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“Perhaps her depiction of the perfect romance will offer insight into figuring out who this person is.” Nikki grimaced when she heard the name Verna Ravenway. It was the name of a popular romance writer who had amassed a cult following online, but no one knew who she was. She sighed as she realized the two girls were probably not talking about her but about some ridiculous fantasy they had concocted due to the overconsumption of romance novels.

I asked her. “What kind of question is this, Regina? Of course, I do love him. He is my everything even though he hates me but it can’t stop me from loving him any less.” She answered and the firmness in her tone was enough for me to guess. She was deeply in an unrequited love. “Even if you have to wait for him forever?” Sadness flashed on her face but she remained quiet. I smiled and shook my head. “You know, there was a time when I used to think same as you. I was ready to do anything just to receive some affection from Adonis. A few words of love would have enough for me but it never came until I realized that he was never mine.”

The couch across the room was empty, but the blanket that had been thrown over it looked used, like he’d been there for a while. For some reason, that annoyed me. I sat up slowly, rubbing my temples, and that’s when another memory flickered. Elian’s face, right before he left. The look in his eyes when I kissed him. Shock. Anger. Betrayal. I’d replayed that moment a dozen times in my head already. Every time, I thought maybe it would make more sense. It never did. I don’t even know why I did it. It wasn’t planned. I just… wanted to know and one thing I didn't regret was that I did it.

The handwritten title stares back at me: "Unspoken Vows." A romance story about two people caught in a fake marriage, slowly unraveling the walls they built around themselves. Sounds familiar. Yes. My first book is about me and Asher.

It wasn't just this that made her want a divorce; it was simply the last straw. Anna had loved Gerald for ten years. Five years ago, when Grandpa Davis suddenly told her that Gerald wanted to marry her, she was overjoyed beyond words. Love blinded her to the fact that she never bothered that Gerald's heart belonged to another woman. She was confident that given five years, she could warm warm Gerald's heart. But five years passed, and she realized Gerald's heart was harder than stone. She couldn't compete with the woman after his heart, especially now that she had returned.

“I know and I wanted to make it work badly. I wanted what you and dad have, what Alanna and Ivor have. I think I rushed things with Suhana because I wanted that future so badly. Just because something looks right on paper doesn’t mean it feels right in real life. She didn’t understand why I needed to do this my way. She saw my path as a stubborn detour.” Deanne nodded, eyes full of understanding. “I thought loving someone would come easily,” he whispered. “I thought I’d just fall and everything would click. But with Suhana, it was like forcing two puzzle pieces together that were cut from different worlds.” She listened, her expression compassionate. “So, the wound is closed?” “It was barely

“That’s the thing. I’m not sure we are anymore. Cassandra, you’ve been dodging me for weeks. Every time I try to get close, Alexander is right there. I just… I need to know if I’m wasting my time or if there’s actually something here.” The guilt hit me hard. Brady had always been kind. Funny. Safe. He didn’t sneak around or make me feel like I was doing something that could blow up my entire family. But when I looked at Alexander, tall, broad-shouldered, intense hazel-green eyes watching me like I was the only thing that mattered, the pull was undeniable. I swallowed. “Brady… You're a great guy. Really. But I’m not looking for anything romantic right now… With anyone.”

The stares didn't bother her anymore. There were different kinds of looks that she received, of course—the pitying kind, the disdainful (as if it was somehow her fault that her fiancé hadn't turned up at the altar), indifferent ones and then the worst kind were the ones that the men threw her way-the lustful glances. Ever since she'd been jilted, the gentlemen(who hardly deserved to be called that) thought that she'd be grateful for whatever attention that she received. Maybe the lewd gazes, she could get used to. But the suggestive caresses and inappropriate offers, she couldn't.

“Mom, why am I so unlucky? Why does fate keep messing with me?” “Serena, calm down!” “How am I supposed to calm down? I’ve loved him and waited for him all these years but I had to keep quiet as I watched him marry another woman. After going through these tormenting years, I was pregnant with his child but God took the chance away from me again. When things finally began to take a better turn and he agreed to the engagement, an incident like this happened at the last minute. Why? What have I done wrong?” Serena’s bloodshot eyes were wide open. She only loved Michael all these years but he did not reciprocate the feelings.