Good Memory Metaphorically Crossword

“Camille, I’ll love you forever!” Jameson let out a low, agonized growl. Just as he was about to climax, his phone suddenly began to buzz. He ignored it, of course. Now was hardly the time. However, his phone lit up again. The moment he saw the text on the screen, his body froze. Camille heard him answer the call. “Hello?” In the deep silence of the night, the voice on the phone cut through the stillness, clear and unmistakable. “Jameson, did you know that Sylvia—” Jameson switched languages and cut in with a sharp command, “Keep it down. It's not a good time.” The other person switched languages too, though he was still loud. “The hospital results came in. Sylvia is in the final stages of cancer. She only has a month left! Her last wish is to become your wife. Can you grant her that before she passes?” Jameson’s expression changed immediately. “What?! Wait for me!” He ended the call and turned to Camille. “Camille, something urgent came up. I need to step out for a bit. Be good and stay home. I’ll be back after you’ve had some sleep.” Before she could respond, he rose to wash up, changed his clothes, and left without looking back. Moments later, her phone buzzed. Sylvia: [Camille, you lost. I told you—Jameson has always been mine.] Right above it was a message from three days ago: [If I tell him I have cancer, do you think Jameson will leave you and come to me? I bet he will.] Camille’s gaze slowly shifted from her phone screen to the open bedroom door. What Jameson did not know was that she had already picked up a new language. She understood every word of that call. After a long moment, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I lost...”

Seven years into their marriage, Bella got hit with a truth—Steven had a kid. A six-year-old. She crouched behind the preschool slide, barely breathing, as Steven bent down to scoop the boy up. "Daddy, you haven't come to see me in forever." "Be good, Ollie. Work's been crazy. Listen to your mom, alright?" Bella froze. Same face. Same eyes. It was obvious. Everything about them screamed it—The man who swore he'd love her forever had been cheating on her this whole time. Steven and Bella weren't just a couple. They were childhood sweethearts. She once took a knife for him. Nearly died. Lost their baby. Lost the chance to ever have one again. Steven had held her hand back then, eyes red, saying, "I don't care if we never have kids. As long as I have you, that's enough." She still heard the shake in his voice. Now? Every promise. Every memory. All of it—gone.

Liam and I have been together for five years. We were supposed to become mates in a month. I have been planning our honeymoon because in these five years, we have never left this city. So I prepared a $100,000 trip in advance as a mating gift for Liam. When I mentioned it to him, before I even finished my words, he interrupted me impatiently, “Who asked you to plan it? For our honeymoon, I will only give you a budget of $50. We’ll just go somewhere nearby for a night.” That night, I found out he had transferred his $1 million hunting competition bonus to his childhood friend Stella, letting her use it to buy an apartment of her own. He got really mad at me, when he saw the receipt for the $100,000 I had prepaid for the honeymoon. “Who gave you the right to spend our future money on a trip?” Liam’s parents also yelled at me, “You are just a useless Omega! You can’t even shift into a werewolf form, unlike Stella, you are not good enough for our son.” But every single cent was earned by myself from my herb business. I broke up with him without any hesitation. Liam stole that trip from me and went on it with Stella instead. Seven years later, we ran into each other at the Alpha’s castle. Liam was about to become a Warrior of the pack. Meanwhile, I was on my knees, searching for something on the floor. “Mia, you broke up with me over a $50 honeymoon fund back then. Now, you are working as a maid? You’re in this mess because of your own choices.” In fact, I was looking for my pup’s favorite toy. It had rolled under one of the tables earlier. “Is that so? Don’t you even know who the Luna of this castle is?”

The night before the annual gala, my wife promised me a big surprise. But the very next day, she publicly quintupled the marketing manager's bonus. To me, she just gave a curt nod and a half-hearted "keep up the good work". When I questioned her decision, she brushed it off casually. "You've racked up some impressive wins in court. I'll give you that, but let's be real. Without Kevin hyping you up, you'd never have hit top-tier status. Plus, what's mine is yours. Why nitpick over a bonus?" The room buzzed with anticipation of my explosion. But I held my tongue till the gala ended. The next morning, I marched into her office and slapped my resignation letter down on her desk. "Might as well tack my salary onto Kevin's. Consider it my wedding present to you." She erupted, branding me as narrow-minded and dooming me to the unemployment line. She conveniently overlooked my track record as a powerhouse attorney. For that alone, elite firms were lining up to recruit me.

After Amber Louise Yzabelle ran away when she knew that she was pregnant and thought her man died in the accident, she started to live independently with her son, Ethan. Until she met Barack, a renowned businessman who was once her boss and she as the secretary became her fiance. As fate plays her so well, they have to deal with a business in the Philippines where Amber originally came from. What if the father of her son was actually alive but did not know that they had a child would cross on her path once again? Would she introduce her son to him or stand that it was hers and Barack's son? Would she forget and bury everything in the past or she will choose to Remember the forgotten? Remember Me, Aly Book 2

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE OLDER THAN YOU? May pag asa ba? Umamin ka? Anong naging sagot niya? Kahit na kailan hindi naisip ni Hyiena na makakaramdam pa siya ng pagmamahal. she's obsessed with death and hurting herself. Mahal niya ang ulan,sapagkat Malaya itong pumapatak at tumutunog ng walang halong pag aalinlangan.Everything seems to be tiring for her, not until, one day. She met Ermir, a 35-year-old man who loves poetry.a man who's completely lost in life, full of regrets and nostalgia in his youth. All he can do is stare at the pouring rain that gives a nostalgia to him. Hyiena falls in love with him. he denies his feelings, but write hundreds of poem for her. Amir loves her, she's dedicated. but it feels so wrong. she left. he stayed,nanatili siya kahit hindi sigurado kung may babalik pa ba.,tinulak niya,para lang makaabante siya kahit ang ibig sabihin nito ay maiwan siya sa llikuran. Anong mangyayari sa kwento nilang dalawa?pinaglalayo ng oras at panahon Ng paniniwala at prinsipyo Ng kalooban at kaisipan Mali sa paningin ng iba,tama para sa mga puso nila. ‘’nagpapasalamat ako sakanya,sa taong tumulak saakin Sa pagtulak na ‘yon,kahit na masakit,atleast nakahakbang ako .naka abante ako Umusad ako,habang siya ay naiwan sa likod,katulad ng pag talikod sakanya ng panahon ‘’

Nadhara merupakan seroang pastry chef, dia berhasil memulai usaha toko roti dan kue dengan hasil jerih payahnya sendiri. Nadhara memutuskan untuk mulai melupakan masa lalunya dan fokus kepada karir hingga seseorang dari masa lalunya menjungkirbalikkan kehidupannya. Althaf merupakan seorang dokter bedah. Dia merupakan dokter yang sangat terkenal dengan kebaikan dan ketampanannya. Di sebuah tempat terduga mereka kembali bertemu, membuat rasa benci Nadhara kembali naik ke permukaan. Nadhira membenci Althaf karena pria itu merenggut semua kebahagiaannya bahkan keperawanananya dan dia bertekad untuk menjauh dari pria itu. Tetapi, Althaf merasa jika pertemuan mereka merupakan takdir. Althaf ingin menebus kesalahan masa lalunya kepada Nadhara.Bagaimanakah kisah mereka selanjutnya? Akankah Althaf berhasil merebut Nadhara atau merelakan gadis itu bahagia dengan kehidupan tanpa dirinya?

My wife, Charlene Weber, has taken me to the Scumbag Court. If I'm found guilty, all my assets will be taken from me, and I'll face 10 years of imprisonment. Charlene, on the other hand, will get to marry her ideal man—Joel Quinlan—as she wishes. If I'm acquitted of all charges, Charlene will be made to divorce me without alimony. She'll also be cursed with bad luck and disfigured so badly she'll be the ugliest woman in the world. Conversely, I'll be given 10 million dollars in reparations and gain a lifetime's worth of good luck. Everyone is advising me to admit to my mistakes, but only because Charlene has always been a virtuous, devoted wife in their eyes. They think that there must surely be some complicated grievances between us at the moment. However, they are unaware that I've been reborn. This time, I'm going to tear off Charlene's mask of hypocrisy.

My family was supposed to be the richest of the land, yet I had to refund even a cheap delivery. Why? In my previous life, my housekeeper's daughter got her hands on a trading system. Every cent of money I spent would be hers. She started trying to guilt-trip me into donating to all the impoverished students in her school. It was charity anyway, so I signed a check worth 300 grand. The moment I did, that money became part of her savings, and the amount on my check was zero. Everyone called me names, called me a charlatan. Even the boy toy I spent good money on broke up with me. That girl used my money to donate to charities and became the kind and beautiful heiress. She told everyone I was the housekeeper's daughter instead. Furious, I grabbed my black card and started shopping like crazy. I wanted to prove I was the real heiress, but the balance in my account was cleared immediately. That girl then spent 1.2 million right away, like it was one dollar. She scoffed at me. "Don't try to act like you're rich when you're a broke loser. Your mother doesn't make enough as a housekeeper." The Internet decided to hunt me down. I could not handle the stress, and my mind broke. For some reason, my body withered away at a blistering rate. Before my father could save me, I drew my last breath. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to that fateful day. The day the housekeeper's daughter made me donate to the school.

The night before our wedding, Desmond Arlington got jumped out of nowhere. By the time I made it to the hospital, he stared at me like I was a total stranger. Doctor said it was memory loss—some brain rattle from the hit. Temporary, supposedly. So I went full nostalgia tour, dragging him back to all our spots, hoping something would click. Then one day at the hospital, I caught him running his mouth with his buddy. "Rhea's trying so hard. Doesn't that do anything for you?" "Do what? I'm over it. Same spots, same girl. The new ones are way more fun." "So why marry her? Just call it off and live your life." He snapped, "Shut up. I LOVE Rhea. I'd never bail on the wedding. I'm just... pushing it back a bit." I looked down at the test results—zero issues. Everything normal. And that's when it hit me: you can't help a faker.