dark magic. The spell struck me instead, crippling my wolf spirit. Only then did I finally understand. He had never truly suffered from Moon Sickness. His pack had never seen him as a discarded monster. He had feigned madness only because he knew he could never have Selene's love and refused to bond with anyone but her. In my final moments, he apologized to me. "Forgive me, Elara." "I could never let anything happen to Selene. I'll repay you in my next life." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night our father ordered us to choose our destined mates. This time, they were the ones begging for my love.

The night before our Mating Ceremony, my fated mate, Alpha Ryker of the Howling Moon Pack, ordered me to give him the Moon Soul Crystal—the very thing that protected my pack, the Willow Creek Pack. He said he needed it to power up the Howling Moon Pack's Blood Moon Altar. He also promised he'd keep me and my people safe. But he didn't know that we, the healers of the Willow Creek Pack, can only create one Moon Soul Crystal in our entire lives. Making one takes a crazy amount of moon energy. It's the treasure that keeps our pack alive. My mother, worried about me using up my moon energy while I was pregnant, gave up her own Moon Soul Crystal instead. But just three months after Ryker and I were mated, she got sick, fast. She was dying. I knelt in front of Ryker, crying, begging him for the Silverleaf Herb from the Howling Moon's forbidden grounds. It was the only thing that could save my mom. But he just looked at me, his eyes full of disappointment, and kicked me away. "I asked for the Moon Soul Crystal to test you," he snarled. "And just as I thought, you married me for our pack's treasures! Your mother's not sick. You're making it all up!" "You don't deserve to be the Luna of the Howling Moon Pack!" It wasn't until after my mother died, when he was arguing with me, trying to kick me out of the pack, that my mother's things fell and scattered everywhere. Her Soul Stone, the symbol of a wolf's spirit, shattered. That's when he finally realized he was wrong. He fell to his knees, begging me not to leave, crying for me to forgive him.