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Layla seemed to understand and tried to comfort her, “Honestly, they’re all the same. While I was abroad for a while, my husband found someone else, too. “But the funny thing is, he pretended to be poor the whole time. He was terrified that the woman would only want him for his money. “He’s actually a CEO, yet he ate cheap takeout with her every day. I actually felt sorry for him.” My mother forced a smile and asked, “Really? What ended up happening to that woman?” Layla shrugged. “I think she had a daughter. He had fake wedding papers made for her. She’s probably stuck in some rundown place now. “She’s quite pitiful, too, honestly. My husband even told her he was some kind of undercover age

Silence. A beat passes, and I can barely contain the tears threatening to fall. Never in my life have I ever put myself in such a vulnerable position. “Earth to you.” Thirst Trap snaps a finger at me, and that’s when I notice he’s on his knees, hovering over me. His face is blurry, thanks to my tears, and I can’t read his expression. “The infamous tough girl, Wraith, is crying,” he says, propping his body on his elbows so he hovers closer to me, “what a day to be alive.”

“Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—” “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He grabbed his briefcase. “Another one of your dusty old god books. Of course. You’d rather spend all day reading about dead civilizations than fuck your boyfriend.” His laugh was bitter now. “You know what? Fine. Stay here with your imaginary watcher. I’m done begging.” “Stan, wait—” But he was already at the door. He paused with his hand on the knob, looking back at me with disappointment so sharp it hurt. “Call me when you’re done being crazy, Lyra. Or don’t. I’m tired of this.”

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Omer's pov: The worst feeling is when you are thirsty and the water comes close to your lips but you are unable to pass the water past your lips is the worst feeling ever but the feeling I am in is a thousand times worst than that because Scarlett fell into unconscious again due to my sister's loudmouth.

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.