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"Shut up, you say you don't know? Fine, didn't you know everything after I came back? So why didn't you divorce Aiden and give up the position of Mrs. Huo to me?" "Do you think I want to eat the food of your Williams family? If it weren't for my aunt's revenge, how could I have endured so many years? Do you know what kind of beast your father is? He hurt my aunt, ruined my life, and you took away the person I love the most! Such a person deserves a bad death! So his death was too easy, but can I let him go so easily?"

Because it doesn’t matter now. I am sorry for being selfish . I’m sorry for letting you down and leaving you. You have every right to hate me for leaving you when I know you need me the most. But I never regret marrying Amaan. He is my soul, my everything, without whom I won’t be alive.

"Jason, are you fine now?" Chris asked for the umpteenth time, staring closely at his best friend with eyes filled with sympathy. "Yes, Chris. I am fine now." Jason replied, getting fed up with the incessant questions. "Can you stop with the questions already?" He continued in a calm voice that sounded forced. He was already boiling inside of him.

"You were thinking about saying something." "I think about a lot of things. I don't say most of them." "That is genuinely difficult to believe." Something shifted in his expression, a movement that wasn't quite a smile but was adjacent to one, something drier than his usual performances. "You think I say everything I think?" "I think you say everything that serves a purpose." "And you think everything serves a purpose." "Doesn't it?"

she says as she walks off smirking. I don’t use the word ‘hate’ all that often, but I hate Manon. I hate her more than I’ve ever hated anyone or anything in my life. I hate her so much it could fuel me with enough energy for the rest of my lifetime. I’d never have to bask in the sun ever again. That’s not healthy, but it’s true. ***

my anger is taking its toll on me. "I am just asking for privacy while I dress up," she responds. "I am your fucking mate for fuck's sake!" I say, but then decide to leave the room before my furry overtakes my senses.

People like Riffen are definitely helpless. Doris thought, “Riffen, aren't you angry? I mean to tease you like crazy, but it's best to go crazy. I didn't mean to say that I couldn't say it, anyway, life is too bad, if you can't say it, life is a bit boring but it's better than being forced to say things that shouldn't be said. Thank you, Riffen, it may seem like not being able to say it is a disadvantage, but for a person like me who is not as good as dead, not being able to speak can make you angry, not happy, so it is not a waste." Riffen got angry, he approached Doris, one hand forcefully squeezed her mouth again and said:

( You are late) " Quelle impolitesse ! Vous ne devriez pas entrer dans le bureau de qui que ce soit sans autorisation comme celle-ci même si vous êtes malade." ( What rudeness! You shouldn't walk into anyone's office without permission like this even if you are sick) " Je fais ce que je veux." ( I do what I want) " Alors vous êtes malade d'arrogance." ( So you're sick of arrogance) " Et si je suis malade de toi et que te voir est mon médicament?"

"Must come with maturity." "That's it," I turned from him, opening up the front door. "I'm out of here." "You gonna call your little boy toy Tyler or something?" he jeered. "Mr Gray is the furthest thing from my boy toy, Mason. That was a cheap shot and you know it." He was silent, knowing full well that there was nothing more that he could say. "I hope you find someone who can make you happy, Mase, because god knows that person isn't me."

Melissa gives me that idiotic smirk I hated so much, and I look away from her and look at Zach. Zach looks like he wants to say something, and I put my hand up to signal him to keep quiet and say, "You don't have to explain anything. I don't care anymore." With that, I run as fast as I can from the scene, feeling every pain in my heart. I'm somewhere outside my school far away, when I feel my phone vibrating and see that Zach is calling me. I power off my phone and put my phone back in my pocket. I walk around to clear my mind, but every step feels heavy as I remember what happened right there. Suddenly, there's a thunderstorm around me, and raindrops fall on me, but I couldn't care less abo