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After the rigorous deed last night, Anaya needed lots of energy for her upcoming meeting so she made sure to wipe the plate clean. “Do you want more?” Henry asked as she took her last bite and she shook her head. “Nope. It’s fine.” “Anaya.” Henry called and she could tell they were about to dive into reality now. “I understand, Henry.” She muttered. “Whenever we are happy, they strike and harm us in order to ruin our relationship. We would need to pretend that we’re still separated in order for us to find out the last piece of the puzzle; the truth behind Lauren’s death.”

-I don't want to do this, because I'm stressing out, it's absurd, if they knew that we don't follow the rules of a contract, including the part that says we can't give each other roses, that's absurd, you know you should burn that contract, there's no need to pretend anymore, if we both love each other, it's serious that we can't make love, nobody knows it, I don't know why we can't burn that contract, that contract, my dream is with you, and you know I won't pay attention to an absurd contract, I want us to sleep in the same bed, we have to try, I don't know why it terrifies me, but now it's worth it, I just want to feel you, and this class thing sucks to have a tutor, if I have to do face

She entered with a gentle embrace, offering a silent solidarity that transcended words. As we settled on the edge of the bed, the truth spilled from my lips in hushed tones, each syllable laden with the weight of betrayal. "Lydia, those love letters from Isabella... they're fake. Alexander went to great lengths to deceive me, crafting a past that never existed." Lydia's eyes widened in disbelief, mirroring the shock and anguish etched across my features. "Evelyn, why would he do such a thing? What purpose does it serve to fabricate a love story?"

Isabella's expression went very still. "You think I might have manufactured feelings to survive a forced marriage," Isabella said quietly. "That what I call love might just be….adaptation. Trauma bonding. Stockholm syndrome dressed up as romance." "I don't know what to think," Sofia admitted. "I don't know what's real anymore. The contract was real. The debt was fabricated. The danger was real. Your secrets were real. And the love…." She gestured between Isabella and Dante. "The love looks real. But I've been wrong about everything else, so….so how do I trust what I'm seeing?"

If I ignored her only post on Facebook, I might really believe she was totally innocent. ‘I've found the man I want to spend my life with. I hope you have too.’ It was a chat screenshot. The person she chatted with had a familiar blue wave avatar. He: [Do you refuse to come home because of me?] She: [He loved me a lot.] He: [Then what am I in your heart?} It was the day before New Year's Eve four years ago. Reading that, I suddenly laughed. It turned out that I was just a tool he used to force Scarlett to come back from the very beginning.

"You were even more ruthless, considering suicide to salvage your plan." "Hmph! Your little trick won't deter me. Wanna know why?" Vivien sneered. "Because Carter loves me!" Julia's response was curt. "Seems like a fitting match – a deceitful man and a deceitful woman." Vivien persisted, undeterred. "Keep pretending! Others might fall for it, but I see right through you. You're still hung up on Carter. All your actions were a pathetic attempt to steal him away from me!" A smirk tugged at the corner of Julia's lips. She raised her coffee cup, taking a leisurely sip. "I must say, you wretched souls deserve each other. Enjoy your toxic love affair."

You tried to manipulate me with your stories but you forgot what I had told you that nothing will work on me. I accept that I always acted foolish just to save our marriage but I have no reasons to dig the grave of my self respect. Not even your love has that power for which I should compromise with my self respect. I'll snatch everything from you and your so called parents. After that you all will be on roads. Or I should say behind the bars for doing fraud. My Deceitful Husband also deserves to get deceived from the love of his life. He should know the taste of deceit.

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“Please…” “Rosa,” his voice dropped slightly as he leaned closer. “Everything is already ruined; everyone saw it already.” My knees buckled as I fell to the ground. I should've known something was fishy when the school top boy decided to be nice to me. My first love had never existed; he had only been playing a game. No one ever wanted me or cared… I guess the little affection he showed me fooled me, and now I regret it. As everything was getting intense, and I was on the verge of losing it, I felt someone suddenly grab my arm and lift me up.

Gonzalo for Helena Fagundes “I will not greet you with a brief hello, as senders are wont to do. Nor will I deceive you by saying I’m sorry for the confession that this letter carries. I do not feel. For you, I am incapable of feeling anything but pity. I write this letter only with the hope that it will be the courage you lack to put an end to your marriage for good. And to clear the way so that I can love Gonzalo without secrets. Firstly, I will introduce myself. I’m your husband’s mistress. My name doesn’t matter. But maybe you want to know that on the nights you slept alone, it was in my arms that he rested. That while you were crying hidden in the bathroom of your beautiful mansion, he