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"I'm still single! Not married!" Aster walked back to the table dejectedly and picked up the crumpled-up divorce agreement from the floor, carefully opening it back up. The document now felt like a burning hot blade in his hands, and he wouldn't stop shaking. He finally believed the fact that Carina was divorcing him, but that didn't mean he accepted the divorce. He gingerly ran his fingers across Carina's name on the agreement. He was very familiar with her handwriting because it was as brilliant as her name—Carina, the brilliant constellation in the sky.

Maybe he knows my heart well—I'll be willing to get tricked just for this. I read the writings repeatedly, as the more I read them, the more I feel like I am getting hypnotized. The writing reads: "I'm so sorry. I really can't express myself well. You don't have to worry, as I already love you even before I take a weekly dose of Loksi. I didn't see how lovely you were until it was too late. If only I had realized it sooner, you wouldn't have been imprisoned and subjected to torture. I am really sorry.

"W⁠hat exactly do⁠ you bring to t⁠his union?" I felt m‌y cheeks flush. "I‍ lov‌e him." "Love." Helena's la‌ugh was soft and utterly devoid of warmth. "How ref‌reshingly adolescent. Let me educate you about something, my dea⁠r. Love is a fairy ta‌l‍e we tell ourselves to make th⁠e transaction of m‌arriage more p‍alatable. The realit⁠y is far more practical." ‍

I pushed him. "I hate you." My eyes gets watery, I walked away from him "Hailey." He hold me "Give me one last chance." He begged "Why? Why do you want it so bad?" "Because I am your heartbeat so you can't replace your heart with somebody else but me!" He bursted and I looked at him disbelief "You read the letter?" That left me speechless "I read it, I read it a thousand times." He sighed and looked at me "Please." He begged

I thought he would be the man who would marry me despite my condition. I decided to break things up with Rex. As for my nurse… “Miss… I didn't mean to hurt you…” She said while crying. “What?! Are you kidding me?” I shouted furiously. “Is it… is it immoral to love? Am I that sinful just because I gave that man the things you couldn't give him? In a year of being your nurse, I understand what he's been through.” I guided my wheelchair towards her direction, I tried to stand in front of her with all my will. I grasped a post shakingly to stand and to say this to her face:

Dean's POV - Today finally Max was in my hand. He thinks that he can run away from me. What a fool. I would search him even from the hell and bring him to pay back the money. I'm not thirsty for money. Its just that, I can't tolerate lies and cheaters.

I say sharing my disgust at him at the very moment. " This is not how you get someone to love you. You do not manipulate the person you love just to fucking get there attention, you cannot force me to love you,I have no control over my heart! The faster you understand that the better for you goddammit! " I say to him through gritted teeth.

Love, it seemed, held the power to rewrite the script of existence itself. Truly, it was a testament to the resilience of human emotion and the inexplicable bonds that tethered souls together. Her return to the realm of the living felt like a symphony orchestrated by love, a crescendo that had brought her back from the brink of the unknown. The narrative echoed with the refrain of miracles, a reminder that even in the face of uncertainty, the power of the heart could rewrite the very rules of reality.

i smiled and got out from the bed to read the note. FROM Your handsome husband, TO My loving wife, SUBJECT: Hi babe, Sorry for leaving so early. I have some important meetings with board members. Get discharge letters from hospital soon. George is coming there to pick up you. Waiting for you so badly..... YOUR'S LOVINGLY, AIDEN BLACK. I read it and laughed so badly... Oh god..... my stomach hurts. Then, i sat and ate my breakfast because i felt so hungry in this early morning. Suddenly, i noticed someone entering inside.

Each passing day my faith and belief in God grew more assertive. The quiet had suddenly been replaced by my sister Vega, saying, "good morning Lyra. I brought one of your favorite books, and I'm going to read it to you this morning," Vega said. My essence left my body, and I hovered over Vega as she read to me—one of my favorite books, Irresistible Love by Layla Hagen. I have been trying to get her to read this book series forever. It took me being bedridden for her to break down and read it. I love Vega so much, and I don't know where I would be without her.