Love Is Pain Quotes

Five years after our son was born, I finally faced the truth: my wife didn't love me—or our boy. Determined to end this miserable marriage, I made plans to leave and take our son with me. But fate had other ideas. A car accident cost me a kidney and took our son's eye. At my lowest point, my usually distant wife fell to her knees right in the hospital corridor, begging for forgiveness. She swore she would spend the rest of her life taking care of us. We decided to give her one last chance—a 100-day trial. If she made it, we'd stay together. But on the ninety-ninth day, my son and I overheard her talking to the attending physician. "Emma," the doctor said, "did you really arrange that accident to secure organs for Daniel Carter's son? You did that to take a kidney from your husband and an eye from your son—was it worth it?" Emma Evans's voice was eerily calm. "It was worth it. As long as Daniel is happy, I'd do anything." "And what if your husband and son find out?" She fell silent for a moment, then instinctively touched the wedding ring on her hand. "Then they'll never know. They just want a family; I'll do everything I can to make up for it." So the "changed woman" we thought we knew was just an act—a carefully built lie. The happiness my son and I had begun to believe in was nothing more than a story she'd crafted to protect the person she really loved. Every kindness, every effort—it had all been quietly weighed and paid for in advance.

Nikkie needs to earn at least 70,000 dollars for her mother's medical expenses. She can't get that much money from her part-time job. What kind of job could she get as a high school graduate to earn that much money? As she was crying about her poverty in a corner of the hospital lobby, a couple in their mid-thirties, dressed in fancy clothes, suddenly approached her. "Sorry, we accidentally heard about your predicament. Would you like to help us, and get 70,000 dollars in return?" the woman asked kindly. "What do I have to do? I'll do anything!" said Nikkie excitedly. "Be a surrogate mother for us."

Pertamakali melihatnya aku terpesona. Kedua kali aku menatap bola mata indah itu aku tahu aku jatuh cinta. Pada dia yang menarik aku dari pusat tempat ku berpijak. Namun sayang aku tidak berani mengatakan kepada gadis pemilik senyum manis itu. Kenapa ? Karena aku lumpuh. Aku memang kaya, dari keluarga terpandang, namun mampukah aku memiliki tulus cintanya ? Dengan kondisi diriku yang cacat ini.

Je regardai le téléphone cherchant à comprendre ce qui n’a pas marché. On s’entendait tellement Yama et moi. C'était ma meilleure amie et maintenant c’est limite si on peut se parler quelques minutes sans que ça vire à la dispute. Je l’ai encouragée quand elle sortait avec son mari alors elle pourrait en faire de même pour moi. J’ai quand même le droit de passer du temps avec Salif autant qu’elle en passe avec son mari. Pourquoi les gens ne peuvent pas comprendre que j'aime cet homme et que j'ai besoin de lui ? »

For billionaire lawyer Cynthia, the courtroom is her domain. She's a fierce advocate for women's rights and has won countless battles against injustice. But when her own marriage implodes, she finds herself in the unfamiliar role of defendant. Can she navigate the treacherous waters of her own divorce and emerge with her rights intact?

“First Love Never Dies,” sabi nila. Kaya naman kahit lumipas na ang ilang taon ay iisang babae pa rin ang nasa puso't isipan si Andrew Herras, iyon ay ang ex-girlfriend niyang si Mara Salandanan. Ikakasal na sana ang dalawa noon, ngunit hindi sumipot ang nobyo sa araw ng kanilang kasal at simula noong araw na iyon ay hindi na nagpakita o nagparamdam pa si Andrew kay Mara. Nagsimula siyang magalit sa kanya. Kinamumuhian niya ito na halos gusto niyang ipagsigawan sa buong mundo na sana hindi na lang niya nakilala si Andrew. Pagkatapos ng maraming araw, buwan at taon. Pinagtagpo ulit sila ng tadhana. Pero sa mga sandaling iyon, nakahanap na siya ng iba. Alam niyang ikakasal ito sa ibang lalaki at alam din niyang mas better ang lalaking ipinalit nito sa kanya. Ngunit hindi pa ito ang huling kabanata para sa kanilang dalawa ni Mara. Dahil si Andrew, naniniwala na hindi pa huli ang lahat para makabawi siya sa mga pagkakamaling nagawa niya noon sa dating kasintahan. Mapipigilan ba niya si Mara na magpakasal sa iba? O tuluyan na siyang buburahin ni Mara sa kanyang puso at alaala? *** PAINFULLOVE 2021AllRightsReserved_CAT LYN

Ginawang parahusan,binuntis ,saka iniwan nang walang pasabi-sabi! Tapos babalik ka ngayong wala na ang anak natin!" Wala kang kwentang ama! Pinabayaan mo kami nang ating anak!Paano pa ako magtitiwala sayo muli!Kaya nakikiusap ako sayo! lubayan mo na ako! Dahil kahit kaylan hindi mo na ma-ibabalik pa ang buhay nang ating anak! "Maghihiganti ako ! ' Hanggang humihinga pa ako!

Hurting deep down, a lot of us mask our real feelings. Most people think that by hiding the hurt would fade but it never really goes away. It's hard to confront the fact that you have been hurting. This could make you unnecessarily lash out at people, isolate yourself and even experience bouts of depression. No one can end your hurt for you, it's an endless cycle of pain and anger that only stops when you choose. Healing is a journey and you can start on it right now. It's not even as difficult as you thought it would be.

Iris escapes a stifling marriage, finding refuge in a chance encounter with Ian at a resort. Shared confessions spark a connection, leading to Ian's frequent visits to Iris's life. As their friendship deepens, external pressures and family complexities threaten their budding relationship. Will they overcome the challenges that seek to unravel their newfound connection?

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.