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I begged her to come back to him, and she refused, even when he asked me out, I asked her if she was fine with it, and she encouraged me to date him, that she was truly done with him— now she is back, and just like that, I have been thrown out. Tears streamed down my eyes as I stared at her, "Why Jessica? Why are you back? You told me you didn't want him." She let out a loud mockery laughter, "Mirabel, you are so gullible. Oh! You felt getting pregnant was the best way to trap him?" she shook her head, "How foolish can you be." "Stop it!" I screamed, I felt like I was being stabbed with thousand knives. "I didn't plan my pregnancy, and you told me you were fine with me being with him."

Not the rushed departure, but the inevitable return. He was back. Dread, cold and paralyzing, flooded my veins, turning my limbs to lead. It warred violently with a surge of pure, incandescent fury that burned through the numbness, leaving my skin prickling. The humiliation, the abandonment, the echo of “Get out", they coalesced into a white-hot coal in my chest. He. Was. Back. “Naomi…” The whisper was barely audible, strangled. “He’s here.”

They actually thought that bowing their heads, saying sorry, and cooking a pot of soup meant the victim should forgive all the monstrous things they had done. I lowered my gaze to the thermos of soup and curled my lips into a cold, mocking smile. "Ma'am, in your eyes, trying to have me committed to a mental hospital and committing three hundred million dollars in financial fraud can be wiped away with a twenty-dollar pot of soup?" Evelyn went pale. She opened her mouth to argue. "But—" "There is no 'but.'" I cut her off coldly, my sharp gaze stabbing into Liam, who was still on his knees.

Abe's pov There came a point when regret stopped being enough. I'd spent weeks replaying memories. Weeks wondering what would've happened if I'd loved Diane better. Weeks apologizing to myself instead of doing something about it. I was done. If there was even the smallest chance of getting her back... I was going to take it. Not by forcing her. Not by manipulating her. But by showing her the man I should've been all along. I was late arriving at the joint office that Monday morning.

“Hey, I'm back. Could we meet up?” Back? What does she mean back?

And a secret she’d kept hidden for ten years. She adjusted her navy blazer as the elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and then she stepped inside. Her reflection in the mirrored walls stared back at her as she exhaled sharply. Twelve years ago, she came into this building as a young intern. Ten years ago, she left Damien Carrington’s life and never looked back. And now… she was coming back to take down his company. The elevator was quiet as it went up, and she felt her chest tighten. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t regret. It was something stronger. She remembered her daughter’s sleepy face that morning, asking why she was wearing “war clothes” again.

Everything is back to my hands. Everything is back to our hands.

I'm back to complete this one. So enjoy.

"My incubus still hasn't recovered yet. I don't think I want to send him in for servicing anymore. Please just replace him instead." The reply was almost instant, as usual. "Understood, Ms. Ashford. I'll put in the order for you and send out your new incubus tomorrow. It should take a week for him to arrive." After thinking for a bit, I asked the customer service representative another question. "Then what do I do with this current one?" This time, the customer service representative took a long time to respond. "You don't have to worry about it, Ms. Ashford. Incubi who are returned faulty or with negative reviews will be recollected when we have the time before getting resold for a lower pr