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… Nine years had passed, and the elders had aged noticeably. That car accident from years ago had been secretly plotted by our family's rivals. The mastermind behind it was already behind bars, but everyone still believed I was dead. "I'm so glad you're back. At last, my precious daughter has returned!" A pang of bittersweetness hit me. For the past nine years, I had almost completely lost myself. My identity had been reduced to Charlie's wife and the mother of two kids. Shifting constantly between those roles, I hadn't lived as myself in the longest time, nor had anyone truly valued me in that way.

*Brief Introduction. *Book name: Dynamic Diary of Tee. *Author name: Omah Susan. *Dedication This book is dedicated to all my loyal fans so far who had in one way or the other encouraged me. *AL RIGHTS RESERVED ® No part of this book should be republished or uploaded in any other website nor app without the author's consent. Be warned. This story is partially a true life story as it is a book. Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues.

Hello there! I see you are back for more of my confessions, it’s good to have you back. I ain’t got much to say so let’s get on with this My apologies! Before we start I gotta inform you the tale you are about to witness isn’t my experience so I will tell it as I heard it without omitting or adding anything, hope you enjoy it Life is a crazy son of a bitch you know? One moment you are living a badass life with zero care to the world and the next you are all over a mortal cause of how good the sex was. But damn it the sex was fire—only if I could have it one last time

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordinary family encountering trouble, solving it rationally, protecting each other, and living well. This is the most real, decent, and precious life.

"That's strange, weren't you all friends? Why does no one seem to remember my mother being friends with Alonzo or having seen them together? But you're all friends, no, that's what Sal said, that you were always together back then. So why does no one remember their romance?" She swallowed and tried to keep that smile in place, but I could see it slipping. "Ah, it doesn't matter. It was so long ago, right. I just wish I had someone to talk to, someone who would tell me stories about my parents' lives here. It seems so peaceful." I pretended to shake off my ennui, "enough about me; how is life here for you?"

They dug into my past, tearing apart my life piece by piece, but I didn't care. The moment I accepted that money, I'd built a heart of steel. I hired a lawyer and sued the trolls who had slandered me. Through the legal statement, I also revealed the truth behind the story. Back then, it was Felix's mother who approached me first. She offered me a large sum to stay by his side, to be his companion. And for a while, we were happy. But over time, he changed—his heart wandered, chasing after countless other women. He let his friends mock and isolate me, never once stepping in to defend me.

Seven years passed. I had taken Sebastian’s advice and enrolled at Columbia Business School. I studied hard, graduating at the top of my class. With Sebastian’s help and the knowledge I had from my last life, I started my own import-export business. I worked long hours, I made tough decisions, I built my empire brick by brick. By 1952, my company was one of the most successful in New York. In my last life, I had always wanted to start my own business.

Another tough question. “Well, um… I feel like it’s personal preference, but truth be told, every writer has, at least once in their lifetime, written at least one story that has significant references or connections to their own life. I won’t lie, I have, too. In fact one of my stories are based entirely on my early life.” I answered truthfully, as best as I could. “You mean… it’s an exact copy? Truly your life story?” Asked another.

It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving, I tried to ask for my money beforehand but my boss who’s the meanest person ever, said no. How could such a cold hearted person be responsible for one of the best places in the world! There was no sleeping with a storm outside, I was up most of the night, I was up early and ready to go to work, I was slipping but pushed it down as I got out of her car and quickly walked over to the bookstore. I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read.