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So am I. He would never cheat on his wife? And what's this about his father? THE criminal defense lawyer who represents monsters? He loves his wife? “But…” I begin, clinging to my favorite word, “we’re taught that men need to cheat. That their sex drive is too high. That they require other women to stay satisfied.” Aiden stills behind me. “Sounds about right,” Noah snorts. “That’s what they teach you?” Aiden asks, a thread of disgust in his voice.

“Speak up fast you idiotic moron, waste my time one more time. I will chop your fingers next and if that’s not enough I will chunk off your skin and feed you with it. You know about me and things I’m capable of doing don’t you?” “I cheated on her on our wedding day and that’s all I never planned to hurt her. I loved her!” Wrong answer. Retrieving a pen from my pocket I sent it into his right eyes and he screamed louder wailing so loud I thought myself growing deaf and I watched him drown on his self predicament as I stepped back onto his mangled fingers making sure they entwine forever so bad the doctors can’t put him back together. “Men like you are the scums of the earth. Men of your calib

His hair was dark, his features striking in a way that unsettled me, and his eyes glowed with an odd, otherworldly light His lips curved into a lazy, mocking half-smile. “Others would be crying their souls out if they realized they were dead,” he said, tilting his head at me. “But you? You’re busy sulking over your cheating boyfriend.” Dead The word slammed into me. I stumbled back, shaking my head. “Dead? Who are you? What do you mean dead?” He unfolded his arms, eyes slowly raking over me from head to toe before dragging back up to my face. The deliberate way he looked at me made my skin prickle with anger.

Liam reclined back into his seat more, an amused smile that I ached to wipe off his face on display. “Do enlighten us.” he urged me. I drank again from my cup and realized my cappuccino was gone. I had finished it. I leaned forward on the table in Liam’s direction. “The arrogant type and the cheating type.” No one said a word. I cleared my throat and went on. “Most especially the cheating kind.” No one still said a word but I knew I was on point when Liam cocked an eyebrow. “The cheating kind are the utmost worse because they claim to love their partner but they still go about spreading the legs of anything that has hole. They are total devils.”

"You dirty wench! I've only been working out of the city for six months, and you've already had another man's baby?!" Hearing this, Jason finally realized what was going on and looked at Cara in shock. "Didn't you say you've already divorced your husband?" The man turned around and glared viciously at Jason. "You're the pretty boy? You love to sleep with another man's wife, is that it? I'll kill you!" Jason quickly tried to argue his way out. "There's… Nothing happened between us! We weren't cheating!" I simply watched the events unfold with my arms crossed in front of my chest, indifferent. Only idiots like Jason and Cara would genuinely believe that as long as they didn't sleep together, i

“She begged me to let her live after I killed him.” I raised my eyebrow and looked at the girl. “Really?” I asked as I crouched so I could get a better look at her. “Most mates don’t want to live after their mate dies. You didn’t love him?” She looked at me and gulped. “He was a bastard just like his father,” she mumbled quietly. “He was cheating on me. I don’t care that he is dead.” I looked up at Elijah and he shrugged. We still hadn’t found our mate so we didn’t know how it felt when a mate cheated on you or when you lost your mate. The girl seemed like she didn’t really care that she just lost her mate, but who were we to judge?

Maybe yesterday was that day and last night was that hour. I take a deep breath then let out an exhale slowly. That will be the last time I’d cry for a man. All men have done is disappoint me since I turned seventeen so as far as I’m concerned, good men don’t exist. Or maybe they do. Maybe I just happen to chase them away and attract the worst kind of men. Maybe there’s something electrifying and magnetic about me and evil men. Take Leo for example! I bite my lower lip with disdain. I trusted him and all I got in return was a big let down on the day I needed him the most.

"Oh, right. You said high-society marriages are just business deals. That keeping a young mistress is normal. "So let's say, for argument's sake, I did cheat. Scott broke our vows first. That would just make me a woman who knows how to play by the rules." I took a step to the side, just enough to dodge Joel's hand reaching for mine. "Besides—" My voice stayed even. "You've all been dying to know who really owns Vespera since the buyout, right?" Joel's head snapped toward me. The cold night air bit at my skin as I met his stare, my voice quiet but detached.

I swung my phone camera directly toward the man's face, ensuring every viewer saw his sneering expression. "Everyone, meet the man who claims to be Ashley's true love. Right now, he's demanding that my dad and I get on our knees for him." The live chat erupted—outrage swiftly morphing into mockery. [Kneel? Is he insane? He wants our top-streamer Nick and his dad to kneel?] [This is ridiculous. Who does this nobody think he is? Ashley probably keeps him around as a clown for when she's bored.]

“This isn’t the ring you threw away. I went to the hospital and had one of my ribs removed to make a new one.” A shiver crawled up my spine. He had actually broken his own rib just to keep me. Though I didn’t feel moved by his devotion, only horrified by his madness. He continued, “This ring isn’t the old one, and I’m not the old Dylan anymore. So, can’t we start again?” I stared at the ring with mixed emotions. A part of me mourned the love we could never regain. The rest simply regretted the time I wasted on him. “Cheating is cheating. That fact doesn’t disappear. A ring or an apology won’t erase it.