Calmly Antonyms

At the wedding, just as I was about to exchange rings with my fiancée, her conniving boyfriend intentionally pushed his son toward her. Right in front of everyone, the boy looked up with teary eyes and asked, "Mom, why are you marrying this man? Don't you want me and Dad anymore?" My fiancée, who never lied, smiled, took the child's hand, and said, "I was only pretending with this man earlier. Now I am going to marry your father." The banquet hall buzzed with whispers. Everyone expected me to get jealous and blow up. Instead, I said the child came first and calmly handed the ring to the boyfriend sitting below the stage. Seeing how cooperative I was, my fiancée grinned and promised she would give me a healthy baby boy someday as a thank you. However, she seemed to have forgotten that we had not officially tied the knot yet. Truth be told, I had no intention of ever doing so.

Seven years after registering our marriage, my husband Gaius and I finally decided to hold the romantic wedding ceremony we had missed back then. That day, I wore the wedding gown I had designed myself and walked toward him with hopeful eyes. Before I could deliver my carefully prepared vows, an incident interrupted the moment. Amid the stunned murmurs of the guests, Gaius dashed toward the woman who had fainted—again—at my wedding. His voice trembled with urgency, eyes burning red. "Call an ambulance! Now!" He didn't even look back as he left the wedding hall. When the wedding bell rang seven times, I calmly pulled off my veil. Facing the guests who had yet to disperse, I smiled and said, "As you can see, today marks the divorce ceremony between Gaius and me. Please, eat and drink to your heart's content. Don't let the trip go to waste!"

Whenever Rachel Cooper loses it, I know I'm about to get divorced again. I close my eyes. "We are divorcing for the ninth time." Marcus Miller massages his temples and says regretfully, "Vivian, Barry died all of a sudden, leaving his wife and her unborn baby behind. I can't ignore them. Relax. Once the baby's born, we'll remarry. We won't separate ever again!" I remain silent. I already heard this promise eight times before. Barry Miller's sudden death is the reason for Rachel's breakdown. It also caused Marcus and me to divorce for the first time. Back then, Rachel was already pregnant, prompting Marcus to divorce me. He will remarry me once he has comforted her. Over the past nine months, we have married and divorced eight times. Everyone mocks me by calling me the Eight-Ring Wonder. I also find it ridiculous. After I accept the divorce certificate, one of the court staff secretly asks me, "When are you getting married again?" I answer calmly, "There's no next time."

My husband's first love ran off to a nightclub. She was drugged and assaulted there, and a year later returned with a child. Without a word, Bryson Tanner dragged me to the courthouse to file for divorce. "In this world, widows and orphans are easy prey. I can't just watch Christina get hurt. I'll acknowledge her child as mine." I held my own child in my arms and calmly filled out the paperwork. Just because I was reborn. In my previous life, I had refused to divorce at all costs. I'd also publicly exposed Christina Floyd's tangled affairs with men. She endured scorn and humiliation, and in a fit of anger, left her son behind to escape… only to die on that train. When Bryson heard of it, he showed no expression. Yet a month later, he watched coldly as I was drugged and assaulted, and accused me of cheating and giving birth to another man's child. It wasn't until my child and I were driven to death that I realized the depth of his hatred. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Bryson asked for a divorce.

“Let’s skip the formalities. I have something very important to discuss with you,” he said. I stared at the server serving the food while mentally preparing to deal with whatever he had to say. “I need a wife,” he said calmly, like it was the most normal request in the world. I rolled my eyes and muttered, “Not this again.” “Allow me to be your—” “No!” I interrupted. “I’m married, remember? That little detail that keeps slipping from your head?” ************* Celine’s picture-perfect life comes crumbling down when she discovers her husband’s infidelity. Left with nothing but heartbreak and debt, she swears never to trust again—until Christopher Sterling, a powerful CEO, offers her a deal that changes everything. He’ll protect her. He’ll claim her. And he’ll make everyone who hurt her pay. What starts as a simple contract soon becomes something much deeper. As Celine tries to guard her heart, she realizes that love can be more dangerous than betrayal. Her past broke her. Her future might save her. But love was never part of the deal.

Maxine waters is a young girl of twenty one who works towards her dream of becoming a professional in photography but that was before she met Edward Hanks professionally known as Dan. Edward is a popular actor in the country and he contracted Maxine to be his fiancee because of some family issues. Both of them are cruel to each other and become worse enemies. Their relationship unraveled alot of deep secrets and mysteries that had been buried for years. What happens when fate changes all their plans and casts a natural and unbreakable spell on them ?? * * * * * * " So you believe true love exists" Edward smirked and i felt my blood boil. "Ofcourse it exists, money isn't always everything" I said calmly but deep down i felt like digging my hands into his face. "Money can buy everything" he said confidently and i started to laugh, I never knew rich people could be this dumb. "Money can't buy love or happiness or peace of mind, it can't buy me either" I said and walked out of the cafe with a mischievous smile.........

I marry the comatose heir of Jebony's most affluent family for the ten million dollars in wedding gifts. In the year after the wedding, I undergo 12 rounds of IVF and finally give birth to the Larkin family's successor. When our son turns five, Jacob Larkin miraculously wakes up. The media goes wild, calling me the Larkin family's lucky star. They say I'll live a life of endless privilege. I merely smile—the first look Jacob gives me after waking up is one full of disdain. He even warns me icily, "You're nothing more than a woman my father paid to bear me an heir. Don't kid yourself that I'll ever fall for you! "I grew up with Angela. If not for that accident, you would never have become my wife." I hand him the divorce papers and say calmly, "I'll step aside, then. I'll give you and Ms. Lloyd what you want."

On the night of our mating ceremony, my mate, Damon, marked another she-wolf right in front of me. He said that if I wanted to be his Luna, I had to accept him having us both. In my past life, I screamed at him, accusing him of defying the Moon Goddess. Pressured by the Elders, he was forced to banish Lyla. She was run down by rogues and fell from a cliff to her death. After that, Damon refused to ever mark me. He even framed me, luring me into the forbidden lands as a pretext to banish me. Then, he hunted me down and killed me himself. I remember my body being picked apart by birds, the agony of it all. But now, I just stared at Damon's cold face, and at the Omega, Lyla, cradled in his arms. Then, I calmly reached up and removed the sacred symbol of our fated bond. "I refuse." And with that, under the shocked gazes of the entire pack, I walked away, heading for the frozen lands of the North. This time, I will make every single wolf who hurt me pay.

Blurb “Her name is Mariana Fernando, boss,” he said calmly, dropping the phone onto the desk. Javier froze. The woman on the screen was the same one who had dared to seize his shipment. “Why hasn’t she been brought to me?” Javier demanded, his voice sharp. The man lowered his head. “Her father is General Fernando, sir. She is under his protection.” Javier’s lips curved into a dangerous smile. “Then I’ll take her myself.” Sworn to duty, Mariana Fernando, a three-star general in the army, was assigned to intercept a shipment belonging to the powerful Mafia empire known as the Crimson Brotherhood. Her success ignited tensions among the highest military ranks and shattered the fragile balance between power and control. But fate had other plans. When Javier, the feared leader of the Brotherhood, finally confronts her, he uncovers a truth far more dangerous than any war. The daughter of his father’s greatest enemy is his fated mate,a bond neither duty nor hatred can erase. And with that revelation begins a war that will shake “The Generals.”

On Teacher's Day, my wife, Hera, was promoted to associate professor. Even for our marriage we simply registered without a proper ceremony, yet this time, she specifically prepared a feast at home to celebrate. During the dinner, she took out the flowers a male student had given her and was about to put them in a vase. Without warning, I knocked the flowers out of her hand, flipped over the vase, and, under the bewildered gazes of the whole family, calmly said, "Let's get a divorce." Hera was stunned at first, then angrily snapped, "Stanley Lawson, what's gotten into you? I’m just putting some flowers my student gave me in a vase. What's the big deal?" My mother-in-law, Sarah Swift, chimed in, "Hera just got promoted to associate professor, and it's Teacher's Day. What's wrong with a student giving her flowers? Are you seriously getting jealous over that?" I glanced at the scattered petals on the floor and slowly said, "Yes, it's because of these flowers that I want a divorce."