Paid Payback

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life. And in the end, I chose to forgive him. Several months later, he crashed into a guardrail while answering a phone call, causing me to miscarry. The injury left me unable to conceive for life. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his voice choked with remorse. "Darling, I don't deserve you. I'm so sorry… We don't need children. We have each other, isn't that enough?" One day, I went to bring him lunch, only to find him in the next hospital room, cradling and feeding the woman he swore he'd never see again. "She's too weak to eat by herself," he said. "She has early-stage stomach cancer. There's no one else to take care of her… she's all alone." I chose to believe him. Again. Until one day, a pair of twins appeared in our home. Sophie Dixon knelt before me, wearing the postpartum gown he had once lovingly picked out for me, clutching my hand with tears streaming down her face. "It's all my fault. Please don't blame Jaxon. If you say the word, I'll leave with the children immediately." Jaxon grabbed my other hand, desperation thick in his voice. "Lauren, you've always been the kindest person I know. The children are still so young. How could Sophie possibly raise them alone? You wouldn't be that cruel… would you?" I looked down at the hands gripping mine from both sides, and suddenly, I laughed. "Jaxon, let's get a divorce. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness."

Si Alera Cardinal. S'ya ang babaeng go lang ng go sa buhay. She can be your girlfriend, and she can be your mistress. Ang trabaho ni Alera bilang isang paid sl*t ay walang sinasantong sitwasyon at relasyon . She doesn't care kung may asawa ba ang lalaki or my girlfriend ito, malaking wala s'yang pakialam. All she needs is to ride that man and earned money. Of course, lahat ng lalaking nakaka-sex n'ya laging sinasabi sa kanya na mahal s'ya ng mga ito. She replied `` I love you too" pero it was a big joke. Hindi s'ya naniniwala sa pagmamahal dahil ang paniniwala n'ya ay hindi lumiligaya ang lalaki sa pagmamahal. Dahil kung marunong magmahal ang mga ito ay bakit nagiging kabit s'ya at nagiging pangalawang girlfriend ng iba. Alera is a wild stripper. Pero paano kung isang araw ay may isang Hitler Francisco ang mag pagpaparamdam sa kanya ng tunay na pagmamahal? Mababago ba ang paniniwala n'ya? Hitler nurture Alera a love na hindi nito pinaniniwalaan. Si Alejandro ay galit sa sl*t woman dahil magagamit ang tingin n'ya sa mga ito. But, except Alera. Pero paano kung isang araw na kung kailan malapit na ang kanilang kasal ay tsaka pa malalaman ni Alera na ang ama ng binata ay naging sugar daddy n'ya noon na naging dahilan ng hiwalayan ng mag-asawa na s'yang dahilan ng binata to hate the sl*ts, at ngayon ay bina-blackmail s'ya ng ama nito. How will Alera escape sa sitwasyon at sabihin ang totoo sa lalaking mahal n'ya na s'ya pala ang dahilan kung bakit nasira ang masaya nitong pamilya. Paano n'ya gagawin iyon kung maaaring mawala ang taong mahal n'ya at nag iisang nagmamahal sa kanya. Maglalakas-loob ba s'yang magsabi ng totoo, o magpapa-alipin na lang s'ya sa ama nito as his secret sl*t in order to keep her secret.

When my best friend and I realized we had been reborn and traveled back several decades, we locked eyes, collapsed into each other's arms, and sobbed, shouting that we wanted to break off our engagements. The entire neighborhood whispered that we had lost our minds. But only we knew the truth. In our past lives, this was the day everything was sealed: she married a battalion commander, Ned Stark, and I became the wife of a high school teacher, Robbie Stark. My husband betrayed me. For the sake of that pretentious whore, Scarlett Wheaton, he stole my university admission letter and let her take my place on campus. The world mocked me as a failure, and Robbie stood by in silence. After we married, every time he touched me, he would immediately write another love letter to Scarlett—atoning for his supposed guilt. "Scarlett, even if I can't be with you in this life, my soul will always belong to you alone." Even my own child despised me, calling me an ignorant village woman, urging me again and again to divorce so that his father could be with his "true love," Scarlett. And my best friend, Rachel Croft—born the daughter of a factory director—was tricked by her husband, Ned, under the pretense of buying a house. He drained her savings and her wages for twenty long years. It wasn't until she fell gravely ill and went to sell the house that she discovered the deed he had given her was a forgery. The real house—the one paid in full—was in Scarlett's name. One of Scarlett's dresses cost more than my friend's entire monthly salary. When Rachel begged to reclaim what rightfully belonged to her, she was met only with contempt from Ned and her child. "All you ever care about is money. You're nothing like Scarlett, who isn't materialistic at all. Your illness is retribution," Ned had said. "Exactly. Only someone as noble and kind as Scarlett deserves to be my mother!" her child had said. Rachel and I both spent our lives working ourselves to the bone, only to end with nothing—dying bitter and broken from the injustice. But this time, fate has given us another chance. I will go to university. Rachel will become a wealthy woman. This time, without us paving the way, those shameless men and that wretched woman think they can still live happily ever after? Dream on.