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Seven years of devotion, and all I got in return was a single sentence at that family banquet, “You chose this. I didn’t force you.” He did not deserve my forgiveness. I would not forgive him on the old camphor tree’s behalf either. “People who bite the hand that feeds them deserve to suffer.” I left after that, and Charles disappeared from my life ever since. Two weeks later, I received a call from an unfamiliar number. It was Charles’s friend on the other end, and he sounded anxious. “Hello? Is this Hazel? Charles is drunk. Please pick him up. He won’t listen to us and keeps repeating your name. He says that he’ll wait for you.”

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He took out his phone from his wallet and intentionally dropped a bill, it flew into Doris's workplace but because she was issuing bills at the time, she didn't see it. Riffen quickly scanned the code and left without saying another word. Then the two of them also left the store, no one looking back. Doris suddenly felt lost in her heart, didn't she think that the feeling of losing something was so painful? - Riffen, goodbye, my first love. When Doris said this, no one knew how much pain she was in. I just hope she will have a new life now. *** In a small corner, Vidor stood outside waiting for Riffen to meet Edna, she was setting the table outside the door. The two of them had just met and

Because I still love him regardless I watch him pass me by everyday I stay to see him look my way But he never does Just because He does not love me I am sadden by the very thought That he will never be mine Because there is someone else more beautiful in his life He does not love me Thus why do I still care? Because I still love him regardless I should stop this love sick melody Stop singing the same old sad love song For I know that he will never love me But why does it feel right if it is wrong? He does not love me I am merely someone he knows but does not care for So why do I still love him? I do not know But I will still love him regardless I know I can't stop this feeling but still I c

"The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted allure I'm powerless to resist.

How could this man be so confident in twisting my intentions? "Chris, are you seriously this delusional? I've told you—I don't love you anymore." His eyes burned red with frustration. "You're my mate. How could you possibly not love me?" Just then, my phone vibrated with another message from Drake. "I'll come pick you up soon." I quickly replied, "No need. I'll drive myself to the ski resort." The last thing I wanted was for Drake to run into Chris and start another pointless argument.

he began, his voice trembling, “I need you to know… I love you.” Her expression didn’t change, and her gaze was still fixed on him. Harry’s heart ached at her lack of response. He shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his dishevelled hair. “I know i have already professed my love for you,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “And I promised to wait. But my heart yearns for you, " he paused, swallowing hard—"I thought tonight meant something. But if it doesn’t, I understand.”

I fell for him instantly. After we got together, he spoiled me so openly that everyone knew about us. For the first time, life tasted sweet. His love felt too good to be true, and I guarded it like something fragile. However, in the end, I learned it had all been a lie. Morgan didn't love me. He was just using me to save the woman he really cared about—Evelyn. Three years ago, Evelyn was diagnosed with a coagulation disorder. Any injury would make her bleed nonstop, and she constantly needed transfusions of Rh-negative blood. That was when Morgan "rescued" and pursued me.

My mom calls me on Friday. "Don't forget to attend the family dinner tomorrow. Your brother loves shrimps, so you should buy more of those at the seafood market in the southern district. "Your sister-in-law loves lamb chops. Why don't you go scour for more in the eastern district? Also, your nephew loves imported strawberries, so you mustn't forget them now." I say yes to everything. But as soon as I end the call, I see a new message in the family's group chat. "I already told Alan the things that we love to eat. It's hard for you all to earn money, so you shouldn't buy anything at all." One second later, the message is swiftly deleted. Still, the sight renders me stunned. I've been