First Aid Sa Napako Ang Paa

Ils étaient jeunes, amoureux, mariés. Rym rêvait d’une vie simple, douce et pleine de stabilité. Ashraf, son mari, était un ingénieur brillant, un peu nerd, passionné d’informatique, mais maladroit dans la vraie vie. Elle cuisinait avec amour. Il travaillait pour leur avenir. Tout semblait parfait… jusqu’au jour où il a décidé de tout quitter pour créer son entreprise. Sans prévenir. Sans lui demander son avis. Les factures s'accumulaient. Le stress a tué les tendres moments. Et un jour, Rym a décidé de partir. Quatre ans plus tard, le passé frappe à sa porte… Ou plutôt, elle frappe à celle de son passé. En quête d’un nouveau travail, Rym est engagée dans une entreprise puissante, où le PDG n’est autre que… Ashraf. Mais ce n’est plus le même homme. Fini le jeune mari naïf. Aujourd’hui, il est élégant, froid, concentré, respecté — un vrai requin du monde des affaires. Et elle ? Juste une salariée. Une silhouette parmi tant d’autres. Une inconnue… avec un passé. Va-t-elle réussir à raviver son regard ? Ou va-t-elle découvrir qu’il n’y a pas de deuxième chance quand le cœur change ?

I conscientiously perform my duties as the Luna of the Blackwood pack throughout our three years of bond. During every cycle of the full moon, my Alpha, Damon Slater, insists on personally preparing Wolf Essence Elixir for me. He claims it enables me to manage my duties as Luna with greater ease. I trust him implicitly, never doubting his words. It is only later that the shaman reveals that "the elixir" is actually Shadowmoon Drug—a forbidden drug that induces infertility. I haven't even had the chance to question him when Isabelle Turner, his lover, brazenly posts a sonogram confirming the Alpha's pup in the group chat. Damon, my Alpha, does nothing, letting Isabelle accept everyone's pledge of loyalty to her. Damon coldly reminds me that our bond serves a purely political purpose for the alliance and then aggressively questions me about what grievances I still hold. He thinks of me as merely a means to serve the alliance, a tool that can be replaced at any time. He is completely wrong about that, though.

Fated Mates can be wrong. Follow your heart, see with your eyes, and think, instead of obeying fate. Thorne Lamont and Azalea Archer are fated mates in their third year of their arranged marriage, but the cracks in their relationship are starting to show. Azalea loves Thorne deeply, although not with overwhelming , she supports him to excel as Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack. Though their marriage has always been a shallow, loveless one, they shared their share of happy times and Azalea has developed feelings for Thorne; however, something has been going on with Thorne and he has been distancing himself even more... Vanessa Ivanov, Thorne's first love has returned to the pack and she has her sights set on the man she left behind. As Thorne struggles with his feelings for Azalea he carries on with Vanessa until eventually Azalea makes a decision that will change both their lives. Now her ex-boyfriend Axel Rivers has returned, seeking revenge on Thorne and has vowed to steal more than his title of Alpha, he wants Azalea, too and will stop at nothing to stake his claim. Will Thorne and Azalea be able to mend their shattered pieces of a broken marriage? Or will they succumb to the revengeful plots of those who have their own agendas? The tension between them is palpable, as they try to navigate their way through the treacherous waters of their feelings for each other and the outside forces that threaten to tear them apart.

My wife's first love kills me without a shred of mercy. But my wife, a world-class surgeon, doesn't try to save me. Instead, she comforts her first love. "He's so ruthless! How could he hurt you this badly?" She even tells the police that I've severely injured her first love, claiming she wants to press charges for attempted murder. Then she points at my body and demands that I get up and apologize to her first love. "Charles, stop pretending! You just want me to pity you, right? Get up and apologize to Steven!" she yells.

I had everything planned a month in advance for our holiday. I was going to take my wife and daughter on a trip to see the country's beautiful landscapes, but just before we were supposed to leave, they both disappeared. I ended up standing alone in the pouring rain, trying to call them. My daughter's voice came through over the phone—it was cold and impatient. "Mommy's having dinner with Uncle Skyler. We don't want to go anymore." Right after that, the call was cut off. I had been blocked. They locked me out of the house on purpose and left me to freeze out there all night. The rain had already drenched me, and I was running a high fever that turned into pneumonia. Meanwhile, the two of them were off enjoying a vacation with Skyler Shire. That was the moment I knew—this marriage was well and truly over.

When the criminal tortured me to death, I was three-month pregnant. But my husband Mark - the city's most prominent detective - was at the hospital with his first love Emma, accompanying her for her medical checkup. Three days ago, he demanded me to donate my kidney to Emma. When I refused, telling him I was two months pregnant with our child, his eyes had turned cold. "Stop lying," he had snarled. "You're just being selfish, trying to let Emma die." He pulled over on the dark highway. "Get out," he ordered. "Walk home since you're so heartless. " I stood there in the darkness and was kidnapped by the vengeful criminal, whom Mark had once imprisoned. He cut out my tongue. With cruel satisfaction, he used my phone to call my husband. Mark's response was brief and cold: "Whatever it is, Emma's medical checkup is more important! She needs me right now." The criminal let out a dark chuckle. "Well, well... Seems like the great detective values his ex's life more than his current wife's." When Mark arrived at the crime scene hours later, he was horrified by the brutality inflicted on the corpse. He angrily condemned the murderer for treating a pregnant woman so cruelly But he didn't recognize that the mutilated body before him was his own wife - me.

On the day I discovered I was pregnant, my husband's first love—who also happened to be my half-sister—returned.

My fiancé's first love was taking photos on a cliff before the landslide. To save her, he actually left me behind on the crumbling edge. I pleaded with him to save me. "Lucy isn't physically strong—she can't handle this alone. You've always been resilient. I'll get Lucy to safety first, then come back for you." Their silhouettes vanished over the ridge. After a brief commotion, everything went silent. Including me, with my freshly sprained ankle. When he saw the news of my death, he completely fell apart.

It was a national holiday and we decided to drive back to my husband's hometown to spend the holidays. One day before we left, my husband's childhood crush came crying to him that she had not managed to buy train tickets home. My husband immediately decided to let her have my seat in the car and insisted that I take the train instead. I looked at him in disbelief. There was shock in my eyes. Even my son insisted I take the train. "Mommy, Aunt Rosie is so pretty. How could you make her take the train?" I did not argue. I booked my train ticket right in front of them. However, it was to my own hometown. I no longer wanted a biased husband and a disloyal son.

La fille adoptive que papa avait recueillie n'a été enfermée que quelques minutes dans le petit débarras par accident, mais il m'a attaché et m'a enfermé dans le débarras, en allant jusqu'à boucher les trous d'aération avec des serviettes. Il a dit : « Si tu n'apprends pas à prendre soin de ta sœur, alors tu vas goûter à la souffrance qu'elle a endurée. » Mais je souffrais déjà de claustrophobie, et alors ce petit espace sombre, je ne pouvais que retenir ma peur et le supplier. Mais en retour, j'ai reçu ses reproches impitoyables : « Cette leçon est là pour te faire réfléchir. » Quand le dernier espoir est disparu, je me suis débattu désespérément dans le noir. Une semaine plus tard, papa s'est enfin souvenu de moi et a décidé de mettre fin à cette punition : « J'espère que cette leçon te fera réfléchir. S'il y a une prochaine fois, tu seras mis à la porte. » Mais il ne savait pas que j'étais déjà mort dans le débarras, et que mon cadavre avait commencé à pourrir.