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After 5 Years... Everything was going fine with the Soledad, Estacio, and Mendoza family. The fleeting instances were over and they all started a remarkable memorable and adventurous life. A lot of things happened in five years. In the span of five years, their lives had been woven together by a tapestry of both joyous and sorrowful events, each leaving an indelible mark on the fabric of their shared journey. From the elation of celebrating career milestones and personal achievements to the heartache of bidding farewell to loved ones and weathering unforeseen challenges, they had learned to dance amidst the unpredictable rhythm of life.

That he had touched her, kissed her, made a baby with her while still climbing into bed with me and whispering lies into my ears. I was nothing. I was just a placeholder. A fool. My vision blurred. My lungs screamed. But I didn’t stop. I ran till my knees gave way and I collapsed by the side of the road, my body heaving with sobs. People passed by. No one stopped. I was just another broken woman falling apart in the dark. I hugged myself, curling into a ball. All I could think about was how I had wasted five years. Five years of laughter, pain, trust, dreams. All of it... a lie.

Each word felt like it cost her something. “And you said—” Her voice cracked. “You said he would be safe.” Damian closed his eyes briefly. Just for a second. Because there was nothing he could say that wouldn’t make it worse. Nothing that would bring Silas back. Evelyn let out a broken laugh that didn’t sound like laughter at all. “Five years.” She looked at him like she didn’t recognize him. “I waited five years… and this is what happens when you come back?” The words weren’t loud.

"How old are they?" "Five." A muscle worked in his jaw. "We should go," I said. "Our driver's waiting." "Mara." "There's nothing to discuss, Luke. We're here on business. I didn't come looking for you." "But you're here. In Z City." "It's a large city. People live here. People visit. Standing in the same airport isn't a reunion." "Five years." His voice dropped, controlled but tight. "Five years of silence. And you just walk through arrivals like …"

] I turned off my phone and watched the scenery rushing past the window. This city held memories of my youth and love, but now I wanted to bury those memories with my own hands. On my first day in Gardenia, I threw myself into work. A new environment and a new project; being busy was the best distraction. Josh sent countless messages. Initially, these were explanations and apologies. However, they later became accusations and complaints. Josh: [Zoe, you're too impulsive!] Josh: [We've been together for ten years! Can't you give me a chance to explain?]

I leave everything behind and move halfway across the world to Alverra for Richard Leigh. Five years later, I still don't have permanent residency. Every application I submit gets rejected. Meanwhile, Mia Ferguson, the fake heiress living with us, gets approved in just three months. Richard even hires an immigration lawyer to fast-track her case. Eventually, I can't take the disappointment anymore, and I tell him I want to go home. Richard panics. He pulls me into his arms, crying as he begs me to stay. "Janet, you're my wife. You'll get permanent residency sooner or later. But Mia's different. She has no one. If she doesn't get permanent residency, she could be deported at any time. Pl

I finally make it home the following morning after getting dragged and assaulted in an alley the previous night. Chris Graham, my husband, is consumed with rage after learning what happened. He tracks down the assailant and stabs him. He is later killed in prison in retaliation. Queenie Stewart, the lawyer handling my defense case—who also happens to be my older sister—gets hit by a car and ends up in a vegetative state. Everyone blames me for dragging Chris and Queenie into this and tells me that I should have been the one to die instead. I'm fired from my job, and Mom and Dad even kick me out of the house. In the span of five years, I suffer a broken leg and permanent damage to half m

It was beautiful, but as she stared at the dark, rippling surface, a suffocating tightness seized her chest. She had not been in an open body of water since the accident. She had spent the last five years in chlorinated pools or safely on dry land, completely tethered to a man whose life she had bought with her own right hand. Looking at the freezing water now, the memories she had buried under years of quiet patience came rushing back. She remembered the blinding cold of the half-frozen lake five years ago, the frantic weight of a drunk Julian Sterling drowning in the dark, and the agonizing burn in her lungs as she pulled him to the surface.

"Something I should have done five years ago." Julian took two steps forward, bringing himself to the very edge of the dry concrete. "This city is your home. You were born here, your life is here." "My life was destroyed here!" Aria fired back, her voice ringing out like a whip. "By you! In a room full of your elite corporate friends while you handed away my hard work to a liar!" Julian flinched, the muscle in his jaw working furiously. "I spent five years paying for that mistake, Aria. Five years believing I drove my wife into a river!"