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1,768,152	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1768155}'	Yes	2024-05-06 19:24	active	746	447926017648164	🔞🔥Click to Read more about📜Regret's All You Get📜	🥵🥵🔞🔞<br /> In the presidential suite of the Winson Hotel in Litharia, a breathtakingly beautiful woman lay in bed. Her delicate skin was mostly hidden under a sheer blanket, with only her arms peeking out, bearing the faint red traces of a night filled with passion.<br /> <br /> Cynthia Jenkins stirred, letting out a soft moan as she woke from her deep sleep. She tried to get up, but her body, still weary and sore, sank back onto the bed.<br /> <br /> Memories from the night before came rushing back, bringing a faint smile to her face. For the first time in their three-year marriage, she and her husband, Nathan Richardson, had made love.<br /> <br /> She noticed Nathan wasn't in the room, and a tinge of disappointment flickered across her face, quickly replaced by composure.<br /> <br /> At the beginning of their marriage, Nathan had been distant, rarely showing any affection. Cynthia couldn't help but wonder if last night marked a turning point, a sign that he had finally accepted her.<br /> <br /> With a flicker of hope, Cynthia rose cheerfully from the bed. The moment her bare feet touched the cold floor, she felt a sudden chill.<br /> <br /> Picking up a blue sapphire cufflink, oddly shaped and shimmering, from the floor, Cynthia widened her eyes in surprise. 'Could this be Nathan's?'<br /> <br /> Thinking of this, Cynthia smiled and placed the cufflink in her bag. Then, she went to freshen up herself before returning home.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had barely stepped out of the door when she ran into an unexpected visitor.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia?" The woman in front of her, dressed in a crisp white dress and possessing a sharp, piercing voice, was Kelly Dixon, the second lady of the Dixon family.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had always been at odds with the Dixon sisters. Jessica Dixon, the eldest lady of the family, was Nathan's first love. But today, Cynthia was in a good mood. "Kelly, what a surprise to see you here."<br /> <br /> "Indeed." Kelly sized up Cynthia with a mocking smile. "If I had arrived a bit earlier or later, I might have missed catching you in the act."<br /> <br /> She pointed at the red marks on Cynthia's arms with disdain. "What is this? You shameless woman! How dare you fooling around with other men behind Nathan's back!"<br /> <br /> Cynthia frowned, "What are you talking about?"<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I've always known you're shameless, clinging to Nathan. But I never pegged you as someone who'd stoop this low." Kelly's eyes sparkled with the thrill of uncovering a juicy piece of gossip. "Are you really going to say these marks are from a night with Nathan?"<br /> <br /> Before Cynthia could utter a word, Kelly cut her off. "Please, cut the act. Nathan was at the hospital last night, staying by my sister's side. He was too busy to even catch a nap, much less waste time on someone like you."<br /> <br /> Cynthia's face changed dramatically. "Nathan was at the hospital?"<br /> <br /> "Where else would he be? You think he'd come to see you?" Kelly's voice was thick with sarcasm, as if she had just heard something ridiculous. "You've been caught sneaking around with someone else, and I'm not letting this slide so easily!<br /> <br /> "I'm going to show Nathan just how low you can go!" Kelly declared, her resolve unwavering. "I'm calling him right now to come over!"<br /> <br /> Cynthia couldn't absorb a word. Her mind went blank.<br /> <br /> If Nathan had spent the entire night in the hospital, then who was the man who had been so passionately entwined with her last night?<br /> <br /> A sudden realization made Cynthia's face darken.<br /> <br /> She had been set up!<br /> <br /> Yesterday was their three-year wedding anniversary, and Nathan surprisingly messaged her to meet at a hotel.<br /> <br /> Overjoyed and without a second thought, Cynthia rushed over. But when she arrived, Nathan texted to say he would be late and even ordered her some takeout.<br /> <br /> Cynthia, not sensing anything amiss and simply savoring the food, didn't expect to completely lose consciousness after finishing her meal. And that man last night...<br /> <br /> As Cynthia thought about everything that happened last night, her face turned deathly pale. 'How could this happen?'<br /> <br /> "Nathan already hates you for taking Jessica's place, and now, he'll never forgive you!" Kelly said triumphantly after a quick phone call. She stood firmly in Cynthia's path, blocking her exit.<br /> <br /> Cynthia hadn't even considered leaving. She felt a chill run down her spine. Besides, there weren't many people who could send a message using Nathan's phone.<br /> <br /> Soon, Nathan hurried down the corridor. "Kelly, did you need something from me?"<br /> <br /> He glanced at Cynthia with impatience. "What are you doing here? Jessica is still in the hospital. What are you up to now?"<br /> <br /> "I..." Cynthia opened her mouth, her mind in turmoil, unsure how to respond to him.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, I called you here," Kelly interjected eagerly. "I just so happened to see Cynthia sneaking out of a hotel room with some guy. It's serious, so I had to tell you."<br /> <br /> Nathan's face darkened instantly. "Cynthia, is it true?"<br /> <br /> "Would you believe me if I say I was framed?" Cynthia's eyes held a flicker of hope. "It was you who..."<br /> <br /> A smack came!<br /> <br /> Nathan's hand struck her face with a resounding slap, his expression cold and detached.<br /> <br /> "Pathetic! Why would anyone frame you?" Nathan's eyes blazed with anger at the sight of the red marks on Cynthia's arms.<br /> <br /> Even if he had no feelings for Cynthia, she was still his wife in name. This was nothing but a shame to him.<br /> <br /> Kelly watched with a smirk, stirring the pot. "Exactly, you must be delusional to think someone's out to get you.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, she's just lashing out because you're nice to Jessica. I caught her once, but who knows how many times she's cheated on you. Wake up, man."<br /> <br /> "What else do you have to say?" Nathan's gaze was filled with disgust.<br /> <br /> "What can I say?" Cynthia touched her burning cheek, a cold despair settling in her heart. She looked at Nathan, fighting the urge to laugh bitterly. "Nathan, don't you even want to ask why I ended up here?"<br /> <br /> It was ridiculous that her husband seemed to be solely dedicated to helping others deceive her.<br /> <br /> Nathan's eyes were full of disgust. "What exactly are you trying to say?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt utterly disheartened. She held up her phone, emphasizing each word. "Your phone sent me a message to come here. I trusted it and showed up. Did you text me, Nathan?"<br /> <br /> Nathan's gaze flickered. Last night, after getting treated, Jessica borrowed his phone...<br /> <br /> "It seems you know now who it was." Cynthia noticed his evasive look and had her suspicions. She smiled through her tears, "Nathan, I'm your wife. I'm the one being framed."<br /> <br /> Kelly quickly interjected, "Nathan, don't fall for her act. She's just looking for an excuse..."<br /> <br /> "This is between me and my husband. It's not your place to interfere," Cynthia retorted, showing her temper in front of Nathan for the first time.<br /> <br /> "You..." Kelly was furious and about to retort.<br /> <br /> However, Nathan had made up his mind at that moment. "I sent the text. I got tied up, sure, but that's no excuse for you cheating!"<br /> <br /> "It seems this is your choice, then." Cynthia's heart turned cold. Despite knowing she was wronged, he still chose to defend that hypocritical woman. She couldn't believe this was the man she loved.<br /> <br /> Nathan didn't show any sign of guilt. "Cynthia, it's you who fooled around with another man. Who else is there to blame?"<br /> <br /> Even though he felt somewhat uncomfortable about what Jessica did, he still firmly sided with her.<br /> <br /> "I was blind to have trusted the wrong person."<br /> <br /> Cynthia closed her eyes, and when she opened them moments later, they were clear and resolved. "Nathan, let's get a divorce."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> "Cynthia, what on earth are you thinking?" Nathan frowned slightly while Kelly's eyes flickered with surprise.<br /> <br /> Cynthia gave a self-mocking smile. "Nathan, I'm not someone who clings to what I can't have. Remember, I'm the one walking away from you, not the other way around."<br /> <br /> With those words, Cynthia felt a sudden clarity in her heart.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, you're the one who messed up, but here you are, playing word games. Are you threatening Nathan?" Kelly said, secretly pleased.<br /> <br /> Cynthia glanced coldly at her. "Kelly, sometimes, you should just stay quiet."<br /> <br /> But Nathan's response caught Cynthia off guard. "I don't agree to the divorce."<br /> <br /> Cynthia let out a bitter laugh. "Isn't this what you've always wanted? Now that I'm stepping aside, you can be with Jessica happily ever after. Why disagree?<br /> <br /> "Or is there something more you're after, something you haven't gotten from me yet?" Cynthia's tone shifted, causing a subtle change in the expressions of the two before her.<br /> <br /> She didn't think herself so self-absorbed to believe Nathan still had feelings for her. Their reactions pretty much confirmed her suspicions.<br /> <br /> "I guess I was right." Cynthia curled up her lips. "So, Nathan, what's it gonna take for you to sign those divorce papers?"<br /> <br /> Nathan's eyes were deep and solemn. At this point, there was nothing left to hide. "Jessica's really sick, Cynthia, and you're the only one who can donate a kidney to save her. That's my only condition. Help her, and you won't regret it, I promise."<br /> <br /> Cynthia was thunderstruck, her voice hoarse with disbelief. "You mean, this whole time...you were just after my kidney?"<br /> <br /> "Jessica is the only one Nathan loves. Why else would he marry you if not to save her?" Kelly sneered, and Nathan's look confirmed that she was right.<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt a chill in her heart. It all made sense now. Nathan had initially balked at his grandfather Mark Richardson's suggestion of marrying Cynthia. He had been adamant about marrying Jessica instead, only to abruptly change his mind when Cynthia was nearly ready to walk away.<br /> <br /> She had hoped that, over time, Nathan might come to love her. But she realized now that from the very start, he had been scheming for her kidney!<br /> <br /> "Cynthia," Nathan said, softening his tone deliberately. "Just help me out this one time, and I promise to keep today's drama under wraps. I'll make it worth your while, enough to start over somewhere far away."<br /> <br /> "In your dreams, Nathan." Cynthia emphasized each word. "Sure, I had feelings for you, but not enough to degrade myself like this."<br /> <br /> "Looks like you choose the hard way." Nathan, never one with a good temper, immediately hardened his stance. "If you refuse to donate a kidney to Jessica, I will absolutely not agree to the divorce."<br /> <br /> Cynthia laughed angrily and retorted, "Fine by me. Do you have any idea how hard I worked to marry you? If you want to grow old with me, then so be it."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia!" Nathan's face soured. He was about to speak when Cynthia ruthlessly cut him off.<br /> <br /> "I just give you one chance, Nathan. Be at the Courthouse entrance at 9 AM sharp tomorrow. If you don't show up..."<br /> <br /> Cynthia smirked coldly. "Then even better. Jessica can forget about marrying into the Richardson family. And I'll make sure to remind you that you'll be a cuckolds for the rest of your life!"<br /> <br /> With that, Cynthia turned and left, not bothering to give Nathan or Kelly a second glance.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, what if she refuses the surgery? What about Jessica?" Kelly, watching Cynthia's retreating figure, feigned urgency.<br /> <br /> Nathan's gaze was deep. "Don't worry. I'll find a way to make her agree."<br /> <br /> As Cynthia stepped out of the hotel, a sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom suddenly pulled up, blocking her path.<br /> <br /> The window rolled down, showing a woman in her forties, still exuding charm, a face often seen on financial news.<br /> <br /> "You're right on time, Mom." Recognizing the woman, Cynthia wasn't surprised at all, her voice and posture shifting to something more dignified.<br /> <br /> "Get in," Heather Brooks said calmly.<br /> <br /> With a deep breath, Cynthia got into the back seat. Throughout the ride, they hardly talked to each other.<br /> <br /> In Litharia, Jenkins Villa stood majestically in the most coveted scenic area, home to the affluent Jenkins family.<br /> <br /> "I've heard the story between you and Nathan. So, have you finally seen Nathan's true colors?"<br /> <br /> In the living room of Jenkins Villa, Heather sipped her coffee, looking at Cynthia indifferently. "It's time for you to come back and take over the family business."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Heather had five children, and aside from her only daughter, Cynthia, the other four sons kept their identities hidden, excelling in their fields but refusing to take over the family business.<br /> <br /> Left with no other option, Heather pinned her hopes on Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Cynthia breathed deeply, only then realizing that she had been under her mother's watchful eye for these past three years.<br /> <br /> It wasn't surprising, though. Since her father's death, the Jenkins family had been fragmented. Heather wasn't truly a Jenkins. Although she had been holding the reins, she was surrounded by those eyeing her position. Eventually, Heather had grown accustomed to keeping everything under her control, leaving no stone unturned.<br /> <br /> "It's not possible right now," Cynthia said somewhat helplessly.<br /> <br /> Heather's eyes narrowed as she spoke firmly. "What, you still have feelings for him?"<br /> <br /> "Of course not," Cynthia couldn't help but laugh dryly. "Mom, I just need some time to divorce him. I promise, after the divorce, I will definitely return to the Jenkins family."<br /> <br /> Cynthia mused, why did she ever waste three years pining for Nathan?<br /> <br /> Getting the response she wanted, Heather nodded in satisfaction. "That's more like a Jenkins girl. Also..."<br /> <br /> "What is it?" Seeing Heather hesitating to speak, Cynthia was curious.<br /> <br /> Heather spoke steadily. "The man you slept with at the hotel, do you recall who he is?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia's expression froze, and she remained silent.<br /> <br /> "I'm thinking about finding this man. If he's decent enough, we could welcome him into the family. The Jenkins can certainly afford to support one more. This would also solidify your position in the family."<br /> <br /> What Heather left unsaid was that if the man was not up to her standard, the consequences were obvious.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was at a loss for words. She didn't even know how to argue with that.<br /> <br /> Back in her room, Cynthia lay on the bed, overwhelmed. What happened today was more thrilling than her life during the past three years combined.<br /> <br /> She absently played with the cufflink in her hand, a lone clue left by the mysterious man from the previous night.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, Cynthia realized something and sat up abruptly. The cufflink was a limited edition, and her brother, the third sir of the Jenkins, Eric Jenkins, also a leading designer, might know its origin.<br /> <br /> Without hesitation, Cynthia called Eric.<br /> <br /> "Thia, you've finally taken your eyes off that idiot, huh? What's up?" Eric's voice was cheerful over the phone.<br /> <br /> Cynthia couldn't help but smile, "Starting today, Nathan and I have nothing to do with each other. We're getting divorced tomorrow."<br /> <br /> At that moment, in the midst of a major international jewelry show, Eric sat up straight. "What? What on earth happened to make the blind girl finally see the light?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia laughed. "Come on, stop kidding. Are you free right now? I could really use your help. Check your messages. I've sent you a picture. Can you figure out where this thing's from?"<br /> <br /> The next morning, outside the Courthouse, Nathan stood with a stern expression. He arrived on time and had been waiting for two hours without a glimpse of Cynthia.<br /> <br /> His calls went unanswered, and just as his patience was running thin, Cynthia finally arrived.<br /> <br /> She was dressed to the nines, radiant and elegant, a stark contrast to her former self. Nathan almost didn't recognize her at first sight.<br /> <br /> "What now? Getting cold feet about the divorce?" Seeing Cynthia slowly making her appearance, Nathan thought she regretted her decision not to divorce and had dressed up like this to win him back, feeling smug.<br /> <br /> "Getting cold feet? Why do I have to?" Cynthia touched her earring. She had intentionally made Nathan wait outside today.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was certain that Nathan wouldn't leave as long as his goal remained unmet, even if it meant waiting there all day.<br /> <br /> Nathan snorted, "As long as you're willing to help Jessica, we can still be friends."<br /> <br /> "What are you thinking? We're getting divorced and you still think we can be friends?" Cynthia scoffed dismissively. "You know what, Nathan? I've changed my mind. Why should I rely on a man who's after my organs? There are plenty of decent men out there, like that guy from the hotel. I'm quite satisfied with him."<br /> <br /> Even if Nathan had once saved her life, the help she had given him secretly over the past three years was more than enough to settle any debt.<br /> <br /> "Shameless!" Nathan didn't expect Cynthia to change her attitude so quickly, grinding his teeth in anger.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was unapologetic. "And what about you? Let's go. I can hardly wait."	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1,767,802	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1767805}'	No	2024-05-06 19:24	active	746	1564641564095429	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	“Mrs. Morgan. Do you know Kelly Summers?”<br /> “No.” I let out a deep breath. Maybe she’s our cleaning lady? No, that’s not her name. I shake my head.<br /> "Then, Mrs. Morgan. Do you know your husband is suspected of murdering his mistress?"<br /> He flips open the folder and throws a dozen crime scene photos on the desk. Right away, I notice that they’ve all been taken in our lake house. A woman is lying in our bed, covered in blood. My hands immediately covered my mouth as I let out a gasp and a whimper.<br /> "Your husband said you're his lawyer. You will defend for him."<br /> ————————<br /> Adam Morgan<br /> The breeze sucks the front door closed with a slam. <br /> It startles me for just a split second, but I know it’s her. Without even seeing her, I know her freckles are prominent from a day working the outside patio at the café. <br /> I know her brown doe eyes are lit up—filled with hope and joy. I know her long tousled hair sits underneath a hat she knitted herself earlier this fall. <br /> I know when she pulls that hat off, she’ll still look effortlessly beautiful, messy hair and all. I know she’ll be braless, wearing a form-fitting top and a dark thigh-length skirt. <br /> I know the waist of her shirt will be creased from where her apron sat all day. I know she’ll smile when she sees me, and it’ll take me less than sixty seconds to be inside her.<br /> “Babe, I brought leftover baked goods from the café,” she calls from the foyer.<br /> I hear her wrestle her shoes, knee-length socks, and jacket off. I pull two glasses from the wet bar. I pour scotch into each glass, and just as she enters I have one drink outreached to her. <br /> With a little bounce in her step, she takes the glass from me, chugs it, and sets it back down on the wet bar. The heat from the stone fireplace warms her skin, and I notice the goosebumps on her arms flatten.<br /> Before I can take a second sip, she’s unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. She drops to her knees and looks up at me with a devilish grin.<br /> I drop her legs on the bed and walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.<br /> I can still hear her panting from the other side of the door, trying to regain control of her own breathing. She doesn’t make a sound, and I assume she’s still lying there. I hope it’s in ecstasy and not pain. Sometimes, I take things too far—it’s like I black out and when I come to, I realize the error of my ways. I can’t help myself. Kelly just does that to me. When I’m with her, my animal instincts take over.<br /> Sarah used to do that to me. But now around her, I’m barely a man let alone anything else.<br /> At the vanity I look at myself in the mirror. A five-o’clock shadow has taken over my face, and my hair is out of place. My otherwise blue eyes are clouded with red. I can only stand looking at myself for a few seconds before I must look away. I’m not ashamed of who I am, but I’m not proud either. I splash some water on my face and then onto my chest, abs, and shaft. I’m too tired to shower. I pat myself dry with a towel.<br /> “Babe?” Kelly yells from the other room.<br /> “Yeah, hon?” I answer as I start brushing my teeth.<br /> “Your wife texted you.”<br /> I spit the toothpaste into the sink and rinse my mouth out, wiping my lips with my hand. Back in the bedroom, the lights are on now, and Kelly is sitting in bed, wearing a nightgown, while holding my phone. She smiles up at me.<br /> “What did she say?” I slide a pair of Ralph Lauren pajama pants on.<br /> “She wants to know what you’re doing.”<br /> I take a seat on the bed next to her, pushing her long brown hair back. I gently peck her neck and shoulder.<br /> “Tell her I’m about to bang the girl of my dreams again,” I whisper. Kelly laughs and begins texting back.<br /> “Your wish is my command.” She giggles. I swipe the phone from her playfully and get out of bed. I quickly text back.<br /> Since you couldn’t make it to me, I’m coming back tonight to see you. No need to wait up. Love you.<br /> Before I can set the phone down, Sarah texts back.<br /> I love you too. I got a chance to read the new pages you sent over lunch, and they’re incredible. I’m so proud of you XOXO.<br /> I smile for a brief second, before a wave of guilt spans over me. I let out a sigh.<br /> You’re the best, babe. Let me take you out for dinner tomorrow night. Say yes.<br /> My phone vibrates.<br /> Yes.<br /> Sometimes, I get a glimpse of who we used to be, and I think we can be that couple again. But I’ve screwed up too much for that to ever happen, and Sarah’s career has always come first—before me, before a family, before everything. I don’t foresee that ever changing.<br /> I thought when we had kids, she’d slow down, but she told me five years ago she didn’t want kids. I thought I’d be able to change her mind. I couldn’t.<br /> I set my phone down on the dresser and plug it into the charger. I look over at Kelly who is giving me bedroom eyes. She can never get enough of me, and I can’t get enough of her. But I know that won’t always be true. <br /> There was a time that Sarah and I couldn’t get enough of each other either. That time passed long ago. Occasionally, those feelings resurface, but they’re short-lived and usually induced by beverage or time apart. Don’t get me wrong, I love Sarah. <br /> If I didn’t, I would have left her long ago. It’s that love that I hold on to—not the money, the security or the houses. Kelly gives me the love that Sarah can no longer. They both complete me. It’s sick I know, but it’s true. I need them both.<br /> “Are you ever going to tell your wife about us?”<br /> “Are you ever going to tell your husband about us?” I retort.<br /> She huffs and folds her arms across her chest. “It’s not the same.” Her words are quiet.<br /> I leave and return with two full glasses of scotch, handing one to her and taking a seat. I put one arm around her and pull her close telling her I know. <br /> She lets out a soft, silent sob and as quickly as the cry left her body, she pulls it back in, regaining her composure. She takes a large gulp of the scotch and doesn’t even flinch at the burn. <br /> She leans into me. We sit there in silence, drinking our glasses of scotch, trapped in loveless marriages where we come second to the people we love. When Kelly and I are together, we come first. I refill our glasses twice more, and then we have intercourse again. <br /> This time, I don’t bang her—I sleep with to her.<br /> ...<br /> The slam of a car door wakes me from my slumber. It’s pitch black inside and outside, and I don’t have the slightest clue how my night ended with Kelly, but I assume it was with more rough intercourse since my shaft feels like it’s been dragged along a slab of pavement. I glance at the clock on the nightstand and in large red illuminating digits it reads 12:15 am.<br /> I whisper.<br /> I should have been home with Sarah by now. I rub my hands over my forehead and down my face, trying to massage the nerves back to life. How did I get this bad? <br /> I stepped out the room and walked to the entrance, picking up my items, and gently shutting the door behind me. I look down at my phone before getting into my black Range Rover. It’s 12:30 am. <br /> I’m half tempted to stay with Kelly, but I promised Sarah I would come home tonight, and although I won’t get in until nearly 2am, at least, I’ll wake up next to her.<br /> More than an hour later, I pull up to our home nestled in the Kaloroma neighborhood of D.C. <br /> I push open the door and find her sleeping heavily on her stomach, completely relaxed. She’s wearing a thin black tank top and black lace thong panties, not her typical nighttime attire. <br /> I expected to see her in a nightgown. Is she teasing me? Does she want me? Or did she just pass out from one too many beverage sodas, her drink of choice. Her silk-like blond hair is damp and is pulled back into a low ponytail—every strand neatly in place. <br /> Even when she’s asleep, she’s perfectly pulled together. My eyes follow the curve of her back and the smoothness of her toned hip, down her sculpted legs. <br /> Over the years, she may have neglected me, but she never ignored that body of hers. She stirs a little but doesn’t wake.<br /> By my side of the bed I shuffle off my pants and shirt. My eyes never leave her. She makes me so miserable, but so blissful at the same time. <br /> I hate her as much as I love her. Does she know? Does she care? What am I to her?<br /> I love her.<br /> -<br /> Sarah is gone when I open my eyes. <br /> As I go down the stairs, the doorbell rings.<br /> “Jesus Christ. I’m coming!”<br /> There are several loud knocks.<br /> “Hold on!” I make my way down the hallway, down the stairs, and to the front door. I swing it open and find two men standing there in matching attire: tan Dickies uniforms, complete with utility belts and wide-brim hats. <br /> The looks on their faces are similar, stern and frustrated… or is that disgust or discontent? I can’t really tell. I rub my eyes. The one on the left, a tall white male, with a hard jaw and piercing green eyes speaks first.<br /> “I’m Sheriff Ryan Stevens. Are you Adam Morgan?” he asks.<br /> I nod.<br /> The one on the right speaks next, an even taller black man with broad shoulders, and a visage that looks chiseled from stone. <br /> “I’m Deputy Marcus Hudson. We need to ask you some questions about your whereabouts yesterday evening.”<br /> “What’s this about?” I grip the front door with one hand and exchange glances with both the sheriff and his deputy. There are two squad cars parked on the street.<br /> ...<br /> Two hours later I find myself alone in a small interrogation room with a stale cup of coffee on the table in front of me. A large one-way mirror is on the wall to my left. I drop my head into my hands. My foot taps the floor with fervor as my patience has worn thin.<br /> “I want my phone call,” I scream within the empty room. “I want my phone call!”<br /> The door opens, and Sheriff Stevens and Deputy Hudson enter carrying Styrofoam cups of coffee.<br /> Sheriff Stevens sets a bottle of water in front of me. “Thirsty?”<br /> I pick up the water, chug it, and crunch up the empty bottle. I toss it into a trash can by the door. They take their time settling into their chairs across from me. <br /> They give each other a glance as they casually sip their coffee. They’re trying to look calm, but their clenched jaws and strained eyes give away the fact that they’re pissed off.<br /> “I want my phone call.” I still have no idea why I’m here. These pricks roughed me up a bit and threw me into the back of a squad car. <br /> I haven’t been charged with anything, and I’ve been sitting in this room for over an hour. I don’t know if Sarah is okay. I don’t know how I’m involved in any of this.<br /> “Mr. Morgan—can I call you Adam?” Sheriff Stevens asks, as if we’re on a first-name basis, as if he’s trying to be personable with me. These backwoods pricks. I’m tired of this, and I just want to know what is going on, so I nod with no enthusiasm.<br /> “Good. Well, you can call me Ryan and this guy,” he pats the deputy on the back, “you can call him Marcus. Now, we’re here to ask you a few questions, and hopefully, you’ll decide to cooperate with our investigation—unlike earlier. Do you understand?”<br /> I take a deep breath and rub my forehead with my hands, trying to soothe the headache I have coming on. “Yeah.”<br /> “Excellent. Now, can you tell us where you were last night?” Sheriff Stevens asks.<br /> My eyes dart around the room. “I was at my lake house over on Lake Manassas until around midnight. Then, I drove home.”<br /> They nod. Deputy Hudson pulls a notepad and a pen from his shirt pocket and begins jotting down notes. “Were you alone at the lake house?”<br /> “No.”<br /> “Who were you with?”<br /> “What’s this got to do with anything? I want my lawyer right now. I’m not answering anything else until I know what’s going on and why I’m here.” <br /> I stand up, kicking back my chair and shaking the table. The cups of coffee spill and two other deputies immediately charge into the interrogation room, restraining me.<br /> Deputy Hudson stands quickly flinging his chair back. He charges at me, grabbing me by the neck. His eyes bulge, and his lips purse as he comes within two inches of my face. <br /> “Listen up, you little prick! Kelly Summers was stabbed to death in your bed. Perhaps you want to start telling us what really happened, because, with the amount of evidence stacked against you, your days are numbered.” He pushes me against the wall as Sheriff Stevens pulls him off telling him to cool it.<br /> “I’m not going to cool it. Kelly was a good girl. She was family, and this white-collar prick comes into our town and kills her.” Deputy Hudson spits. Drops of sweat accumulate at his hairline.<br /> “Wha— what are you talking about? Kelly? She was fine when I left,” I sputter, choking on my own words. <br /> “How? How did this happen?” I collapse. The room spins and spins. The deputies let me fall to the ground as they take a step back.<br /> Who would hurt Kelly? The text messages from her husband. I recall them, each more menacing than the last and full of threats. It had to have been him. <br /> “Her husband. It had to have been her husband. Check her phone. Check her texts,” I plead—trying to put all the pieces together, trying to make sense of it.<br /> “Don’t you talk about her husband!” Deputy Hudson points his finger right in my face.<br /> Sheriff Stevens pushes him away from me. He turns back toward me. “We’re looking at all angles, but like the deputy eloquently said, this isn’t looking good for you.”<br /> “I would never hurt Kelly. I-I-I couldn’t. I loved her.” I drop my head into my hands.<br /> “That’s great,” Sheriff Stevens says with a hint of sarcasm. “Why don’t you follow one of these deputies and go call your wife?”<br /> -<br /> Sarah Morgan<br /> I find myself face to face with a man by the name of Sheriff Ryan Stevens. He matches the rough description of millions of men on this planet. <br /> Sandy brown hair kept high and tight in typical, ex-military-turned-police fashion adorns his head, sitting just north of his intense green eyes. These eyes have seen a lifetime of experience already and show as much fatigue as the rest of his face. <br /> The detail that I notice the most, though, is how he carries himself. This is a man in charge; this is a man who cares about his work; and this is a man not to be crossed. <br /> Despite the lethargy and years of abuse to his body by his line of work, his spirit is matched by none, even deputies half his age.<br /> I’m seated across from him in a small, disorganized office. Matthew is waiting for me in reception. I wanted him in here with me, but not until I knew what was going on.<br /> I still am unclear, and I have yet to see Adam, but I’ve been assured that he is all right and that I will be able to speak with him after I’ve talked to the sheriff regarding the incident my husband was involved in.<br /> “Mrs. Morgan, thank you for your patience,” Sheriff Stevens says.<br /> “Sarah is fine.”<br /> “Ryan is fine as well.” There’s a bit of snark in his voice, but there’s kindness in his eyes. Whether that kindness is for me or not, I don’t know.<br /> “What is going on?” I cross one leg over the other, leaning back in my chair.<br /> “I need to ask you a few questions before you see Adam.”<br /> “Okay.”<br /> “Was Adam with you last night?”<br /> I take a moment to think of the night before. I came home late from going out with Anne. But Adam came home later than me. He said he had been at the lake house writing, which is the norm. <br /> He goes there to write frequently and stays there for days at a time. It was one of the main reasons we had gotten the lake house. <br /> He was having trouble for the longest time putting words on paper, and when he came to me with the idea of buying a vacation home close enough for him to work at, but far enough out of the city for us to vacation to, I was on board right away. It was the perfect solution. <br /> Although I’ve rarely been there. Anne’s spent more time there than I have. She spent a week there this past summer as a part of her Christmas bonus, one week paid time off at my lake house. <br /> It was nice she had the opportunity to use it for what we had intended it for—vacation. Work kept me too busy to take frequent weekend trips, but it turned Adam’s writing around. He’s been churning out pages like never before.<br /> “Yes, at some point,” I finally land on.<br /> “And what point was that?”<br /> I pause trying to think over my answer carefully.<br /> “Well, I had fallen asleep. But I woke up around 2am and he was there. He could have been home for much longer.”<br /> Sheriff Stevens nods and jots down a few words on a pad of paper in front of him. He glances up at me and then writes down a couple more words. <br /> He chews on the end of his pen and glances at me again—this time, running his eyes over my body. <br /> “And that’s at your home in D.C., correct?”<br /> “Yes.”<br /> “What happened after he got home?”<br /> “We talked.” I let out a small cough. “And we had intercourse.” I know something terrible has happened. This is an interrogation, and there’s no sense in holding any information back. Adam couldn’t have done anything wrong, so honesty is the only thing that is going to make this all go away, whatever this is.<br /> “Is that usual for you two?”<br /> “A husband and a wife having intercourse, Sheriff Stevens?”<br /> “No, you and Adam?”<br /> “What does this have to do with anything?” I’m irritated, and I’m done playing games with this small-minded sheriff. I tear apart men like him every day. I may be here as Adam’s wife, but I am a defense attorney.<br /> The sheriff taps his pen against the desk. He’s waiting for me to speak as he has no intention of answering my question. He’s trying to get an understanding of Adam’s and my relationship, but why? What could he think Adam has done? Sure, we don’t have the perfect marriage, but who does? And why is it any of his business?<br /> “We’re trying for a baby,” I say not actually answering his question, but side-stepping it. If he doesn’t answer my questions, I won’t answer his.<br /> “Congratulations.” There’s a hint of sarcasm in his voice.<br /> “Are we done?”<br /> “No, Mrs. Morgan. Do you know a Kelly Summers?”<br /> “No.” I let out a deep breath. Maybe she’s our cleaning lady? No, that’s not her name. I shake my head adding to my resounding no.<br /> He nods and underlines something on his notepad. He selects a file folder from a stack of papers and pulls out an 8x10 photo, placing it in front of me. It’s a picture of a beautiful girl with long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. She’s smiling. She’s younger—probably late twenties. She is a stark contrast to Sheriff Stevens, where he is serious, worn down, on a mission; she is carefree, letting life take her as it wants.<br /> “This is Kelly Summers. Are you sure you don’t know her?”<br /> I pull the photo a little closer and lean in really taking it in. Her beauty is truly captivating. Her freckles spread lightly along her nose, her lips are full, and her cheekbones are prominent.<br /> “I don’t know her.” I push the photo back toward him. He nods, taking the picture and putting it back in the folder.<br /> “Are you and Adam having marital problems?” He taps his fingers on the desk.<br /> “You know what, Sheriff Stevens? This is getting ridiculous. I don’t know what Adam and I have to do with this Kelly woman, and I’ve had enough. I want to see my husband right now.” I’m half standing when Sheriff Stevens slams his hand on the desk.<br /> “Sit down!”<br /> “Or what? You’ll arrest me? Take me to my husband.” I stare him down. Although he is large, he is so small to me.<br /> He flips open the folder and throws a dozen crime scene photos on the desk. Right away, I notice that they’ve all been taken in our lake house. A woman is lying in our bed, covered in blood. Her eyes are expressionless. Her torso and chest are mutilated, skin gouged and scraped. I drop my purse, and my hands immediately cover my mouth as I let out a gasp and a whimper.<br /> I drop to the side of the desk regurgitating a bit of my lunch into my mouth. The acid burns as I try to force it back down, but this only makes my eyes well up with tears even more.<br /> And then it hits me. Now I know why I’m here.<br /> I feel a pat on my back. It’s Sheriff Stevens. He’s trying to calm me down.<br /> “I’m sorry.” He hands me a Kleenex and keeps his hand on my back. I stand facing him, though my legs are a bit wobbly beneath me. I wipe my mouth and pat at my eyes, trying to compose myself. This isn’t like me. I don’t break down. I’m strong. He asks me if I’m okay and I nod. Where I once was just trying to figure out why I was here, I now need to go into lawyer mode, because this “kind and simple” sheriff routine is really the work of a seasoned pro, watching, calculating.<br /> There’s a knock on the door. Sheriff Stevens keeps a hand on my shoulder—still trying to play nice. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I regain control of my breathing and attempt to compose myself.<br /> The door opens, and I turn to find a tall black man in similar clothing as Sheriff Stevens. His eyes are cold, bloodshot, and they do not meet mine. He says, “He wants his lawyer.”<br /> Sheriff Stevens nods. “Marcus, this is Sarah, Adam’s wife. This is Deputy Hudson.” I shake his hand.<br /> His eyes bounce off me. There’s a rage in them. “Should I let him call his lawyer?”<br /> Before Sheriff Stevens can speak, I interrupt. “There’s no need.”<br /> “Why?” they both ask in unison giving each other a puzzled look.<br /> “I’m his lawyer.”	LEARN_MORE	https://a.read4funs.com/ad/ZmFuY3lOb3ZlbC8xNjk5OTc	136560499545717	ForFun-105	https://facebook.com/61552095643555	36	1	2,109,168,509,465,728	2024-05-06 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0	Learn more	ForFun-105	120208231814660019	a.read4funs.com	NONE	video		https://a.read4funs.com/ad/ZmFuY3lOb3ZlbC8xNjk5OTcvMjAyNDA1MDYxNDMxMjIvcGFnZQ==?adid={{ad.id}}		2024-05-06 01:38	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441285617_425183856975331_6182746354208713658_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=MYuEDNnQlvEQ7kNvgHgZV6a&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AfAua8EybfuPfdglzZRibMQMtthvLO70HsUSj2IbS-AT4Q&oe=663F38C0	person_profile	0	ForFun-105	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441281744_3456806277943028_7728747723926705757_n.jpg?_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=esBEEVWsgB4Q7kNvgEEOsOm&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AfAAczhU6otwXO1L5szhXe4si-eiL6qiCCWZbltbSy8vBw&oe=663F309B	3	ForFun-105	2024-05-06 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,768,202	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1768159}'	No	2024-05-06 19:24	active	746	1372201656776706	🔞🔥Click to Read more about📜Regret's All You Get📜	🥵🥵🔞🔞<br /> In the presidential suite of the Winson Hotel in Litharia, a breathtakingly beautiful woman lay in bed. Her delicate skin was mostly hidden under a sheer blanket, with only her arms peeking out, bearing the faint red traces of a night filled with passion.<br /> <br /> Cynthia Jenkins stirred, letting out a soft moan as she woke from her deep sleep. She tried to get up, but her body, still weary and sore, sank back onto the bed.<br /> <br /> Memories from the night before came rushing back, bringing a faint smile to her face. For the first time in their three-year marriage, she and her husband, Nathan Richardson, had made love.<br /> <br /> She noticed Nathan wasn't in the room, and a tinge of disappointment flickered across her face, quickly replaced by composure.<br /> <br /> At the beginning of their marriage, Nathan had been distant, rarely showing any affection. Cynthia couldn't help but wonder if last night marked a turning point, a sign that he had finally accepted her.<br /> <br /> With a flicker of hope, Cynthia rose cheerfully from the bed. The moment her bare feet touched the cold floor, she felt a sudden chill.<br /> <br /> Picking up a blue sapphire cufflink, oddly shaped and shimmering, from the floor, Cynthia widened her eyes in surprise. 'Could this be Nathan's?'<br /> <br /> Thinking of this, Cynthia smiled and placed the cufflink in her bag. Then, she went to freshen up herself before returning home.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had barely stepped out of the door when she ran into an unexpected visitor.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia?" The woman in front of her, dressed in a crisp white dress and possessing a sharp, piercing voice, was Kelly Dixon, the second lady of the Dixon family.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had always been at odds with the Dixon sisters. Jessica Dixon, the eldest lady of the family, was Nathan's first love. But today, Cynthia was in a good mood. "Kelly, what a surprise to see you here."<br /> <br /> "Indeed." Kelly sized up Cynthia with a mocking smile. "If I had arrived a bit earlier or later, I might have missed catching you in the act."<br /> <br /> She pointed at the red marks on Cynthia's arms with disdain. "What is this? You shameless woman! How dare you fooling around with other men behind Nathan's back!"<br /> <br /> Cynthia frowned, "What are you talking about?"<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I've always known you're shameless, clinging to Nathan. But I never pegged you as someone who'd stoop this low." Kelly's eyes sparkled with the thrill of uncovering a juicy piece of gossip. "Are you really going to say these marks are from a night with Nathan?"<br /> <br /> Before Cynthia could utter a word, Kelly cut her off. "Please, cut the act. Nathan was at the hospital last night, staying by my sister's side. He was too busy to even catch a nap, much less waste time on someone like you."<br /> <br /> Cynthia's face changed dramatically. "Nathan was at the hospital?"<br /> <br /> "Where else would he be? You think he'd come to see you?" Kelly's voice was thick with sarcasm, as if she had just heard something ridiculous. "You've been caught sneaking around with someone else, and I'm not letting this slide so easily!<br /> <br /> "I'm going to show Nathan just how low you can go!" Kelly declared, her resolve unwavering. "I'm calling him right now to come over!"<br /> <br /> Cynthia couldn't absorb a word. Her mind went blank.<br /> <br /> If Nathan had spent the entire night in the hospital, then who was the man who had been so passionately entwined with her last night?<br /> <br /> A sudden realization made Cynthia's face darken.<br /> <br /> She had been set up!<br /> <br /> Yesterday was their three-year wedding anniversary, and Nathan surprisingly messaged her to meet at a hotel.<br /> <br /> Overjoyed and without a second thought, Cynthia rushed over. But when she arrived, Nathan texted to say he would be late and even ordered her some takeout.<br /> <br /> Cynthia, not sensing anything amiss and simply savoring the food, didn't expect to completely lose consciousness after finishing her meal. And that man last night...<br /> <br /> As Cynthia thought about everything that happened last night, her face turned deathly pale. 'How could this happen?'<br /> <br /> "Nathan already hates you for taking Jessica's place, and now, he'll never forgive you!" Kelly said triumphantly after a quick phone call. She stood firmly in Cynthia's path, blocking her exit.<br /> <br /> Cynthia hadn't even considered leaving. She felt a chill run down her spine. Besides, there weren't many people who could send a message using Nathan's phone.<br /> <br /> Soon, Nathan hurried down the corridor. "Kelly, did you need something from me?"<br /> <br /> He glanced at Cynthia with impatience. "What are you doing here? Jessica is still in the hospital. What are you up to now?"<br /> <br /> "I..." Cynthia opened her mouth, her mind in turmoil, unsure how to respond to him.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, I called you here," Kelly interjected eagerly. "I just so happened to see Cynthia sneaking out of a hotel room with some guy. It's serious, so I had to tell you."<br /> <br /> Nathan's face darkened instantly. "Cynthia, is it true?"<br /> <br /> "Would you believe me if I say I was framed?" Cynthia's eyes held a flicker of hope. "It was you who..."<br /> <br /> A smack came!<br /> <br /> Nathan's hand struck her face with a resounding slap, his expression cold and detached.<br /> <br /> "Pathetic! Why would anyone frame you?" Nathan's eyes blazed with anger at the sight of the red marks on Cynthia's arms.<br /> <br /> Even if he had no feelings for Cynthia, she was still his wife in name. This was nothing but a shame to him.<br /> <br /> Kelly watched with a smirk, stirring the pot. "Exactly, you must be delusional to think someone's out to get you.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, she's just lashing out because you're nice to Jessica. I caught her once, but who knows how many times she's cheated on you. Wake up, man."<br /> <br /> "What else do you have to say?" Nathan's gaze was filled with disgust.<br /> <br /> "What can I say?" Cynthia touched her burning cheek, a cold despair settling in her heart. She looked at Nathan, fighting the urge to laugh bitterly. "Nathan, don't you even want to ask why I ended up here?"<br /> <br /> It was ridiculous that her husband seemed to be solely dedicated to helping others deceive her.<br /> <br /> Nathan's eyes were full of disgust. "What exactly are you trying to say?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt utterly disheartened. She held up her phone, emphasizing each word. "Your phone sent me a message to come here. I trusted it and showed up. Did you text me, Nathan?"<br /> <br /> Nathan's gaze flickered. Last night, after getting treated, Jessica borrowed his phone...<br /> <br /> "It seems you know now who it was." Cynthia noticed his evasive look and had her suspicions. She smiled through her tears, "Nathan, I'm your wife. I'm the one being framed."<br /> <br /> Kelly quickly interjected, "Nathan, don't fall for her act. She's just looking for an excuse..."<br /> <br /> "This is between me and my husband. It's not your place to interfere," Cynthia retorted, showing her temper in front of Nathan for the first time.<br /> <br /> "You..." Kelly was furious and about to retort.<br /> <br /> However, Nathan had made up his mind at that moment. "I sent the text. I got tied up, sure, but that's no excuse for you cheating!"<br /> <br /> "It seems this is your choice, then." Cynthia's heart turned cold. Despite knowing she was wronged, he still chose to defend that hypocritical woman. She couldn't believe this was the man she loved.<br /> <br /> Nathan didn't show any sign of guilt. "Cynthia, it's you who fooled around with another man. Who else is there to blame?"<br /> <br /> Even though he felt somewhat uncomfortable about what Jessica did, he still firmly sided with her.<br /> <br /> "I was blind to have trusted the wrong person."<br /> <br /> Cynthia closed her eyes, and when she opened them moments later, they were clear and resolved. "Nathan, let's get a divorce."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> "Cynthia, what on earth are you thinking?" Nathan frowned slightly while Kelly's eyes flickered with surprise.<br /> <br /> Cynthia gave a self-mocking smile. "Nathan, I'm not someone who clings to what I can't have. Remember, I'm the one walking away from you, not the other way around."<br /> <br /> With those words, Cynthia felt a sudden clarity in her heart.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, you're the one who messed up, but here you are, playing word games. Are you threatening Nathan?" Kelly said, secretly pleased.<br /> <br /> Cynthia glanced coldly at her. "Kelly, sometimes, you should just stay quiet."<br /> <br /> But Nathan's response caught Cynthia off guard. "I don't agree to the divorce."<br /> <br /> Cynthia let out a bitter laugh. "Isn't this what you've always wanted? Now that I'm stepping aside, you can be with Jessica happily ever after. Why disagree?<br /> <br /> "Or is there something more you're after, something you haven't gotten from me yet?" Cynthia's tone shifted, causing a subtle change in the expressions of the two before her.<br /> <br /> She didn't think herself so self-absorbed to believe Nathan still had feelings for her. Their reactions pretty much confirmed her suspicions.<br /> <br /> "I guess I was right." Cynthia curled up her lips. "So, Nathan, what's it gonna take for you to sign those divorce papers?"<br /> <br /> Nathan's eyes were deep and solemn. At this point, there was nothing left to hide. "Jessica's really sick, Cynthia, and you're the only one who can donate a kidney to save her. That's my only condition. Help her, and you won't regret it, I promise."<br /> <br /> Cynthia was thunderstruck, her voice hoarse with disbelief. "You mean, this whole time...you were just after my kidney?"<br /> <br /> "Jessica is the only one Nathan loves. Why else would he marry you if not to save her?" Kelly sneered, and Nathan's look confirmed that she was right.<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt a chill in her heart. It all made sense now. Nathan had initially balked at his grandfather Mark Richardson's suggestion of marrying Cynthia. He had been adamant about marrying Jessica instead, only to abruptly change his mind when Cynthia was nearly ready to walk away.<br /> <br /> She had hoped that, over time, Nathan might come to love her. But she realized now that from the very start, he had been scheming for her kidney!<br /> <br /> "Cynthia," Nathan said, softening his tone deliberately. "Just help me out this one time, and I promise to keep today's drama under wraps. I'll make it worth your while, enough to start over somewhere far away."<br /> <br /> "In your dreams, Nathan." Cynthia emphasized each word. "Sure, I had feelings for you, but not enough to degrade myself like this."<br /> <br /> "Looks like you choose the hard way." Nathan, never one with a good temper, immediately hardened his stance. "If you refuse to donate a kidney to Jessica, I will absolutely not agree to the divorce."<br /> <br /> Cynthia laughed angrily and retorted, "Fine by me. Do you have any idea how hard I worked to marry you? If you want to grow old with me, then so be it."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia!" Nathan's face soured. He was about to speak when Cynthia ruthlessly cut him off.<br /> <br /> "I just give you one chance, Nathan. Be at the Courthouse entrance at 9 AM sharp tomorrow. If you don't show up..."<br /> <br /> Cynthia smirked coldly. "Then even better. Jessica can forget about marrying into the Richardson family. And I'll make sure to remind you that you'll be a cuckolds for the rest of your life!"<br /> <br /> With that, Cynthia turned and left, not bothering to give Nathan or Kelly a second glance.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, what if she refuses the surgery? What about Jessica?" Kelly, watching Cynthia's retreating figure, feigned urgency.<br /> <br /> Nathan's gaze was deep. "Don't worry. I'll find a way to make her agree."<br /> <br /> As Cynthia stepped out of the hotel, a sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom suddenly pulled up, blocking her path.<br /> <br /> The window rolled down, showing a woman in her forties, still exuding charm, a face often seen on financial news.<br /> <br /> "You're right on time, Mom." Recognizing the woman, Cynthia wasn't surprised at all, her voice and posture shifting to something more dignified.<br /> <br /> "Get in," Heather Brooks said calmly.<br /> <br /> With a deep breath, Cynthia got into the back seat. Throughout the ride, they hardly talked to each other.<br /> <br /> In Litharia, Jenkins Villa stood majestically in the most coveted scenic area, home to the affluent Jenkins family.<br /> <br /> "I've heard the story between you and Nathan. So, have you finally seen Nathan's true colors?"<br /> <br /> In the living room of Jenkins Villa, Heather sipped her coffee, looking at Cynthia indifferently. "It's time for you to come back and take over the family business."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Heather had five children, and aside from her only daughter, Cynthia, the other four sons kept their identities hidden, excelling in their fields but refusing to take over the family business.<br /> <br /> Left with no other option, Heather pinned her hopes on Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Cynthia breathed deeply, only then realizing that she had been under her mother's watchful eye for these past three years.<br /> <br /> It wasn't surprising, though. Since her father's death, the Jenkins family had been fragmented. Heather wasn't truly a Jenkins. Although she had been holding the reins, she was surrounded by those eyeing her position. Eventually, Heather had grown accustomed to keeping everything under her control, leaving no stone unturned.<br /> <br /> "It's not possible right now," Cynthia said somewhat helplessly.<br /> <br /> Heather's eyes narrowed as she spoke firmly. "What, you still have feelings for him?"<br /> <br /> "Of course not," Cynthia couldn't help but laugh dryly. "Mom, I just need some time to divorce him. I promise, after the divorce, I will definitely return to the Jenkins family."<br /> <br /> Cynthia mused, why did she ever waste three years pining for Nathan?<br /> <br /> Getting the response she wanted, Heather nodded in satisfaction. "That's more like a Jenkins girl. Also..."<br /> <br /> "What is it?" Seeing Heather hesitating to speak, Cynthia was curious.<br /> <br /> Heather spoke steadily. "The man you slept with at the hotel, do you recall who he is?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia's expression froze, and she remained silent.<br /> <br /> "I'm thinking about finding this man. If he's decent enough, we could welcome him into the family. The Jenkins can certainly afford to support one more. This would also solidify your position in the family."<br /> <br /> What Heather left unsaid was that if the man was not up to her standard, the consequences were obvious.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was at a loss for words. She didn't even know how to argue with that.<br /> <br /> Back in her room, Cynthia lay on the bed, overwhelmed. What happened today was more thrilling than her life during the past three years combined.<br /> <br /> She absently played with the cufflink in her hand, a lone clue left by the mysterious man from the previous night.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, Cynthia realized something and sat up abruptly. The cufflink was a limited edition, and her brother, the third sir of the Jenkins, Eric Jenkins, also a leading designer, might know its origin.<br /> <br /> Without hesitation, Cynthia called Eric.<br /> <br /> "Thia, you've finally taken your eyes off that idiot, huh? What's up?" Eric's voice was cheerful over the phone.<br /> <br /> Cynthia couldn't help but smile, "Starting today, Nathan and I have nothing to do with each other. We're getting divorced tomorrow."<br /> <br /> At that moment, in the midst of a major international jewelry show, Eric sat up straight. "What? What on earth happened to make the blind girl finally see the light?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia laughed. "Come on, stop kidding. Are you free right now? I could really use your help. Check your messages. I've sent you a picture. Can you figure out where this thing's from?"<br /> <br /> The next morning, outside the Courthouse, Nathan stood with a stern expression. He arrived on time and had been waiting for two hours without a glimpse of Cynthia.<br /> <br /> His calls went unanswered, and just as his patience was running thin, Cynthia finally arrived.<br /> <br /> She was dressed to the nines, radiant and elegant, a stark contrast to her former self. Nathan almost didn't recognize her at first sight.<br /> <br /> "What now? Getting cold feet about the divorce?" Seeing Cynthia slowly making her appearance, Nathan thought she regretted her decision not to divorce and had dressed up like this to win him back, feeling smug.<br /> <br /> "Getting cold feet? Why do I have to?" Cynthia touched her earring. She had intentionally made Nathan wait outside today.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was certain that Nathan wouldn't leave as long as his goal remained unmet, even if it meant waiting there all day.<br /> <br /> Nathan snorted, "As long as you're willing to help Jessica, we can still be friends."<br /> <br /> "What are you thinking? We're getting divorced and you still think we can be friends?" Cynthia scoffed dismissively. "You know what, Nathan? I've changed my mind. Why should I rely on a man who's after my organs? There are plenty of decent men out there, like that guy from the hotel. I'm quite satisfied with him."<br /> <br /> Even if Nathan had once saved her life, the help she had given him secretly over the past three years was more than enough to settle any debt.<br /> <br /> "Shameless!" Nathan didn't expect Cynthia to change her attitude so quickly, grinding his teeth in anger.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was unapologetic. "And what about you? Let's go. I can hardly wait."	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1,767,723	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1767805}'	Yes	2024-05-06 19:24	active	746	417515724357712	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	“Mrs. Morgan. Do you know Kelly Summers?”<br /> “No.” I let out a deep breath. Maybe she’s our cleaning lady? No, that’s not her name. I shake my head.<br /> "Then, Mrs. Morgan. Do you know your husband is suspected of murdering his mistress?"<br /> He flips open the folder and throws a dozen crime scene photos on the desk. Right away, I notice that they’ve all been taken in our lake house. A woman is lying in our bed, covered in blood. My hands immediately covered my mouth as I let out a gasp and a whimper.<br /> "Your husband said you're his lawyer. You will defend for him."<br /> ————————<br /> Adam Morgan<br /> The breeze sucks the front door closed with a slam. <br /> It startles me for just a split second, but I know it’s her. Without even seeing her, I know her freckles are prominent from a day working the outside patio at the café. <br /> I know her brown doe eyes are lit up—filled with hope and joy. I know her long tousled hair sits underneath a hat she knitted herself earlier this fall. <br /> I know when she pulls that hat off, she’ll still look effortlessly beautiful, messy hair and all. I know she’ll be braless, wearing a form-fitting top and a dark thigh-length skirt. <br /> I know the waist of her shirt will be creased from where her apron sat all day. I know she’ll smile when she sees me, and it’ll take me less than sixty seconds to be inside her.<br /> “Babe, I brought leftover baked goods from the café,” she calls from the foyer.<br /> I hear her wrestle her shoes, knee-length socks, and jacket off. I pull two glasses from the wet bar. I pour scotch into each glass, and just as she enters I have one drink outreached to her. <br /> With a little bounce in her step, she takes the glass from me, chugs it, and sets it back down on the wet bar. The heat from the stone fireplace warms her skin, and I notice the goosebumps on her arms flatten.<br /> Before I can take a second sip, she’s unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. She drops to her knees and looks up at me with a devilish grin.<br /> I drop her legs on the bed and walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.<br /> I can still hear her panting from the other side of the door, trying to regain control of her own breathing. She doesn’t make a sound, and I assume she’s still lying there. I hope it’s in ecstasy and not pain. Sometimes, I take things too far—it’s like I black out and when I come to, I realize the error of my ways. I can’t help myself. Kelly just does that to me. When I’m with her, my animal instincts take over.<br /> Sarah used to do that to me. But now around her, I’m barely a man let alone anything else.<br /> At the vanity I look at myself in the mirror. A five-o’clock shadow has taken over my face, and my hair is out of place. My otherwise blue eyes are clouded with red. I can only stand looking at myself for a few seconds before I must look away. I’m not ashamed of who I am, but I’m not proud either. I splash some water on my face and then onto my chest, abs, and shaft. I’m too tired to shower. I pat myself dry with a towel.<br /> “Babe?” Kelly yells from the other room.<br /> “Yeah, hon?” I answer as I start brushing my teeth.<br /> “Your wife texted you.”<br /> I spit the toothpaste into the sink and rinse my mouth out, wiping my lips with my hand. Back in the bedroom, the lights are on now, and Kelly is sitting in bed, wearing a nightgown, while holding my phone. She smiles up at me.<br /> “What did she say?” I slide a pair of Ralph Lauren pajama pants on.<br /> “She wants to know what you’re doing.”<br /> I take a seat on the bed next to her, pushing her long brown hair back. I gently peck her neck and shoulder.<br /> “Tell her I’m about to bang the girl of my dreams again,” I whisper. Kelly laughs and begins texting back.<br /> “Your wish is my command.” She giggles. I swipe the phone from her playfully and get out of bed. I quickly text back.<br /> Since you couldn’t make it to me, I’m coming back tonight to see you. No need to wait up. Love you.<br /> Before I can set the phone down, Sarah texts back.<br /> I love you too. I got a chance to read the new pages you sent over lunch, and they’re incredible. I’m so proud of you XOXO.<br /> I smile for a brief second, before a wave of guilt spans over me. I let out a sigh.<br /> You’re the best, babe. Let me take you out for dinner tomorrow night. Say yes.<br /> My phone vibrates.<br /> Yes.<br /> Sometimes, I get a glimpse of who we used to be, and I think we can be that couple again. But I’ve screwed up too much for that to ever happen, and Sarah’s career has always come first—before me, before a family, before everything. I don’t foresee that ever changing.<br /> I thought when we had kids, she’d slow down, but she told me five years ago she didn’t want kids. I thought I’d be able to change her mind. I couldn’t.<br /> I set my phone down on the dresser and plug it into the charger. I look over at Kelly who is giving me bedroom eyes. She can never get enough of me, and I can’t get enough of her. But I know that won’t always be true. <br /> There was a time that Sarah and I couldn’t get enough of each other either. That time passed long ago. Occasionally, those feelings resurface, but they’re short-lived and usually induced by beverage or time apart. Don’t get me wrong, I love Sarah. <br /> If I didn’t, I would have left her long ago. It’s that love that I hold on to—not the money, the security or the houses. Kelly gives me the love that Sarah can no longer. They both complete me. It’s sick I know, but it’s true. I need them both.<br /> “Are you ever going to tell your wife about us?”<br /> “Are you ever going to tell your husband about us?” I retort.<br /> She huffs and folds her arms across her chest. “It’s not the same.” Her words are quiet.<br /> I leave and return with two full glasses of scotch, handing one to her and taking a seat. I put one arm around her and pull her close telling her I know. <br /> She lets out a soft, silent sob and as quickly as the cry left her body, she pulls it back in, regaining her composure. She takes a large gulp of the scotch and doesn’t even flinch at the burn. <br /> She leans into me. We sit there in silence, drinking our glasses of scotch, trapped in loveless marriages where we come second to the people we love. When Kelly and I are together, we come first. I refill our glasses twice more, and then we have intercourse again. <br /> This time, I don’t bang her—I sleep with to her.<br /> ...<br /> The slam of a car door wakes me from my slumber. It’s pitch black inside and outside, and I don’t have the slightest clue how my night ended with Kelly, but I assume it was with more rough intercourse since my shaft feels like it’s been dragged along a slab of pavement. I glance at the clock on the nightstand and in large red illuminating digits it reads 12:15 am.<br /> I whisper.<br /> I should have been home with Sarah by now. I rub my hands over my forehead and down my face, trying to massage the nerves back to life. How did I get this bad? <br /> I stepped out the room and walked to the entrance, picking up my items, and gently shutting the door behind me. I look down at my phone before getting into my black Range Rover. It’s 12:30 am. <br /> I’m half tempted to stay with Kelly, but I promised Sarah I would come home tonight, and although I won’t get in until nearly 2am, at least, I’ll wake up next to her.<br /> More than an hour later, I pull up to our home nestled in the Kaloroma neighborhood of D.C. <br /> I push open the door and find her sleeping heavily on her stomach, completely relaxed. She’s wearing a thin black tank top and black lace thong panties, not her typical nighttime attire. <br /> I expected to see her in a nightgown. Is she teasing me? Does she want me? Or did she just pass out from one too many beverage sodas, her drink of choice. Her silk-like blond hair is damp and is pulled back into a low ponytail—every strand neatly in place. <br /> Even when she’s asleep, she’s perfectly pulled together. My eyes follow the curve of her back and the smoothness of her toned hip, down her sculpted legs. <br /> Over the years, she may have neglected me, but she never ignored that body of hers. She stirs a little but doesn’t wake.<br /> By my side of the bed I shuffle off my pants and shirt. My eyes never leave her. She makes me so miserable, but so blissful at the same time. <br /> I hate her as much as I love her. Does she know? Does she care? What am I to her?<br /> I love her.<br /> -<br /> Sarah is gone when I open my eyes. <br /> As I go down the stairs, the doorbell rings.<br /> “Jesus Christ. I’m coming!”<br /> There are several loud knocks.<br /> “Hold on!” I make my way down the hallway, down the stairs, and to the front door. I swing it open and find two men standing there in matching attire: tan Dickies uniforms, complete with utility belts and wide-brim hats. <br /> The looks on their faces are similar, stern and frustrated… or is that disgust or discontent? I can’t really tell. I rub my eyes. The one on the left, a tall white male, with a hard jaw and piercing green eyes speaks first.<br /> “I’m Sheriff Ryan Stevens. Are you Adam Morgan?” he asks.<br /> I nod.<br /> The one on the right speaks next, an even taller black man with broad shoulders, and a visage that looks chiseled from stone. <br /> “I’m Deputy Marcus Hudson. We need to ask you some questions about your whereabouts yesterday evening.”<br /> “What’s this about?” I grip the front door with one hand and exchange glances with both the sheriff and his deputy. There are two squad cars parked on the street.<br /> ...<br /> Two hours later I find myself alone in a small interrogation room with a stale cup of coffee on the table in front of me. A large one-way mirror is on the wall to my left. I drop my head into my hands. My foot taps the floor with fervor as my patience has worn thin.<br /> “I want my phone call,” I scream within the empty room. “I want my phone call!”<br /> The door opens, and Sheriff Stevens and Deputy Hudson enter carrying Styrofoam cups of coffee.<br /> Sheriff Stevens sets a bottle of water in front of me. “Thirsty?”<br /> I pick up the water, chug it, and crunch up the empty bottle. I toss it into a trash can by the door. They take their time settling into their chairs across from me. <br /> They give each other a glance as they casually sip their coffee. They’re trying to look calm, but their clenched jaws and strained eyes give away the fact that they’re pissed off.<br /> “I want my phone call.” I still have no idea why I’m here. These pricks roughed me up a bit and threw me into the back of a squad car. <br /> I haven’t been charged with anything, and I’ve been sitting in this room for over an hour. I don’t know if Sarah is okay. I don’t know how I’m involved in any of this.<br /> “Mr. Morgan—can I call you Adam?” Sheriff Stevens asks, as if we’re on a first-name basis, as if he’s trying to be personable with me. These backwoods pricks. I’m tired of this, and I just want to know what is going on, so I nod with no enthusiasm.<br /> “Good. Well, you can call me Ryan and this guy,” he pats the deputy on the back, “you can call him Marcus. Now, we’re here to ask you a few questions, and hopefully, you’ll decide to cooperate with our investigation—unlike earlier. Do you understand?”<br /> I take a deep breath and rub my forehead with my hands, trying to soothe the headache I have coming on. “Yeah.”<br /> “Excellent. Now, can you tell us where you were last night?” Sheriff Stevens asks.<br /> My eyes dart around the room. “I was at my lake house over on Lake Manassas until around midnight. Then, I drove home.”<br /> They nod. Deputy Hudson pulls a notepad and a pen from his shirt pocket and begins jotting down notes. “Were you alone at the lake house?”<br /> “No.”<br /> “Who were you with?”<br /> “What’s this got to do with anything? I want my lawyer right now. I’m not answering anything else until I know what’s going on and why I’m here.” <br /> I stand up, kicking back my chair and shaking the table. The cups of coffee spill and two other deputies immediately charge into the interrogation room, restraining me.<br /> Deputy Hudson stands quickly flinging his chair back. He charges at me, grabbing me by the neck. His eyes bulge, and his lips purse as he comes within two inches of my face. <br /> “Listen up, you little prick! Kelly Summers was stabbed to death in your bed. Perhaps you want to start telling us what really happened, because, with the amount of evidence stacked against you, your days are numbered.” He pushes me against the wall as Sheriff Stevens pulls him off telling him to cool it.<br /> “I’m not going to cool it. Kelly was a good girl. She was family, and this white-collar prick comes into our town and kills her.” Deputy Hudson spits. Drops of sweat accumulate at his hairline.<br /> “Wha— what are you talking about? Kelly? She was fine when I left,” I sputter, choking on my own words. <br /> “How? How did this happen?” I collapse. The room spins and spins. The deputies let me fall to the ground as they take a step back.<br /> Who would hurt Kelly? The text messages from her husband. I recall them, each more menacing than the last and full of threats. It had to have been him. <br /> “Her husband. It had to have been her husband. Check her phone. Check her texts,” I plead—trying to put all the pieces together, trying to make sense of it.<br /> “Don’t you talk about her husband!” Deputy Hudson points his finger right in my face.<br /> Sheriff Stevens pushes him away from me. He turns back toward me. “We’re looking at all angles, but like the deputy eloquently said, this isn’t looking good for you.”<br /> “I would never hurt Kelly. I-I-I couldn’t. I loved her.” I drop my head into my hands.<br /> “That’s great,” Sheriff Stevens says with a hint of sarcasm. “Why don’t you follow one of these deputies and go call your wife?”<br /> -<br /> Sarah Morgan<br /> I find myself face to face with a man by the name of Sheriff Ryan Stevens. He matches the rough description of millions of men on this planet. <br /> Sandy brown hair kept high and tight in typical, ex-military-turned-police fashion adorns his head, sitting just north of his intense green eyes. These eyes have seen a lifetime of experience already and show as much fatigue as the rest of his face. <br /> The detail that I notice the most, though, is how he carries himself. This is a man in charge; this is a man who cares about his work; and this is a man not to be crossed. <br /> Despite the lethargy and years of abuse to his body by his line of work, his spirit is matched by none, even deputies half his age.<br /> I’m seated across from him in a small, disorganized office. Matthew is waiting for me in reception. I wanted him in here with me, but not until I knew what was going on.<br /> I still am unclear, and I have yet to see Adam, but I’ve been assured that he is all right and that I will be able to speak with him after I’ve talked to the sheriff regarding the incident my husband was involved in.<br /> “Mrs. Morgan, thank you for your patience,” Sheriff Stevens says.<br /> “Sarah is fine.”<br /> “Ryan is fine as well.” There’s a bit of snark in his voice, but there’s kindness in his eyes. Whether that kindness is for me or not, I don’t know.<br /> “What is going on?” I cross one leg over the other, leaning back in my chair.<br /> “I need to ask you a few questions before you see Adam.”<br /> “Okay.”<br /> “Was Adam with you last night?”<br /> I take a moment to think of the night before. I came home late from going out with Anne. But Adam came home later than me. He said he had been at the lake house writing, which is the norm. <br /> He goes there to write frequently and stays there for days at a time. It was one of the main reasons we had gotten the lake house. <br /> He was having trouble for the longest time putting words on paper, and when he came to me with the idea of buying a vacation home close enough for him to work at, but far enough out of the city for us to vacation to, I was on board right away. It was the perfect solution. <br /> Although I’ve rarely been there. Anne’s spent more time there than I have. She spent a week there this past summer as a part of her Christmas bonus, one week paid time off at my lake house. <br /> It was nice she had the opportunity to use it for what we had intended it for—vacation. Work kept me too busy to take frequent weekend trips, but it turned Adam’s writing around. He’s been churning out pages like never before.<br /> “Yes, at some point,” I finally land on.<br /> “And what point was that?”<br /> I pause trying to think over my answer carefully.<br /> “Well, I had fallen asleep. But I woke up around 2am and he was there. He could have been home for much longer.”<br /> Sheriff Stevens nods and jots down a few words on a pad of paper in front of him. He glances up at me and then writes down a couple more words. <br /> He chews on the end of his pen and glances at me again—this time, running his eyes over my body. <br /> “And that’s at your home in D.C., correct?”<br /> “Yes.”<br /> “What happened after he got home?”<br /> “We talked.” I let out a small cough. “And we had intercourse.” I know something terrible has happened. This is an interrogation, and there’s no sense in holding any information back. Adam couldn’t have done anything wrong, so honesty is the only thing that is going to make this all go away, whatever this is.<br /> “Is that usual for you two?”<br /> “A husband and a wife having intercourse, Sheriff Stevens?”<br /> “No, you and Adam?”<br /> “What does this have to do with anything?” I’m irritated, and I’m done playing games with this small-minded sheriff. I tear apart men like him every day. I may be here as Adam’s wife, but I am a defense attorney.<br /> The sheriff taps his pen against the desk. He’s waiting for me to speak as he has no intention of answering my question. He’s trying to get an understanding of Adam’s and my relationship, but why? What could he think Adam has done? Sure, we don’t have the perfect marriage, but who does? And why is it any of his business?<br /> “We’re trying for a baby,” I say not actually answering his question, but side-stepping it. If he doesn’t answer my questions, I won’t answer his.<br /> “Congratulations.” There’s a hint of sarcasm in his voice.<br /> “Are we done?”<br /> “No, Mrs. Morgan. Do you know a Kelly Summers?”<br /> “No.” I let out a deep breath. Maybe she’s our cleaning lady? No, that’s not her name. I shake my head adding to my resounding no.<br /> He nods and underlines something on his notepad. He selects a file folder from a stack of papers and pulls out an 8x10 photo, placing it in front of me. It’s a picture of a beautiful girl with long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. She’s smiling. She’s younger—probably late twenties. She is a stark contrast to Sheriff Stevens, where he is serious, worn down, on a mission; she is carefree, letting life take her as it wants.<br /> “This is Kelly Summers. Are you sure you don’t know her?”<br /> I pull the photo a little closer and lean in really taking it in. Her beauty is truly captivating. Her freckles spread lightly along her nose, her lips are full, and her cheekbones are prominent.<br /> “I don’t know her.” I push the photo back toward him. He nods, taking the picture and putting it back in the folder.<br /> “Are you and Adam having marital problems?” He taps his fingers on the desk.<br /> “You know what, Sheriff Stevens? This is getting ridiculous. I don’t know what Adam and I have to do with this Kelly woman, and I’ve had enough. I want to see my husband right now.” I’m half standing when Sheriff Stevens slams his hand on the desk.<br /> “Sit down!”<br /> “Or what? You’ll arrest me? Take me to my husband.” I stare him down. Although he is large, he is so small to me.<br /> He flips open the folder and throws a dozen crime scene photos on the desk. Right away, I notice that they’ve all been taken in our lake house. A woman is lying in our bed, covered in blood. Her eyes are expressionless. Her torso and chest are mutilated, skin gouged and scraped. I drop my purse, and my hands immediately cover my mouth as I let out a gasp and a whimper.<br /> I drop to the side of the desk regurgitating a bit of my lunch into my mouth. The acid burns as I try to force it back down, but this only makes my eyes well up with tears even more.<br /> And then it hits me. Now I know why I’m here.<br /> I feel a pat on my back. It’s Sheriff Stevens. He’s trying to calm me down.<br /> “I’m sorry.” He hands me a Kleenex and keeps his hand on my back. I stand facing him, though my legs are a bit wobbly beneath me. I wipe my mouth and pat at my eyes, trying to compose myself. This isn’t like me. I don’t break down. I’m strong. He asks me if I’m okay and I nod. Where I once was just trying to figure out why I was here, I now need to go into lawyer mode, because this “kind and simple” sheriff routine is really the work of a seasoned pro, watching, calculating.<br /> There’s a knock on the door. 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1,768,197	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1768175}'	No	2024-05-06 19:24	active	746	945077400412409	🔞🔥Click to Read more about📜Regret's All You Get📜	🥵🥵🔞🔞<br /> In the presidential suite of the Winson Hotel in Litharia, a breathtakingly beautiful woman lay in bed. Her delicate skin was mostly hidden under a sheer blanket, with only her arms peeking out, bearing the faint red traces of a night filled with passion.<br /> <br /> Cynthia Jenkins stirred, letting out a soft moan as she woke from her deep sleep. She tried to get up, but her body, still weary and sore, sank back onto the bed.<br /> <br /> Memories from the night before came rushing back, bringing a faint smile to her face. For the first time in their three-year marriage, she and her husband, Nathan Richardson, had made love.<br /> <br /> She noticed Nathan wasn't in the room, and a tinge of disappointment flickered across her face, quickly replaced by composure.<br /> <br /> At the beginning of their marriage, Nathan had been distant, rarely showing any affection. Cynthia couldn't help but wonder if last night marked a turning point, a sign that he had finally accepted her.<br /> <br /> With a flicker of hope, Cynthia rose cheerfully from the bed. The moment her bare feet touched the cold floor, she felt a sudden chill.<br /> <br /> Picking up a blue sapphire cufflink, oddly shaped and shimmering, from the floor, Cynthia widened her eyes in surprise. 'Could this be Nathan's?'<br /> <br /> Thinking of this, Cynthia smiled and placed the cufflink in her bag. Then, she went to freshen up herself before returning home.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had barely stepped out of the door when she ran into an unexpected visitor.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia?" The woman in front of her, dressed in a crisp white dress and possessing a sharp, piercing voice, was Kelly Dixon, the second lady of the Dixon family.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had always been at odds with the Dixon sisters. Jessica Dixon, the eldest lady of the family, was Nathan's first love. But today, Cynthia was in a good mood. "Kelly, what a surprise to see you here."<br /> <br /> "Indeed." Kelly sized up Cynthia with a mocking smile. "If I had arrived a bit earlier or later, I might have missed catching you in the act."<br /> <br /> She pointed at the red marks on Cynthia's arms with disdain. "What is this? You shameless woman! How dare you fooling around with other men behind Nathan's back!"<br /> <br /> Cynthia frowned, "What are you talking about?"<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I've always known you're shameless, clinging to Nathan. But I never pegged you as someone who'd stoop this low." Kelly's eyes sparkled with the thrill of uncovering a juicy piece of gossip. "Are you really going to say these marks are from a night with Nathan?"<br /> <br /> Before Cynthia could utter a word, Kelly cut her off. "Please, cut the act. Nathan was at the hospital last night, staying by my sister's side. He was too busy to even catch a nap, much less waste time on someone like you."<br /> <br /> Cynthia's face changed dramatically. "Nathan was at the hospital?"<br /> <br /> "Where else would he be? You think he'd come to see you?" Kelly's voice was thick with sarcasm, as if she had just heard something ridiculous. "You've been caught sneaking around with someone else, and I'm not letting this slide so easily!<br /> <br /> "I'm going to show Nathan just how low you can go!" Kelly declared, her resolve unwavering. "I'm calling him right now to come over!"<br /> <br /> Cynthia couldn't absorb a word. Her mind went blank.<br /> <br /> If Nathan had spent the entire night in the hospital, then who was the man who had been so passionately entwined with her last night?<br /> <br /> A sudden realization made Cynthia's face darken.<br /> <br /> She had been set up!<br /> <br /> Yesterday was their three-year wedding anniversary, and Nathan surprisingly messaged her to meet at a hotel.<br /> <br /> Overjoyed and without a second thought, Cynthia rushed over. But when she arrived, Nathan texted to say he would be late and even ordered her some takeout.<br /> <br /> Cynthia, not sensing anything amiss and simply savoring the food, didn't expect to completely lose consciousness after finishing her meal. And that man last night...<br /> <br /> As Cynthia thought about everything that happened last night, her face turned deathly pale. 'How could this happen?'<br /> <br /> "Nathan already hates you for taking Jessica's place, and now, he'll never forgive you!" Kelly said triumphantly after a quick phone call. She stood firmly in Cynthia's path, blocking her exit.<br /> <br /> Cynthia hadn't even considered leaving. She felt a chill run down her spine. Besides, there weren't many people who could send a message using Nathan's phone.<br /> <br /> Soon, Nathan hurried down the corridor. "Kelly, did you need something from me?"<br /> <br /> He glanced at Cynthia with impatience. "What are you doing here? Jessica is still in the hospital. What are you up to now?"<br /> <br /> "I..." Cynthia opened her mouth, her mind in turmoil, unsure how to respond to him.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, I called you here," Kelly interjected eagerly. "I just so happened to see Cynthia sneaking out of a hotel room with some guy. It's serious, so I had to tell you."<br /> <br /> Nathan's face darkened instantly. "Cynthia, is it true?"<br /> <br /> "Would you believe me if I say I was framed?" Cynthia's eyes held a flicker of hope. "It was you who..."<br /> <br /> A smack came!<br /> <br /> Nathan's hand struck her face with a resounding slap, his expression cold and detached.<br /> <br /> "Pathetic! Why would anyone frame you?" Nathan's eyes blazed with anger at the sight of the red marks on Cynthia's arms.<br /> <br /> Even if he had no feelings for Cynthia, she was still his wife in name. This was nothing but a shame to him.<br /> <br /> Kelly watched with a smirk, stirring the pot. "Exactly, you must be delusional to think someone's out to get you.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, she's just lashing out because you're nice to Jessica. I caught her once, but who knows how many times she's cheated on you. Wake up, man."<br /> <br /> "What else do you have to say?" Nathan's gaze was filled with disgust.<br /> <br /> "What can I say?" Cynthia touched her burning cheek, a cold despair settling in her heart. She looked at Nathan, fighting the urge to laugh bitterly. "Nathan, don't you even want to ask why I ended up here?"<br /> <br /> It was ridiculous that her husband seemed to be solely dedicated to helping others deceive her.<br /> <br /> Nathan's eyes were full of disgust. "What exactly are you trying to say?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt utterly disheartened. She held up her phone, emphasizing each word. "Your phone sent me a message to come here. I trusted it and showed up. Did you text me, Nathan?"<br /> <br /> Nathan's gaze flickered. Last night, after getting treated, Jessica borrowed his phone...<br /> <br /> "It seems you know now who it was." Cynthia noticed his evasive look and had her suspicions. She smiled through her tears, "Nathan, I'm your wife. I'm the one being framed."<br /> <br /> Kelly quickly interjected, "Nathan, don't fall for her act. She's just looking for an excuse..."<br /> <br /> "This is between me and my husband. It's not your place to interfere," Cynthia retorted, showing her temper in front of Nathan for the first time.<br /> <br /> "You..." Kelly was furious and about to retort.<br /> <br /> However, Nathan had made up his mind at that moment. "I sent the text. I got tied up, sure, but that's no excuse for you cheating!"<br /> <br /> "It seems this is your choice, then." Cynthia's heart turned cold. Despite knowing she was wronged, he still chose to defend that hypocritical woman. She couldn't believe this was the man she loved.<br /> <br /> Nathan didn't show any sign of guilt. "Cynthia, it's you who fooled around with another man. Who else is there to blame?"<br /> <br /> Even though he felt somewhat uncomfortable about what Jessica did, he still firmly sided with her.<br /> <br /> "I was blind to have trusted the wrong person."<br /> <br /> Cynthia closed her eyes, and when she opened them moments later, they were clear and resolved. "Nathan, let's get a divorce."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> "Cynthia, what on earth are you thinking?" Nathan frowned slightly while Kelly's eyes flickered with surprise.<br /> <br /> Cynthia gave a self-mocking smile. "Nathan, I'm not someone who clings to what I can't have. Remember, I'm the one walking away from you, not the other way around."<br /> <br /> With those words, Cynthia felt a sudden clarity in her heart.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, you're the one who messed up, but here you are, playing word games. Are you threatening Nathan?" Kelly said, secretly pleased.<br /> <br /> Cynthia glanced coldly at her. "Kelly, sometimes, you should just stay quiet."<br /> <br /> But Nathan's response caught Cynthia off guard. "I don't agree to the divorce."<br /> <br /> Cynthia let out a bitter laugh. "Isn't this what you've always wanted? Now that I'm stepping aside, you can be with Jessica happily ever after. Why disagree?<br /> <br /> "Or is there something more you're after, something you haven't gotten from me yet?" Cynthia's tone shifted, causing a subtle change in the expressions of the two before her.<br /> <br /> She didn't think herself so self-absorbed to believe Nathan still had feelings for her. Their reactions pretty much confirmed her suspicions.<br /> <br /> "I guess I was right." Cynthia curled up her lips. "So, Nathan, what's it gonna take for you to sign those divorce papers?"<br /> <br /> Nathan's eyes were deep and solemn. At this point, there was nothing left to hide. "Jessica's really sick, Cynthia, and you're the only one who can donate a kidney to save her. That's my only condition. Help her, and you won't regret it, I promise."<br /> <br /> Cynthia was thunderstruck, her voice hoarse with disbelief. "You mean, this whole time...you were just after my kidney?"<br /> <br /> "Jessica is the only one Nathan loves. Why else would he marry you if not to save her?" Kelly sneered, and Nathan's look confirmed that she was right.<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt a chill in her heart. It all made sense now. Nathan had initially balked at his grandfather Mark Richardson's suggestion of marrying Cynthia. He had been adamant about marrying Jessica instead, only to abruptly change his mind when Cynthia was nearly ready to walk away.<br /> <br /> She had hoped that, over time, Nathan might come to love her. But she realized now that from the very start, he had been scheming for her kidney!<br /> <br /> "Cynthia," Nathan said, softening his tone deliberately. "Just help me out this one time, and I promise to keep today's drama under wraps. I'll make it worth your while, enough to start over somewhere far away."<br /> <br /> "In your dreams, Nathan." Cynthia emphasized each word. "Sure, I had feelings for you, but not enough to degrade myself like this."<br /> <br /> "Looks like you choose the hard way." Nathan, never one with a good temper, immediately hardened his stance. "If you refuse to donate a kidney to Jessica, I will absolutely not agree to the divorce."<br /> <br /> Cynthia laughed angrily and retorted, "Fine by me. Do you have any idea how hard I worked to marry you? If you want to grow old with me, then so be it."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia!" Nathan's face soured. He was about to speak when Cynthia ruthlessly cut him off.<br /> <br /> "I just give you one chance, Nathan. Be at the Courthouse entrance at 9 AM sharp tomorrow. If you don't show up..."<br /> <br /> Cynthia smirked coldly. "Then even better. Jessica can forget about marrying into the Richardson family. And I'll make sure to remind you that you'll be a cuckolds for the rest of your life!"<br /> <br /> With that, Cynthia turned and left, not bothering to give Nathan or Kelly a second glance.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, what if she refuses the surgery? What about Jessica?" Kelly, watching Cynthia's retreating figure, feigned urgency.<br /> <br /> Nathan's gaze was deep. "Don't worry. I'll find a way to make her agree."<br /> <br /> As Cynthia stepped out of the hotel, a sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom suddenly pulled up, blocking her path.<br /> <br /> The window rolled down, showing a woman in her forties, still exuding charm, a face often seen on financial news.<br /> <br /> "You're right on time, Mom." Recognizing the woman, Cynthia wasn't surprised at all, her voice and posture shifting to something more dignified.<br /> <br /> "Get in," Heather Brooks said calmly.<br /> <br /> With a deep breath, Cynthia got into the back seat. Throughout the ride, they hardly talked to each other.<br /> <br /> In Litharia, Jenkins Villa stood majestically in the most coveted scenic area, home to the affluent Jenkins family.<br /> <br /> "I've heard the story between you and Nathan. So, have you finally seen Nathan's true colors?"<br /> <br /> In the living room of Jenkins Villa, Heather sipped her coffee, looking at Cynthia indifferently. "It's time for you to come back and take over the family business."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Heather had five children, and aside from her only daughter, Cynthia, the other four sons kept their identities hidden, excelling in their fields but refusing to take over the family business.<br /> <br /> Left with no other option, Heather pinned her hopes on Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Cynthia breathed deeply, only then realizing that she had been under her mother's watchful eye for these past three years.<br /> <br /> It wasn't surprising, though. Since her father's death, the Jenkins family had been fragmented. Heather wasn't truly a Jenkins. Although she had been holding the reins, she was surrounded by those eyeing her position. Eventually, Heather had grown accustomed to keeping everything under her control, leaving no stone unturned.<br /> <br /> "It's not possible right now," Cynthia said somewhat helplessly.<br /> <br /> Heather's eyes narrowed as she spoke firmly. "What, you still have feelings for him?"<br /> <br /> "Of course not," Cynthia couldn't help but laugh dryly. "Mom, I just need some time to divorce him. I promise, after the divorce, I will definitely return to the Jenkins family."<br /> <br /> Cynthia mused, why did she ever waste three years pining for Nathan?<br /> <br /> Getting the response she wanted, Heather nodded in satisfaction. "That's more like a Jenkins girl. Also..."<br /> <br /> "What is it?" Seeing Heather hesitating to speak, Cynthia was curious.<br /> <br /> Heather spoke steadily. "The man you slept with at the hotel, do you recall who he is?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia's expression froze, and she remained silent.<br /> <br /> "I'm thinking about finding this man. If he's decent enough, we could welcome him into the family. The Jenkins can certainly afford to support one more. This would also solidify your position in the family."<br /> <br /> What Heather left unsaid was that if the man was not up to her standard, the consequences were obvious.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was at a loss for words. She didn't even know how to argue with that.<br /> <br /> Back in her room, Cynthia lay on the bed, overwhelmed. What happened today was more thrilling than her life during the past three years combined.<br /> <br /> She absently played with the cufflink in her hand, a lone clue left by the mysterious man from the previous night.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, Cynthia realized something and sat up abruptly. The cufflink was a limited edition, and her brother, the third sir of the Jenkins, Eric Jenkins, also a leading designer, might know its origin.<br /> <br /> Without hesitation, Cynthia called Eric.<br /> <br /> "Thia, you've finally taken your eyes off that idiot, huh? What's up?" Eric's voice was cheerful over the phone.<br /> <br /> Cynthia couldn't help but smile, "Starting today, Nathan and I have nothing to do with each other. We're getting divorced tomorrow."<br /> <br /> At that moment, in the midst of a major international jewelry show, Eric sat up straight. "What? What on earth happened to make the blind girl finally see the light?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia laughed. "Come on, stop kidding. Are you free right now? I could really use your help. Check your messages. I've sent you a picture. Can you figure out where this thing's from?"<br /> <br /> The next morning, outside the Courthouse, Nathan stood with a stern expression. He arrived on time and had been waiting for two hours without a glimpse of Cynthia.<br /> <br /> His calls went unanswered, and just as his patience was running thin, Cynthia finally arrived.<br /> <br /> She was dressed to the nines, radiant and elegant, a stark contrast to her former self. Nathan almost didn't recognize her at first sight.<br /> <br /> "What now? Getting cold feet about the divorce?" Seeing Cynthia slowly making her appearance, Nathan thought she regretted her decision not to divorce and had dressed up like this to win him back, feeling smug.<br /> <br /> "Getting cold feet? Why do I have to?" Cynthia touched her earring. She had intentionally made Nathan wait outside today.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was certain that Nathan wouldn't leave as long as his goal remained unmet, even if it meant waiting there all day.<br /> <br /> Nathan snorted, "As long as you're willing to help Jessica, we can still be friends."<br /> <br /> "What are you thinking? We're getting divorced and you still think we can be friends?" Cynthia scoffed dismissively. "You know what, Nathan? I've changed my mind. Why should I rely on a man who's after my organs? There are plenty of decent men out there, like that guy from the hotel. I'm quite satisfied with him."<br /> <br /> Even if Nathan had once saved her life, the help she had given him secretly over the past three years was more than enough to settle any debt.<br /> <br /> "Shameless!" Nathan didn't expect Cynthia to change her attitude so quickly, grinding his teeth in anger.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was unapologetic. "And what about you? Let's go. I can hardly wait."	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Veteran, Landlord, Pick-Up, and Senior discounts available.<br /> <br /> Note: All Appliances come with Full 90-day Warranty followed by 9 months of 50% off repairs on your appliance(s). 1-year warranty is an additional fee. *Free delivery, install, and haul away within a 15 mile radius of our Colorado Springs shop. Additional fee if its past the 15mile radius.	SHOP_NOW	https://www.abc-appliances.com/Washer-Dryer-Sets-c	111377864531766	ABC Appliances	https://facebook.com/ABetterChoiceAppliances	192	1	2,147,753,812,232,298	2024-05-06 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0	Shop now	ABC Appliances	6594688641617	abc-appliances.com	NONE	image	At ABC Appliances, all of our used appliances are Guaranteed to Work. They each come with a Full 90-Day parts and labor Warranty followed by 9 months of discounted repairs. Our appliances are Fully Tested, Thoroughly Inspected, Professionally Cleaned, and include all the proper hookups. 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