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ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

His Grace has finally freed him from his regret after confessing to him from this last burden on his heart that is still there, regret . He has learned to move on to He have now changed into a different person , And the most preciouse thing in his life is his family , their happiness ,Its never going to change . A big long story which comes to an end He looked at the sleeping child in his lap and shook his head , today he finally finished his story , finally told his son ebverything but the little son of his slept again . Aaron smiled and kissed the baby boy. He picked him up and placed him in his room .

] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.

How was it possible that one man looked as handsome as ten handsome men? How could something like that ever be fair? How was it fair that such man happened to fall in love with a woman like her? Her happy ending was happier than any happy endings ever recorded in history. Cinderella? Snow white? Rapunzel? Aurora? Tiana? Of all of the princesses in the world of fairytale, she was the one with the happiest ending ever. Sure she was not a princess neither was she getting married to a prince, but Romeo was ten times better than a prince. Better than a king.

I'm assuming he doesn't know how to read yet because he was looking over the manu looking confused and his parents just chuckled at his confused expressions. "So Pepsi?" "Yes!" the little boy exclaimed. "Okay, and a glass of Pepsi" he said, turning his attention to me. I nodded, writing everything down. "I'll bring them right up to you." I loved coming to work, knowing I get to see people like that. As I was walking to the kitchen, I heard the TV. "Nicholas Ashford spotted with a woman coming out of a club yesterday. Could she be his secret lover?" the guy on the TV spoke. He was moving on fast.

“More like daggers.” “Oh no.” I could practically hear her sitting up straighter. “What happened?” I exhaled, lying back against my pillows. “Where do I even start?” “The beginning is always a good place.” “Fine.” I closed my eyes, letting the words flow. “So, I get there, right? The place is massive. Like, straight out of some rich-kid movie. And, of course, I’m getting stares the second I walk in.” “Typical.” “But then I meet this girl, Rachel. She seemed nice enough, showed me where my classes were.”

Full, calm stomach happy heart. "So?" "So... he repeatedly said he liked me..." "Who is this? Rama or Mr. Harold?" asked Zetta, ruining my storytelling mood. She interrupted all my stories. "Mr. Harold! I'm telling you a story! Shut up first!" "Okay.. okay.. please!"