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She forwarded her phone towards me. 'What the crap?' She posted our picture on her I*******m profile with a caption:- "The first ever couple to share their wedding night in the prison, like their first kiss. 💓💕❤" I won bitches@i-am-Alina @Jessy-It-Is The bloody bet of these psychotic heads. And if that wasn't enough to leave my mind with an ache, then this godamn woman had got 890 likes, and 345 comments in matter of ten minutes.

And just as people were trying to process it, Stellar logged into her own account and shared the post. Her caption was even more direct: “Let me introduce my actual boyfriend. I promise my taste isn’t that bad.” That was it—the internet lost its mind. “Oh my god! She made it official! Her boyfriend is the CEO of Ward Group? This is straight out of a drama!” “These two are painfully attractive. This is what real chemistry looks like.” “A proper ex should stay buried. Enough with the 'second chance' and 'tragic love story' nonsense. Take notes, this is what a power couple looks like!”

The couple life of Trevor and Max grew more intimate, sweeter, and more real day by day. They were undoubtedly a loving couple who made people everywhere they were seen green with envy. The fact that Trevor was not marked yet was also the most talked-about topic among people who knew the couple. There were many theories, from the most ridiculous, like Max not really being an Alpha, to the more concrete, like Trevor not being sure and not wanting to be marked yet. Either way, the happy couple could not make much of it because only they knew how they felt and how much they loved each other.

in response to the photo, which appears to have been taken while they were on vacation. The following photograph features both of them once more; this time, she is seated on a horse next to him, and both are beaming at the camera. The remainder of her profile is private, except for a meme she posted earlier this morning. The image depicts a man putting a can of beans into a microwave, and the caption reads, "When you break up with your girl and realize you can't do nothing without her."

I say, but he ignores me and pulls up her I*******m page. “Wow,” he says. I groan and shove my face into my hands. “Are you sure you’re gonna stick to your celibacy plans?” he asks, laughing as he scrolls. “Man… she’s—okay, yeah, I get it.” “That’s enough,” I say sharply. “You know, if you’re not interested, you could introduce us…” “Yeah, absolutely not.” “Does she have a boyfriend? CJ?” he asks suddenly. “What?” He shows me a picture of Celine sitting on the lap of the footballer CJ, she had not posted it herself CJ had tagged her on the photo, its a recent picture because she’s wearing the black dress she wore Friday night.

"People have started shipping us, and a new fan page has been created for me. They tagged me in their posts. There's even a fan page for us, they're calling us the 'PZ Couple.'" Zach threw his head back and laughed, "PZ Couple? That sounds weird, but it's nice. I like it." "I really didn't see tonight going like this, thank you so much. I'll take a quick shower and be back in a few minutes." Paige said before entering the bathroom. As Zach went online and saw all the pictures and videos of him and Paige, and a lot of people leaving questions and speculating about their relationship, he came up with an idea.

Ugh! I snubbed her message but she sent another. ~＞"Well, I'm a member of the group 'FAP&GM'" ~＞"What's FAP&GM? " I curiously asked. ~＞" Find A Partner & Get Married" Oh! That annoying group I recently joined and it's bringing me videos and photos of newly wedded couple. ~＞"So are you married? " Janet Johnson asked me. Questions like this freaks me out and aside that it hurts me emotionally, does my uploaded pictures looks like I'm married or do I look old already? Seriously.

She browsed upward and read each comment. [“Adira so pretty! How to have a face like her?”] [“Lol. I don’t actually believe the rumor. Maybe just some jealous butt guy who spread it. Shame on you.”] [“Support this couple till the end!”] [“Can someone tell me who are this couple? It’s all over my newsfeed.”] [“They are the richest couple I know, kkkkkkk.”] [“Chadwick! How can you be so handsome!”]

But the moment I turned on my phone, I knew we hadn't really escaped. T*****r. I*******m. Sports blogs. Everywhere. The two top trends? #MelXavVictory #MatchingPowerCouple I scrolled in disbelief. There were photos of us stepping out of the car, walking into the restaurant, sitting at the table, clinking glasses. Someone even zoomed in on the way our hands had brushed. One post had the caption: "They came. They conquered. And they matched while doing it. Golden couple goals." I groaned.

Then I walk to my study. The study is my sanctuary and my prison. Behind the false panel in my desk drawer, I keep the things she must never see. I open the panel now. Inside is a photograph from our wedding. Luca is in the background. He is laughing, his head thrown back, his hand resting on Nova's waist. The photographer captured it by accident. Luca's fingers are curved around her hip like he belongs there. I have stared at this image a hundred times. Each time, my chest tightens with something that is not jealousy.