Shoshanna Weber From Restart Novels & Stories

At one point, while engaging in such indecent acts, I went to get the door for one of the men in my birthday suit. After some verifications, the officer confirmed that both the surveillance footage and the videos online were unaltered, with no signs of a deepfake. Zachary slammed the table in a fit of rage. "I can't believe my wife of seven years is a whore!" he bellowed. "Julie, I gave you my heart—my everything—and this is how you reciprocate my love?" I bit my lip hard, trying to recall every little detail in both the current and previous lives. As long as I could pinpoint an inconsistency, maybe I had a way to get out of this doomed fate.

Zita asked curiously. Rebecca replied in a nod. "Your grace, would you be glad to share the journey your love with me? I promise to listen without judgement." Zita persuaded her, eager to know more. "Probably when I've fully let go of the pain and shame I feel within." Rebecca answered calmly. Zita didn't force herself and hummed. She got bitten by an insect-a little ant-and slapped it off her leg. She looked at her mistress and her eyes widened. "Your grace!" She exclaimed fearfully.

Three years of practice swallowing blood. Celine recovered first. Her smile was venom. “Finally. She knows her place.” I signed my name. Elena Hale. Last time. I pushed the papers at her chest. Hard. She stumbled. “Your turn,” I said. “Practice writing _homewrecker_. You’ll need it for court.” Lucas dropped my face like I burned him. He caught Celine’s elbow. “We’re leaving.” He left. His arm around her. Didn’t look back.

As all was going on, I snuck away from the merging ceremony, seeking the comfort of my office, alone. Thankfully, Sabrina and still in the crowd, effortlessly blending in as she smiled and talked to a whole lot of people. Wriggling my way through the crowd and avoiding any lengthy conversation, I made my way to my office. I finally exhaled when I was inside, closing the door behind me. I took out my phone, accessing the net out of sheer curiosity. To see what the had written in a span of mere hours. I was everywhere. Even a podcast was being streamed talking about CEO Morgan Rosewood and how she had rose from the ashes. Like a phoenix. I scoffed.

“Isn’t that just signing her death warrant? Does she think that marrying that mafia don will give her a leg up? I’m pretty sure she won’t even survive it.” “She’s really risking it all for a chance to get somewhere in life.” “She’ll never be anything compared to you, Wendy. She’s useless, just like her mother.” Wendy was no longer acting like the coquettish sweetheart she was when she was with Connor. In her place was an unfamiliar, vicious witch. Every word she spoke dripped venom. “Willow is a fool. I spent some pocket change, and she felt so tormented that she came out of it like a ghost. And let’s not forget how awful she looked after my bodyguards dragged her off to the airport.

- The hostess announced. Majority lingered, but i slipped out, hoping to have a breathe of fresh air. I sat on a wooden bench, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. The breeze carried a faint scent of lavender, while i stared at the scenic, bright skies. My phone trilled, the familiar ringtone catching my attention. "Hello....?" - I picked, sparing no time to glance at the caller id. "Selene, my hunch was right!!." - Rachel spoke, her voice filled with excitement and disdain. "That Shawn guy is a shady piece of work, right now... I've got a whole load of crap on him ."

No way! What he said next made my eyes widen and threaten to burst out of its sockets. “Dear Ex-Wife, Let Us Restart.”

Now I'm the acting CEO for a week. "Boss, Carlos Revira is in the lobby." "Okay, thank you, Rex." Rex owns the Security Agency for Larson Corporation and is a friend of mine. "Yes!" I answered the intercom when it sounded again. "Sir, Mr. Rivera is here." Alona is James' Secretary and Austin's wife. "Send him in." "Okay, sir." "Come in." I quickly answered when a knock at the door came. "Good morning, Mr. Larson, Mr. Romero?"

She heard the sounds of footsteps moving and then it vanished, she waited for a moment before struggling to stand up. She struggled to remain straight but her tenacity prevailed and she began moving slowly. "Damn that tree." She cursed the thick root that messed up her leg, she was still tens of minutes away from the main city and even more towards the edge, she couldn't stop now to rest or look at her ankle. Who knew what those humans in black were setting up? Atarah leaned against her lean as she took deep breaths, she gazed at her ankle again. "Damn it." She struggled to move again and before a sharp voice stopped her.

I think it's Zain's calling her. I ignored that and looked back at her. "I'm getting tired. You kids continue, I'm just going to hit the day." She waved at us, and we all waved back. Daniel turned the T.V. back on and I snuggled deeper into my blanket, continuing to gawk at Channing Tatum and Dave Franco.