Post Modernist Philosophers

Calvin and I had been married for seven years. While packing up some clothes, I found a cheap lighter in the pocket of his jacket. Everything he wore, from the inside out, had been carefully chosen by me to highlight his refined taste and status. However, in that girl’s Twitter photos, he looked like a college boy, dressed in cheap clothes and wearing a digital watch that cost only a few dollars while kissing her. Using a throwaway account, I casually liked the post and commented, "A perfect match." Then, I turned to Calvin and said, "How did I never realize you had such a thing for bargains?"

The rumors say that Yardley Hughes’ fiancée is a hillbilly from the countryside, ugly and uneducated, a dowdy woman. But when she shows up at a gala, the sight of Celia Stanton stuns the whole crowd! “How’s that ugly?”“I heard she’s pals with an award-winning actor!”“Her dad’s the wealthiest man on earth!”“I heard she’s the famous fashion designer, Leo!” As each of her secret identities are exposed, everyone is dumbfounded. But none of that matters, because Yardley still doesn’t like her. Yet, the official social media account of Hughes Incorporated makes a post that reads, “The pair are in love and will marry soon,” shocking the world.

Trauma masa kecil Kana yang terus menghantuinya serta kejadian menyesakkan berupa pengkhianatan oleh orang terdekat membuat perempuan penderita Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) tersebut enggan membuka diri dengan orang lain. Beruntung, kehadiran sosok psikiater tampan dan baik hati mampu sedikit demi sedikit menutup luka lama di hati Kana. Namun, sejak Kana mulai kembali terbuka untuk urusan hati, masalah rumit perihal hubungan percintaan pun kembali datang. Sungguh, Kana hanya ingin sosok yang selalu ada untuknya, juga yang mau selalu mendekapnya erat ketika ia sedang merasa tidak baik-baik saja.

On my way to the bank, I stumbled across a post: [What's the most shameful thing you've done behind your partner's back?] One comment stood out: [I secretly married my first love, and my girlfriend keeps dumping money into our joint account like an idiot. She actually thinks I'm saving for a house. There's already sixty-seven grand in there. Once she hits eighty, I'm taking it all!] The flood of likes made my stomach twist. I pulled up my account balance. Sixty-seven grand. Not a penny more, not a penny less. So, my boyfriend secretly married his ex.

Dibully! Didiagnosa Post Traumatic Stress Disorder dan Polisitemia, tak sehancur ketika Nick Walter menyaksikan Ibunya meregang nyawa di depan mata kepalanya sendiri, saat sebuah peluru menembus kepala Ibunya. Nick bertekad untuk membalaskan dendam kematian Ibunya yang ditembak mati oleh Carlos Ollyxton, mantan suaminya - pun Carlos Ollyxton juga memiliki dendam kepada Nick Walter saat mengetahui bahwa Nick Walter tiba-tiba menjelma menjadi Super Hero tangguh, kuat dan tak terkalahkan. Lalu siapakah yang lebih kuat diantara Nick Walter dan Carlos Ollyxton saat dua kekuatan berbeda itu bertempur?

My husband's first love posted a video on her social media. In the video, the two of them were passing a playing card with their lips. When the card fell, their lips met in a kiss. They didn't stop—lost in the moment, they kissed passionately for an entire minute. Her caption read: [Still the same clumsy piggy! PS: Steve's skills are as good as ever!] I quietly liked the post and left a comment: [Congrats.] The next second, my husband called, yelling at me furiously, "No other woman is as dramatic as you! I was just playing a game with Lanie. Why are you acting crazy again?" It was then that I realized seven years of love meant nothing. It was time for me to leave.

I pleaded with my husband Cedric Fleetham over and over, and finally, he agreed to take our daughter camping in the mountains for her birthday. When I found her late the next night, she was already gone. She lay at the foot of the mountain, her tiny hand still clutching a drawing of our family. As I knelt beside her, my heart shattered. Meanwhile, Cedric was busy updating his social media. His post read, [You and our daughter are my treasures,] and it was accompanied by a photo, where he stood beside his childhood sweetheart and held hands with another little girl, watching the sunset. And there, in the corner of the picture, was a tiny hand—my daughter’s hand. The cruelest truth of all was that my daughter took that photo.

"Tell me... your...name so...that I will...have a name to...call you" I said "Not knowing...your name... makes it more fun" he replied Lexi Tyler got a post of Secretaryship in one of the biggest companies in the city without an interview after having a one night stand with a stranger who couldn't even share his name with her and when she realized that the man she had a one stand with was also the billionaire the whole city have been talking about, she almost freaked out because the world she knew was about to end and she was about to start a new life with her cocky, rich boss ******************************************** You can also check out #Irene Cage: The last princess. Only on goodnovel

Three months before my wedding, my fiancé, Henry Siebert, decided it was the perfect time to drop a maternity photo shoot on social media—with my foster sister, Betty Foster. The caption? Oh, just this gem: [Legally welcoming our little one into the world.] Betty added a shy emoji. And my mom? She liked the post and wrote: [Once the baby is born, I'll help take care of it so you two can enjoy your time together as a couple.] I couldn't help myself. I replied with a single question mark. And then Henry's DMs came in hot: [She's just borrowing me for a year to get married. Once the baby's born, I'll come back to you.]

The day Eve Jones came back to town, Zac Gibson did not come home all night. The next day, I saw a post on her social media, showing a photo of two hands tightly intertwined, along with Zac’s peaceful, childlike sleeping face. When he finally came home, he threw divorce papers at me and said, "You’ve been standing in Eve’s place this whole time. Now that she’s back, it’s time for you to move on." It did not matter anymore. I was not going to live much longer anyway. Whoever wanted the title of "Mrs. Gibson" could have it. Later, I died. But Zac cried at my grave, kneeling, promising he would never hold anyone else’s hand again.