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But now, here I was facing the consequences of my own choices. And as much as I wanted to vomit again, as much as I hated myself for what I had done, a part of me didn’t regret it. It was sick. It was twisted. But I didn’t regret it. Noah had broken me long before I found solace in another man's arms. He had stripped away my sense of self-worth, and now I was just as much a cheater as he was. My stomach twisted again, but this time it wasn’t from guilt. It was from the realization that maybe, just maybe, I was never going to go back to being the woman I used to be.

"All right, that's mine. I don't publicly sell these. They are pieces that were commissioned. primarily for political attire or ceremonies.” Reyna scowled. "Have you recently made any?"I looked at her inquisitively. "Since Lady Cerra passed away, the council has nothing." Elric took a step forward. "How about customised orders? Not for the council, but someone with a connection?” After giving it some thought, I went to the back and came back with a book. ledger entries from the previous four years.I indicated a line from three months prior. "Batch of red dye. feather commission. identical to Cerra's previous insignia.”

Perhaps he'd genuinely loved her. Blood gushed from Mable's lips as she opened her mouth to speak, but she stubbornly continued, "You're such a fool, Lester… I've never loved you in two lifetimes… You're nothing but a pawn in my revenge plan against Erica…" … From that day onward, I never saw either of them again. Two years later, I received a handwritten letter from Lester. "I'm sorry, Erica. If there's another life, I'll love you the way I should have."

“Human trafficker! Call the FBI!” “Actual demon. Burn in hell, Luna!” “Look at her face in the stream right now! She’s a ghost!” In the penthouse, Luna’s jaw dropped, her artful expression collapsing into a mask of pure, unadulterated terror. Her face drained of all color, turning a sickly, mottled gray under the expensive ring light. She looked at her secondary monitor and saw her own betrayal being broadcast to 50 million people. She tried to speak, to scream that it was a deepfake, but the platform’s "Account Banned" notification slammed across her screen in bold, blood-red letters.

"Apologies, but I don't want a man who's poor, impotent, and useless either." I had thought that Timothy would throw a fit of rage. However, he just smacked himself in the face and said, "You're right. I am useless. I didn't cherish what I had. I'll do anything you want as long as you forgive me." "I'm never going to marry someone who betrayed me in both lifetimes, Timothy. I'll never forgive you either." Timothy was shocked. "You… How could this be? Were you reborn, too?" I had no need to pretend in front of him anymore. "Yes, I was reborn. I've never forgotten how you treated me in my previous life. Just looking at you makes me sick to the core!"

“Two hundred years ago, I And Storman were entwined to be mates. We were so in love with each other and everyone thought that we were inseparable but not until I discovered that he was cheating on me with my best friend. I was broken - so broken that I had to confront him but he murdered me instead. I swore to have my revenge if I was ever given a chance to come back to the world. “After that long wait, I was finally reincarnated to you. You were a late bloomer because I was a late bloomer too. I found out that you and Jared were entwined from the very first night that your eyes met his, there was a glitch in the match making and I manipulated you and Wilford to think that you were mates. Bu

It was a photo album, and it seemed like it was really old. Aurelia knew she should not be snooping around, but she needed to know what it was encompassing. She turned the book open and then was greeted with a number of strange faces from the old Japan. She seemed confused as she looked at him now. "I don't know these people. Do you expect that I would know them because I'm in her body? This proves nothing!" She said, closing the album.

Flashback After Divya's approval for friendship, it had been easy for me to contact her any time without any urgent work. That night, I was stalking her account. She was in my friend list for one year but I never paid much attention to her. Her account barely had ten pics of hers. Every pic was sweet, simple and modest. There were many common things in every picture; she had worn her thick-framed spectacles, breading her hairs tightly, wearing long Kurti with palazzo or denim jeans with colourful stoles. She hardly got 5-6 reacts on her every picture. Maybe she hadn't added unknown people in her friend list. After hesitating for a long time, I finally managed to send her a message. On Chat

“Make a post saying she isn’t a homewrecker.” Ember stared at him. “What? No way.” The post had already been taken down several times, but no matter how his subordinates tried to clear it, it always multiplied again. No doubt a top hacker had a hand in it. “Then call your friend and tell her to remove it,” Ryker insisted. Ember scoffed, her already broken heart twisting painfully. “Are you seriously trying to make me clean up your mistress’s mess online?” she asked. “Don’t call her a mistress,” Ryker warned coldly.

Aria took a deep breath to compose herself, “Momo, what happened? Why do you sound so worried?” “Boss, things are bad. Ms. Layla’s fans caused quite a storm on the internet, and we have lost all of our customers. We had received quite a number of orders this evening, but everyone has called to cancel the order after the video of you pushing Layla was circulated online.” “What?” Aria’s breath almost stopped as she shouted at the top of her lungs. She turned her head and looked at Damian, fear written all over her face. Damian was calm as ever as he spoke, “Timmy has told me everything. Don’t worry, I won’t let your hard work go in vain. I will take care of everything.”