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I loved Cassidy more than anything. Although she had been involved with countless men, and she had even cheated on me with Henry, the fake heir, I still couldn't bring myself to let her go. I worked out, took medication, and did everything I could because I wanted to have a child with her. When the doctor finally told me today that I met the required fertility criteria, I grabbed the test results and rushed straight to her office. "Cassidy, I–" My voice came to an abrupt halt. Cassidy was passionately kissing her new male secretary with her arms wrapped around him. She glanced at me impatiently. "Get out!" I suddenly came to my senses. I could accept having a wife like her, but coul

He roared - "Who gave you the video? You can't always believe what you see. There may be another truth." Christine did not minced her words any longer and said- "It is none of your business. I don't want to learn about another truth. Now, can you please let me go? I feel disgusted when you touch me." Sam did not let her go but instead pulled her into his arms. Christine could hear his heartbeat. His heart was beating so fast in his chest that scared her.

I am done with married women. The End

“This is the end George” *****

The words escape me before I have a chance to think about them. But they’re true. I love Quinn. “Sorry, dude.” Bobby holds up his hands, shaking his head, and then goes back to the taco, eating as if it’s his first meal in days. It probably is. “Didn’t realize this shit was serious.” “It is. She’s having my baby.” “But she’s not here.”

Was it safe to call this a happy ending? ~THE END~

On the day of my mother's funeral, I sat outside the chapel, crying so hard I could barely stand. Three days earlier, my father had told me she'd died in a car accident. He said her body was so badly damaged that I shouldn't see it. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I believed him. I put on a black dress and sat beside her casket all night. Ten minutes before the cremation, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up for a hotel livestream. I opened it and froze. My mother was on the screen in an evening gown, smiling as my younger sister, Nina Whitmore, handed her a glass of champagne. My father sat beside her, his eyes red. "From now on, Nina doesn't have to live in Evelyn's shadow or suffer

We won. Twenty-one nights that started with revenge and ended with redemption. Tomorrow, we make it official. Tomorrow, we begin forever. If we survive one more night. If Night Twenty-One doesn't bring one final twist. If Richard Cross really is finished. For real this time. But tonight—just for tonight—I cho ose to believe in happy endings. Because after twenty nights of hell, we've earned one.

He pulled it out and stabbed Clifford a few more times amid the chaos at the wedding venue. Bleeding heavily, Clifford fell into a pool of his own blood. He mustered what was left of his energy to place the voodoo doll against his chest before dying with a smile. At first, I thought Clifford was scammed into believing all the stories of rebirth. To my surprise, I felt my soul heating up. Feeling dizzy, I lost my consciousness.

And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless. The End