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anymore. Natha grew frustrated. He'd already told us that he would apologize later! So why could we just be a little more patient with him? The last message between us was my final farewell to him. "Theo and I are leaving. I wish you all the best in your future. Let's never meet again." There was a long bang when he kicked the chair hard, sending it flying across the room against the walls. His expression was as dark as thunder. He immediately began typing on the screen.

"Her fiance keeps ditching her for another woman." "Does her fiance even love her?" "To be left at the altar that many times and still cling on… She just has no pride." A lump formed in my throat, and I could barely hold back my tears. I clenched my hands tightly, pretending I hadn't heard a word. Just then, my phone vibrated with a message. "Ms. Marino, this is Kyle Rossi, Head of the International Medical Organization. We are convening the International Medical Summit and launching a global relief effort. We would like to invite you to join us. We look forward to your reply."

I was barely in my 30s, yet I had turned myself into a common village woman. As I grabbed my documents and prepared to leave, I ran into Frankie, who looked exhausted as he walked in. "Oh, now you're looking for me? It's too late! Renee, don't blame me for not giving you a chance to marry me. I waited all day yesterday, and you didn't show up. Don't come crying to me asking me to marry you now!" Frankie's tone was as self-righteous as ever, like he was doing me a huge favor by even thinking about marrying me.

Before my surgery, my best friend asked me, "You and Vivian are practically married. Why do you suddenly want to break up?" I handed him my phone. "Because of one message." The chat stopped at noon. I'd sent Vivian a photo of my lunch and complained that the takeout was awful. Four hours later, she replied with one word: "Yeah." But on social media, I saw her like the lunch Miles had posted, with a comment underneath it that read, "Takeout isn't healthy. From now on I'll cook for you like I did today." Below that was a pile of little back-and-forth nothings between them, lively and endless. I stared at the post for a long time. Then I deleted the message sitting in our chat box: "What

When my husband, a college professor, suddenly asked to sleep in separate rooms, I knew he had developed feelings for one of his female students. Then that student hit our seven-year-old son with her car, leaving him paralyzed. I gave Cedric Langley two choices. Either send her to prison, or make sure she never graduated and force her to spend the rest of her life paying for what she'd done. But when Cedric came home, he dropped to his knees beside me, his eyes rimmed red. "She was so ashamed that she took her own life. I'll never betray you or our child again." He smashed the student's gravestone, burned everything connected to her, and became the devoted husband and father he had once

Mine stayed curved around her hip, possessive without meaning to be. After a while she laughed, quiet and a little wrecked. “So. Same time next Thursday?” I lifted my head, looked down at her messy hair, swollen lips, the faint red marks my mouth had left on her throat and felt the slow, dangerous pull of wanting more already. “Fuck the lecture,” I said. “I’m free tomorrow.”

However, I could not reach him. Corbin had already disappeared down the stairs. All I could hear was the echo of him answering Mabel’s phone call. “Bet. If I lose, I’ll carry you while doing squats.” I stood frozen in place. The silence was heavy. Then, my mother came home and asked me what was wrong. I opened my mouth, but the words would not come. When I finally managed to speak, my voice came out hoarse as I said, “Mom, I don’t want to repeat my senior year anymore.”

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Shayne sarcastically says. “But I love your sister so much, so I waited for her,” Paul added. Shayne giggled. “Can you play it for us?” Shayne suggested. Paul started to strum. While the time is passing Your smile is always in my mind Can we go back to yesterday Or make everything surreal today Now that you’re gone I know there’s something missing, my woman And if you’re listening to this song I hope you believe that I truly love you.