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I knew that by embracing these small rituals of honesty, we were taking a risk—a risk that might unravel everything or, perhaps, mend the fractures in our hearts. I leaned in closer, my voice barely above a whisper. “Aurora, tonight is our beginning. Not as a formality of an arranged marriage, but as a quiet rebellion against the forces that seek to control us. Let’s promise each other that no matter what happens tomorrow, we’ll hold onto this—the promise of truth, of connection, of a future that we choose for ourselves.” Her eyes met mine, and in that gaze, I saw a glimmer of the woman I longed to know—the woman who wasn’t just a piece in a grand alliance, but a soul with dreams and desires

I heard Jonathan's sobs behind me, but I didn't look back. When the welcome speech for the event ended, I was invited to say a few words on stage. As I took my place, the lights converged and fell on me. Half a year ago, I was trapped in a loveless marriage and played the role of a wife whose heart was broken by her husband every night. There was a time when I thought I wouldn't make it through to see the next day. However, I hadn't realized how big the world was until I left Jonathan, the root of all my sorrows.

Selene’s lips curled, but her smile didn’t reach her remaining eye, “And you were always a fucking traitor.” I cocked my head, feigning boredom, “Traitor? That’s rich coming from someone who sold her soul to a man who doesn’t even value her. What, still hoping he’ll love you if you kill me and take my head to him? Newsflash Cornhead, not gonna happen.” Selene let out a low chuckle, taking a step forward. The men around her shifted, tense, awaiting orders, “It’s not about love, Nyx. It’s about loyalty. Something you never understood.”

She just wanted to help, wanted to make things better for me and my mom, even when I didn’t deserve it. Maybe it was because she liked me. That would make sense. She liked me, and that was why she was trying so hard. But I didn’t believe that was it. It wasn’t that simple. If it were, then why would she continue to be so kind when all I did was push her away? People like me didn’t get people like her. That was the truth. So, why was she still here?

Suddenly, something seemed to attract his attention, and he scrambled towards the bookshelf on his knees, reaching for a beautifully decorated book. That was the scrapbook I had made for our love, recording each and every date we've ever had. I even carefully collected the ticket stubs of movies we had watched together. However, those records became few and far between as the number of our dates became sparse, and in the end, the scrapbook only contained my personal ramblings. [I went to the hospital today, and I went through four packs of IV drip. The back of my hand's sore.] [I can't distract Jeremy from his work though! Once he gets a promotion this month, I'll give him that watch he alwa

It's really heartbreaking! She remembered how she had desperately wanted this kind of affection from him in her past life. Love had blinded her until just before her passing. 'He doesn't love me! He desires power and status! His true feelings are always for Jadie, never for me! Even the smallest kindness he shows me is all fake.'

“It was a moment of truth.” ‎ ‎Her heart stumbled. ‎ ‎“But truth doesn’t mean it’s right,” he said, voice shaking. ‎ ‎She felt something inside her crumble. ‎ ‎He took a small step toward her — slow, hesitant — like approaching something fragile. ‎ ‎“Rox… look at me.” ‎ ‎She did. ‎ ‎His voice dropped to a whisper. “If I kiss you again, I won’t be able to stop.” ‎ ‎Her breath caught. ‎ ‎“And if I don’t stop…” he whispered, eyes dark with longing and fear, “…I’ll lose you. Or I’ll lose myself. Or both.”

All these question ran in my head one by one but to say the truth i really don't have a single answer for all these questions. The only thing i clearly know was something really happened in my so called husband's head. I shook my head and cleared all my thoughts. I saw him looking me with some love in his eyes and killing smile. Reality hit hard in my head and I lowered my eyes to avoid his gaze. Then I told him "Aiden, don't worry about grandma...I won't..." He suddenly cut off me in the middle of my words and kissed me hard in my lips. For a moment, I didn't realized the truth and stood still like a statue.

She tried to keep her reaction minimal. "You love him." So Ra simply stated as she took a sip of her coffee. "Who?" Lana looked at her friend helplessly. "Do I even need to say it? It's too obvious." So Ra laughed. "I care about Jason..." Lana said, looking down at her hands. "Are you kidding me?" So Ra asked in disbelief. "I don't know what to do. Either way I turn someone is going to get hurt." She felt desperate for an answer that would solve her problem.