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When everything failed all these years with too much betrayals, so many deep and dirty secrets that were revealed and massive amounts of unforgivable lies that all of us have been through, I still consider them as pieces that were beautiful despite being the ugliest things that I have ever been through in my entire life. They were those kinds of moments that I would still consider beautiful despite the ugliness in it because those ugliness wouldn't help us in achieving something so beautiful that even I didn't expect would still happen. It's still beautiful in such a way that it helped me finally reach the end of something that I had with Hugo long ago that was suppose to be beautifully unfi

“It is just a novel.” “It. Is. Just. A. Novel.” He picked a fluffy romance book and thrust it into my hands forcefully. “But, it can affect your mood. So, you are allowed to read only those stories that make you happy.” I bit my lower lip as I browsed through the pages of the book; briefly glancing at the ending. What Kain didn’t understand was that such happy endings hurt more than the tragic ones. They filled me with a longing I knew could never be fulfilled. They reminded me of everything that I could never have.

At times like this,I would call Ada and she would comfort me but today,I quarrelled with her and I knew that I will wake up with big black heavy eyes tomorrow morning, with sharp stinging pains from crying. Hello😁😁😋,my dear readers, I hope you're enjoying my book. Who would have thought Ada and Tamara will blow hot like this Even though Tamara is saying the truth. Well,we are like Ada sometimes, fighting the truth and dying from immerse pains. Please comment and let me know what you think about "NO HARM". Laters readers😁😁😘

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Author's Note Dear Reader, Welcome to Beautifully Unfaithful. This is a story about betrayal, but perhaps not in the way you expect. It is about a woman who spent years carrying everyone else's expectations while quietly starving inside. It is about grief that was never healed, love that became a weapon, and the devastating loneliness that can exist inside a marriage long before anyone walks away from it. Laurel Cruz Leonard is not a perfect heroine. She makes choices that many will question. Some will judge her. Others may understand her far too well.

And suddenly every moment from the last few months started replaying differently in my head. Amara offering to help with the Meridian files. Amara asking questions about the project, saying she wanted to improve her knowledge. Amara staying late near my desk. Helpful. Always so helpful. God. I felt stupid. Completely stupid. "It's disgusting," I said quietly. She started crying harder. "I never thought you'd hurt me." That one seemed to hit her harder than everything else. Her shoulders shook once. But honestly? I didn't care anymore. I was too exhausted to care.

Life was so hard. Life is so hard. And here she is, resilient as ever. It's been years, she has forgotten how warm human touch actually felt like. Aarunya looked outside the window of the dark room , finding a little peace at the rays of sun coming inside. Her body twinged in pain from the torture she suffered last night, again. In her heart she just mumbled two little words.. "Nothing's new." She mumbled, with her eyes dead and her shattered soul from the core.