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On the day of our family trip, I woke up early, only to be shocked to find the house completely empty. While I was still wondering what was going on, a message from my younger sister, Cynthia, popped up in the family group chat. "Oh no, I forgot to tell everyone in this group that the departure time had been moved up!" The next second, the message was recalled. As I stared blankly at the now-empty chat, I felt my eyes sting. At that moment, I realized they had another family group chat—one that did not include me. While I was still in a daze, Mom called. "I'm sorry, Yesenia. We moved the departure time up by an hour and forgot to tell you. Hurry and get a cab over here. Maybe you can

“You’re quiet.” I smiled nervously. “I’m nervous.” “Why?” I lowered my eyes. I didn’t answer right away. Tiar gently lifted my chin. “Laya.” “Hm?” “You can tell me anything.” I took a deep breath. “I’ve never done this before.” He went quiet for a moment. Then his expression softened. “I know.” I looked at him. “You know?” “I can tell.” I laughed nervously. “Is it that obvious?” “No.” He smiled.

After ten years’ being in love with Don Bianco, I finally got the chance to take wedding photos with him. My best friend Amy, who facilitated our engagement, also came to help us. When Amy was dressed in her tailored bridesmaid dress, I saw a clear astonishment in Bianco’s eyes. Amy advised to take a photo together as a commemoration, As I stood in my wedding dress as the central one, Amy laughed at herself: “I look like a maid.” Immediately, Bianco dragged me to the edge, leaving the highlight to Amy. The flash lit up, they were the perfect match. When choosing the photos, Bianco required the photographer pick the one with me on the edge as the welcome poster for our wedding. I questioned B

I didn't have to look at the screen to know that Grace was calling me. After being married to her for the last decade, I didn't have any other friends except for the wealthy wives who I had befriended for the sake of her business. I walked along the road for the next ten minutes before the screeching sounds of brakes cut through the air. A few seconds later, a black Jeep stopped next to me. A cheerful voice resounded from within the Jeep as a woman wound down the window. "Get in," she said. I shot a puzzled look at the woman and didn't budge an inch.

"Joey!" She pulled me into a tight hug, beaming with excitement. "Welcome aboard." Sitting in my mentor's car, breathing in the fresh, unfamiliar air, I felt so much lighter. A sense of freedom I'd never known before welled up inside me. The moment I swapped in a new SIM card, Anna called. "Sweetheart, did you land safely? Thank God, you're finally picking up!" "What's going on?" Her voice was rushed and excited, with a hint of glee underneath.

Born from every hardship we have endured. I am never letting him go. Never. Even if he asks me to. Even if his demons try to push me away. I will never leave him. Never.

Before she could finish her sentence, she locked eyes with Cedric. She immediately fell silent and turned visibly stiff. “What agreement?” Cedric caught the tail end of what she was saying. Eden casually rolled up the document while stating nonchalantly, “Nothing. Just some paperwork to finance another orphanage. “Anyway, enjoy your food, everyone. We’ll make a move.” She remained indifferent throughout the entire interaction. Even after being insulted and attacked by Mateo. Even after confronting Amelie, who looked just like her and was wearing Cedric’s coat, she did not seem upset in the slightest.

He lowered his gaze to my lips. “Really?” He nodded. “But we’ve never…” “Never what?” “Nothing. I’m just going to go die now.” I tried to pull away, but he kept hold of me, keeping me in place. “Jules.” His voice was soft, seeking, and I stopped struggling and looked at him. “Finish what you were going to say.” “We’ve never even kissed,” I whispered. His gaze flicked between my eyes and my mouth, his expression dark and intense.

The guy who once loved me couldn't even stand being near me. I tried everything to jog his memory. Climbed some endless stone steps to an old cathedral, begging for a miracle. Walked away with busted knees, a scraped forehead, and no answers. And him? He brought Vivian back. "I don't know why I married you," he said, stone cold. "But I'll take responsibility. I'm not divorcing you. I only remember promising to love Vivian forever." Just like that, he wiped out everything we had. Our whole story—gone.

𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 , 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?