Torn Photo Isaac

As the upcoming tour approached, the dance troupe suddenly revoked my position as the lead dancer. Anxious to get an explanation in person, I lost my footing due to my distracted state and tumbled down the stairs. While enduring the sharp pain and preparing to call for emergency services, a notification popped up on my phone screen: “Redwood Dance Troupe: Welcome our new lead dancer, Averil Wells, and our generous sponsor, Julian Ford." The accompanying photo featured two smiling faces—my husband of seven years, whom I had secretly married, and his pampered mistress. Julian had his arm wrapped around Averil's waist as he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Meanwhile, Averil clung to Julian's neck, her face radiating shyness and delight.

“Jauhi suamiku! Aku tahu kamu lebih faham bagaimana seharusnya bertindak karena kamu mendapatkan pendidikan di pondok pesantren selama 8 tahun lamanya. Jauhi suamiku!” pinta Rika pada Nisa dengan tatapan tajam. “Aku mengakui bahwa aku salah, akan tetapi suami Mbak Rika terlebih dulu yang mendekatiku dengan intens, sekuat apa pun aku menolak, akan tetapi Mas Dani selalu merayu sehingga akhirnya pertahanan hatiku runruh,” jawab Nisa tak ingin kalah dan tak mau disalahkan. “Tapi Mas Dani tetaplah suamiku, dan kamu bukanlah siapa-siapanya!” Rika menegaskan lagi pada Nisa dengan tatapan sinis penuh kebencian. (Cover by Canva. photo on pexel by Feyza-altun free for commercial use)

Due to one phone call, Carl Lorde left me behind in a deserted area on the highway, even though I had been pregnant for four months. I walked to a rest area to ask for help, but in the end, I was unable to keep the baby. I broke down and called Carl, but he kept rejecting my calls. The next day, his childhood friend posted an intimate photo of them lying side by side in bed, with a caption. [With just one call, you’d come over to my side no matter what.] Everyone was waiting for me, Carl’s girlfriend, to make a joke of myself. However, I just wiped away my tears, liked the post, and commented, [Congratulations, you two are a match made in the trash dump. I hope you rot in hell together.]

**THE ACCORM** Chapter 1# Dorian is a princess of the ACCORM legion but she had to abandon everything in order not to be tied with someone she despise and do not love. What would be her fate?. #Mysterious death of two photo artist in a forest took forever to be unraveled and the cause of death?, well you would have to find out. Chapter 2# Johnson is a special person right from his childhood but would be faced with different trials. He would have to make sacrifices for others along the way. Marpha "The prime ruler" he is the father of Dorian, he lost his wife during child birth, at a point he went missing. What really happened, is he dead? Let's see #Darius is the adviser of Marpha and the grandfather of Dorian. He holds unto a prophecy given by the moon. Come find out!!!

My husband, Lawrence Schwartz, and I were both liars. He lied to me, saying he would forget his first love, yet his phone is filled with photos of her. I lied to him, saying I would never leave, while secretly planning a future without him. A month ago, I tricked Lawrence into signing the divorce papers. Today was the final day to complete the entire divorce process.. Three hours left. I packed all my luggage and bought a plane ticket for the next day. Two hours left. I cut up every photo of us together, leaving only myself in the album. Last hour. I thought about leaving a message, then decided against it. Today marked the tenth year I had loved him and the first day I left him.

The day Eve Jones came back to town, Zac Gibson did not come home all night. The next day, I saw a post on her social media, showing a photo of two hands tightly intertwined, along with Zac’s peaceful, childlike sleeping face. When he finally came home, he threw divorce papers at me and said, "You’ve been standing in Eve’s place this whole time. Now that she’s back, it’s time for you to move on." It did not matter anymore. I was not going to live much longer anyway. Whoever wanted the title of "Mrs. Gibson" could have it. Later, I died. But Zac cried at my grave, kneeling, promising he would never hold anyone else’s hand again.

When my husband, Drake Connor, posted a photo of me on social media, this random woman mistook me for his mistress. She confronted me in the street, a baby in her arms and a crowd of relatives and friends in tow, ready to teach me a lesson. "You shameless tramp! How dare you seduce my husband! "I’ll beat you to death, you disgusting woman!" The crowd beat me, smashed my car, and ripped my clothes. I left that encounter bruised and battered, suffering a concussion and a fractured arm. In the end, I called the police and demanded justice. I had a divorce agreement drawn up and threw it in Drake's face. "If it weren’t for me, you’d be begging in the streets! And now you dare to hide a woman and child from me? "Get out! Don’t expect a penny from me!"

It's my third wedding anniversary with Eanes Lambert. However, he and his childhood sweetheart put on a public display of affection on their social media. "My heart beats for you and you only." I like the post and share it, but the original post is immediately deleted. Later, Eanes calls me to tell me off. "I was just comforting her because she was in a bad mood. Do you have to be so petty? What else can you do other than get jealous of others?" The next second, I receive a photo of him and his childhood sweetheart kissing passionately. She's the one who's sent it to me. In the past, I would've stormed over there to kick up a fuss. Now, however, I merely choose to leave Eanes. I'll let him have what he wants.

Unable to take it anymore, I upload a photo of my husband, Johann Garner, holding hands with his secretary, Eva Ford, to the company's group chat. A long while later, Johann finally replies, "It's just something we do when we're working together. Those who are vile in nature will always view things differently from others." Messages from his colleagues begin flooding the group chat immediately. They all discuss whether or not I'm delusional. But I'm the only one who knows just how skilled Johann is at manipulating others as an expert manipulator. After muting the group chat, I look down at the ring Johann has slipped onto my finger when he first proposed to me. When exactly can I escape from the prison he has built around me?

BLURB Amelia found herself torn between love and betrayal as life takes an unexpected turn. Divorced by her powerful ruthless and emotionless husband, Ronald, she watches as her own sister becomes his wife. Devastated and torn apart, she chooses to end her life tragically to end everything but fate offers Amelia a second chance as she was saved by her childhood best friend Jake, who is Ronald's estranged half-brother. Will she embrace the opportunity to rewrite her destiny?