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"Solange is that girl who became Marcos' lover, and who almost got beaten by Tereza, who is Marcos' wife. Solange was having an affair with him here in the company, and his wife didn't know. Now Solange is pregnant and Marcos has disappeared from his job. Every day his wife shows up here to see if she finds him, and every day Solange keeps showing off with her tight uniform, saying that her belly is already growing, but it's been about three weeks since she said she discovered the pregnancy. She didn't even have time for her belly to grow.” "How could I have asked for so much gossip? "I asked in disbelief. "I worked in this place for two years. I've never missed a single day. I made friends

All this time, while I was five hours away learning how to be a person with no last name, he had apparently been walking into this room, sitting where I was sitting now, bringing her flowers and letting her believe whatever story helped her hold onto hope. I killed the small, traitorous flutter that tried to rise in my chest before it could fully form. He was still the same man who had let an entire marriage go quiet around me while I waited for him to notice. A few visits to my mother didn’t rewrite three years of feeling invisible in my own home. Or the years of empty seats across from me at dinner, or the miscarriage he’d disappeared further into instead of grieving beside me. I was still

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I turned to him and noticed he was snacking on potato chips. Something suddenly hit me. I hit my forehead softly.“Oh no.” Blake looked at me “What is it this time” “The potato chips.” “What potato chips?” he asked, confused. “The twins’. They specifically begged me not to forget.” “They’ve been talking about those barbecue-flavored potato chips since last week. And I completely forgot, They will kill me.” “They won’t, Athena.” He smiled.“You brought every other thing.” I shook my head.“They made me promise.” Blake looked toward the stage. The speeches were still going.

Michael asked, his voice low and hard, grief braided with something far darker. “Father, I was—” Emily began, sobbing. “Don’t you dare call me ‘father,’” he snapped. “Where did you go for the last few days? Don’t lie to me.” “I was at a resort,” she stammered. I cut in, flat and quiet. “She was at a resort because she’d just signed a contract to hand the Grand casino to some man. She knew we’d figure it out, so she hid out.” Michael laughed—bitter, incredulous. “So that’s why you kept nagging me to give you the casino. I even pressed Aria to hand it over.” His face ached with the sting of betrayal.

“You’re talented, Noah. But until this blows over…” I nodded numbly. “I get it.” Outside, the world felt heavier. They weren’t just erasing our marriage — they were erasing me. When I got home, I could barely unlock the door. Everything inside reminded me of him — the coffee mug he always stole, the sketchbook he once doodled in when he thought I wasn’t watching. I pulled out that sketchbook and flipped through until I found the page that mattered: a drawing of a small house by the sea.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Let's move on, guys. ‎ ‎It is true that she has no news of her ex-husband. Since the latter decided to forget everything about them, she also forgot about him. She buried everything she could to forget. ‎ ‎Yes, she admits that she had a hard time forgetting about it. There were no days or nights that she did not cry when she was abroad. Who wouldn't cry if what you thought was a happy marriage between you and your husband turned out to be a complicated ending? If only she had known that, she might not have married Archiver and simply forgotten about their relationship. In that way, she would have saved herself from any heartbreak, but fate is really happy to play with her.

Even Kathalina smiled, shaking her head slightly at the memory. “My friend Erica and I suddenly found ourselves unemployed, stranded in a foreign country where we knew no one, had no connections, no support system, and almost no money left to our names. All we possessed were our skills, our passion, and a stubborn determination not to give up.” Her mind drifted back to those days, remembering how Erica had called her to come work for that firm, owned by a wealthy woman, only for them to discover soon after that the owner’s husband had been unfaithful. That betrayal had sparked a messy divorce; since everything they owned was conjugal property, the dispute turned ugly, leading to misunderstan

He is very curious to uncover what this woman, whom his own family has detested since the day of her birth, exiled without permission to maintain contact with any of them, is hiding. On one of the tables, there are some old romance books, many of them already marked as read. Egil smirks at the notes in the pages. He finds it strange that during her isolation, she learned to read and write with such fluency when her only company was the maids, and he knows that for a fact because Nadia herself had mentioned it once. He walks over to a cabinet and opens an old, faded leather chest, finding inside a silver necklace with a locket that, when opened, contains a portrait of her mother. He saw it ar