Harley Quinn 30th Anniversary

It was my 30th birthday, and my husband said he had a surprise for me. However, on the day of my birthday, he was nowhere to be found. I called him countless times, but no one answered. Just as I was about to panic and consider calling the police, I happened to see a post on the social media feed of his female secretary. “A typhoon hit, and my boss was worried about my safety, so he personally took me home. How wonderful! I’ve got a guardian angel for myself!” My anxiety turned to cold calm in an instant. I commented on her post: “Traveling during a typhoon is dangerous. Tell him he doesn’t need to come back.” Not long after I posted the comment, my husband called. “Kelly, I was only concerned about the safety of my subordinate, and yet you’re thinking such vile thoughts. “Birthdays come every year. Missing one won’t kill you!” You were right. Birthdays came every year. But there was no way I would celebrate them with you.

On the night of my 30th birthday, I waited until the early hours of the morning, but my husband, Theodore Hawk never showed up. Instead, I came across an Instagram post from his childhood sweetheart, Emily Gallagher. [What romantic is not the starry night, it is having you by my side.] In the picture, she was wearing a delicate, sky-blue camisole that revealed just enough to charm and seduce. A man stood close behind her, his hand firmly gripping her waist. The scene was set in the seaside villa that Theodore had gifted her, their figures intimately entwined under the soft glow of the night. Someone had commented beneath the post: [I can’t stand you two being this lovey-dovey all the time! Just get married already!] Emily had responded with a shy-face emoji. I had just liked the post when Theodore, who I had failed to reach all night, blew up my phone with calls. "Are you out of your mind, Camilla? Emi and I grew up together! If we wanted to be together, we would’ve done so long ago! Why are you being so petty?" Looking at how Theodore gently held her in his arms, comforting her, I realized something. Letting go of someone you’ve loved for seven years... can take only a moment.

On our wedding anniversary, my husband has his intern put on the custom-made wedding gown he prepared for me. "You wouldn't have looked good in a wedding gown with your baby bump, anyway. She's saving us trouble by wearing the gown for you. Think about how kind she is!" Before I can rebuke him, an earthquake happens. I lose my balance and fall to the floor. Instantly, I feel moisture on my legs. At the same time, my husband received a call from his intern. "There are so many frogs here, Mr. Quinn. I'm so scared…" My husband turns to leave, but I grab his pant leg. "Ethan, I—" "It's just a minor earthquake—the ground barely even shook. Don't make a mountain out of a molehill. Didn't you hear Chloe crying because she was so scared? Can't you be sympathetic?" He ignores the blood pooling around me and hurries off to comfort Chloe Bennett. That night, they share a passionate kiss under a sky full of fireworks. Meanwhile, my child dies in my belly. It's a pretty good way to end things. Someone like Ethan Quinn doesn't deserve to have his own children.

"Something I never chose, yet I don't want to lose"- Abigail Quinn The night of the plenilunary custom changes everything for ABIGAIL QUINZEL, a 23-year-old graduate from Ashgray Pack. She is more than happy for his mate, Alpha Daniel finally declares her as his mate. She can see Everything she dreamed of since her childhood coming into reality, little does she know that it is not going to last a second. When Daniel becomes obsessed with his brother’s mate - Linda, he rejects his yet-to-mark Luna, Abigail, so that he can pursue his affairs with Linda secretly. With great betrayal comes a lot of consequences, one of which He can no longer shift into his wolf. Abigail knows that Daniel is subjected to being the weakest alpha in history, for possessing a partial mate bond, but she can't disclose his secret - at least not without damaging his credibility in the pack, the last thing she can do. However, when Daniel calls, begging her to come home, trying every possible way to make her break the partial mate bond, Abigail is forced to decide what is more important: Accepting his rejection, ergo, sparing herself from future potential heartbreak, or preserving her secret of never-dimed love for him, although he yearns for a different motive. The only way to keep what’s alive in her and maintain her hope is by denying his Rejection.

*** What would you do if you were adopted by one of the wealthiest and most prestigious families in New York City, only to be treated like garbage for ten years just because you’re diagnosed with dyslexia? What would you do if on the third anniversary of your marriage, you find out that your dearly beloved husband is not only cheating on you with your spoiled, bratty adopted sister, but he also asks her to marry him behind your back? In Astrid’s case, she’s furious and heartbroken. All she wants is revenge. So she accepts a stranger’s invitation to a sex club and ends up enjoying a rough, passionate night with Silvan Rourke, the ruthless demon king of Wall Street… and her step brother. When Astrid finds out that she’s the heir to a winery company worth millions of dollars, she flees New York City but makes a grand return five years later to exact her revenge on the Montessori family for the years of abuse she suffered in their home. This time, she’s not alone. Astrid returns with little twin girls — the results of her passionate night with Silvan. But there’s a problem. The girls bear a striking resemblance to Silvan Rourke and the grumpy billionaire is starting to suspect that they might be his. Ultimately, Astrid has two missions: she must exact her revenge on the Montessori family and also prevent Silvan from finding out that Zoey and Zahra are his children. Will she succeed, or will forbidden chemistry spark between the step-siblings once again? Only one way to find out!!

Ynaria thinks that is where the tragedy that happened to her co-workers ends when they went to the resort in Laguna to celebrate the fifth anniversary of Seven Restaurant. But when they return to Manila, there will be another warning. One by one something will be lost. The hidden secret will be discovered. And who has the plan?

On the night they were suppose to celebrate their third anniversary, Maya catches her boyfriend of the time in bed with a woman doing a dance that is old as time itself. She turns to her best friend for comfort who later manipulates her to go out for a night drink which ends up in a beautiful disaster... kissing a stranger perhaps

On our first wedding anniversary, I took the day off from work and left early, only to find that my wife had probably cheated on me. One day I arrived at home, I found a shocking display where my wife was engaging in some intense activities…

"You've undergone IVF six times to conceive this child, Ms. Caldwell. Are you sure you want to give up? Is Mr. Spencer okay with this?" "I'm sure he'll agree." Callista Caldwell's voice is hoarse after a sleepless night. She's never felt more awake, though. "I'll schedule the surgery for a week from now, then." It's Callista and Luther Spencer's wedding anniversary in a week. This is good—she can end things where they started. After booking her flight out of the country, she places her hand on her abdomen. There's a blossoming life in there. She's looked forward to this for the past five years. She never would've expected to give up on it before it could happen.

After being condemned across the internet for plagiarism, I stood before everyone and announced my retirement from writing. My boyfriend, Carter Xavier, who had been furiously accusing me just moments ago, froze in shock. “What are you doing? Don’t you still have debts to pay?” Ruby Quinn—his precious and the so-called victim of this scandal—immediately panicked. “Vera, you don’t have to punish yourself like this. I’m willing to give you a chance to start over.” I remained firm, my expression cold and unmoving as camera flashes exploded around me. In my past life, these two had humiliated me, plotting together behind my back to steal my work. My painstaking efforts had built Ruby’s reputation as a so-called genius author. But not this time. Without hesitation, I deleted the pen name I had used for the past six years. I had spent enough time struggling in a cramped rental apartment. It was time to return home and claim my family inheritance. As for Ruby Quinn— Let’s see how you finish the rest of that stolen manuscript without me.