Deepak Chopra Quantum Healing

At the annual gala, my father had me marry Asher Ziegler, a rising star in the finance industry whom he had groomed. Back then, I, Maddison Gruber, had no idea that Asher was in love with someone else. Sometime later, my father's company is investigated for product fraud, and his company's stock plummets. He even faces criminal charges. When this happens, Asher immediately brings his first love, Cora Singer, home and tells me outright that he is going to make her his legally wedded wife. My mother-in-law admonishes me. "Your family's bankrupt now, and you're completely barren! Why shouldn't my son remarry?" Asher slides a divorce agreement in front of me, his tone condescending. "Sign this, and I can let you stay here and live alongside Cora." But I say nothing. I merely quietly book a ticket to leave this place. In seven days, I will be following my father down south.

During a game of truth or dare, my boyfriend, Ryan Patel, chose to kiss his childhood friend, Michelle Woods, for three minutes to save her from a penalty. When I found out, I was furious. I called him in tears, confronting him about the unbearable intimacy between them. He remained silent for a long time before speaking coldly, "Are you done crying?" Then, he drove Michelle home. I crouched in the rain, watching couples huddle under umbrellas, and from that moment on, I never contacted Ryan again. Three months later, at an auction, I bought a men's wristwatch. When Ryan heard about it, he chuckled. "Forget it. In three days, I'll go and coax her back myself. She just needs a way out." His friends all sent me messages, congratulating me on how well I had him wrapped around my finger. I didn’t reply to any of them. I simply posted a picture in my feed—my newly issued marriage certificate.

Everyone knew that Simon Zimmer and Luna Springfield had been friends with benefits for a year, but they had chosen to hide it from Bertha Marsh, the deaf one. During a New Year’s gathering, Bertha's cold attitude caused displeasure to Simon’s friend. “Simon, is Bertha kicking up a fuss again? Seriously, that doctor of yours is more considerate. She knows how to get you into a good mood and doesn’t throw tantrums,” he said loudly with disdain. Simon’s expression turned dark, and he snapped at him. “Don’t say anything you shouldn’t. Bertha’s the most important person to me. I’ll die if she leaves.” He then anxiously signed to Bertha to ask whether she was sick. What he did not know was that Bertha had heard it all, and their future together was over.

I woke up staring at divorce papers—from the guy I'd crushed on all through college. My name. His. Right there on the page. He said I cheated. Last thing I remembered? Getting ready to finally tell him how I felt at our graduation party. Now suddenly, we've got a four-year-old. And him? He looked at me like I was some rando off the street. No trace of the sweet, soft guy I used to know. Just ice. What did I miss? What the hell happened in the last five years?

My stepson pushes me down from the second floor, all because I accidentally break a bowl. He stands over me, looking down with a cold, emotionless gaze. "You're just a stand-in my grandfather forced on us. Don't even think about replacing my mother!" I stare up at the boy I've raised for eight years, and his indifference cuts deeper than any wound. Blood slowly trickles down from my forehead. Fighting through the pain, I dial a number. "Whatever debt I owed has been paid. It's time for me to leave." Coincidentally, I already have the divorce agreement that his father has signed.

Adrian had fallen into his brother's trap. Stripped of his Alpha title, he was exiled from the pack. On the road into exile, he was ambushed by rogue wolves. Broken and hopeless, he stopped fighting altogether, ready to die. As Adrian's kept lover, I was about to abandon him and run for my life — until a flood of glowing comments rolled across my vision. [The villainess is finally showing her true colors. Once she's gone, there'll be nothing stopping the hero and heroine from meeting.] [But she doesn't know the hero is still alive. When he reclaims his Alpha title, the first thing he does is exile everyone who ever betrayed him — the villainess included. She gets torn apart by rogue wolves in the end, and honestly, she deserves it.] My blood ran cold. Before I could even think, I threw myself into the rogues and took a claw strike meant for him. Adrian stared at me in disbelief. I turned back to him, forcing a grin through the pain. "Adrian, don't you dare die on me — who's going to keep me fed?"

. นี่หรือคำว่ารัก ? “ หยุดนะมิน พี่บอกให้หยุด จะไปไหน ! ! ! ” “ ปล่อย ฉันไปที่ไหนก็ได้ที่ไม่ต้องเห็นหน้าคุณ ! ” “ อย่าฝันไปเลย ” “ มินหยุุด ! ” การฉุดกระฉากดึงและผลักของทั้งภวิชทั้งมินตราทำให้ทุกคนชะงัก มินตราสะบัดมือออกจากเขา ภวิชเองก็เริ่มโกรธจัดแล้วเหมือนกัน “ พี่บอกให้หยุด มิน ปัง ๆ ๆ ๆ ” เสียงปืนหลายนัดที่ดังขึ้นมาทำให้ทุกคนตะลึงตกใจ รฎายกมือขึ้นปิดปากไม่คิดว่าเขาจะกล้าทำ ภวิชมองปืนในมือตัวเองที่เล็งไปที่มินตราเขาเล็งลงพื้น ทุกคนในบริเวณนั้นไม่มีการเคลื่อนไหวใด ๆ มินตราเองก็นิ่งงันไม่แพ้กัน เขายิงเธออย่างนั้นเหรอ เขาทำแบบนี้ได้ยังไง ควันจากกระบอกปืนที่ยิงลูกกระสุนออกไปทำให้ภวิชถึงกับมือสั่น ไม่มีใครในบริเวณนั้นขยับไปไหนสักคน อากาศบริสุทธิ์ไม่น่าพิสมัยเช่นเดิม มันอึดอัดยิ่งกว่าอะไรดี...

‘เจวิส’ สำหรับเขา ผู้หญิงก็แค่อาหารว่างตอนอยู่บนเตียงก็เท่านั้น ! “เลว? หึ ก่อนหน้านี้เธอไม่ได้พูดแบบนี้”

เขาเข้าใจว่าผู้หญิงในความมืดคือเด็กคนเดิมที่ถูกส่งให้มานอนด้วยเป็นครั้งที่สอง จึงกระทำกับเธออย่างไม่ปรานี แต่พอถึงตอนเช้า แม่เล้ากลับโทรมาขอโทษว่าเด็กแอบหนีไปก่อนหน้านั้นแล้ว เลยไม่รู้ว่าตัวเองมีอะไรกับใครเพราะตื่นมาแล้วไม่เห็น เห็นแต่สร้อยที่สลักชื่อ 'รวิกานต์ นิรากร' ตกอยู่หน้าห้องน้ำ ผ่านไปปีกว่าเขาได้เจอกับเธออีกครั้ง แต่ไม่รู้ว่าเด็กที่เธออุ้มมาเลี้ยงในที่ทำงานด้วยคือลูกของตัวเอง

After Nathan Seville stands me up for the seventh time we're supposed to register our marriage, I finally cut all ties with him—completely and on my own terms. If he shows up at a gathering, I don't go. If he's invited to perform at the college anniversary, I leave early. The moment my company decides to work with him, I resign on the spot. Even on Christmas Eve, when he shows up at my house with gifts, I make up an excuse about needing to visit someone. Calls? Blocked. Socials? Deleted. My strategy is simple—cut it all off. I don't reach out, and he has no way of finding me. For the first 30 years of my life, I spent most of it loving him with everything I had. I cared for him, supported him, and waited for him. But after being left hanging for the seventh time at the City Hall, I finally wake up. I don't want to live like this anymore. Even if I end up alone, it's still better than spending night after night waiting in an empty house that never feels like home!