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After a lengthy explanation and an even longer lecture from the officers, the whole fiasco ended with a 500-dollar fine. By the time they walked out of the station, the sky was streaked with the last light of sunset. Kyle's phone rang. "Mr. Wyatt, we have a problem. The project Anya's team was handling just blew up. You need to get back here now! "The client is at the office, and they're furious..." Before Kyle could ask any questions, there was a burst of static on the other end, and the call dropped.

"Marcus is right. If I forgive you this easily, who knows whether you will make an even bigger scene next time." "Consider today a lesson. Reflect on yourself." After that, Ines stepped past me and went down the hill. I watched her figure grow farther away, my heart desolate. A self-mocking smile pulled at my lips until the tears fell. Was this the woman I had abandoned everything to marry? Arthur Weber, you really were blind. An hour later, the ambulance arrived. By then, I was almost unconscious from pain. The blood I vomited had stained a large patch of my shirt red.

A warm love that wasn't disgusting. THE END

Like it was now. THE END.

Morgan copied the grown-ups and said with sarcasm, "She's finally figured it out and knows to buy what I like. It must be the limited-edition race car model I have wanted forever!" He ran and tore the present's wrappings open. However, there was no race car model. Instead, there was a massive photograph inside. It was the photo of Samuel, Rachel, and Morgan under the snowy peaks of Wintercrown, with a card sitting beside it with one line. "Congratulations on getting a new mom, Morgan."

To think he would now openly acknowledge our relationship out of guilt. I smiled self-deprecatingly as I watched the IV drip slowly release its contents. A nurse standing nearby couldn't help but say, "Good thing you brought her here in time, or the ba—" I coughed violently, cutting her off. Emilio turned to get me water, and in that moment, I shook my head at the nurse, signaling her to stop. I'd already decided to end things with Emilio, so I didn't want him to know about the child.

Really breathe. THE END.

A silhouette stood in the doorway—tall, regal, and holding a small, silver remote. "You both look so tired," the Minister said, stepping into the room. "Ready to resign from the game?" Pim stood up, the microfilm strip hidden firmly in her palm. "We aren't resigning, Mother. We're just starting the final level." The Minister laughed, a sound like glass shattering. "Then let us see if you can survive the ending." She clicked the remote, and the room began to collapse. The final confrontation had arrived. But as the walls buckled and the ceiling started to descend, Pim reached into her sleeve and produced the strip of film. She didn't look at her mother. She looked at the camera in the wall, d

"Do you need me to step in?" I narrowed my eyes, taking in his taut muscles, and replied casually, "No need." There was no reason to waste energy on people who no longer mattered. The corner of Julian's mouth lifted slightly. He suddenly wrapped an arm around my waist, and together we plunged into the pool. Warm breath brushed against my neck. "Then, wifey, it's time to eat."

The only one that could set them free. **THE END**