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It was our wedding anniversary when my husband's high school sweetheart posted a sonogram picture on her social media, with her captioning a public thank-you to my husband: [Thank you to the man who's been there for me for ten years, and for giving me a son.] The room spun, and anger surged through me as I quickly commented: [So, you're proud of being a homewrecker?] Almost immediately, my husband called, his voice full of rage. "How can you think such disgusting things? All I did was help her with IVF, fulfilling her dream of becoming a single mom. "And by the way, Ruby only needed one try to get pregnant, while you’ve been through three rounds with nothing. Your body is useless!" Just three days ago, he told me he was going abroad for business—ignoring my calls and messages the entire time. I thought he was just busy. However, it turned out he was with her, attending her prenatal checkup. Half an hour later, Ruby posted again, showing off a table full of delicious food. [I got tired of French food, so Ash made me all my favorite dishes. He’s the best!] I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, the joy I had felt earlier now completely gone. After eight years of love and six years of swallowing my pride just to keep the marriage alive, I’m finally ready to let go.

Rapper by day. Father of two by night. Khalan is popin' on the rap scene right now but he has a secret. Adam is a proud father of two beautiful girls. But when someone asks about the other dad, he can’t tell the truth. He is getting tired of his family being a secret.

After seeing the engagement invitation of her beloved man Anya Arora ran away like a coward. So picking up her broken heart and pride, distancing with everyone and binding herself with new shackles of promises, she left but she never knew she will met a devil who will make her life upside down.

While I was five months pregnant, my husband, Randall Harris, accompanied his assistant to the hospital for an IV drip.   He even posted a selfie with her on social media.   I called him, and he lied straight to my face, saying he was stuck in a meeting at the office.   When I confronted him, he fought with me, gave me the cold shoulder, and then went straight back to his assistant for comfort.   “Are you sure you don’t want to notify the baby’s father? The surgeon asked me. “After this surgery, you won’t ever be able to have children again.”  I closed my eyes.  “He’s dead to me.” 

Cassie Hale had survived all her life by being invisible, the one who slips through hallways, voice barely above a whisper, every fear and aching want buried in a diary she swore would stay hidden. Until it didn’t. One cruel click, and “The Quiet Girl’s Unquiet Desires” explodes across Renaissance Academy’s gossip page. And worse the fantasies were about the three untouchable Alphas who rule the school. Caspian, the golden hockey captain whose Northwood blood makes him lethal on ice and off. Luka, the dark-eyed musician whose rogue scent still carries the wild edge of richest territories, the South wood. Ash, the brilliant, silver-tongued class president whose lineage were said to be the wisest, the Westwood. Three rival wolves, three enemy packs, all shoved into the same academy to learn how to leash the beasts inside them. Cassie braces for destruction. Instead, the school can’t look away. Her shame becomes their obsession. And the Alphas finally notice the quiet girl whose words taste like mate-bond and heartbreak. But the ones who stole her diary aren’t done. They’ll dig until the very end. With more enemies rising everyday, and the mate bonds with the territory's heirs. What could possibly go wrong?

I gave birth prematurely, just twenty days before the due date. Two hours after I entered the surgery room, I had a stillborn baby. I did not cry at all. I did not even spare a glance at the dead baby. I endured the pain from childbirth and calmly walked into the hospital nursery. After the door was tightly shut, I turned down the temperature of the air-conditioning. The temperature inside the nursery would be too cold for newborns to bear after an hour. The doctors and parents were begging me on their knees to let their babies live. They screamed and cried. They said I was a mother and hoped that I would understand. Instead, I laughed and said, “Yes, I was a mother. But my baby died!” The gynecologist knelt on the floor and begged, “We may be at fault for not being able to save your baby, but these babies are innocent! “Please don’t be reckless just because you lost your baby! You’re so young. You’ll have more babies in the future.” I gritted my teeth and roared, “But my baby isn’t dead! “She’s still alive. I’ll give you one hour. Bring her back to me!” But I was unsure if she would still be alive after an hour.

Living a double standard of lives is always very difficult for wizards and it becomes even more difficult when half of the magical world has already been destroyed by the evil dragons and the leftover kingdoms were living under the sword of getting conquered. In this deadly situation. Marcus and Mars who were also the victims of the attack survived since the age of 10. Their father, the king Richard was declared dead when people saw him falling down the abyss and didn’t return back even after 15 years and their mother, Queen Vincent slipped into a state of coma after her encounter with the strongest killing spell. Both the twin princes somehow grew up got educated both ways i.e wizardry education and the muggles way of education. MARCUS, the elder twin prince turned out to be the famous, rude and ruthless business tycoon of the country whereas MARS his 5 minutes younger brother grown up as kind and humble Doctor. One and the only thing is common in both is that both they want to take the revenge from the murderer of their father. Unfortunately, No one was there to answer their numerous questions about who in actual attacked their kingdom and killed their father.Jacob a betrayer minister grew them and took care of them, manipulative the children innocent mind to attack according to him. He sparks the flames in their heart.* Will the princes ever can take their revenge?*Will ever Queen woke up, unfolds the truth?* Will dragon get what they deserve?

My boyfriend, Sam Gibson, had a childhood best friend named Tina Lincoln. She was a star medical student. On the day Sam and I were supposed to get our marriage license, Tina took one look at the tight top I was wearing and flat-out claimed I had been sleeping around for years. She pointed at my chest with obvious disgust. “If men hadn’t been all over you, there’s no way your breasts would be this big.” Sam believed her completely. He started cursing at me, calling me a slut who had sleep with anyone, and refused to go through with the marriage license. I tried over and over to explain, but Tina just sneered at me. “People may be more open-minded these days, but that doesn’t mean you can sell your body and make your chest that big.” She used me as some kind of “example,” started a livestream to lecture people online, and exposed all my personal information. After that, strangers kept sending me disgusting, harassing messages, asking how much I charged for a night. Some even followed me and tried to force themselves on me. I begged her to clear things up for me, but she just shrugged and said, “If you never did that kind of thing, why would people be asking you?” In the end, I was assaulted and killed. And she went on to become a nationally famous influencer doctor, gaining fame and money at the same time. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was supposed to get my marriage license with Sam.

Cada vez que mi esposo me era infiel, me regalaba un brazalete de esmeralda. En cuatro años de matrimonio, reuní noventa y nueve brazalete. Lo perdoné tantas veces. Esta vez se fue de viaje tres días. Al volver, me trajo una con esmeraldas AAAA, valuado en millones. Entonces lo supe: era hora de pedir el divorcio.

Cuando sufrí un ataque agudo de apendicitis, mis padres, mi hermano y mi prometido estaban ocupados celebrando el cumpleaños de mi hermana menor. Llamé una y otra vez desde la puerta del quirófano, buscando que algún familiar firmara el consentimiento para mi operación, pero todos colgaron sin piedad. Mi prometido, Gabriel Gómez, me envió un mensaje después de rechazar mi llamada: "No hagas berrinche, Sofía. Hoy es la fiesta de mayoría de edad de Luna. Hablemos después del banquete." Apagué el celular y firmé el consentimiento quirúrgico con calma. Era la novena y noventa vez que renunciaban a mí por Luna Ramos. Así que esta vez, soy yo quien renuncia a ellos. Ya no me duele su favoritismo. Al contrario, comencé a obedecer cada una de sus peticiones, sin cuestionar nada. Todos creyeron que por fin me había vuelto sensata. Nadie imaginaba que en realidad, me estaba preparando para desaparecer para siempre.