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“It is just a novel.” “It. Is. Just. A. Novel.” He picked a fluffy romance book and thrust it into my hands forcefully. “But, it can affect your mood. So, you are allowed to read only those stories that make you happy.” I bit my lower lip as I browsed through the pages of the book; briefly glancing at the ending. What Kain didn’t understand was that such happy endings hurt more than the tragic ones. They filled me with a longing I knew could never be fulfilled. They reminded me of everything that I could never have.

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I said, my breath coming in short gasps as if I ran a marathon. I walked out of the department and headed to the restroom. Turning the doorknob, my jaw dropped as I saw an unimaginable scene; Raymond’s lips were pressed on the lady I met at Ralph’s birthday party. I watched the horrific as a searing pain spread through my chest. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. “Is my existence a curse? Everyone and everything I love deserts me. Don’t I deserve to be loved?” I chose to forgive him even when I doubted his confession. Why can't I be accorded a little respect as his wife?

And he gives her the newspaper that in the social section and in half page, announced the marriage next Sunday of the prestigious university professor, with the society lady and daughter of a successful businessman, Miriam sees it and reads it, she tears the newspaper as if that would break all dealings with him, and starts to cry. -For God's sake Miriam, don't cry anymore, you've already done it and that's enough, it's not worth it, it's really not worth it, while you suffer here, he has fun and lives life as if you didn't exist. -No, no, my friend, this is the last time I cry for him, these are the last tears I cry for him, but I love him so much that it will be very difficult to heal this

I glanced around the familiar room, eyes landing on a carefully decorated box Bertrand had once prepared. Inside were envelopes—his love letters to me—and a custom-made rose crystal necklace. It was a gift to mark our 100th day together. He once said, "Annie, you're a passionate rose. And I want to be the one who holds it close." After that, he wrote me a love letter every so often. But ever since Marina entered the picture, the letters came less and less.

“I see you're finally awake, you slept for nearly 24 hours, if I didn't know you, I'd have thought you were dead. He brought his hands towards my hair, I flinched and pulled back away from.him. Something flashed in his eyes, hurt maybe? Surprise? Guilt? I honestly didn't give tw fucks anymore. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout at you, kidnap you or make you cry, but I didn't have a choice.” “We always have a choice, Lucas, and you chose the one that'll hurt me. You claim to love me, but how can you hurt someone you claim to love that wa-?” I choked on the words, tears spilled down my face, soaking the hairs on my face. Why won't these stupid tears just stop? Must I always be this weak?

He clearly hasn’t a clue how crazy he makes me feel. I can’t help but feel both irritable and depressed. I wish Kain knew how I felt about him, but if he did, he would throw me out of the company and would abandon me. That kind of thing would crush my very soul. I won’t let that happen! Unrequited love is better than complete abandonment. Soon enough, the room spins and I find myself unable to focus clearly. Perhaps I drank a little TOO much?

But he kept his hold on it, so with tears in my eyes I looked up. "Noor, just—" Ah—I couldn't forget him for even one moment, could I? Even now, I still remember every single detail, clearly etched on my mind. I loved him dearly, with all my heart and more than I thought I could love anyone. I loved him so much that sometimes the hurt of not being with him turned to physical pain. I missed him for every second that I spent away from him. But I have learnt that in life, after you give up on something, truly give up on it—then you don't care whether it's in your possession or not.

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Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred