Novel & Cerita The Greatest Wish

"And it serves you right." At this point, I had no desire to waste my time with them. I grabbed the emcee's microphone and said, "I have been married to Theodore for ten years, and we have a son together. Some time ago, my son, Scott, claimed he was seriously ill. His greatest wish was to see Ivanna in a wedding dress, marrying my husband. "To fulfill his wish, I agreed to divorce Theodore, only to discover that Scott's illness was fabricated by them to trick me into divorce."

"I knew deep down you still had a good heart. I'll work on my temper from now on." I silently scoffed. That was just like Charlie. He would always hurt the original Maddison just to turn around and play nice again. He never actually changed his ways. When the birthday party reached its peak, I stepped up to the stage to give a speech. I had planned to speak a few words for the original Maddison, then drink pesticide in front of everyone. Unexpectedly, Cynthia suddenly ran to the balcony railing. Her eyes were red and teary as she looked at everyone pitifully and said, "There's actually something I've always wanted to tell everyone."

Measuring the gap between us, he snorted and brazenly sat on our couch. "It's been five years, but you're really doing well for yourself… getting rich, staying fit," he huffed. I glared at him icily. "That comes with working hard. Now say what you want to say and get out, or I'll sue for home invasion." Chris snorted, shrugging. "Wow, really? I guess you're the doctor, so what you say goes… but I came to warn you that I'm going to sell your wife Mary to the black market. 'Till death to you part, isn't that how it goes? Give me 500 grand if you don't want that to happen."

To fulfill his young girlfriend Wendy Baker's dream of becoming vice president, my husband faked amnesia after a car accident and used it as an excuse to strip me of my position. One afternoon, I happened to overhear a conversation between them. Wendy sounded hesitant as she asked, "Aren't you worried Elaine will never speak to you again if you do this?" My husband did not seem concerned in the slightest. "I'm only letting you have some fun for seven days," he said casually. "After that, I'll just tell her my memory came back. What's she going to do, hold a grudge against someone who was supposedly sick?" My footsteps slowed. I heard every word. However, instead of exposing his lie, I qui

Father looked ready to explode again, pointing a finger at Vaeldric. "Because of the negligence of this arrogant general who has been worshipped far too much, I've lost my first grandchild—a child I've waited six years for." His voice dripped with bitterness. "What a remarkable achievement for Valerion's greatest general." It felt as though lightning had struck me. My body went rigid once more. I couldn't even protect my own child. Even though that child had been growing inside my own body.

Hence, I returned to Harbor City and taught Grace a lesson. The sycamore tree in my yard, once vibrant, was now wilting. I called every gardener in the city, determined to save it. People thought I was crazy, spending so much on a tree, but I didn’t care. That tree reminded me of her, of everything I’d lost.

“SEVEN WISHES! Then hear me Gods above, these are my wishes…” “I wished to be reborn and given a second chance! I wished to become the most beautiful woman that ever existed! To have an incredible reputation in both wealth! And fame! To have a great and loving family and not like the shiity one I had! To find love and marry the most handsome man ever! Let me experience the wildest FANTASIES!!!”

I make it short, and he looks at me through narrowed eyes, confused, but I decide not to explain my crazy interaction with whoever that was, but do what I brought him here to do, and take the checkbook from my bag. “Tell me your name, please,” I request as I fill in the other fields, including the amount. “Why?” He asks suspiciously, making me smile. “Because I want to make your second biggest wish come true,” I answer as I look at him expectantly, and he opens his mouth, then closes it, not sure if he should talk, or if he can. “J-James Wilson.” He stutters in a shaky voice, probably realizing what I’m doing, and after I finish, I rip the check and give it to him.

"You’ve been gone for a long time, and there’s no way you could be here now." "But isn’t this what you want?" My mother pushed. "To have all of us here as a happy family? Isn’t that your greatest wish?" My greatest wish... Sure, it was my greatest wish, but it was only a wish. "Something like this could only happen in a different time and place." I sighed, feeling a pang of pain rush through me. "But that time isn’t now and it won’t ever be in this lifetime."