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I had been married to Natasha Bates for ten years, and not once did she ever join me for our family's Independence Day cookout. This year, on the night before the celebration, I finally gathered the courage to ask if she wanted to come. She scoffed and said, "What are you, stuck in the past? Who even celebrates the Fourth with a family dinner anymore?" Yet that very evening, I saw a social media post of Natasha with her male best friend, Stanley Rogers. They were quite intimate in the picture, and the caption read: [True happiness is celebrating Independence Day with your bestie!] I commented back: [Hope you two lovebirds make it official soon.] Stanley did not hold back. He messaged me a bunch of intimate photos of the two of them. Then, he added, [You're just a leech living off his wife. What right do you have to question anything about Nattie?] Everyone always thought I was a gold-digger living off Natasha's success. However, they all forgot that I was the sole major shareholder of the company. This time, I’m done staying silent.

After I was falsely accused of being a third wheel by a fake heiress, she hired a group of people to corner me in the delivery room under the pretense of giving me an intervention. "How dare you, a shameless mistress, hope to secure a place with your child!" "Today, I'm going to make sure that b*stard in your belly is gone for good. Let's see if you dare get into my man's bed again." The group blocked the delivery room door, their faces twisted with malice as they refused to let the doctors deliver my baby. I begged them to let me go, but they only laughed cruelly and forced me down in front of a camera while I struggled through labor. They forcefully pulled the baby out of my belly and killed him right in front of me. I clung to my child's lifeless body, sobbing hysterically, while they posted my miserable state online with the caption, 'This is what happens to mistresses.' Later, I exposed her fake heiress status and revealed the dirty secrets of her and those people who were allegedly giving me an intervention online. Relentlessly attacked by netizens until she had nowhere left to turn, she ended up begging me for forgiveness. I pointed to the edge of the rooftop and said, "Jump, and I'll forgive you."

For eight long years, Bryan Millan and I were married, but you’d never have known it by looking at his life. He never once acknowledged our relationship in public. Not a single post, not a single mention of me on his social media. Then came our anniversary. The day that was supposed to be about us. Instead, Bryan made an announcement on his Instagram account—just not the one I expected. There he was, hand in hand with his assistant, her draped in a wedding dress. The caption read: [When you're in love, you want the whole world to know.] The comments flooded in. [Bryan finally got married!] [Congrats! Wishing you a lifetime of happiness together!] In that moment, I could no longer lie to myself. Bryan wasn't reserved. He just never loved me. So, I decided to let go. But he wasn't ready for that. He clung to me, desperate now. But I pried his hands off and laughed—a real, genuine laugh, the kind that comes from somewhere deep inside when you realize you're finally free. Then, I looked him straight in the eye and said the words I'd been holding in, "Don't beg me to come back. Because now that I don't love you, I've never felt better."

To take care of my mother after she fell and injured herself, I turned down a promotion and took a week off work to stay by her side. On the day she was discharged from the hospital, she smiled and handed me a small envelope. “Suzy, you’ve worked hard these past few days. This is just a little something from me. Go treat yourself to something good.” I wiped my hands, a quiet warmth spreading through my chest. When I opened the envelope, I froze for a moment. Inside was $2. Still, I told myself it didn’t matter. The amount wasn’t important. What mattered was the thought behind it. But the very next day, while scrolling through social media, I came across a post from my younger brother, the one who hadn’t shown his face at the hospital even once. Nine photos filled the post, all of them showing off a sprawling luxury mansion. In the center was a photo of the purchase contract. The caption read: “Officially the owner of a $2 million riverfront house. Big thanks to Mom for the support!”

In order to take care of my father, who got hurt from a fall, I gave up on my chance to get promoted and even took a week's leave. On the day he gets discharged from the hospital, my dad hands me a mysterious envelope with a wide smile on his face. "Thank you for your trouble over the past few days, Luther. This is a little token of appreciation from me. You can buy yourself a nice pack of smokes." I rub my hands together, feeling warmth surging into my heart. But when I open the envelope, all I see is seven dollars. Still, I comfort myself in thinking that the sum isn't important at all. It's the thought that counts, after all. But the next day, I come across a social media post of my younger brother, Felix Grayson, who never showed his face around the hospital during Dad's hospitalization. It features a photo collage of a luxurious villa, with a photo of the purchasing contract smack dab in the middle of collage. The caption writes, "I bought the top-tier riverside villa for seven million dollars! Thank you so much for your support, Dad!"

It's Thanksgiving, and I'm waiting for Zeke Jones to come home after cooking up an extravagant meal. When Zeke returns, he doesn't even glance at the meal I've prepared for him. Instead, he proceeds to pack a bag. "I can't celebrate Thanksgiving with you this year," he says. I take another bite of my turkey and say nothing. At the stroke of midnight, Zeke's first love posts a new photo on her social media page. In the photo, she's lying on Zeke's back with a bright smile on her face. The moon outside the window is bright. "Happy to spend Thanksgiving with good company," her caption reads. Instead of hysterically questioning Zeke about the post, I just tap on the "like" button without reacting in any way. Zeke calls me. His voice sounds panicked as he tries to explain himself. "Please don't misinterpret the post. I will definitely spend Thanksgiving with you next year…" I freeze for a few moments, letting out a small laugh. I don't offer him a reply. Next time, he says? Oh, Zeke, I'm afraid there won't be a next time.

On the night of our eighth anniversary, I cooked everything Ethan loved. He didn't come home. I sat alone at the table until the food went cold. Then I did what I always did. I opened Selene's profile on the pack network. New post. One hour ago. A photo of Ethan, shirtless, building a fire in her den. Her hand on his shoulder. Her face turned toward the camera with a smile that showed too many teeth. The caption read: Grateful for old friends who drop everything when you need them. Even their marking anniversaries. I stared at it until my eyes burned. Then I liked it. Filed the bond-dissolution request. And started packing the trunk I'd kept ready for months. Ethan didn't believe it when he found out. "She's throwing a fit," I heard he told his packmates. "Give her three days." "I'll crook my finger and she'll come running back." "She always does." What he didn't understand was why I always came back. It was because I loved him. That was gone now.

Ares Allan. Pria tampan penuh karisma berstatus lajang. Belum pernah menikah namun dalam hitungan jam statusnya berubah menjadi seorang ayah muda. Hatinya belum tenang, dan sang ibu datang lalu berkata. "Ia butuh seorang ibu." Terry bersuara lirih. Ares mendesah, memijat kepala ia mengerti pemikiran sang ibu mendorongnya untuk segera menikah. Pria itu berpikir pasti bisa memberikan yang terbaik untuk putra semata wayang. Qyana Thomas (Cherry) Gadis manis periang dan ramah. Hidupnya berubah sejak sang ayah meninggal. Cherry lebih memilih kerja keras dari pada harus kembali ke rumah. Rumah'kah? Bahkan kata itu tak layak untuk tempat mewah yang katanya dapat berbagi kehangatan keluarga. Bagi Cherry rumah adalah neraka. Follow IG: viruz04.art

Hidup Dahlia mulai kacau saat malam dia menghadiri acara pernikahan putri tirinya. Saat tanpa sengaja dia mabuk, keesokan paginya dia mendapati dirinya terbangun dalam pelukan seorang pria. Tidak hanya itu, karena pria yang semalam berbagi kenikmatan bersamanya adalah Kai Ronan, sang mempelai pria. Atau kalau itu tidak cukup jelas; Dahlia tidur dengan menantunya sendiri. Tidak sampai di sana, Kai Ronan malah bersikap seolah apa yang mereka lakukan bukanlah kesalahan. Dan yang lebih buruk adalah … pria itu terobsesi kepadanya. Apakah hidup Dahlia bisa tetap tenang setelah itu? Terlebih ketika kebenaran perlahan terungkap. Dan bisakah dia tetap menganggap Kai sebagai menantunya? *** Written by Asia July. Cover edited in Photoshop. Pic from Unsplash – Jeferson Gomes

Budayakan untuk masukin buku ke RAK ya~ Steven menduda setelah ditinggal pergi Maria selama-lamanya. Steven kembali menata hidupnya dengan ditemani oleh seorang anak yang tampan, Kenzie. Kehidupan Steven kembali dimasuki oleh sang mantan sekretarisnya, Serena. Dan disaat yang bersamaan Kenzie malah menempel dengan salah satu guru di sekolah barunya, Aluna. Akhirnya, Steven bertemu dengan dua wanita di kehidupannya yang baru. Siapakah yang akan dipilih Steven sebagai pengisi hatinya, ibu sambung untuk anaknya Kenzie? -------------------- “Aku malu pada asisten pribadimu. Dan ku rasa desahanku terdengar olehnya.” Segera Steven membalas, “Mobil ku pandai menyimpan desahanmu sayang. Dia hanya akan berbagi denganku, tidak untuk yang lain.” -------------------- Cover Info: http://www.canva.com/premium