روايات وقصص ضمن Three Days Of Happiness

Joseph's POV At that moment, a profound sense of happiness and peace washed over me, and I felt deeply grateful that I had made the right choice. Married life with Clara turned out to be every bit as warm and peaceful as I had hoped. She always respected my opinions and fully supported me as I rebuilt my career. Whenever I was swamped with work, she quietly took care of everything at home. Whenever I hit a setback, she was always there to help me tackle it. She remembered every little thing I liked, filling our days with a vibrant, comforting joy.

Henry gazed at my belly, his voice quivering with disbelief. "You mean… Is this our baby?" I took his hand and placed it softly on my stomach. "Go on, say hi to the little one, daddy." Henry's tears came out of nowhere, catching me off guard. In the next instant, I was wrapped up in his arms again. "Selena, I'm so sorry for all the pain I've caused you. Can you ever forgive me?" Liam kept quiet when he learned about Henry and I patching things up. However, the following day, I discovered he had moved out of the apartment.

At Night After three days Erina's p.o.v It's been 3 days since Amaan and I got married. I thought that after my marriage with Amaan, I will be happy. But, I am not happy. I feel like happiness has enmity with me that's why I don't find it.

“It's just three days. What's the worst that could happen?” Yeah, three days with you… and your ex wife. What's the worst that could happen? Right?

"Let me feel you." The orgasm built slowly, a tide rising instead of a wave crashing. When it finally broke, it was gentle and devastating at once, pleasure rolling through me in long pulses while I clung to him. He followed soon after, his face buried in my neck, my name a groan on his lips. We stayed locked together, neither of us wanting to move and break the spell. "Three days," He finally said. "Then we're gone." "Three days," I turned my head to look around his room one last time. "And this is all just a memory."

throwing her handkerchief on the floor. Days? That was impossible. How could we ever hope to get that much money in such a short time? I closed my eyes, trying to steady myself. “There has to be a way,” I whispered, more to myself than to Mom. “We’ll figure something out.” " No time to figure anything out, we have only three days left, if not we will all see hell! And Joel might even end up taking you against your wish this time!" Three days. Three days to come up with a miracle.

"Be with me, Holly. I'll build a good life for us!" … I switched on my phone and saw 17 unread texts, with the latest one from five minutes ago. "Holly, I'm at the city hall, by the main entrance. When are you getting here?" I stared at the screen, and a laugh slipped out of me. How ironic. After 27 days of begging, all he offered was a promise to marry me in three days. Those three days came and went, and I couldn't even find the strength to call that lie out.

“Contracts can be negotiated. Terms can be changed. I don’t want this to be a series of one night stands unless you can be my one night stand forever. Please Ally, we’ve already lost three years…” _____ [Three and a half months ago] My phone buzzed. It was Ariana, inviting me out to lunch. “Hey Girlie! Are you free for lunch? We’re meeting at the burger spot near campus.” There was a gentle knock on my door. I sent her a quick text back just as my door opened. “Boss, bad news,” my enthusiastic assistant, Dani, stormed in with a stack of documents tucked close to her chest. “We just lost Jasmine Grey.”

The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now. I turned slowly to face him again. His gray eyes, sharp and cold, were fixed on me. For a split second, I felt exposed, like he could see straight through me and through my thoughts. “I… thank you,” I said quickly, bowing and forcing a smile. “And… I’m sorry for the trouble.” “That’s the third time,” he murmured, almost under his breath, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen in time for a moment, watching his facade fade down the hallway. The words echoed in my mind. The third time? My pulse skipped. Does he actually remember me? My chest tightened as I realized what just happened. Or am I just possibly overthinking thing

Right at the top of my feed was a new post from Katy. In the photo, she wore a Van Cleef & Arpels clover necklace around her neck and held the same red gift bag Kit had picked up from home earlier. That’s when it hit me. He had returned at noon just to grab her present. Below the image was a caption that made my stomach turn: [Three years of knowing you, and I’m so lucky to have you, Kit. Happy third anniversary!] Then it dawned on me. Anniversary? That’s right. Today was supposed to be our third wedding anniversary.