Hank J Wimbleton

Mariée depuis trois ans, je suis très à l'aise avec le statu quo. Mon mari était doux et attentionné, émotionnellement stable. Et nous n’avons jamais eu de disputes. Malheureusement, j’ai vu mon mari, qui était toujours introverti et doux, bloquer sa bien-aimée dans un coin en demandant avec colère : « Au début, c'était ton propre choix d'épouser une autre personne, tu n’as donc pas le droit de me demander maintenant ! » Je me suis rendu compte qu'à l'origine, quand il aimait vraiment une femme, il serait tellement passionné. Ensuite, j’ai choisi de divorcer, de partir et de m'évaporer. Beaucoup de gens disaient que Cédric Baudet était fou, car ce dernier me cherchait désespérément dans la Ville J. Il était si calme et si sûr de lui, comment pouvait-il être fou ? Il serait moins possible qu’il devienne fou pour moi, son ex-femme sans valeur. Plus tard, quand il m'a vue à côté d'un autre homme, il m'a serré le poignet, les yeux écarlates, en me suppliant humblement : « Chloé, j'ai eu tort, tu reviens à côté de moi, d'accord ? » C’était alors que j'ai compris qu'il n'y avait pas de rumeurs aveugles dans le monde extérieur. Il était vraiment fou.

Après la mort de son premier amour, Ivan Mésange m'a haïe pendant dix ans. J'ai tout fait pour me rattraper, mais il ne lâche qu'un rire froid, « si tu veux vraiment me faire plaisir, meurs. » Mon cœur saigne, mais quand le camion me renverse, il me sauve au prix de sa propre vie. Avant de fermer les yeux, il me fixe intensément, « j'aurais voulu... ne jamais te rencontrer. » Lors des funérailles, sa mère est accablée de chagrin. « J'aurais dû laisser Ivan et Jenni s'unir, je n'aurais pas dû le forcer à te marier ! » Mon beau-père me blâme, « Ivan t'a sauvée trois fois. Il était si bon. Pourquoi tu n'es pas morte à sa place ? ! » Tout le monde regrette mon mariage avec Ivan, même moi. Désemparée, je me fais virer des funérailles. Trois ans plus tard, à la commercialisation d'une machine qui remonte le temps, je choisis de retourner dans le passé. Cette fois, je couperai mes liens avec Ivan, cela pour le bien de tous.

คำโปรยปราย 'น้องสาว' คำนี้เธอเริ่มใช้ตั้งแต่ได้พบเจอกับเขา... ส่วนคำว่า 'พี่ชาย' คือสถานะที่เขา 'ไม่ต้องการ' ใช้กับเธอ น้องแพร: เดี๋ยวนี้...พี่เคนชอบทำ ให้ฉันใจเต้นแรงอยู่เรื่อยเลย พี่เคน: น้องสาวผม ผมหวง ผู้ชายคนไหนก็ห้ามแตะ ห้ามมอง ...และก็ห้ามยุ่งกับเธอเด็ดขาด! และจะหาว่าผม 'ไม่เตือน'

si Bryan Calvin des conde," ay isang governor nag lalawigan Ng Quezon, Siya ang pumalit SA kanyang ama na nag retired na bilang gobernador? SA edad niyang 38 year's old masasabi na stable na ang pamumuhay niya bilang isang negosyante at gobernador, nang bayan, my hoping Lang Siya SA mAy kapal na madagal na niya dinarasal na Sana mahanap na niya ang babaeng para SA kanya!, si sandy Valera Lorenzo napadpad SA Pilipinas para takasan ang tungkulin niya at ipaubaya SA kanyang Mahal na kapatid ang nais Lang niya ay semple pamumuhay, Pano kaya Kung pag dagpuin sila Ng tadhana?

After three years of secretly dating my boyfriend, I finally called my mom. "Mom, I've decided—I'm coming home to run the family business." She practically squealed through the phone. "That's such good news! But... what about your boyfriend?" I stood at the door, took a breath, and said, "Don't worry. In ten days, he's history."

Enemies. Iyan ang uri ng relasyon na mayroon sina Georgianna Ramirez at Eliam Sevilla. Ang kanilang mga magulang ay matalik na magkakaibigan kaya isang malaking palaisipan sa mga ito kung bakit lumaking hindi magkasundo ang dalawa. Bata palang sila ay hindi na sila magkaintindihan sa mga bagay-bagay. At ang kanilang diskusyon ay palaging nauuwi sa mga away. Pareho kasing matalino ang dalawa. At walang ayaw magpatalo sa kanila. Bukod kasi sa palaging magkalaban sa mga patimpalak sa kanilang eskuwelahan ay palagi ring nag-aagawan ang dalawa sa pagiging top 1 sa kanilang klase. Ang kanilang hindi pagkakaunawaan ay nagpatuloy hanggang sa kanilang pagtanda. Kahit graduate na ang mga ito at may kaniya-kaniya nang trabaho, hindi pa rin nagbabago ang tingin nila sa isa’t isa. Parehong rin silang galing sa angkan ng mga negosyante. Hindi pa man sila naipapanganak ay may kasunduan na ang kanilang mga lolo na silang dalawa ang siyang magbibigkis at mag-iisa sa dalawang pamilyang pinagtibay na ng panahon ang pagsasama. At kasal din lang ang natatanging paraan para mailigtas nila sa pagkakabenta ang plantasyon ng manggahan na matagal nang pag-aari ng kanilang pamilya. Pero paano nila gagawin iyon kung hindi naman nila gusto ang isa’t-isa? Handa ba nilang iwan ang kanilang mga karelasyon para lang sa kasal na hindi nila inakalang magaganap nang biglaan? At sa kanilang pagsasama bilang mag-asawa, posible nga kayang may mabuong pagmamahalan sa pagitan nilang dalawa?

In eight years together, my boyfriend—Shayne Raffield—blocked me eighty-eight times. This time? Because I missed his call. At my best friend's birthday party. Usually, I'd panic-order a gift, then stand outside his office, head down, ready to beg. But today? I blocked him first. The Chat Feed popped up, loud as ever: [Nooo, Ley-Bae, don't block Shay-Shay! He's just got abandonment issues. Comfort him!] [Shay's heart = shattered; Eyes = red. Ley, go! One pout and he's yours again!] Then Shayne called. Didn't say a word. Just breathed for ten seconds and hung up. The Chat Feed freaked out. [AHHHH SHAY LOVES LEY SO MUCH HE JUST SUCKS AT SAYING IT. THIS COWARD'S GONNA LOSE HIS GIRL.]

By the second year of my marriage to Quentin Lambert, we had a son. Fast forward five years, and I was basically a human cookbook, agonizing over every pinch of salt like it was rocket science. One night, Quentin tossed out, "Too much salt." And our son? He didn't even blink—he dumped the whole pot down the drain right in front of me. That's when it hit me—pure exhaustion, like a tidal wave. I told Quentin I wanted a divorce. He didn't even bother looking up. "Is that really necessary?" I nodded, my voice flat. "It is."

A writer once said, "We don't need down jackets in summer, fans in winter, and attention after we're disappointed." After the breakup, I became happy and even found myself. Thanks for letting me go. This is a series of stories after breakups. A relationship may not necessarily make people happier, but a breakup will definitely do it. “Seven Ear Piercings” I had a secret relationship with my stepmother's son. When we broke up, it became particularly unpleasant. One day, he got drunk and intercepted me in the bathroom. He said, "I'm a masochist. We'll torment each other until our hair turns grey. What can you do to me?" “Blind Date With an Undercover Cop” I never expected to meet him again. The last time I saw him, he was a clumsy barista who messed up my order nine times in a row. I felt sorry for him, so I tried to crack a joke. "Hey, are you an undercover cop?" He looked startled and denied it quickly. But as soon as I left the cafe, he locked the door and disappeared. Later on, we ran into each other again. He stopped me and said, "You're under arrest, because you have stolen my heart, darling."

On the day we were supposed to get our marriage license, Michael Robertson ghosted. I sat outside the County Clerk's Office for hours. Instead of him, I got a pic from his secretary, Kallie Clunt. She was in his lap, arms wrapped around him, making out like it was the hottest scene in a drama. [Sorry, Elsa. Michael said he had to comfort my broken heart. You don't mind, do you?] When I asked him about it, he just looked annoyed. "She gave me blood once. What's the big deal if I hang out with her? Can't you be a little more understanding?" My stomach dropped. I turned away and called his older brother. "Leon, do you still want to marry me?"