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“I didn’t say…” “You didn’t have to,” Maggie interrupts. “Your voice did.” I cover my face with my hands. “I regret everything.” “No regrets,” Operah says with a laugh. “Only experiences worth rewriting into fiction.” “Exactly,” Kimberly agrees. “Writers get the best kind of heartbreak, it turns into art.” “Maybe I’ll title the next one Dangerous Men and Pedicure Confessions,” I say dryly. They howl. For a while, the conversation meanders, exes, red flags, guilty pleasures.

How could the two people I trusted most, outside of my family, destroy my life so easily? Anonymous Pov One Week Later It was a week before the conference in St. Louis and Sade was struggling through another bout of depression. She had been seeing her therapist, Trish, but despite the sessions, she still hadn't fully settled with Isla’s so-called apology. Marco's relentless harassment only made things worse, threatening her boyfriend, warning her about having their kids around him and sending menacing messages. Sade couldn't comprehend his rage when he had been the one to cheat on her with her best friend for six months, and she hadn't even reacted with such fury.

The person Scarlett mentioned also had voice issues. "Dr. Willow, I know Sanctum Medical Institute has its own rules," Sadie continued, her voice suddenly turning tearful. "But my brother is really pitiful. He's been depressed and giving up on himself for years... I just can't bear it anymore. If you're willing to help him, I-I would do anything!" Her tears fell instantly, like they had been preloaded. Just as she was performing her emotional act- A cold, clear voice cut through the air.

"What's wrong with you, Chad? You promised to live a happy life with me after Sadie was gone. Are you regretting it now?" Chad almost answered 'yes', but he stopped himself on account of his years of knowing Josie. "I'm just a little tired. I need some rest." Chad avoided Josie's question. He supported himself against the wall to get up and enter his house. Before he got inside, Harry called him. "You retaliated with style, Chad. You actually sold Sadie's medical report on contracting AIDS to the media as revenge for leaving you at the altar. "Do you know how big this story blew up? It's been less than ten minutes, and already millions of people are discussing it.

The room was so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat. "Thank you all for being here tonight," Alexander began, his voice strong and clear. "Most of you know me as a businessman, but tonight I want to share something deeply personal." He paused, letting the tension build. "Twenty-eight years ago, my daughter Sarah was in a car accident. She was killed instantly. Her newborn baby daughter was in the car with her but her body was never found." Gasps rippled through the crowd. This was the kind of tragic story that society loved, the kind they'd gossip about for years.

I have never had big dreams of becoming a CEO who owns companies. I think that I achieved my dream, I wrote a book, not a book, but a collection of pathetic poems about life. When I say pathetic, I mean sad, because sad is all that my life has ever been. But I guess that nothing lasts for one hundred years, and I am one of them. I enjoyed some parts of my life, the earlier parts and some parts of my later life too. My life has always been between pages in a book, that is all. I have always enjoyed art, manipulated it behind closed doors. It’s not an interesting life, though it is a favorite for me. My favorite story is Africa Kills her Sun, by Ken Saro Wiwa, I have read the story ever since

He was spacing out with a somber expression. Anderson quietly turned to Suit, waiting for the demon to state his question. “Never mind. I already have my answer. Besides, like you said. It doesn’t matter. She’s already burning in hell anyways. So, shall we begin the next story? I believe you’ve rested enough?” Anderson nodded his head, ignoring the bit about Miss. Agnes burning in hell. He did not exactly care. That story was over. The kids were fine and made something of themselves. No matter what, he would most likely choose the same path. He could not guarantee a different approach would work. Most important, the story was over, and he was moving on.

A single tear escaped Miranda's eyes as she avoided eye contact. "My father never loved me, you know. For him I was an abomination." Sadie gulped hard. She could feel her sorrow, she herself had tried to get his father's attention for years, but at last all she she got was hate. She could somehow relate herself to her situation. "I was told that my mother had picked me up from under the bridge," Miranda chuckled. "I still wished she would had left me there." Sadie's heart squeezed. "For a time, a really short time, I thought maybe I could find love in Silvio. You know, die for each other kind." Miranda sighed before wiping a lone tear, she looked up and Sadie froze.

If there's one thing I have learned about being financially unstable it's feeding on hope, it was more of our daily bread, and my family had become barkers of that bread, ever since dad died living mom and I siblings in the cruel world. He died when I was tender, maybe that is why I am not able to bond with anyone... just maybe. ********** It's night time already, and I had drooled over my book, when did i sleep, my pulsating heart shows i did not sleep well either. I had my regular dream, a hiss escaped my mouth , it was as constant as the mosquitoes auditioning for a humming contest close to my ears, they are never late always punctual.

"There was this oldie who lived in our neighborhood when we were kids. We were so scared of him because he was such a pervert but when we grew up, we taught him a lesson. We did that together, Alexis. I remember how we never kept anything from eachother. I remember that shy smile I'd always see on your face whenever you told me about Calvin. I remembered how sad you were when you found your mate and I hadn't found mine..." Sadie trailed off as her voice broke. "it feels weird saying all these things to you when you don't remember any of them. I'm the only one who remembers and it hurts like hell" she swiftly covered her mouth with her hand as tears cascaded down her cheeks. "I wish this didn