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1,939,235	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1939318}'	Yes	2024-07-26 19:27	active	1177	799190652346804	😍Read the next chapters👉	Chapter 1 "You'll have the test results in about an hour." The nurse's smile was gentle and reassuring as she took the vial of blood from Madeline Sanders. Madeline held a cotton swab to her arm and settled into a chair in the waiting area. She was a bit pale, but her eyes sparkled with hope. She had a hunch she was conceived, and that hospital visit was just to make sure. Three years ago, Trevon Gibson was involved in a terrible car crash that left him comatose, with doctors saying he would never wake up. Lydia Sanders, Trevon's high school sweetheart and Madeline's half-sister, did not waste any time and jetted off abroad for her studies. Somehow, Trevon's grandmother—Edith Gibson—figured that Madeline was Trevon's lucky charm and insisted she marry him. The Gibson family promised to care for Madeline's mother, who was lost in her own world of madness. Madeline felt trapped but agreed to the marriage. Little did everyone know that Madeline was secretly in love with Trevon for years. To everyone's surprise, Trevon woke up after the wedding. However, Madeline's joy was short-lived. Trevon's first words to her were icy and calculated. "Out of respect for my grandmother, I'll take you as Mrs. Gibson for three years. When Lydia returns in three years, I will marry her." Madeline had braced herself to play along with that deal, ready to step aside when the time came. However, life threw a curveball a month and a half ago. Trevon stumbled home after drowning his sorrows in wine that day, and Madeline single-handedly managed to drag him inside. Supporting a drunken Trevon was like moving a boulder—each step a battle of strength. Madeline and Trevon could no longer keep themselves upright and crumpled to the floor just inside the front door. Their lips brushed together in the fall, an accidental kiss that sent Madeline's heart racing. Trevon was a notorious germaphobe, avoiding physical contact like the plague. However, that unexpected kiss seemed to unlock something in him, and he leaned in for another. Madeline was caught off guard, but she did not resist. Later, in the quiet aftermath, Madeline could not bear to stay in the bed they shared. She tiptoed around the sleeping Trevon, erasing any trace of what had happened between them. The hospital was a hive of activity, but Madeline felt alone in the crowd. With trembling hands, she opened the lab results. 'Early stage of conceive. Recommend a follow-up ultrasound.' Joy flickered across her face, quickly hidden behind her hand to muffle her giggles. Regardless of the state of her marriage, that baby was a precious gift. She was eager to tell Trevon, her fingers hovering over her phone. However, she hesitated. Trevon's germaphobia was not just about objects—it extended to people. She had seen him scrub his hands raw after a mere handshake. However, wine had loosened his inhibitions that one night. Would he believe the baby was his? Doubt clouded Madeline's mind, bringing a headache and a wave of nausea. She was jostled as a group of doctors in white coats rushed by, nearly sending her phone flying. "Emergency! Please step aside," a nurse said, flashing Madeline a quick, apologetic smile before dashing off. Madeline took a deep breath, watching the commotion unfold. Her gaze drifted to the emergency room doors without much thought. However, in a heartbeat, her eyes widened in shock. Trevon was there, shielding Lydia as they stepped down from the ambulance. He guided her gently onto a stretcher and, with a team around them, made a beeline for the VIP suite. A chilling shiver sliced through Madeline, her knees buckling as she clung to the nearby railing for support. Lydia was back. In the hospital room, the doctor briefed Trevon. "It seems like a mild concussion, but we'll need the test results to be sure." Trevon's expression was serious. "Speed it up. Use the VIP route." Lydia, stretched out on the gurney, smiled weakly at Trevon. "You're always so kind to me." Lydia pouted as she continued, "I wasn't paying attention. Who would've thought a bike bump could lead to a concussion? In Ameristan, people usually slow down on their own." Trevon gave her a fleeting, detached look. A flicker of worry crossed Lydia's face. "Trevon, with Skylandia's tight deadlines, isn't my accident going to set us back a lot?" Skylandia was the latest venture from Trevon's gaming empire, Xystos Tech, and Lydia had returned to lead the art on it. "I won't stay here. I have to get back to work," she declared, attempting to get out of bed. Trevon was quick to intervene, his hand on her shoulder easing her back down. "Don't be childish." As the tender scene unfolded, Madeline watched them outside the VIP room with gritted teeth. Trevon was notorious for his meticulous ways, but he did have a soft spot. He was not always distant. He just saved all his warmth for Lydia. Madeline felt a wave of emotion as she teared up. She touched her nose and fought the tears. Without really knowing why, she found herself pulling out her phone and calling Trevon. In the sterile silence of the hospital room, Trevon's face froze for a moment as he checked his phone, then casually handed it off to his assistant, Simon Taylors. "Tell her I'm tied up in a meeting." Madeline's heart clenched as Trevon's annoyed expression flickered across his face. Simon, moving to the side, answered Madeline's call softly. "Hello, Mrs. Gibson. Mr. Gibson is busy in a meeting. Is there something you need?" Madeline's lips twitched with a defeated smile. "No, it's nothing. I just hit the wrong button." Simon frowned. "Mr. Gibson's schedule is packed. Please be more careful in the future, Mrs. Gibson." The future? Was there even a future to speak of? Lydia, overhearing Simon, gave Trevon a subtle glance. She casually showed off the pink Hello Kitty bandage on her hand. Trevon's eyes snapped to it, his voice laced with a hint of longing. "You still haven't kicked that old habit, I see." Lydia forced a smile. "Well, you know I've always been fond of Hello Kitty." Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to soften. Madeline could not stand it any longer. Clutching her phone, she turned around and left. She thought one night could change things, but it was just wishful thinking. Despite the autumn season, Redenbaugh City was sweltering, and the hospital's air conditioning was cranked up, sending chills down her spine. She felt light-headed, as if she were floating on air. Suddenly, a little boy darted into her path, bumping into her. Madeline's face went pale as she caught the little boy, but in doing so, she lost her footing and tumbled to the ground. The fall sent a chill up her spine, and she held her belly, too afraid to move. The boy, however, started wailing, drawing curious glances from passersby. His mother rushed over and gave him a quick once-over. When she found him unscathed, she pulled him into a tight embrace before turning to Madeline with fury. "Can't you watch where you're going? You ran into my baby! How will you make this right?" Madeline, her mind on the baby she was carrying, bit back her pain and chose not to retaliate. Instead, she made her way to the maternity ward upstairs. The mother was not having it, yanking on Madeline's arm. "You think you can just hit someone and leave?" Madeline, nearly tripping over, turned slightly and offered calmly, "Should we review the security footage?" The woman, clutching her son, stormed off. Madeline felt her vision darken as she clutched her chest. She leaned against the railing, immobilized. In the VIP ward, Lydia gazed at Trevon longingly and leaned in for a kiss. Trevon, who was aloof, felt a wave of nausea as she got close. His vision blurred, and his chest tightened. He flinched and shoved Lydia away. Chapter 2 "Here's the divorce agreement. Take a look." Trevon, fresh from the hospital, confronted Madeline with a request for divorce. The image of Lydia's hurt look lingered in his mind, leaving him with a sense of resignation. His rejection was not just about his aversion to germs. It was also the sudden sickness and weakness that overtook him. He dismissed it as a one-off, which was not worth worrying about. However, faced with Madeline, the discomfort was undeniable. Madeline, still reeling from her hospital visit, was blindsided by the divorce papers laid out before her. It took a moment for her to find her voice, and when she did, it quivered. "Do we really have to end this?" "Yes." Madeline's grip tightened, and the question she could not suppress spilled out. "Is it because Lydia's back?" Trevon loosened his tie, his face turning to stone. "Didn't I make myself clear three years ago?" He had, and she had accepted it. However… "If... Just if..." Madeline hesitated, biting her lip. Trevon was impatient. "Madeline, you can't always want more." She looked up sharply, disbelief etched on her face. Did he think she was haggling over the divorce terms? With several deliberate taps on the table, Trevon continued, "Indeed, you've done everything required of being a wife these past three years. There's a modest place near Johnsrud. It's yours now. That's the best I can do. Don't make me lose respect for you." Madeline's response was trapped in her throat as she smiled bitterly. Three years of marriage, and her reward was a house. Should she be thankful? He was determined to get the divorce over with, by any means necessary. There was no need to mention the baby. It would only complicate how he saw her. She did not need a man whose heart belonged to another. Madeline felt nauseous, feeling like she needed to purge immediately. She crouched down to clutch the bin and gagged, but nothing came up. Trevon watched, his brow furrowed in disbelief. Why did her sickness stir something in him? Was it a mere coincidence? Seeing her ashen face, it was clear she was unwell. Trevor gave Madeline a questioning look. "Are you sick? When did it start? What's wrong?" Madeline felt the urge to throw up but could not, which only intensified her discomfort. Clinging to the trash can seemed like the only thing she could do. At the sound of his question, her fingers tensed uncontrollably. She forced a casual response. "Maybe it's just a cold. No big deal." "Answer me!" His voice turned sharp, sending a jolt through Madeline, and she murmured almost without thinking. "This afternoon, when you were… I'm just feeling a bit of chest tightness, weak limbs, and a touch of nausea. Typical cold symptoms." She did not bring up the hospital visit, quickly labeling it a cold to avoid any wild guesses. The timing and the symptoms lined up perfectly. 'So, it's because we caught a cold at the same time?' Trevon wondered. Madeline finally let go of her resistance. She deliberately avoided the divorce papers on the table and fetched the sour orange she had bought earlier from the fridge. Her mouth was unbearably uncomfortable, and she craved the relief of something sour. After all, she would need some strength in her hand to sign those papers. The moment she took out the sour orange, its tangy scent filled the room. Catching a glimpse of Trevon standing to the side, watching her with a frown, she hesitated before offering, "Want one?" Trevon looked away, clearly uninterested. Madeline chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry, it slipped my mind. You're not into sour stuff." However, as she sliced into the vibrant sour orange and its juicy interior burst with a potent tangy aroma, Trevon seemed unable to look away. Madeline was about to take a bite when she noticed Trevon approaching. His towering presence felt like a wall closing in, making the kitchen feel smaller by the second. Instinctively, Madeline stepped back. "If you don't like it, then I'll just..." Before she could finish, Trevon was at the sink, lathering up with soap, washing his hands with deliberate care three times before reaching for a piece of the sour orange. He scrunched his forehead, eyeing the orange for a long moment before popping it into his mouth. Madeline's jaw dropped in astonishment. However, Trevon did not spit it out. He chewed thoughtfully and swallowed before looking at her seriously. "Next time, make sure the knife's washed three times, okay?" The urge to bite into that tangy orange slice was irresistible. Sure enough, the sour kick seemed to soothe his queasy stomach. It was not just some bug. His nausea had kicked in right after Madeline's, as if he was only sick because she was. What was up with that? Trevon made a mental note to get to the bottom of it. Madeline gave a simple "Oh" in response. They finished the orange together, a moment of closeness they had not felt in three years. After washing her hands, Madeline looked up at Trevon. Sharing that sour fruit seemed to have bridged the gap between them, if only a little. However, their journey together was nearing its end. She murmured, "I'll sign the divorce papers." It was like cashing out after three years. A million and five hundred thousand, and a house to her name. She was coming out ahead. When she was about to sign, Trevon snatched the papers away. "We'll add another house to the deal. Wait for the lawyer's final draft." Madeline nodded, still in a daze. Suddenly, Trevon's phone buzzed and Lydia's whiny voice came through as he picked up the call. "Trevon, when are you coming? I'm bored." Madeline gripped her pen so hard her thumb whitened, nearly snapping it. Trevon ended the call, grabbed his jacket, and headed for the door. Madeline stepped forward, her voice tinged with concern. "How am I supposed to explain this to Grandma?" "We'll talk when I'm back," Trevon replied before the door slammed shut behind him. The house, once filled with life, echoed with emptiness. Madeline chuckled at herself, shook off the silence, and went to the kitchen to whip up some noodles. After all, she had to think about the little one growing inside her. A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Expecting Trevon, who might have forgotten something, she swung the door open only to be greeted by unwelcome faces. Madeline's warmth vanished. "What are you two doing here?" Cilix Sanders, her father, smiled and said, "You weren't picking up, so your mom and I thought we'd drop by." Her phone did show a string of missed calls. Ignoring their calls was nothing new, but their sudden visit was unexpected. "My mom's lost her mind, locked up in Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital. Did you forget to visit her, or did you forget she's there?" Skylar Lowe, Madeline's stepmother, stood beside Cilix in her flawless outfit. She looked nothing like someone who had toiled in the fields. However, her sharp and calculative eyes matched her biting tone. "Such disrespect! Where are your manners?" Madeline was furious. If she truly lacked manners, Skylar would have been long gone. It was Skylar's appearance, after all, that had tipped her mother over the edge. However, Madeline had been biding her time, collecting proof. They would all pay, eventually. Pushing down the bile, she asked coolly, "So, what brings you here?" "Let's talk inside," was all they said. Once they were in, Madeline poured water into two glasses, her hands steady as stone. Madeline's calm and compliant facade only fueled Skylar's ego. With an arrogant head tilt, she announced, "Your sister's back in town. It's time you end things with Trevon and give up your title as Mrs. Gibson to her!" Madeline fought the impulse to douse Skylar with water as she gripped the kettle firmly. "Give it up? I'm not following you." Madeline's gaze shifted to Cilix. "You told me when Trevon was in that coma, the company was strapped for cash. Marrying Trevon was the only way to afford my mom's medical bills. I married into the Gibson family for the sake of the Sanders family. How did Lydia end up taking my place as the daughter-in-law of the Gibson family?" Chapter 3 "I was looking out for the Sanders family too," Cilix said as he sipped his water. "The Sanders-Gibson family alliance is crucial. Three years by Trevon's side, and what? No kids, no hold on his heart, no benefits for the Sanders family. Now that Lydia's back, along with her bond with Trevon, these issues will vanish. I can even afford better care for your mother." Cilix's duplicity struck Madeline once more. Madeline countered, "Did you forget why Lydia left the country? Or do you think the Gibsons have forgotten too?" "That's why we're asking you to initiate the divorce with Trevon," Cilix replied. Madeline saw right through their plot. She would step aside, letting Lydia take the lead, and the Sanders family would reap all the rewards. After a tense silence, Madeline broke the ice. "I'm willing to divorce Trevon, but on one condition. I want my mom's shares—the ones she's entitled to." Cilix instantly became furious. Once upon a time, the Sanders family was a picture of unity. Cilix, who came from nothing, married Bella Ziegler—Madeline's mother—and quickly turned his fortune around with a garment factory. However, Bella paid a steep price, severing ties with her own family. It was not until Skylar—previously 'Jolene', with her kids in tow—showed up that Bella realized the magnitude of her mistake. She battled depression for years, and the strain of the revelation only deepened her illness. That was when Cilix dropped the divorce bomb. He played the bankruptcy card during the split, claiming all assets were tied up. Bella was left with scraps. However, once the divorce papers were signed, Cilix's business miraculously bounced back. Ever the opportunist, Cilix kept footing Bella's medical bills, basking in the glow of his newfound reputation. Madeline only pieced it all together as she grew up—her mother had been played. She had been nursing a plan to set things right ever since. The meeting ended with frosty treatment all around. Madeline shut the door behind them, collapsed onto the couch, and lost herself in the darkness outside the window. … Dawn's light crept into the room. Madeline shielded her eyes and took a moment to adjust before getting up reluctantly. Nausea washed over her in an unforgiving wave. Trevon had not come home all night. Madeline's emotions were a mess—resignation laced with a hint of disappointment. However, above all, there was relief. It was as if her decision to let go the day before had freed her from hope. Madeline sank back into the pillows. The click of the electronic lock signaled an arrival at the door. Madeline glanced up, and there was Lydia, swathed in designer elegance, striding in with a smile that could light up the room. "Madeline, it's been ages." Rising slowly, Madeline perched on the edge of the couch, her eyes a storm of loathing. "Who said you could come in? Leave!" Lydia's smile only grew. "Trevon sent me, of course. He spent last night at the hospital with me, then dashed off to work at dawn. He asked me to pick up a suit for him." A shadow crossed Madeline's face. So, Trevon was with Lydia last night. She had waited like a fool on that couch all night long, clinging to his promise. 'We'll talk when I get back.' "You're just like your mother, always the homewrecker," Madeline spat. Lydia's laughter rang out. "Who's the real homewrecker? It's the unloved one. Even the lock's code is my birthday. Trevon's heart is still with me. Madeline, you've been using my birthday to open this door for the past three years. That must sting, doesn't it?" Madeline's eyes flickered, her grip tightening on the blanket. She inhaled sharply before smiling mockingly. "Is technology that archaic where you come from? We've moved on to facial recognition, or fingerprints at the very least. Key codes are a thing of the past." Lydia's smile faltered, her composure slipping for a split second. "Outdated or not, Trevon's word is law." Madeline could not be bothered with petty squabble. Her nausea was getting worse. She gestured toward Trevon's bedroom. "His stuff's in there. Help yourself." With a smug grin, Lydia disappeared into the room and emerged moments later, a bundle of clothes in her arms. Before she took off, she sauntered over to Madeline, flashed her hand, and there it was—a dazzling diamond ring. There was also that cutesy pink bandage on her finger. "My mom says you're dragging your feet on the divorce—kinda funny, don't you think? Trevon's put a ring on it, so why embarrass yourself? Time to get a clue." She leaned in, whispering to Madeline, "Face it, you've never been able to outdo me in anything since we were kids." Old memories came rushing back. Her favorite things, her mentors, her dad, her very home—Lydia had snatched them all away with just a few words. Madeline squinted and swiftly yanked the bandage off Lydia's hand. "You've always been into taking my stuff, huh?" She eyed Lydia's pristine hand and tossed the bandage into the bin with a look of disgust. "Bandages are disposable. Get a new one, and it's as good as ever. However, you know what's really scary about a guy who's been down the aisle twice?" Madeline rose to her feet, locking eyes with Lydia as she smiled slyly. "It's the lingering lessons from his ex. His style, habits, tastes, thoughts—they're all tinged with the ghost of the woman before you. Chew on that. Good luck." "Madeline!" Ignoring her, Madeline grabbed a bag of clothes and thrust it into Lydia's arms. "So long, no need for goodbyes!" Behind the wheel on her way to work, Lydia smacked the steering wheel, Madeline's parting shot replaying in her head. The phone buzzed. Lydia answered with a huff. "What's up with the wake-up call?" Wren Naylor, Lydia's assistant, hesitated before speaking up with caution. "Ms. Sanders, the planning team wants to add an illustrator to the project. They've already picked someone out." "They've what now? Since when does planning get to call the shots on art hires? They really need to stay in their lane." Wren stayed quiet. Lydia bit back her frustration. "Alright, I'm heading to the office soon. I'll sort it out with them." Instead of going to her department when she arrived at the office, Lydia went to the top floor to drop off some clothes for Trevon. Trevon accepted the clothes, but his brow creased in confusion. Lydia felt a twinge of worry. "Something wrong with the clothes?" They were definitely not his usual brand. Madeline would not slip up like that. "Madeline wasn't there when you picked these up?" Realizing the brand mismatch, Lydia understood her mistake. Madeline's earlier words echoed in her head. Lydia bit her lip, looking hurt. "Madeline just handed me these and shooed me out when I arrived. You know she's never been fond of me." She sighed resignedly and continued, "Typical Madeline, knowing you're in a rush and still acting petty with me. Should I run to the store and grab you a new set?" Trevon cut her off. "Don't bother. You've got work to do." Lydia clammed up, stepping back into silence. Trevon let out a quiet sigh. "Don't sweat it. It's not your fault. Clothes are the least of our worries. We've got the Skylandia project to focus on." In just a week, Skylandia would unveil its magical realms to eager eyes, with artistry at its heart. Lydia, fresh from her hiatus, was steering that ship—the crown jewel of the year for Xystos Tech. She knew the drill, but duty called, and she stepped out with a promise to return for lunch. Madeline, alone then, rinsed a handful of cherry tomatoes, trying to quell the unease bubbling inside her. She scrolled through her phone, the barrage of prenatal check-ups looming large and daunting. Midway through her meticulous note-taking, the doorbell chimed. She opened the door to find Simon pulling a long face. Chapter 4 "Mr. Gibson sent me some clothes." Madeline raised an eyebrow. "Again?" Simon's eyes flickered with annoyance as he asked, "Why'd you send Mrs. Yagle's clothes?" Simon referred to Trevon's mom, Riley Yagle—a woman whose kindness was only matched by her absentmindedness. Madeline recalled the ill-fitting, off-brand clothes that Trevon probably ditched without a second thought. "Mr. Gibson says, 'Don't get snippy and hold things up,'" Simon relayed with a hint of sternness. Madeline could not help but chuckle, amused by his blind trust. "Lydia told Trevon I picked out the clothes?" Did Trevon need to believe everything Lydia said? Simon rushed her along. Madeline handed him a fresh set of clothes, but her grip lingered as she responded steadily. "Simon, you've been Trevon's right-hand man for what, three, four years now? Do you realize why you're still at the bottom rung, just an assistant? You're good at sizing people up by their titles, but that's not really a skill an assistant needs. Why don't you take a page from Mr. Harris's book?" Trevon did have a star assistant—Daniel Harris—who was so capable that he was sent overseas to handle big deals. That was when Simon got the call to step in. Simon's face went through a mixture of pale and flushed as he absorbed her criticism. Madeline, who was usually quiet, had just thrown shade in his face. He bit back his retort, finally huffing in annoyance and storming off. Madeline let out a soft laugh, brushing off the encounter. With visiting hours ticking closer, Madeline headed to Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital to see Bella. It was more of a wellness retreat than a hospital, nestled right next to Redenbaugh City's fanciest private clinic. Getting in was not easy, but thanks to the Gibson family pulling strings, Bella got a spot. Madeline wheeled her mom out into the courtyard, catching her up on the week's gossip and happenings. Bella was her usual self—unresponsive and staring off into space. Madeline sighed and took her mom's hand, resting it gently on her belly. "Mom, right here, there's a little one on the way. Even with Trevon talking about divorce, I'm keeping this baby. You've got to come back to us. Who will help me with this little one if you don't?" She nestled against Bella's legs, craving the comfort of her mother's presence. Unseen by Madeline, Bella's eyes flickered—a brief, almost missed flutter. "Madeline?" A voice, laced with surprise, called out for her. Madeline looked up to see a man in a lab coat looking her way. The sun was blinding, and Madeline squinted without recognizing the figure before her. There was something oddly familiar about the silhouette. It was not until he was close that she could see it was Caleb Jabs, her old college friend. With a warm smile, Caleb teased, "Madeline, can't you recognize an old friend after just three years?" He opened his arms for a hug, like nothing had changed. Madeline hesitated, then offered a hand for a handshake instead. Caleb's smile faltered, then returned. "Right, we're not on campus anymore." He shook her hand before releasing it, stealing a glance at the wedding ring on her finger. Through their chat, Madeline learned that he had just returned from overseas and that his uncle was running the local private hospital. Caleb nodded toward Bella with a slight smile. "And who is this?" Madeline's smile vanished. "My mom. She's been like this since she had a breakdown three years ago." A breakdown? It looked serious, as if she had lost all touch with the world. What could have caused it? Caleb pushed down his questions, his heart aching for Madeline. "These past three years must've been tough on you." Madeline seemed more grounded than in her college days, but her eyes were shadowed with concern. Madeline shook her head. "It's time for us to head back." She was not one to bare her soul to just anyone. As she rose to leave, she wobbled slightly. Caleb reached out to steady her. "You're looking a bit pale. Maybe you should get checked out." Madeline steadied herself and took a step back. "It's just low blood sugar. I'm fine." Caleb watched Madeline sidestep with a calm smile, not the least bit ruffled. "Back in college, you were always dealing with low blood sugar. Still battling that, huh? Skipped breakfast today?" He was already taking the wheelchair's handles as he spoke, and Madeline allowed it. They got Bella settled and swapped numbers. Then, Caleb pressed a chocolate bar into her hand. "For your sugar levels, have a bite." Madeline's laughter bubbled up. "Caleb, you still keep chocolate on you after all this time?" "Just a habit," he said with a chuckle. That little piece of chocolate seemed to bridge the gap that had grown between them. "How about lunch? It's already noon." Madeline bit her lip, uncertain. However, Caleb was already tugging her along. "There's this great little place I know nearby. You'll love it." Trevon managed to swing by the hospital after his meeting wrapped up. The doctors gave him a clean bill of health. They suggested bringing Madeline in, thinking she might be the key to why he felt off. He left the hospital with that thought, only to see Madeline and Caleb, all smiles, heading into a cozy diner. Madeline's smile was something new, something he had never seen, and it stopped him in his tracks. He took a moment before climbing into his car. From the driver's seat, Simon caught Trevon in the mirror. "Mr. Gibson, wasn't that Mrs. Gibson? Should we pick her up?" Trevon watched them disappear into the diner, a place he would never dream of entering. "No, let's not," he murmured. Simon arched an eyebrow, shot a look of faint scorn at the diner, and sped off. Trevon was reclining in the back seat, eyes closed, soaking in a moment of peace. A few minutes in, a wave of relief washed over him, leaving him feeling surprisingly refreshed. It took him a moment to realize that he was embodying Madeline's happiness. What could possibly be so special about that little shop to make her that cheerful? However, that sour beef and cabbage soup with noodles they served was exceptional—tangy and invigorating. It had been days since Madeline had enjoyed a meal so thoroughly. She even decided to get an extra serving to go. Caleb chuckled. "Noodles never taste as good reheated. Wait, didn't you love spicy food? What's with the switch?" Madeline smiled. "I haven't really switched. This is just that good." She was known for her love of spicy dishes, and even Trevon, the health nut, had found his tastes swayed by her. It was hard to argue with Madeline's culinary magic. Her cooking was irresistible to most. Back home, Madeline had barely set down her takeout when her phone rang. It was Yeneth Collins, her best friend. "Madeline, I've got some good and bad news." Feeling a bit worn out, Madeline sank into the couch. "Go on." "The good news is that you've been chosen to draw the new character for Skylandia. They've sent the contract over to you already." A spark of excitement flickered across Madeline's face as she reached for her laptop to check her email. "And the bad news?" Yeneth sighed heavily. "Lydia is the new art director for Skylandia. She just got the job today. I wouldn't have pushed you to take this gig if I'd known." Since marrying Trevon right after college, Madeline had not returned to the workforce, finding solace and passion in her art. Her style was distinctive, not exactly mainstream, with a focus on creating captivating illustrations. When Yeneth got involved with Skylandia, she thought Madeline's artwork was a perfect fit and put her name forward. Madeline smiled. "No way. The contract's terms are decent. Can't miss an opportunity of making money just because of her." She was always hustling for cash, especially with Bella's medical bills piling up. It meant biting her tongue whenever the Sanders family got tight-fisted. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" "Totally. I freelance under the name 'Lily Mora'. Who will connect the dots?" Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a door swinging open as Trevon walked in. Chapter 5 Madeline's instinct was to snap her laptop shut. "Give me a second." She quickly ended the call and turned to face Trevon. "What's got you home at this hour?" Trevon eyed her hurried movements and washed his hands before replying, "Just needed to pick something up." Madeline responded with a noncommittal hum. His gaze landed on a nearby takeaway box. It was the sour beef and cabbage soup with noodles. It looked just like the one she had had for lunch. Was it really that tasty? A jolt of panic hit Madeline, and she blurted out, "It's for Yeneth, not me." Back when they were newlyweds, Madeline had grabbed some street sausages, and Trevon had gone into a tailspin, bombarding her with articles about the filth of street vendors and the dangers of eating out. Since then, she had avoided eating street food around him. However, she had slipped up and forgotten to stash the evidence. Trevon's chuckle was detached as his eyes drifted to a notebook on the table. Madeline's heart was pounding, and she pushed aside the wave of nausea to dash toward the notebook—her secret journal of conceive appointments. The last thing she wanted was for Trevon to find out she was expecting. However, Trevon was quicker. He stretched out his arm and lifted the notebook from Madeline's reach. Without regard for her protests, he calmly flipped it open. The 'Prenatal Appointment Schedule' header stared back at him. He raised an eyebrow, his cool gaze landing on Madeline. Madeline felt her heart jump into her throat. "Is this for Yeneth, too?" Trevon asked. "Huh?" Caught off guard, Madeline quickly nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Yeneth's getting married, thinking about having kids, so I was helping her research." Trevon's suspicion did not wane. "So, why the panic?" Madeline's forehead creased. She let go of the notebook and looked away. "I didn't want you to think I was up to something." Madeline's beauty was marred by her recent illness. Her pale face was then tinged with the flush of sickness, making her look even more vulnerable. Trevon felt a twinge in his chest, and his annoyance grew. Her cold was messing with his work. He tossed the notebook back to Madeline. "I don't have time for this. You should be resting, not running around. If you show up to a divorce proceeding looking like this, people will think I'm the bad guy." Madeline silently clutched the notebook with her head bowed. … At the steakhouse, Lydia stared at her barely touched steak, her mood souring by the minute. When she heard Trevon returned to the Angelic Garden Residence, her annoyance turned to outright anger. "Madeline, that witch!" She whipped out her phone and dialed Skylar's number. Madeline had just reviewed the casting call from Skylandia, wrapped up her draft, and was stretching after a long day when Skylar's call came through. "Get over here tonight. If you don't show up, I'm tossing your mom's stuff." The line went dead. Madeline thought she had taken care of all Bella's things, so what could possibly be left at the Sanders' place? She could not risk it, so she hailed a cab and headed over. The Sanders' mansion was ablaze with lights, screaming new money from every gilded corner. Madeline stood at the entrance, taking in the garish display, and figured Skylar was behind it. Skylar greeted her with a grin, tugging her inside. "I just knew you'd come." Madeline jerked her hand away. "Cut the act, Skylar. There's no one else here. I did what you asked, so where's my mom's stuff?" Chapter 6 Before Skylar could answer, a sharp snap echoed from the side. "Madeline, watch how you talk to my mom!" It was Yale Sanders, Lydia's little brother. With his shoulder-length purple hair and arms sleeved in tattoos, he looked every bit the wannabe gangster. He had been coddled by Skylar all his life, and with the Sanders' wealth, he had gathered a gang of street toughs to back him up. Madeline did not expect him to be there but gave him a cool look and brushed him off. Just then, Cilix descended the stairs, his voice cutting through the air. "Yale!" Yale sulked, his lips puckered as he flopped onto the sofa, clearly annoyed. Cilix motioned for Madeline to take a seat at the dining table. "It's not every day we get your sister back home. I figured a family dinner was in order. Have a seat, will you? I had Mom whip up your favorite fish tacos." Skylar quickly dished some out for her. The oily sheen and the subtle fishy scent made Madeline wrinkle her nose and push the plate away. "I caught a cold and lost my appetite. I'm just here to grab a few things, and I'll be out." Cilix squinted, and Skylar, unable to contain herself, plopped down next to Madeline. "When are you planning on divorcing Trevon, huh? Your dad and I have already scoped out a new guy for you. He's ready to tie the knot and won't wait forever." A resigned feeling washed over Madeline. With a mocking smile, she murmured, "Really? Who's this wonderful match?" Skylar perked up and replied, "He's from a solid family. One of your dad's business partners. The guy owns a string of factories. Marry him, and you'll be the boss. They wouldn't even look twice at a divorcee if it wasn't for your dad's connections." She made it sound like a fairy tale. Madeline cut to the chase. "The owner of these factories? How old?" Skylar hesitated, then chuckled. "Not too old. He's just a bit over forty and in the prime of his life. It'll be your second marriage, so you can't afford to be choosy. Plus, they've promised to cut your dad a deal if you marry in. Consider it a tribute to your mom." Three years had passed, and Madeline's disdain for her family's ways was as strong as ever. She glared at Cilix. "Over forty? You're okay with this, being not much older yourself?" Cilix looked pained as he spoke, "Skylar's just trying to do what's best for you. Remarrying and bringing your mom into the mix, finding someone okay with that wasn't easy. Skylar really went out of her way for you." Skylar nodded earnestly. It had indeed been a challenge. Madeline needed to be married off and kept far away to avoid causing Lydia any more headaches. "Don't worry, the guy doesn't have kids. Everything in the future will be yours and your children's. It's a real stroke of luck." Madeline suddenly chimed in, "It's true. These kinds of terms are hard to come by. You've really outdone yourself, but…" Breaking from her usual composure, Madeline locked eyes with Cilix. "I was clear yesterday. I just want what my mom is entitled to—her shares. Those shares are peanuts compared to being Mrs. Gibson of the Gibson family." Cilix remained expressionless, but his eyes were calculative. "Your mom's shares?" Thinking she had swayed Cilix, Skylar piped up in a shrill tone. "What shares does her mother have? The Sanders family fortune is all thanks to me and Cilix. It's got nothing to do with your loony mom." Madeline's glare whipped towards Skylar, sharp enough to shut her up. "Apologize." "Why should I? Your mom's the crazy one." Without warning, a cup of scalding water splashed across Skylar's face, and she let out a scream. However, before Madeline could react, she was yanked back forcefully. A second later, she was punched in the face. "You owe her an apology!" Chapter 7 Each word Yale spat was accompanied by a punch landing on Madeline. Madeline shielded herself with her purse, narrowly avoiding a serious injury. Blinded by anger, she had not thought things through, never imagining Yale would actually hit her. Conceived had left her weak, and she could only dodge Yale's vicious blows in a clumsy dance of desperation. The Sanders family seemed petrified by the spectacle, each too scared to even twitch. Cilix wanted to speak, but Skylar cut him off. "What's Yale got, a little muscle? Let her take a hit. It might teach her to listen." Cilix's face darkened as he sat back down. She had written her dad off long ago, but the sting of disappointment was as sharp as ever. As Yale moved in again, Madeline knew she was on her own. With a swift kick, she toppled a chair and snatched a fruit knife from the table, aiming it straight at him. "One more step, and I swear I'll stab you!" Yale, thrown off by the chair, nearly slipped. He wiped his mouth and sneered. "You think you've got the guts?" Knife in hand, Madeline's face was ghostly, but her eyes blazed with defiance, "Try me. I'm still Mrs. Gibson of the Gibson family. If I take you down, they'll make sure it never sees the light of day." Her gaze flicked to Cilix. "You think our dad's got the spine to cross the Gibsons for you?" Yale did not budge. Skylar stepped forward with a nervous chuckle. "Come on, we're family. Knives? Really? Madeline, put it down." Madeline looked at Skylar icily and aimed the knife at her. "Stay back." Skylar froze, then looked pleadingly at Cilix. Cilix broke the silence. "Madeline, what's going on?" Madeline stood there with a cold expression, ignoring the blood that had started to drip from the corner of her mouth. She bit her lip, refusing to say a word. The recent scuffle had taken a toll on her, leaving her with a heavy feeling in her chest. She was afraid she would throw up if she opened her mouth. However, she was determined not to let them see her weakness. Amid the tense moment, the nanny burst in with unexpected joy. "Mr. Gibson and Ms. Sanders have arrived!" The pair entered the room. Trevon's face was a mask of seriousness, his lips pressed into a thin line. Lydia, catching sight of the knife in Madeline's grip, let out a sharp cry. "Madeline! Why are you holding a knife? What are you planning to do?" Cilix rose swiftly to welcome Trevon. "Mr. Gibson, please come in. Let's sit and talk. Madeline, put that knife down now." With a glance at Trevon, Madeline reluctantly set the knife aside. Skylar exhaled in relief and grumbled, "This is all Madeline's doing, causing a scene for no reason. Since when do we bring knives into family disputes?" Madeline inhaled deeply, pushing down the wave of nausea, and retorted with a frosty laugh. "So, now it's all my fault, just like that? I'm trying to do the right thing here, and I'm still the one to blame?" "Is this enough for you?" Trevon's voice, frosty and laced with anger, cut through the room. He had been feeling sick to his stomach the whole way there. That sensation had become all too familiar in the last couple of days, and he did not need to guess—it was Madeline's doing again. He had warned her just at lunchtime to take it easy, but what did she do? She ran off to her family's home to pick a fight, knife in hand. She might not be bothered by it, but he was fed up. The room fell silent. Madeline looked at him in disbelief. Was he really going to blame her without even asking why? Trevon had no interest in dragging out the conversation. He grabbed Madeline's hand and led her away with urgency. Madeline stumbled as he pulled her along, a sharp pain throbbing in her heart. Lydia tried to keep up, her voice tinged with concern. "Trevon, you haven't eaten yet." He barely paused, his voice dismissive. "Some other time." With that, he ushered Madeline into the car and shut the door behind her.	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1,938,591	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1938545}'	No	2024-07-26 19:18	active	1175	497008146162478	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	I left only to find out I was pregnant with Ink's child a month later. 18 with no home, no family and totally out of options.<br /> Five years later, I came back to be a stripper at Ink's club. I would never forget his eyes which was the same as my daughter...<br /> I closed in on my car. Shoving the key in the door. Twisting it as fast as I could. I yanked the door.<br /> "Why do you have a booster seat in your car? It is for a baby, isn't it?" He said suddenly. <br /> Panic raced through me but I didn't make eye contact. I felt the blood drain from my face.<br /> "I...I..."<br /> ————————<br /> INK POV<br /> The curtain lifted as the dancer walked around the pole to the beat. A black sheer halterneck covered her chest with a small hood barely containing the raven black hair she had her firm hip barely contained by the strappy ripped shortys. Warm but naturally tanned skin covered her whole body with glitter making her shimmer under the spotlight.<br /> I instantly got hard. Straining against my jeans zipper.<br /> Sage quickly rushed behind the bar, her heels clicking against the flooring like a galloping horse.<br /> "Ink" she said anxiously but I couldn't take my eyes off the dancer.<br /> As the song got stronger the dancer climbed the pole with easy. Simple attractive with all eyes in the club on her.<br /> "Ink!" Sage repeated.<br /> As the dancer turned to face my way she made direct eye contact.<br /> Those ice blue eyes I'd remember anywhere.<br /> A moment of panic flashed in her eyes before smirk crossed her lips. I felt like a cold hand slapped me across the face.<br /> "Angel" I whispered as she turned doing another spin before body rolling against the pole. Grinding against the pole teasing the front row.<br /> She's back.<br /> She looked the same but totally different. 5 years had changed her.<br /> Her body had gained more curvy in all the right places but she was fit.<br /> Her toned flat tummy had a small piercing which caught the light. Her hips wide enough to want to grip onto as I imagined drived into her right on the stage. Her legs seeming to go on for days as she strut around in the 8 inch pleasers.<br /> I groaned as my manhood strained again my pants.<br /> "Ink, it's.." Sage leaned in, she was clearly trying to warn me but it was far to late for that.<br /> "I know."<br /> "Dont screw it up." She replied looking at me with knowing eyes. Looking back up to Angel on stage as she glided around the pole like she owned it.<br /> "I let her go once. It won't happen again." I replied to Sage not letting my eyes leave Angels sinful form.<br /> Talk about Destiny. That's what was right in front of me.<br /> <br /> Angel POV<br /> 5 year.<br /> 5 years I promised I'd never come back.<br /> But given my mother had drunk herself to death I had no choice but to return.<br /> Not that she was much of a mother but given I was the only one left, well not quite.<br /> "Mummy! I'm hungry" Lila whined yawning from her car seat. She pushed her crazy curls from her face that had flopped in her eyes while she slept on the drive over. We'd been on the road for 3 days. We had stopped at motels along the way to rest and stretch out but I had serious thoughts of just turning the car around and driving home.<br /> Home. Rosetown wasn't home. It didn't feel like home, even with Lila and I in the dump of an apartment that was in dire need of a update we made it our own. I tried to make it feel like a home but you can't polish a turd.<br /> If I could move anywhere I'd move back to Ashford but that idea scared it out if me more then our terrible neighborhood we were in.<br /> But with mothers house and the little equity it did have, i could sell it for a bit and use my saving to finally buy a little house for us. I could move back and that's what I was planning. <br /> So after giving my noticed to my creep of a landlord Anthony and my work at the nearby diner and the strip club I worked at on weekends. We packed up the tiny amount of things we had into my little Corolla 3 days ago and left for Ashford. Kelly, the only person I had kept in touch with and my closest friend was letting us crash at hers with her brother for the time being while we go on our feet.<br /> She was so excited we were finally close by again that it didn't involve flying to Rosetown every Christmas or birthday. She knew I didn't have the heart or guts to show my face in Ashford again but now I knew it was now or never.<br /> It wasn't just to give us a home but there was one person in Ashford that deserved to have Lila in there life even if the idea scared absolutely me.<br /> "Okay baby we'll get you some food, sweetheart" I called over the backseat to see Lila picking a new movie to watch on her iPad Kelly had bought her for Christmas last year.<br /> I grabbed her a Happy Meal before we rolled up to Kelly's place. She had been the only one I had kept in contact with all these years. She was the only one from Ashford that knew about Lila.<br /> I don't think that secret would be kept for long sadly. I think Ink would soon find out because the Club ran this town. If I could've stayed away forever I would have as selfish as that sounds. But that only meant less pain for me and no answers for Lila in the long run.<br /> He made it clear I wasn't welcome. So I did what he wanted and left only to find out I was pregnant with his child a month later. 18 with no home, no family and totally out of options.<br /> Ink was drama plain a simple, or at least he was. He broke my heart into a million pieces I didn't need him to do it to Lila as well. She didn't need to have her heartbroken.<br /> I knew it would hit the fan as soon as he found out but I couldn't delay it forever.<br /> At almost 4 and a half Lila was becoming aware that all of her friends had daddy's except her and I knew the conversation would come up soon about where her daddy was.<br /> Dredding wasn't a strong enough work to describe how nervous I felt about telling Ink.<br /> Kelly's front door flew open and I could hear her screams of excitment as i hopped out as the crapola groaned to a hold. Almost as if it was warning me that it was it's final journey.<br /> <br /> "Oh so you are staying? What about Ink?" I sighed.<br /> She knew as well as I did it was about time I told him and it would be better if I told him before someone else did. God knows she may look like me but she had his emerald eyes.<br /> It didn't take a genius to figure out he was her dad.<br /> Evergone and there mother knew Ink and I were as thick as thieves as teens. Suddenly showing up 5 years later with a 4 year old screamed gossip central.<br /> "I'm gonna have to talk to him, but I need a job. I can't sleep on your couch forever. If he doesn't wanna be involved I'll leave him be. We don't need the trouble. I don't blame him if he doesn't wanna be apart of her life."<br /> "You never know, Angel. Mike's said the club's done some good things in thae last few years. Maybe hes changed."<br /> "I doubt it Kel." I said blowing on the hot coffee she had just passed along the counter.<br /> "You never know, Ink was never a bad guy." she said kindly and she wadnt wrong. What Ink did was so out of character but his words cut so deeply.<br /> "He didn't want me once. He made that clear"<br /> "That was 5 ye-" but before she could finish I cut her off<br /> "Does Sage still have Try Out Tuesdays?" I ask quickly<br /> "You wanna be a stripper?"<br /> "I already am one Kels, it's good money. Plus try outs are a good place to start 1k if i win, plus tips and a job. Sounds like easy money to me" I shrug taking a long sip.<br /> Kelly raised an eyebrow before looking me up and down "yea if i had your bod i would too girl but you know Sage's is a club joint"<br /> "So?" Yea the MC owned Sage's but that wasn't going to stop me. I was bound to run into them. Might as well get it over with.<br /> "Your funeral" she sings walking to the pantry to pull out some biscuits.<br /> "Itll be alright, Kels" I said with a smile. She was comcerned about people getting handsy but if anyone touched me they'd know quickly not to do it again. I wasn't some doormat or snowflake any longer.<br /> "Could you watch Lila tonight so I can go try out? Just need to go for a run and get ready"<br /> "Omg really?" She squealed excitedly. I wasn't sure why Kelly was a nurse she was more suited to working eith kids. She was obsessed and so clucky.<br /> Smiling I quickly ran her down on Lilas updated list of fave movies and bedtime routine.<br /> "Yes. I love Moana!" She squealed pulling a microwave packet of Popcorn from the pantry.<br /> <br /> A few hours later I had showered tucked Lila in and hopped into the car and pulled up to Sage's.<br /> My back seat full of boxes and bags begging to be unloaded in the morning.<br /> Parking in the back corner of the car park a line of bikes ran the length of the club. And I could see Sage standing outside taking a drag of her smoking by the back door. Grabbing my bag I pulled my coat tighter as I closed the gap between us.<br /> "Those will kill you one day" I teased quietly strolling up to her through the now dark car park.<br /> "Yea ye- Angel?" Sage gasped dropping the smoking on the ground.<br /> "Oh my god, your-....But you-.....Are you....Oh my god" she babbled. Pushing her hair out of her face. I tried to give her a gentle smile.<br /> Sage was undeniably gorgeous. Naturally icey blonde with deep blue eyes like the ocean after a storm. With the attitude to match resting bimbo face was no match for Sage. She was a wonder. She was dressed in tight blue ripped skinny jeans and killer black heels with a diamonte bra covered with a sheer black blouse.<br /> "You still do try outs Tuesday?" I said quietly reading her confused face.<br /> "Yea, yea of course. Do you wanna?" She seemed to pale slightly.<br /> "You bet" I smiled<br /> "Okay come on. I'll show you the dressing room" Sage grasped my hand like she thought I was going to disappear any second. I knew it would be a shock I had returned I hadn't even said goodbye to anyone the night I left town.<br /> I just disappeared. Packed my stuff even stole my mum's car. Not that she even noticed because she never reported it stolen.<br /> As we walked up the back steps into the dressing rooms a few heads turned to look. A few I remembered as club hang arounds. One I knew very well then stepped up to me.<br /> "Angel?" She hissed anger flashed in her eyes.<br /> She had gotten implants that was for sure. The fake things stuck out like traffic cones under her orange bikini and terrible fake tan.<br /> "Cherry" I replied coldly. She was a bimbo then in high school . She would be a bimbo now. She hated me then. She clearly hated me now.<br /> The fun begins<br /> "What the fu-" Cherry started flipping her bottle blonde fried hair over her shoulder.<br /> "One more word and you're fired" Sage snapped cutting her off. Shock covered Cherrys face as I smirked.<br /> "Bu-" Cherrys mouth dropped open.<br /> "What? What was that? Shut up and sit down before I give her your job" Sage snapped Cherry plopped into her seat with a huff continuing on her makeup.<br /> The other staring girl quickly followed in suit. Not daring to question Sage.<br /> "Okay so here is your spot. I'll give you your hours after your performance" Sage said showing me to a little makeup desk and mirror in the corner beside the inner stairs.<br /> "But I haven't even-" I started<br /> "Dont argue. You've got the job. I know you'll be great with that bod. Pwoah. You are fine" Sage said with a wink "I'll be at the bar. You're up in 30 so better get a wriggle on. Whats your stage name?"<br /> "Destiny" I smiled.<br /> 30 mins later I'd probably broken a world record for fastest makeup up application. False lashes, a Smokey eyes and covered in body glitter finished with a long hip length raven black wig that was on so tight I'd probably get a headache.<br /> I was hoping it hide my face long enough i wouldnt get immediatly recgonised. But i doubted it.<br /> God knows I'd probably get recognised in 30 seconds just like Sage did.<br /> I had slipped on my outfit, a sheer holter neck hooded crop top with lace papillae pasties underneath and strappy cheeky matching bottom and 8 inch pleasers before heading to the inner stairs.<br /> Quickly looking back across the room to see 2 other woman standing right next to Cherry whispering and glaring.<br /> I blew a buss in her direction before continuing down the stares hearing her yell "bimbo!"<br /> Well she wasn't wrong.<br /> I wasn't the same girl I was 5 years ago. And shed learn the hard way if she thought otherwise<br /> It would be her mistake if she stepped up to me.<br /> I wasn't interested in bimbo fights but I sure it would take her bad mouthing if she started up.<br /> 3 years of self defense and boxing had kept me fit as well as safe from anyone. Living as a single mum in an area with no self defense skills was a recipe for diaster so I also bought a taser and mace.<br /> And it wasn't my first rodeo being a stripper. Guys getting to handsy before the bouncer got around to kicking there asses out. But I made sure they knew to keep hands off. 3 broken noses, 4 broken fingers and 2 ruptured testicles later guys new not to touch the merchandise.<br /> I wouldn't take it from anyone now. Men or women. I wasn't a victim of anyone's.<br /> As I neared the DJ booth recognition flashed on his eyes before he took my song request.<br /> As my song started. A wave of anxiety flooded me. But with a deep breath I focus on my routine. I knew it well. It was my fave and my most popular.<br /> As I walked around the pole faces all around looked up seeing a seemingly new face.<br /> Body rolling and a few spins to the slow building beat. A few simple tricks later money was flying up at the stage. A few hoots and hollers encouraged my dancing as it went into the chorus again stripping off my hoodie now only in the pasties and thong. As I spun around to face the bar my eyes landed on him.<br /> I'd remember those eyes anywhere. Till the day I died.<br /> My daughter's eyes.<br /> Ink.<br /> He looked pissed but I wouldn't let him win. Continuing my routine as it neared the end his eyes were felt burning into me. Heat built from my core. He was even hotter then 5 years ago. His hair was longer tied into a man bun uptop his head and he had grown in a beard. But not a ratty kind. Manly and well taken care of.<br /> He wore his cut over the top of a hoody but i could see his tattoos on his hands and neck.<br /> He was hot.<br /> I felt my papillae harden as I held his gaze as I grinded against the pole finished up the routine.<br /> Cheers filled the club as more money flew up into the stage. I picked it all up and my clothes as gracefully as I could before making my way off the stage towards the stairs letting the next girl start her routine.<br /> Before I reached the stairs at the back of the room large hairy arm wrapped around my waist. Yanking me towards 2 men standing alone.<br /> "Hey Doll, you must be new here" one slurred tightening his arm around my waist like a boa constrictor.<br /> "Give us a private dance would ya?" The one who touched my waist said and then trying to slide his hand over my hip to grab as handful of my cheek.<br /> "Hands off." I said coldly as they stiffened ones grip on my shoulder got firmer.<br /> "Aww dont be that way doll" the second drawled lowing his hand to rub the top of my hip.<br /> "I said..." I began quickly twisted the first ones hand off my shoulder hearing him curse in pain as I twisted out of his grip and threw my wrist into his nose. As he toppled away the second tried grabbing my wrist only to have my knee connect with his nose as I grabbed a handful of his salt and pepper hair it let out sickening crack as he fell to the ground screaming in pain.<br /> "Don't touch" I snapped as they both rolled onto the floor swearing in pain.<br /> "You bimbo!" One cursed turned to reach out to me again. But before he could touch me again the toe of my pleasers pressed on his crotch.<br /> "Sorry what?"<br /> "Nothing" he spat out glaring at me with his bloodshot eyes.<br /> "Now Barry what did i tell you about touching my girls" Sage said appearing beside me her touch on the small of my back gliding me out of the space. Sage spoke to two prospects who had suddenly appeared also telling them to throw them out.<br /> "You ain't welcome here ever again" she yelled guiding me upstairs, i knew better to look back and connect eith Inks eyes I had no doubt were boring into the back of my skull.<br /> "Remind me not to bang with you" one of the prospects mumbled looking impressed at the 2 groaning bleeding men.<br /> "Well looks like your hired love. Got you on 3 days a week from 9 till 2. You'll get $500 a night without tips ontop and you will be popular by the looks of it." Sage handed me a small piece of paper telling me what days I was on. She also passed me a wad of hundred from her back pocket with a smile, before taking her cut from the tips she smiled "looks like you won try outs by a mile, go home love I'll see you Thursday." Sage finished with a wink.<br /> As she reached the balestrate she turned to look at me a final time "Oh Angel?"<br /> "Mmm?" I looked at her shoving the money in my duffle bag.<br /> "Ink saw you" she said softly with gentle eyes.<br /> I sighed unclipping the wig and sliding it off "I know."<br /> "He's gonna wanna talk"<br /> I looked back at her and nodded before she replied the same and headed back down the stairs<br /> "Hey!" Cherry snapped appearing at my side.<br /> "Yes?" I said back bored.<br /> "Stay away from Ink, He's mine" she spat.<br /> "Good. I don't want him" I lied<br /> "I saw you eyefucking him down stairs." She snarled.<br /> "Threatened are we?" I said with a smirk.<br /> "What? No!" Cherry shrieked looking at her minions in outrage.<br /> "You sure?" I asked with fake concern.<br /> "Why don't you get off back to the hole you crawled out of Angel. No-one wants you here" Cherry hissed closing the space between us.<br /> As i stepped up to her with my heels on I was almost a foot taller then her.<br /> "Or What Cherry?"<br /> "You'll regret it! I mean it. Stay away from Ink. Hes. Mine" She snapped. She was about as threatening as a goldfish.<br /> "Don't worry, Cherry. You can have him." I bit back.<br /> Cherry quickly turned with her bottle blonde whipping across my face as she walked away. As if she'd won the battle trapsing off with pride.<br /> bimbo. I thought to myself. Some things never change. I wish her 8 inches would snap and shed break an ankle or something.<br /> All I knew was when Cherry finds out about Lila I was screwed. And if she told Ink before me I would be totally screwed. And not in a good way.<br /> God knows I needed it but if I didn't tell him before he found out through someone else it would be really bad.<br /> I quickly changed back into my normal clothes before hurrying down the back steps heading towards my car.<br /> Only when I got down the step I crashed straight into a wall I hadn't realised was there before.<br /> A wall that smelt amazing. His cologne hit my nose in a wave. I almost moaned at the familiar smell before snapping out of it.<br /> I muttered bouncing back. Looking up my eyes met with those Emerald Green eyes that lit a fire in me I could never control.<br /> "Better watch were you going, Darlin" he said with the voice I remember.<br /> His voice was killing.<br /> Sweet baby Jesus.<br /> "Or what?" I snapped stepping around him.<br /> "Woah, someone's fiesty" he scoffed following behind me.<br /> "Leave me alone, Ink" I couldn't tell him hear and my body screamed run. As fast as i could. Away. Right now.<br /> "Playing hard to get Darlin'?" he drawled I could hear the smile on his lips.<br /> "I'm not playing anything with you, Ink." I snapped closing in on my car. Shoving the key in the door. Twisting it as fast as I could.<br /> "Aww dont be that way" Ink whined smoothly as I yanked on the door.<br /> "Leave me alone, Ink." I fired back<br /> "Why do you have a booster seat in your car? It is for a baby, isn't it?" He said suddenly. Panic raced through me but I didn't make eye contact. I felt the blood drain from my face.<br /> "I...I..."	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1,938,686	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1938502}'	Yes	2024-07-26 19:18	active	1175	1136767490748307	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	When I pulled an older iPhone out from between the mattress and box springs, I saw a screen full of text messages.<br /> And my heart froze solid.<br /> 【I’m heading to the hotel.】<br /> 【Where are you?】<br /> 【Don’t keep me waiting, honey.】<br /> 【I need you.】<br /> Text messages from another woman.<br /> A hidden cell phone.<br /> Sudden long hours away from his family.<br /> Cheating.<br /> There was a strong possibility that the man I loved was cheating on me.<br /> ————————<br /> I straightened from putting the last plate into the dishwasher and stretched for a towel to wipe my hands. I was exhausted after twenty-four straight hours with the kids, and Rob still wasn’t home. Not to mention, I needed to make cupcakes for Max’s school—and somehow do it without sugar.<br /> So the ensuing crash upstairs was not welcome.<br /> Dropping the towel, I whisper-sprinted up to the second floor—running on tiptoes while hopping, leaping, and skipping over every toy obstacle, creaky floorboard, and rogue crayon along the way.<br /> The light was on in Max’s room, and considering that I had made this trek a half dozen times in the last hour, I was out of patience.<br /> “You need to go to sleep,” I growled, throwing open the door, my fierce mom glare already in place.<br /> Except the devil child was asleep.<br /> He’d fallen out of bed, crashed onto an entire village of Legos—scattering them to inferno and back—and was dead asleep.<br /> My heart gave a little squeeze even as the logical part of me recognized the giant mess I’d be picking up tomorrow.<br /> It was just that face.<br /> A cupid’s bow of bright pink lips, slightly parted, rosy cheeks, and mussed hair. The boy was cute, and it was hard to believe he was part of me, that he’d come from my body.<br /> I clucked my tongue at myself, knowing I was being ridiculous and romantic and Melissa-like because I’d spent the day with Kelly and her toddler, Abby.<br /> My baby sister had a baby. And a man. And was all grown up—<br /> Oh God. There I went with the tears again.<br /> Swiping a finger under each eye, I navigated the minefield of toys as I made my way over to Max. I gave an internal grunt as I lifted the little—or not so little, anymore—monkey and tucked him back into bed.<br /> One hastily constructed barrier of pillows and blankets and stuffed Minecraft toys later, and I was heading back out of the room.<br /> I flicked the light off, started to leave—<br /> “Too dark, Mommy,” he murmured.<br /> A sigh. Back on it went. “Good night, sweetheart.”<br /> “Night.”<br /> This time I made it to the top of the stairs before a sound stopped me.<br /> It wasn’t the kids. No. This was more like . . . buzzing?<br /> I cocked my head and listened, then made my way to my bedroom, a growing pile of toys in my arms as I went.<br /> The door was open, and I walked inside, dumping the pile on the coverlet before stopping to pinpoint the sound.<br /> I felt my pockets for my cell. Not even two days before, I’d scoured the house for my phone, it somehow having fallen out of my pocket, ending up under the dresser. It had taken darn near fifty calls and a search of the entire house before I’d found it.<br /> Those locating apps were all well and good, but they couldn’t tell a person which room in a house their phone was. Which meant the app, for my day-to-day exploits, was pretty much useless.<br /> I hardly left home at all except for the kids’ activities and school pickup or drop off.<br /> Or if Rob needed something down at the station.<br /> And that was fine. My place was at home. The kids needed me, Rob needed me. It was just that sometimes . . .<br /> No. Don’t get sidetracked.<br /> My phone was in my pocket. The sound wasn’t coming from beneath the dresser.<br /> It was coming from the bed.<br /> I peered under, saw nothing, and I was reaching for Rob’s flashlight in his nightstand when I realized where exactly the noise was originating from.<br /> My hand slid between the mattress and box spring, jumping a little when the object buzzed against my fingers.<br /> “What—?” I pulled it out, saw it was an older-looking iPhone. Why was there—<br /> Then I saw the texts. An entire screen worth of them.<br /> And my heart froze solid.<br /> I’m heading to the hotel.<br /> Where are you?<br /> Don’t keep me waiting, honey.<br /> I need you.<br /> The question wasn’t why Rob had hidden a phone under his side of the mattress. It was why someone named Celeste was calling him honey and telling my husband that she needed him.<br /> Downstairs, I heard the garage door rumble open and close, the clink of Rob’s keys on the kitchen counter. “Miss?” he called softly up the stairs.<br /> My voice was gone, my throat tight. My eyes burned, and still, I held the phone. It wasn’t until I heard him walking down the hall to the bedroom that I sprang into motion.<br /> I shoved the phone back under the mattress and scooped up the toys.<br /> Rob stopped short in the doorway. “Oh.” He smiled. “I called you.”<br /> “Sorry, I was cleaning.”<br /> He touched my cheek, slid past me. “You don’t have to do that.”<br /> “It’s my job,” I said brightly, and if it was too bright then what did it matter anyway?<br /> My husband was moving toward the bathroom, already unbuttoning his shirt. “Is there a plate for me?”<br /> I turned, saw he’d paused, and forced a smile. “Yup. I’ll heat it up for you.”<br /> “Thanks, love.”<br /> “Of course.” I walked out of the bedroom but didn’t go downstairs.<br /> Instead, I hesitated in the hall, silent and waiting.<br /> And my gut tied itself into knots when I heard Rob’s footfalls across the carpet, the slide of his hand beneath the mattress as he pulled out the phone.<br /> “MOOOOOOOOOM!”<br /> The camera in my hands jumped, and that perfect angle, the perfect highlight of the sun’s rays coming through my kitchen window and traipsing across my gorgeous display of a salad—if I did say so myself—disappeared in a flash.<br /> No pun intended.<br /> Footsteps pounded across the floor overhead. Eight feet. From two kids and one dog. The trio was streaking across the hallway, preparing to hurtle themselves down the stairs.<br /> Which meant I had approximately twelve seconds to get the shot before chaos descended.<br /> Back up on my tiptoes, extending my arm precariously over the plate as I leaned—read: contorted—myself in such a way as to obtain that perfect angle without marring the photograph with something as egregious as my shadow.<br /> Bang. Bang. Bang.<br /> “Ow!” Allie. She’d just turned five and was a terror on two legs. “I’m telling Mom!”<br /> “Almost there,” I puffed.<br /> “It was your fault.” Max. My sweet boy. Now eight and not so little.<br /> “Ruff!” The dog. The terror on four legs. Rocco was seven months old and sixty pounds of exuberant energy, potty accidents, and counter surfing.<br /> But Rob loved the fluffball.<br /> Rob.<br /> My eyes burned.<br /> The trio slid around the corner into the kitchen, Rocco colliding with the far wall.<br /> His brakes weren’t great yet.<br /> With the group’s appearance, the noise level in the room rose to deafening.<br /> Click.<br /> I checked the shot and breathed out a sigh of relief. Perfect.<br /> Stepping down from the stool I’d been perched on, I stashed my camera carefully out of reach of canine and human troublemakers then stowed the plate in the fridge. Another taste test wouldn’t hurt, just to perfect the recipe.<br /> And really, I wasn’t going to waste one crumb of that goat cheese. Not when it was so expensive and difficult to find in Nowhere, Utah.<br /> Or rather, Darlington, Utah.<br /> “Mom.”<br /> Max stood with his arms crossed. He was tall for his age with dark hair and eyes and the spitting image of Rob, a fact that made my bruised heart ache all the more.<br /> Allie was like me: slender, tall, and blond with pale brown eyes and skin that never failed to burn in the sun.<br /> We needed to invest in sunscreen stock. God knew we bought enough of the stuff.<br /> Both kids were talking over each other, furious frowns pulling their brows down as they tried to prove their point . . . or, rather, ruin my eardrums by being the loudest.<br /> Even Rocco chimed in with several well-timed barks.<br /> I did what I always did in these situations.<br /> I stood silently. And waited.<br /> It never took long, I’d found. If I tried to raise my voice over theirs, tried to shout my way for quiet, like Rob did, nothing. He used his magical cop skills to reign tough over the kids—and dog, I thought, as Rocco eyed the countertop like it held a king’s trove of treasure.<br /> My voice didn’t do that.<br /> My glare did, however.<br /> Rocco paused mid-leap and plunked his front paws back on the tile floor.<br /> Max was the first human to stop contributing to the noise. Older and wiser, he was.<br /> Allie went on for a few more beats before her eyes widened and her mouth clamped closed.<br /> “Max, explain your side first.”<br /> “I was playing with my Legos, and Allie barged in and broke my set—”<br /> “I did not!” Allie protested.<br /> “It’s not your turn to speak,” I told her.<br /> She huffed and crossed her arms.<br /> “She broke my house, and I’ll never be able to find all of the pieces, and I-I—” Tears welled in his brown eyes, and I had to steel my heart against those glistening orbs. He might be cute, but he was also smart.<br /> Too smart for my good.<br /> “Okay,” I said. “Allie, your side.”<br /> “He took my Lego set, and I wanted to get the pieces back. It was my house, and he can’t keep it.”<br /> “You let me borrow it!” Max said, indignant.<br /> “I want it back.”<br /> “I—”<br /> “You—”<br /> I waited.<br /> The second round took less time.<br /> “What happens when you fight over toys?” I asked.<br /> Two sets of eyes went wide. Rocco whined and lay down on the floor, burying his nose in his paws.<br /> Max glanced at Allie. “How about you use my Legos and build your own house?”<br /> Allie considered this. “And then when we’re done we can switch back!”<br /> Max nodded. “Okay.”<br /> They ran off, Rocco trailing their progress, leaving with as much noise as they’d entered the room.<br /> “Ten minutes until bath time!” I called, but they were already out of earshot.<br /> With a rueful smile, I pulled my plate from the fridge and a fork out of the drawer.<br /> “You’re deduce when you pull that stern glare out.”<br /> I shivered at the voice in my ear, the chest very close to my spine. My body knew my husband’s on an intrinsic level, and so I didn’t jump in surprise or shriek in fear.<br /> Instead, I melted into his warmth, soaked up his scent.<br /> “Hi, baby,” he said with a soft peck to the side of my neck.<br /> “Hi, yourself.” I turned, slipping carefully out of his embrace. Because even though I loved this man with every fiber of my being, he might not feel the same.<br /> Text messages from another woman.<br /> A hidden cell phone.<br /> Sudden long hours away from his family.<br /> Cheating.<br /> There was a strong possibility that the man I loved was cheating on me.<br /> ---<br /> Rob was back to snoring when I crept through the bedroom. I shook my head and closed the door behind me, heading for the top of the stairs.<br /> That was when I heard the first noise.<br /> A moan. The rustling of bedclothes. I dropped my shoes and bolted for Allie’s bedroom.<br /> She began crying.<br /> “Mom!”<br /> I skirted the mess of toys on the floor, picking my way across with all the finesse of an American Ninja Warrior.<br /> “What’s wrong, honey?” I asked.<br /> “I don’t—”<br /> I was already reaching for her when she exploded.<br /> Okay, not exploded exactly. More like Poltergeist-vomited, all over me. It dripped down my hair, soaked into my blouse, my jeans, the carpet, and bedding.<br /> Perfect. Just perfect.<br /> Allie began crying in earnest, and I soothed her as I swept her into my arms. We made it to the bathroom in record time.<br /> I set her down in front of the toilet, holding her hair back when she gagged again and again. “I’m sorry, honey,” I said when she stopped. Then I wet a towel and wiped her face and neck. “Let’s get you out of these clothes.”<br /> She was shaking, tears sliding down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Mommy.”<br /> “Shh. Not your fault.” I wrapped her in a towel and cuddled her close until she stopped shivering. “Let’s get you a quick bath, and then I’ll set you up on the couch, okay?”<br /> “O-okay.”<br /> Fifteen minutes later she was in clean pajamas, wrapped in blankets, and tucked into the couch, a bucket within arm’s reach.<br /> I went back upstairs to strip the sheets and clean the carpet. Then I carried all of the dirty linens back down to the laundry room and tossed them in the washer. By now the vomit had mostly dried on my clothes and hair, and I was in desperate need of a shower.<br /> Time would tell if this was the stomach bug plague or if Allie had just eaten something that didn’t agree with her.<br /> Would one fall? Or would they all?<br /> I snorted quietly as I slipped back into the bedroom, only to be bowled over by Rocco, wagging tail and wriggly butt. Rob must have let him out. He sniffed the carpet, did a one-eighty.<br /> Uh-oh, potty time.<br /> “Come on,” I said, opening the door.<br /> He pushed past me and sprinted down the stairs. I hustled after him, not wanting him to wake up Allie, who’d finally fallen back asleep.<br /> But I needn’t have worried. He bypassed the living room completely and went straight to the back door. “Good boy,” I told him and opened it just wide enough for him to slip out. The icy morning breeze shot through the gap, having the dual effect of kicking up the smell of puke on my person and cutting directly through my still-damp clothes.<br /> I shivered. “Hurry up, dog.”<br /> Rocco took a few more minutes. It was too cold to leave him outside, young as he was. Of course, he was the one with the thick fur.<br /> Finally, he was done and sprinted for the opening into the house.<br /> Or rather, crashed into the door, since those brakes were still under training.<br /> “Come on, goofy,” I told him as I snagged his collar and corralled him past the sleeping Allie on the sofa.<br /> I’d already lost count of the trips up and down the stairs and it wasn’t even six yet. Who said my butt wasn’t high and tight? At this rate, I’d be a Kardashian in no time. Rocco wriggled his way alongside me, not fighting when I stuck him back in his kennel. Though that was probably because I promised him breakfast after I’d showered.<br /> The bathroom light shone through the crack in the bottom of the door, and the bed was empty.<br /> That plus the absence of chainsaw sounds told me Rob was in the bathroom.<br /> Who was the detective now? I thought with a smirk.<br /> I crossed to the bathroom and opened the door.<br /> Or tried to.<br /> It was locked.<br /> I frowned.<br /> Tried again.<br /> “Rob?” I knocked, tilted my head when I heard . . . was he talking to someone? “Rob?” I asked louder.<br /> The sounds inside the bathroom cut off. After a pause, he called, “Miss?”<br /> “The door is locked.”<br /> Another pause. Then footsteps. The locked clicked before the door swung open. Rob was wrapped in a towel, his chest undressed and glittering with drops of water. Normally, I’d have been distracted by those little beads of liquid. Today I barely noticed because there was a mark on his neck.<br /> A suspicious bruise on the base of his throat—<br /> Where someone might have pecked him.<br /> And that someone had not been me.<br /> Rob smiled, but it looked strained. “Sorry, hon. Force of habit.” He turned and walked into the closet, closing the door behind him.<br /> I was still on the threshold, blinking after him, when the door popped back open and he stuck his head out. “You look cute, by the way.”<br /> Before I could stammer out a thanks, the door shut again.<br /> Had he not noticed the puke? Or was he trying to be nice because it looked like I’d been put through the wringer?<br /> Or perhaps most important of all, had I imagined the mark?<br /> I rushed the shower, hissing as the cold water streamed from my hair and down my back.<br /> Rob came out of the closet just as I stepped out, shivering more violently than Allie had been an hour earlier. He wore a button-down shirt, tie, and slacks.<br /> “You look nice,” I said, unable to ignore the fact that the shirt covered his neck. Should I pull it down and confront him?<br /> “Meeting with the chief today.”<br /> Darlington was too small for its own police force. Rob worked at the county sheriff’s office. The bigger force meant more resources for our little group of towns and better coverage.<br /> “What about?” I asked as I wrapped a towel around my head.<br /> “A case I’ve been working on.”<br /> “What case?” I ran the towel up one leg, then the other. Rob’s eyes followed the movement.<br /> “Can’t talk about it yet,” he said. I frowned, but before I could press his answer—we always discussed his cases, if not in specifics then at least in generals—he went on, “When was the last time you had something besides a salad?”<br /> I straightened, pulling the towel around my breasts. “What do you mean?”<br /> “You’re too thin, Miss.”<br /> “What?”<br /> He crossed over to me, pulling the towel open and splaying one hand over my side.<br /> My heart skipped a beat. Calloused fingers. Rough skin against smooth. I forgot about the bruise on his neck, about the phone and suspicions. I wanted his hand to move.<br /> Up or down. I almost didn’t care.<br /> I needed him to touch me.<br /> His head dropped next to mine, hot breath on my neck, my ear. “You need to eat more.”<br /> It took a second for the words to process. I stiffened, leaned back.<br /> Not that it mattered since Rob had already stepped away.<br /> ---<br /> The bed dipped, and I rolled over to see Rob sitting on the side of the bed.<br /> “Is there anything for dinner?” he asked.<br /> “Not today,” I said. “We were all sick.”<br /> His dark brows pulled down. “You were? Why didn’t you call me?”<br /> “I texted you three times.”<br /> “You did? I didn’t get them.” He pulled out his cell and unlocked it. The little green box had a red bubble with a three in the upper right corner. He tapped it and, lo and behold, my messages were there.<br /> Any chance you can come home early? The stomach plague has hit.<br /> <br /> I’m feeling really lousy, could use some help.<br /> <br /> So much puke. I need backup.<br /> <br /> “Sht,” he muttered.<br /> I reached over him, tapped the lower case “i” on the right side of the screen, and swiped off the mute function.<br /> “Maybe don’t put your wife on Do Not Disturb?”<br /> “Oh, I didn’t realize—”<br /> I sighed and flopped over to my side, facing away from him. My heart felt fragile, ready to shatter into a million pieces. I kept telling myself that I was crazy, that things were fine and we were going through a rough patch.<br /> But . . .<br /> This didn’t feel like a rough patch. It felt like—<br /> I bit my lip hard, stopping the thought before it could completely materialize.<br /> We’d worked through tough times before. Every couple had ups and downs. What made us different was that we could talk to each other about anything.<br /> Or we used to, anyway.<br /> I turned my head so I could see him over my shoulder. “Not realizing things seems to be the theme with you lately, Rob. Can we talk about what’s going on? It’s not like you to be so detached.”<br /> Silence.<br /> He sat six inches away from me, eyes on his phone, and he didn’t even look at me.<br /> He. Didn’t. Look. At. Me.<br /> In that moment, I felt ten years old again. Begging my mom to see me. To want me. To value me.<br /> And in that moment, I hated my husband for making me feel that way.<br /> I wasn’t that little girl any longer. I knew my own worth. I—<br /> Didn’t beg for love. That came internally. I loved myself.<br /> Because Rob had given me the strength to learn how.<br /> His touch made me jump.<br /> It was a gentle caress, one soft brush of his thumb beneath my eye to collect a drop of moisture I hadn’t realized was there.<br /> “Miss, I—”<br /> His phone rang. He glanced down at it, and I held my breath, waiting for him, wishing he would decline it.<br /> He didn’t.<br /> His finger swiped across the screen.<br /> “Hello?” Rob said and walked from the room.<br /> I think we urgently need to talk.<br /> For my kids.<br /> For me.	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1,938,672	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1938491}'	No	2024-07-26 19:18	active	1175	1022800099448815	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	Had he almost smooched her last night?<br /> <br /> He ran his hand through his messy hair and went to his own room to clean up and get dressed. The more he tried to remember, the more it seemed he had indeed almost smooched her.<br /> <br /> Not that he was happy she had gotten sick, but it was for the best. smooching would have messed up everything.<br /> It didn't matter if they had a great time talking about old times. It didn't matter that her smile made his body respond in the same way it did when he was twenty-two. Under all the happy times and the great memories were still two people who had major problems.<br /> <br /> Problems that wouldn't just go away with a bottle of beverage.<br /> <br /> She wanted things he couldn't give her, and he had obliterated any chance they'd had to reconcile by moving out and filing for divorce without even talking to her, and then taking on a girlfriend immediately. She would never be able to forgive him for that. The fact that she was even able to be civil was a testament to how incredibly generous she was.<br /> ————————<br /> <br /> Just then her ears popped from the pressure as they climbed farther up into the mountains. Some things couldn't change, like gravity or air pressure or how much she still loved the man sitting next to her. She sighed and pushed the thought away. It was such a beautiful April day, it was impossible not to be happy on some level.<br /> They drove through the small town near the cabin. There were two places to eat, a post office, a tiny grocery store, a gas station, and four churches.<br /> "Why don't we stop and pick up some food? I can make dinner," she suggested.<br /> He eyed her with a little smile.<br /> "You're going to make me dinner?" he asked.<br /> "I'm going to make dinner and you can have some. Don't make a big deal out of it," she said, trying to hide a smile.<br /> "You always need to feed everyone," he teased her as he pulled in at the grocery store.<br /> "It's not the worst problem to have." She stuck out her tongue as she jumped out of the car.<br /> He pushed the cart while she filled it with the ingredients needed to make the few meals they would need over the weekend. She also got some lunch meat and breakfast items. Ian hissed an enthusiastic "Yes!" when she threw the bacon in the cart.<br /> At the checkout, Ian held out his credit card and pushed hers away playfully.<br /> "You fry, I'll buy," he joked.<br /> The awkwardness between them was completely gone by the time they loaded up the groceries and continued on their way.<br /> When they pulled into the parking area in front of the cabin, her whole body relaxed. It was impossible to be there and be tense. It was as if the mountains wouldn't allow it.<br /> She looked over at Ian and saw him relaxing, too. He gave her a grin, like he couldn't help it.<br /> The scents that greeted them when Ian opened the door for her were like coming home. The smell of wood, from the floors and the paneling. Smoke from the fireplace, mixed in with the light smell of dust, old air, and whatever had been cooked there last before it got sealed inside.<br /> She smiled as she looked up at the high ceiling in the main room. Opposite the front door was a large wall of windows that looked out over the small backyard, the deck, and then the view of the mountains and the valley below. To the right was a two-story stone fireplace with a rustic mantel that held photos of the Montgomery family over the years.<br /> To the left, the wall went up to the loft. It was covered in frames. More photos of family mixed in with some paintings and other art. It was eclectic and probably assembled over the years without much planning, but she always thought it was laid out beautifully.<br /> Under the loft area was the eat-in kitchen and laundry room. Up the stairs were two bedrooms and the bathrooms. It was cozy and perfect.<br /> She and Ian unloaded the groceries together. They made sandwiches side by side, sharing the condiments and laughing when they reached for the same thing at the same time. When they were finished with their hasty dinner, he opened a bottle of white beverage from the cellar and poured both of them a glass.<br /> "You want to sit out and catch the sunset with me?" he offered.<br /> "Sure. Thanks." She took the glass and grabbed a blanket off the sofa before she followed him out on the deck.<br /> In the past they used to share one of the large wooden chaises that lined the deck. They would snuggle up so long they'd sometimes fall asleep out there.<br /> This time, they each took their own seat. Hers felt too big, like it would swallow her up. Ian slid it so it would be positioned for a good show. As he bent to move his, she saw the top of his boxers sticking out above his cargo shorts. His muscles flexed under his T-shirt, and she gulped down her beverage and tried to look away.<br /> Ian was hot. She'd thought it the first time she met him, and it was just as true today. He was tall and muscular, with dark hair and warm brown eyes that made her melt.<br /> She already knew she missed Ian. His comfort and how he could make her laugh when she was having a bad day. But she hadn't fully realized how much she'd missed him in the physical sense.<br /> She hadn't allowed herself to think about him sexually because intercourse—or at least the ineffectiveness of it—had kind of been the root of their problems. But being there with him, drinking beverage and watching the sunset, brought memories of passionate times flitting through her mind. She drank more beverage in an effort to keep them at bay. Ian was waiting to refill her glass when it was empty.<br /> "This is nice," she said stupidly.<br /> He looked over at her and smiled. "It is nice. Thanks for agreeing to come with me."<br /> "No one says no to Jimmy." She shrugged and finished her second glass of beverage.<br /> "Did he boss you around in his letter?" he guessed.<br /> She nodded slowly. "Pretty much."<br /> "Me, too," he said as he took a drink and then filled their glasses again. "To Jimmy. Telling us what we don't want to hear, because I guess we need to hear it anyway," he said.<br /> "To Jimmy," she said in agreement, and tapped her glass against his before taking a sip.<br /> Lexi's teeth were chattering, but she still insisted she didn't want to go inside yet.<br /> He didn't blame her. The stars were out, and without the light pollution from civilization, it looked like they could reach up and help themselves to one.<br /> They finished off the second bottle of beverage, and he was feeling very relaxed. He had been nervous about this trip, but so far they'd been able to chat about easy things and have a good time, considering.<br /> Seeing her huddled up in the blanket on the chaise made him want to snuggle in beside her and offer his warmth, but he didn't.<br /> He watched her openly as she looked up at the sky. Her dark hair scattered around her shoulders and a content expression on her face.<br /> She yawned.<br /> "Come on. Let's go in before you fall asleep out here and I have to chisel your frozen body off that chair in the morning," he said.<br /> She laughed a little easier than normal. Alexis was a lightweight, and the beverage had made her tipsy. God, he loved her laugh. Another thing he'd taken for granted when they were together.<br /> As he helped her up, she stumbled, and he instinctively put his arm around her back to right her so she wouldn't fall. God, he loved touching her, too.<br /> He followed her inside, keeping his focus on the floor so he wouldn't look at her when they were so close.<br /> It was only when he lifted his head that he realized he was a bit tipsy as well. The room slanted slightly.<br /> "Whoa." He laughed, and Lexi laughed with him. "You're so beautiful when you laugh. Did I ever tell you that?" he said without thinking first.<br /> She stopped laughing and just blinked at him.<br /> "Um. Yeah. You did. A long time ago."<br /> "I should have told you every day." Why couldn't he stop talking? Oh, right. He'd drunk a bottle of beverage.<br /> Lexi flopped down on the sofa and let her head rest on the pillow.<br /> "I'm just going to sleep here. I can't make it upstairs."<br /> "Come on. I'll carry you," he offered.<br /> "You can't carry me."<br /> "Why not? You're skinnier than you were the last time I carried you."<br /> She glanced down at herself and frowned.<br /> "It's strange that I lost weight after so many nights of eating cookie dough and ice cream for dinner. Maybe I cried the weight off," she said with a sad giggle.<br /> "Lex, I'm—"<br /> "I'm so sorry. Pretend I didn't say that.I'm drunk. That beverage is like truth serum."<br /> "Let me help you to bed. You might want to be near a bathroom in case this goes bad." Something he was expecting to be inevitable after seeing her try to get up from the sofa.<br /> He wrapped his arm around her waist and hefted her to her feet, which caused another bout of the giggles.<br /> "I like your muscles. Did I ever tell you that?" she said.<br /> "Yeah, Lex, you did." He smiled at her confession.<br /> "I should have told you every day," she said, repeating his words.<br /> "I think you might have," he joked.<br /> He got her into her room and flipped on the light in the attached bathroom so she could find it easily when she needed it.<br /> She sat on the end of the bed and tried to unlace her sneakers.<br /> "Here. Let me." He bent down and untied them. When he got them off he looked up. Her face was so close. Her beautiful face.<br /> Her blue eyes studied him intently. They were inviting him. He leaned in, wanting to smooch her.<br /> His mouth was so close to hers that he could feel her breath against his lips. His heart was pounding like it would be their very first smooch, instead of the millionth time he'd smooched her.<br /> Just when they were about to touch, she pulled back quickly. Her blue eyes were wide with surprise.<br /> For a second, he assumed she realized what was about to happen and stopped because it was such an incredibly bad idea, but then he saw her skin tone change from her normal ivory to a putrid greenish color.<br /> "I don't feel well," she announced, and with that, she jumped up and ran to the bathroom to throw up.<br /> <br /> ...<br /> She couldn't believe this was happening to her.<br /> Not just that she was on some strange weekend road trip with her ex-husband and was now sick, but that he was in the bathroom with her, holding her hair and wetting a washcloth for her neck.<br /> It was surreal.<br /> The only thing she could seem to get out between the heaving was a torrent of apologies. All of which he assured her were unnecessary, while he rubbed her back in that soothing way of his.<br /> "Why did you drink so much?" he asked when it seemed her stomach was content to stay inside her body.<br /> "I was having a nice time talking to you. I guess I wasn't paying attention." She sounded so stupid, but he simply brushed his hand down her hair and sighed.<br /> She was able to stand long enough to brush her teeth and stumble to bed, where she fell in and closed her eyes, hoping to disappear.<br /> That didn't happen.<br /> When she opened her eyes, she thought she was dreaming.<br /> Ever since Ian had moved out, she'd had dreams of him in bed with her. Holding her. Smiling. Sometimes other things, but for the most part, he was just there. The reassurance of him helped her sleep, whether real or imaginary.<br /> She put her hand out slowly and touched his face.<br /> This was real.<br /> He was in bed with her.<br /> One glance down and she could see they were both still clothed and lying on top of the covers. They had literally crashed there; Ian's one foot wasn't even on the bed.<br /> Moving quicker than was comfortable, she grabbed some clean clothes and jumped in the shower, hoping not to wake him.<br /> She wasn't sure how to deal with their sleeping together, despite the fact that nothing had happened. They'd had a great time the night before. The beverage and the laughter had made it feel like old times.<br /> She froze with suds on her face.<br /> Had he almost smooched her?<br /> Surely she was mistaken. Or maybe it was wishful thinking. A drunken hallucination? Maybe she had dreamed of him moving closer, with those chocolate eyes melting.<br /> She tiptoed out of the bathroom with her hair still dripping.<br /> There he was. Lying across the bed, looking like a god.<br /> Without a sound, she grabbed her sneakers, left the room, and went downstairs.<br /> She grabbed a granola bar and a bottle of water before heading out for a long walk. She needed to make sense of this situation and get her feelings in check before she did something even worse than throw up in front of him.<br /> When Ian woke up, he was alone in Lexi's bed.<br /> He was both relieved and saddened by this.<br /> Crawling into bed next to her had been like a soothing relief for his heart. He hadn't even realized how much he missed lying next to her just to sleep.<br /> Had he almost smooched her last night?<br /> He ran his hand through his messy hair and went to his own room to clean up and get dressed. The more he tried to remember, the more it seemed he had indeed almost smooched her.<br /> Not that he was happy she had gotten sick, but it was for the best. smooching would have messed up everything.<br /> It didn't matter if they had a great time talking about old times. It didn't matter that her smile made his body respond in the same way it did when he was twenty-two. Under all the happy times and the great memories were still two people who had major problems.<br /> Problems that wouldn't just go away with a bottle of beverage—or two.<br /> She wanted things he couldn't give her, and he had obliterated any chance they'd had to reconcile by moving out and filing for divorce without even talking to her, and then taking on a girlfriend immediately. She would never be able to forgive him for that. The fact that she was even able to be civil was a testament to how incredibly generous she was.<br /> The downstairs was empty, and for a second he worried she'd left, but her purse was still there. Her suitcase had been in her bedroom. She was coming back.<br /> She'd probably just gone for a walk, like she normally did when they came there.<br /> Should he go after her? Should he leave her alone?<br /> He decided to leave her alone, mainly because he didn't trust himself to be near her when he was still thinking of how warm her body was when she was lying next to him in bed.<br /> He definitely needed to clear his head before he saw her again.<br /> After breakfast, he wasted a bunch of time straightening things. Then he jumped in the car and went for a drive into town to stock up the beverage cellar. Because beverage had worked out so great the night before.<br /> When he got back, he decided to go looking for her. He told himself he only wanted to make sure she was safe, but he knew the truth. He wanted to be with her. He wanted to make her laugh. He wanted to talk with her about easy things. He wanted to be happy again.<br /> He was also aware of the other things he wanted. Things he couldn't have. Things like touching her, and smooching her.<br /> Hopefully, she wouldn't remember how close he'd come to smooching her the night before.<br /> Ian had definitely planned to smooch her.<br /> Lexi determined this while walking around the lake for the second time. Needing to talk to Roslyn or Kelly, she pulled out her phone to find she had no reception. She was on her own to figure this out. Why else would he lean down close to her lips with that unmistakable look in his eyes?<br /> He was going to smooch her.<br /> She didn't know why, other than the fact that he had been drunk, too, and maybe he had slipped into something that had been so normal he never needed to think about it.<br /> So many times she'd smooched him and never given a thought that it might be the last time. Until it was too late.<br /> She sat on the same bench she had sat on with Uncle Jimmy in the fall. Back then, the leaves had been a multitude of warm colors. Now everything was sticks and buds. A reddish haze, threatening to burst open and unleash the green at any moment.<br /> Her phone was still able to tell her the time at least. It was after noon.<br /> She needed to get back before Ian launched a search party.<br /> Before she got up, someone sat down next to her.<br /> "I was just about to send out a search party," Ian informed her, making her heart hurt. She knew him so well.<br /> She gave him a smile and looked out over the lake.<br /> "I was just thinking and lost track of time," she said.<br /> "What were you thinking about?"<br /> "How much I hate white beverage." They laughed together.<br /> "I just got back from the store. There's plenty of red in the cellar."<br /> "Good."<br /> "Were you hiding from me?" he asked quietly.<br /> "Yeah. That, too."<br /> "Sorry. You know how much I hate being alone." She did. He hated it, thus he got himself a girlfriend immediately after leaving her.<br /> It wasn't like she liked being by herself, but what choice did she have? She wasn't going to force herself into a relationship just so she didn't have to be alone.<br /> "Maybe you should talk to someone about that," she suggested.<br /> "I have. I talked to you," he reasoned.<br /> "I'm a guidance counselor, not a therapist."<br /> "Still." He shrugged it off, missing the point.<br /> Ian had never been alone. His mother and older sister had taken care of him when he was little. He'd always had tons of friends and cousins to hang out with. He didn't know how to be content on his own for very long. He would get restless and seek out companionship.<br /> Just like he did when they got divorced.<br /> "I guess we should get back," she said as she stood and stretched.<br /> "I made us lunch," he said.<br /> "Thanks."<br /> "I guess that leaves you to handle dinner, if we're taking turns." He grinned innocently at her, making her laugh.<br /> <br /> ...<br /> As they walked down the trail to the cabin, her hand seemed to want to reach out to him on its own. Twice she noticed his hand twitch. Maybe he was having the same problem.<br /> Before she realized it, they were at the Place. She had been so focused on not touching him, she hadn't noticed which path they were taking back to the house.<br /> This path led them right past the downed tree where Ian had proposed.<br /> He had brought her to the cabin for a romantic weekend on spring break. On the way back from the lake, he'd stopped suddenly on the path, pretending he had something in his shoe. She'd sat on the benchlike branch, looking up at the trees while he bent down to remove the irritation.<br /> Then she felt something touch her knee, and when she looked over there, he had the ring box open, a huge grin on his face.<br /> It had never crossed her mind it wouldn't last, so she'd shouted "yes" almost before he got the question out. That had been a long time ago.<br /> She froze at the sight of the tree and that memory.<br /> Ian stopped when she did, and then awareness came over his face as tears streamed down hers.<br /> "I'm sorry, Lex. I'm so stupid. I wasn't thinking about which way we were going," he apologized.<br /> She brushed the tears away quickly and gave him a strained smile.<br /> "It's fine. It's not a bad memory. It's one of my favorites. It just hit me a little hard. I'm okay."<br /> For a second he looked uncomfortable as his hands flexed into fists by his side, and then he grabbed her and pulled her against his chest in a hard embrace.<br /> He didn't say anything for a long time. He just held her, rubbing her back. She wasn't crying anymore; she was too busy taking him in. She couldn't get enough of his smell, the hardness of the muscles in his chest, and the feeling of his hands on her back.<br /> She felt treasured and protected, like she always had in his arms.<br /> "It's one of my favorite memories, too," he whispered as he let her go.<br /> She instantly felt alone again.<br /> To cover the overpowering loss, she wrapped her arms around herself and started walking again.<br /> "We have a lot of great memories," she said, not looking at him.<br /> "Yes, I know. I haven't really allowed myself to think about them lately. It seemed unfair." He sniffed and shook his head. "I hope someday you can forgive me, so I can remember all those great times without the guilt."<br /> "You don't have anything to feel guilty about, Ian."<br /> He nodded, but it was obvious he didn't agree with her; he just didn't want to argue.<br /> As promised, the red beverage came out for dinner.<br /> Ian made a show of marking down how many glasses she had on the notepad hanging on the refrigerator.<br /> "I'm cutting you off after three," he said as he helped her carry the dirty dishes to the sink and wash them.<br /> He was always a partner with household chores. When they were married, he was content to do laundry and dishes. He always said it saved time, so when she came home they could just relax. They still worked together in perfect synchronization.<br /> Soon they were done and sitting on the deck again, with beverage refill number three.<br /> As he sat next to Lexi on the deck, Ian tried to see things from her perspective. He couldn't comprehend what she had said on the way back from the lake that afternoon. How could she not hate him, much less not want him to feel guilty for leaving her?<br /> She was already hurting from the failed attempts to start a family, and he'd left her to deal with everything on her own. Not only had he hurt her but he'd kicked her while she was down. The divorce, the girlfriend? God, how could she even stand to be near him without stabbing him? Men had been stabbed for lesser offenses.<br /> It wasn't as if he remembered his wedding vows word for word, but he knew there had been a lot of promises of forever in them. Or at least until he died.<br /> Maybe that was it, though, the loophole that absolved him of this traitorous act.<br /> Ever since that afternoon when he'd closed the door at their home for the last time, he had felt dead inside. A shell of the man he was when he bent down beside that tree and held up the ring with hope in his eyes and love in his heart.	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1,938,721	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1938492}'	Yes	2024-07-26 19:18	active	1175	3592895410928115	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	I'm pregnant.<br /> I can't believe this. Josh and I are going to have a baby.<br /> But I didn't get a chance to tell him the news. He's gone.<br /> He's gone, and left me with our baby growing in my stomach.<br /> He left me.<br /> <br /> Four years later, on my friend’s wedding.<br /> "Who is the last groomsmen?" Rebecca asked clearly not seeing the look on my face.<br /> "Josh," Elena said the one name that made my world come crashing down.<br /> This is going to be a wonderful wedding.<br /> ___________<br /> It has officially been four years since Josh left me and all his friends and family here in San Diego. A lot has changed. My beautiful daughters, Brynlee Reese and Keegan Ryder, are now three years old. My dad died from brain cancer last year after battling long enough to see his granddaughters turn two. He loved them more than anything. It's been hard for us, especially my mom, but we're getting by. I graduated from the University of San Diego last year with a teaching degree in English, and am going on my second year of teaching at my old high school, Fremont High School. Jordyn, my 17 year old sister, is a junior there.<br /> Ever since my pregnancy, I've had help from my family, Josh's family, and our friends. I couldn't really hide Josh's daughters from his parents since the girls are their granddaughters, and they promised not to tell him. Let's just say that they weren't too pleased with how Josh left. I've tried to tell Josh about Brynlee and Keegan, but he doesn't answer any of my calls or I chickened out. Cory and Tyler have offered to tell him since he actually keeps in contact with them, along with his family, but I want him to hear it from me. Now, I think it's a little too late to tell him especially since he's happy on his own. He's off playing professional baseball for the New York Yankees while dating multiple girls, according to the gossip sites.<br /> Josh's sister, Delaney, got married last year at a destination wedding that only included close family members. I was invited since the girls are her nieces, but I declined the invitation knowing I would have to see him. She is now a pediatrician while her husband, Landon Gray, took over his father's oil company. My best friend, Elena Pratt, just graduated from nursing school and started her new job at the local hospital. She is also currently engaged to Tyler Stephens, Josh and I's best friend. They've been dating since our junior year of high school. Tyler works alongside Landon as the financial manager. Cory Sutton, Josh and I's other best friend, is now a gym teacher and baseball coach at Fremont High School. He was suppose to become a professional baseball player like Josh, but he suffered a serious shoulder injury which ended his playing days. Teaching was always his backup.<br /> The continuous jumping on my bed followed by loud giggles disturbed my sleep. My eyes fluttered open to see two toddlers wide awake.<br /> "Mommy!" Keegan screamed as she jumped onto me with the intention of a hug. Her knotted brown hair fell to the sides of her face as her big brown eyes gleamed with excitement. Brynlee continued jumping as her blonde hair bounced with her.<br /> "Good morning to you girlies too," I responded hugging Keegan as Brynlee cuddled to my side. "What do you girls want for breakfast?"<br /> "WAFFLES!" They both squealed jumping from the bed as they ran out of my bedroom. I then got up from the comfort of my bed sheets and put my fuzzy gray robe on over my pajamas that consisted of shorts and an old t-shirt. When I reached the kitchen, the girls were there digging the Eggo waffles out of the freezer.<br /> "Can you put the box on the counter for me?" I asked as I pulled out the toaster from one of the many cabinets. Keegan did as I told her and then ran to the living room with Brynlee following behind. She then turned on the TV to their favorite show, Doc McStuffins. I put three waffles into the toaster and waited for them to pop back out when they were done.<br /> Looking over at the girls brought back memories. I was absolutely shocked when I found out I was having twins.<br /> I laid down waiting for the doctor to enter while my mom sat in the nearby chair. I anxiously played with my long painted nails looking down at my small bump. Soon enough the doctor came into the room.<br /> "Hello, I'm Dr. Valente. You must be Sabrina and her mom," she greeted shaking my mom's hand then moving over to me. "Are we ready to see the little one?"<br /> I nodded my head as she instructed what to do before putting the gel on my stomach. She had the screen pointed towards her allowing me to only see the shocked expression on her face.<br /> "What's wrong?" I asked suddenly worried.<br /> "Nothing's wrong, but it looks like you're having twins." The minute the words came out of her mouth, my jaw dropped to the floor.<br /> I'm having two babies.<br /> The sudden sound of waffles popping out of the toaster brought me back to reality. I began to fix me and the girls a plate before calling them over to the dining table. As they scooped pieces of the waffle into their mouth, I got a text from Elena.<br /> Are you on your way??<br /> Yes but we might be a little late.<br /> I completely lost track of time and now we're going to be late for Elena's meeting with her wedding planner. Since I'm the maid of honor, she wants me there too.<br /> It's currently 10:25, and we have to be at her house at 10:30 which is a 7 minute drive. Great.<br /> "Girls, go brush your teeth and then come to your bedroom," I instructed grabbing the empty plates from the table and rinsing them off in the sink. They sprinted off to the bathroom while I went to pick out their outfits for today.<br /> I pulled two matching floral dresses from their closet as they came running in. I then grabbed their white converses and helped them get dressed.<br /> Once finished they ran to the living room where Doc McStuffins was still playing on the TV. While they were occupied, I ran over to my room to get myself dressed. I put on a simple black and white striped button up that was halfway tucked into light denim shorts. I then slipped on sandals before pulling my blonde hair into a high ponytail.<br /> After brushing my teeth and putting on my makeup, I got the girls out the apartment door and we headed to the car. I buckled them into their car seats and started the car. When Will My Life Begin from Tangled played non stop the whole car ride.<br /> We soon arrived to Elena and Tyler's house. Once Keegan was free from the buckles, she sprinted from where the car was parked on the driveway into Tyler's arms. As soon as he saw the car pull in, he slammed the door open ready to see his nieces. Brynlee, on the other hand, was fast asleep in her car seat. She stirred slightly when I picked her up, and then laid her head on my shoulder.<br /> "Is someone sleepy?" I asked in the voice you make when talking to a child. She then nodded with her eyes still closed making me chuckle.<br /> I entered into the house to see Elena and another woman sitting at the kitchen counter. They didn't notice me at first until Bryn let out a little yawn.<br /> "Hey Sab, this is Rebecca, my wedding planner. Rebecca, this is my best friend and maid of honor, Sabrina," Elena introduced. I smiled at the red-headed woman in front of me. Rebecca had to be in her mid-forties, but she was in incredible shape.<br /> "It's nice to meet," I greeted shaking her hand. "I need to lay this little one down somewhere so I'll be right back."<br /> I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room were Keegan and Tyler were both watching Peppa Pig. I set Bryn on the couch and she immediately cuddled into Tyler's side.<br /> "How's the little princess?" Ty asked cuddling her.<br /> "Sleepy," I answered. "Well I need to go back to your fianc茅e so make sure they don't injure themselves."<br /> "Are you still holding that against me?"<br /> "You dropped my daughter."<br /> "So what do we have so far?" I asked coming back into the kitchen after a small argument with Tyler. I won!<br /> "The color scheme is going to be burgundy and gold. We've also set the date for November 6 which is a Saturday," Elena answered as I sat in the chair next to her.<br /> "Now we'll discuss who's in the wedding and the smaller details like decorations," Rebecca directed. "So who all is in the wedding?"<br /> "Well we have both of our parents. Sabrina is my maid of honor. Tyler's best friend, Cory, is his best man. Our flower girls are Keegan and Brynlee, Sabrina's daughters. The ring bearer is Tyler's cousin, Nathan."<br /> "Okay, what about bridesmaids and groomsmen?"<br /> "For bridesmaids, I have Delaney, Angela, Kelly, Haley, and Jordyn," she listed. Delaney is Josh's sister which we are both really close to. Angela and Kelly are two soon-to-be nurses that Elena met at med school. Haley is her 14 year old sister while Jordyn is my sister.<br /> "For the groomsmen, there is Landon, Calum, Griffin, Scott, and..." her voice faded as she looked over at me with a worried look as I just gave her a confused look back. Landon is Delaney's husband and Tyler's boss/ friend. Calum is a buddy from college. Griffin is Tyler's 17 year old brother, and Scott is his 12 year old brother.<br /> Who else is there... wait.<br /> I immediately changed my confused expression to one of horror.<br /> "Who is the last groomsmen?" Rebecca asked clearly not seeing the look on my face.<br /> "Josh," Elena said the one name that made my world come crashing down.<br /> This is going to be a wonderful wedding.<br /> Josh's POV<br /> I was sitting on my tan couch looking at the muted TV in front of me as I waited for Tyler to answer his phone. Luckily, he answered on the third ring.<br /> "Hey man, shouldn't you being doing something baseball related?" He asked.<br /> "Hey," I greeted. "Today is my day off."<br /> "Ah, so why are you calling me at 8 in the morning on your day off? You should be sleeping in."<br /> "I guess I'm just use to waking up early," I lied knowing that I didn't even sleep last night. I mean how could I? This penthouse is quite lonely when you're actually in it. I'm barely ever here due to playing. When I am here I tend to think, and thinking leads to no sleep.<br /> Most of the time, I am out like a light when I hit my bed since training wore me out, but I wasn't necessarily tired.<br /> "We both know that's a lie. You didn't sleep last night did you?"<br /> He knows me too well.<br /> "Maybe."<br /> "Is it about Sabrina?" He asked already knowing the answer to that question. It's always about her. She's in my mind all the time. I like to use playing and partying as a way to forget about her, but it never works. I even try to get with other girls, but back out when it comes to taking them home. They're just not her.<br /> "Can we not talk about it?" I asked ready to change the subject. "What are you doing right now?"<br /> "It's 8 o'clock on a Monday morning. What do you think I'm doing?"<br /> "Sorry. Did I interrupt anything at work?" I cringe knowing I didn't even think about him possibly being busy.<br /> "Nah, I just got here," he said knowing I would feel guilty for interrupting something.<br /> "You're a jerk."<br /> "I know. Now why are you calling me?"<br /> "Can't I just say hi to my friend?"<br /> "Not when we literally talked last night about the wedding," he reminded. Last night, after the meeting with the wedding planner, he gave me the details of the date so I could work it out with my schedule. That also reminds me that I need to talk to Coach.<br /> "Fine," I gave in. "I just want to know how she is."<br /> "Sabrina is fine. Today is actually the first day of school."<br /> "Was she nervous?"<br /> "Why don't you ask her yourself?" These past few years, I've constantly asked Cory and Tyler how Sab was doing. They would get annoyed every once in a while, and they were pretty mad at me when I first left. I completely understand though. What I did was a bad move, but there's no way to take it back.<br /> "Because if I call her and hear her voice, I know I'm going to automatically get a plane ticket to San Diego."<br /> "You're going to have to see her at the wedding though."<br /> "I know."<br /> "Cory, if you don't hurry up, I'm leaving your hip here," I heard her growl out.<br /> Sabrina.<br /> The sound of her voice just hit me. It hasn't changed one bit, and man do I miss it.<br /> "Well I got to go. See you soon," he ended the call leaving me to think about her.<br /> I have exactly 2 weeks until I see her again, and I'm not sure if I'm completely ready.<br /> <br /> Sabrina's POV<br /> Now it's time for lunch, and I'm craving some Panera. Cory and I both have a lunch break now since we don't have classes during lunch period. I'm currently making my way toward the gym to meet with him so we can drive over to Panera Bread.<br /> "Cory, if you don't hurry up, I'm leaving your hip here," I practically yelled out after barging into his office.<br /> "Well I got to go. See you soon," Cory said into his phone making me realize that he was taking to someone.<br /> "Was that an important phone call?"<br /> "No, it was just Josh," he spoke.<br /> "What'd he want?" I said with a disgusted tone as we walked toward his car.<br /> "Just talking about the wedding."<br /> When we finally got to Panera, I jumped out of the car wanting nothing more than a good sandwich. With Cory following behind, I entered and stood in line ready to order.<br /> "Did he say when he was coming back? I need to prepare myself." I said worried of what would happen when he sees the girls or when I finally see him in person for the first time in four years.<br /> What if I blurt out that he's a father? What if he figures it out on his own?<br /> "He's coming September 10," Cory replied with a concerned face as I gave him one of horror.<br /> "That's not enough time."<br /> "Enough time for what?"<br /> "For me to change my name and leave the country."<br /> "Sabrina," he gave me a stern look. "I think it's time to tell him about Keegan and Brynlee. He deserves to know."<br /> "I know, and I'll try," I said. "If I don't tell him by the time he leaves then you have my permission to tell him yourself."<br /> <br /> Josh's POV<br /> I walked out of the gym with my shirt hanging over my shoulder, my water bottle in one hand, and my phone in the other. Before I made it to my car, a blonde girl stood in front of my door.<br /> "Hello, hot stuff," she greeted with a smirk and a wink.<br /> "Hi?" I questioned wondering who this woman is.<br /> "I'm Tiffany, and I was just about to go to the gym when I saw you," she explained.<br /> "You were about to go to the gym in jeans?" I asked taking in her outfit. Does she think I'm stupid?<br /> "Yeah-," she was cut off by the sound of my phone ringing. I looked down to see it was Cory calling.<br /> "I have to take this," I stated as she moved away from the door allowing me to get in my car. I immediately answered the phone while also starting the car.<br /> "Hey man, what's up?" I greeted as I pulled out of the parking lot leaving the girl standing there.<br /> "Nothing much. I actually need your help coming up with ideas for Tyler's bachelor party."<br /> "Well Tyler is a kid at heart, so I would definitely do something fun like a trampoline park or an amusement park," I responded as I heard loud squeals in the background. It's sounds like an actual child.<br /> "Hold on," he told me. "Keegan get down from the counter you're going to fall."<br /> Who's Keegan?<br /> "Okay, I'm back," he stated after a long pause filled with giggles. "A trampoline park sounds great."<br /> "Yeah," I agreed still confused. 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1,937,871	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-07-26 19:09	active	1174	447744648243779	School Supply Giveaway!	It's Back to School season! Join us to prepare for a smooth start to the new school year--it's not too late to enroll! Swing by campus to meet our teachers and receive school supplies. Start or finalize your enrollment paperwork with the help of our team. <br /> <br /> RSVP Today! <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Ftoledoprepacademy.org%2Fevents&h=AT3XEJ0x16CPLVTEEMqTmv3dEfK4BxoqtH6mioh7dQ4jK2HxUNB-l0InpVgejT4uDNHqp-Uv-rBQCMkOSzmMnPwwoLwO74IddqX2aciwCgCKZhI2x1nPvsw0L0aQ8RBWUiuGo88mzY0ORw" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">toledoprepacademy.org/events</a>	EVENT_RSVP	https://www.facebook.com/events/1935169200236432/	405744536933406	Toledo Preparatory Academy	https://facebook.com/ToledoPrepAcademy	616	1	468,489,946,142,919	2024-07-26 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	INTERESTED	Toledo Preparatory Academy	6612268334173	School Supply Giveaway!	NONE	event	It's Back to School season! Join us to prepare for a smooth start to the new school year--it's not too late to enroll! Swing by campus to meet our teachers and receive school supplies. Start or finalize your enrollment paperwork with the help of our team. RSVP Today! toledoprepacademy.org/events	https://www.facebook.com/events/1935169200236432/	2024-07-26 15:01	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/452948529_1199107657761816_717507664140535128_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=cu1Dk5dQHHYQ7kNvgHehLRb&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&gid=APw2n4ZgoCDE_MG3cdoVR7b&oh=00_AYDREt2QEbcGHUkbHM2Yl9wz_P6gDixwR8EE08VA0CdC3Q&oe=66AA1A65	person_profile			3	Toledo Preparatory Academy	2024-07-26 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,937,897	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-07-26 19:09	active	1174	1202451827736247	intelliapp.driverapponline.com	Want a chance to win $10,000? Join the C&W Trucking team!<br /> 📞 Call MiKayla at 309-277-8096<br /> 🌐 Apply Online: <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fintelliapp.driverapponline.com%2Fc%2Fcwtrucking&h=AT1I19d4V91XzKe8qwymwok-B4YOU5IS6yIE0E2ma9wmlLhHYQTCq6rlhCJTbABKOzTatkrB6z_xY-BLQLBSQzGw9WMnWb1zk-xikDqwdcwWxpcdZZS74D9EBTa9mpdx3cqxEYFCy3JBEN4mf1miI6SbhVs" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="async">https://intelliapp.driverapponline.com/c/cwtrucking</a><br /> <br /> We're looking for experienced truck drivers to join our team in southeast Pennsylvania and surrounding areas. If you have flatbed & conestoga experience and a background in handling coils, we want to hear from you!<br /> <br /> Why C&W Trucking? Enjoy biweekly home time to balance your work and home life, and get paid for ALL loaded and empty miles to get the most out of your time on the road. C&W Trucking prides itself on being a driver-focused, family-style company, and are consistently doing driver appreciation events all throughout the year. Join our team and you’ll automatically be entered into our Fall Festival giveaway, where one lucky driver will win $10,000!<br /> Don't miss out on this opportunity to join a growing company that values its drivers. Apply today and take the next step in your career with C&W Trucking!<br /> <br /> Must have 2 years verifiable Class-A driving experience<br /> 6 months verifiable flatbed/open deck experience required	LEARN_MORE	https://intelliapp.driverapponline.com/c/cwtruckin	1689149571395642	C & W Trucking, INC	https://facebook.com/cwtruckinginc	11,615	1	1,653,569,745,400,958	2024-07-26 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	Learn more	C & W Trucking, INC	120210684376690052	intelliapp.driverapponline.com	NONE	image		https://intelliapp.driverapponline.com/c/cwtrucking	2024-07-26 14:44	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/452711095_705846605020417_7186786610459072468_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=e9OxPsoTi58Q7kNvgGGhg_z&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&gid=AlCigW6NBPO8r_zGnhIHbBO&oh=00_AYBDjnDN3qzd0LQ1SIfBUhHEl8JJDBT5pTCUUbOmBi2YNA&oe=66AA180B	person_profile	C&W Trucking and Sons, Inc.	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453072882_7746012245447823_2505498717349764316_n.jpg?_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=bROLXuBT1XgQ7kNvgFsUmxT&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&gid=AlCigW6NBPO8r_zGnhIHbBO&oh=00_AYA41iYUOM4L_jWDXVMlCTH49nk7SkqUWNsoGIO2AMw1og&oe=66AA15B5	3	C & W Trucking, INC	2024-07-26 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,939,328	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-07-26 19:27	active	1177	441543248761895	😍Read the next chapters👉	It’s not the first time I received photos of my husband, Owen, cheating on me. After losing my parents, I was adopted by Owen’s family. I grew up with him. We were inexplicably attracted to each other but we dared not to admit it. Until that one crazy night... anyway we got married when we were both 22. Now, it’s been three years. But Owen had been acting very strange recently. These photos seemed to explain why... I had to confront him. “Owen?” I called out. “Owen, where are you?” He didn't answer. Owen was on the phone with his friend. As I was about to knock on the door, I overheard: “No, I don’t think I love her anymore.” Owen’s words gave me icy chills. “How could he say that?!” My heart was broken. Owen left without any explanation that night. When Owen came back he was very drunk. He started kissing me and called me Josie. I couldn’t believe what I heard… “Josie…? Were you with Josie?” I asked with panic in my voice. I couldn’t believe my husband cheated on me with my best friend. Life passed, I became more and more painful. I finally got divorced with Owen. I thought there would be no relationship between us. But the appearance of Raymond gave me fresh hope for love. Raymond was Owen’s uncle. He was only several years older, but very mature. He was tall, handsome and rich. He was one of the most attractive men I knew. After living in Australia for most of his life, he had come back 10 years ago to take over his family’s business. By now, he was the most successful CEO in the city. Although all women admired him, he remained single. I couldn’t believe such a wonderful man would confess to me. I didn’t know why he would fall in love with such an ordinary woman like me? He’s always there when I was in danger and even got injured when protecting me. But I can not accept him as his relationship with my ex-husband. Then the unexpected thing happened. My best friend set me up. When I woke up, I found myself under Raymond's sheet. “Don’t be scared, Noah.” “I’ll protect you.” “I’m willing to take responsibility.” “Noah, I love you.” His magnetic voice always lingered in my ears. Could I trust him? What will happen if I get involved in this forbidden relationship?	LEARN_MORE	https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12088&u	293322843875249	Random Reading	https://facebook.com/61560831098071	19	1	1,123,489,718,765,325	2024-06-23 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	Learn More	Random Reading	120209987788420281	redtgb.com	NONE	dco		https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12088&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}	2024-06-20 02:46	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/448761212_999988184491714_8141244835199273968_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=HQI5ZJwcctIQ7kNvgG_K3vw&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYBhtuyoZiZj-oUBdwxwUJXqaYdR6acGc_PxkfP5gHckIw&oe=66AA016D	person_profile	Random Reading	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/448601972_380896218335287_6625566083711609120_n.jpg?_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=7wTyYXzYpY0Q7kNvgEfuubW&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYC-BKBqYeI53gTczkF7upDZv-9MCognOxd_OdCKNuGcYQ&oe=66AA0992	3	Random Reading	2024-06-22 02:00	View Edit Delete

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