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Randall’s voice cracked as he whispered, “I wondered then where we went wrong. Was it when we lived in that tiny apartment, dreaming of a better life? Was it when I worked tirelessly, negotiating with those ruthless businessmen to build something out of nothing? “I finally realized it was a mistake for me to love you. “You are not worth it.” Randall fell apart, sobbing uncontrollably into his hands.

Margaret, with her gentle smile, had reassured him, "A mistake that can be fixed isn't really a mistake. It's progress." Malcolm stood still, taken aback by her calmness. Choosing to return to his home country and start a flower shop had, in a way, been Malcolm's way of running away. At that point, he was already a top-tier food critic in the culinary world. He had tasted nearly every ingredient under the sun. Yet, during a competition, he had mistakenly identified a flavor he barely knew. In one night, his reputation had been destroyed, and the contestant he had accused had dropped out of the competition forever.

Seeing me finally eat, Ashton’s face lit up with happiness, and he excitedly mentioned making food for me again next time, which I did not respond to. After a few days of rest and feeling better, I got discharged from the hospital. The first thing I did when I got home was throw the printed divorce papers right in Ashton’s face. “Sign it. The house, the car, and everything you’ve earned in the last two years—I don’t want a penny of it.” My salary, however, was decent before Ashton’s business took off and I had to quit my job to focus on IVF treatments. Thus, all the money I made went into supporting the household and funding his startup, and I wanted my 60 thousand dollars back from that.

Tonight we made it real with a game we called **The Shared Fantasy**. The rules were simple but powerful: - Each person starts by touching themselves. - You confess a fantasy in detail while you touch. - The others echo your fantasy by touching themselves or you. - The game escalates until fantasies become reality. My heart was racing as I untied my robe and let it fall to the floor. I was completely naked. I sat on the edge of the large bed, spread my legs, and slowly ran two fingers along my already wet pussy. “I’ll start,” I whispered, my voice soft. “My fantasy is being watched while I touch myself… and then being shared by both of you.”

I saw a watch I liked at the counter, and the luminova on the dial illuminated straight into my heart. I wanted it desperately, but it cost eight hundred dollars. Bianca said it was just brand markup and that anyone who bought it was an idiot. However, she secretly signed up as a test subject for a medical research facility's drug trials behind my back. She earned one thousand dollars from that and bought me the watch. That became Bianca's get out of jail free card. Because of this watch, I forgave Bianca for being inconsiderate, forgave her for loving research more than me, and forgave her absurd demand that she would only marry me once I had one hundred thousand dollars ready.

“I’ll start from the beginning then and please believe me I never wanted to hide this from any of you It’s just that I did not know what to say and most importantly I was just scared of being judged. You all are the most important people in my life disappointing you was never something I wanted to do. I wanted you to all be proud of me and I didn’t think by telling you the truth at that time you’d regard me as how you used to before that’s why I decided not to tell you the truth sooner.” I started from the very beginning while reminiscing in the memories. “When we left for school four years ago, we didn’t go directly to Italy we went clubbing in New York. It was just our own way of having fu

The drug was affecting him very hard and quickly. She dropped him down on the bed taking control, she climbed on top of him and started to grind herself on him. Alan even closed his eyes, not even wanting to see the act, he couldn't even move anymore and just laid down there like a log of tree. Why was fate playing with him like this? God please don't let this happen! He screamed internally.

And the baby in my womb has the potential to ruin them. "Y-You are pregnant?" Aunt Eloisa asked, looking incredulous at what she heard. I looked at Liam first before nodding my head slowly. We immediately heard the loud crashing of trash cans as a result of Liam's kick. I took another step back. "That's not mine! Nothing is happening to us yet! Are you trying to trick me?! Huh? You slut!" My eyes widened. "What are you saying?!" I shouted. I looked at Aunt Eloisa when she slowly released me, a trace of confusion in her expression.

"It doesn't matter anyways. I have another homework for you" I sighed. But louder than intended. "Oh, are you tired? Ugh, ugly Betty." she grabbed a handful of my hair, tugging at it. "Just remember who you are and where you stand in this school." Everyone else in the class had turned to watch. Some had their phones out and were recording. "YOU. ARE. A. FUCKING. CHARITY. CASE" she said drawing out the words more than necessary.

Then greed replaced it. She dropped to her knees with a dull thud. Tears streamed down her face. "Ced, I know I was wrong. I truly understand now… That bastard Donovan tricked me. He ran away with the last money I had left. I have nothing now. Nothing. You're the only one I have. "Ced, we were husband and wife for so many years. Please help me. You're rich now. Just give me a little. That's enough for me to start over. If you help me, I'll come back to the family. I'll make it up to you."