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Wooden Arch and Faux Plant | Wooden Arch and Faux Plant - $10.00<br /> <br /> Wooden Arch and Faux Plant<br /> Facebook Marketplace | CONTACT_US | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/101393262740 | 101229896182019 | Kelly Moretz Kingen | /marketplace/?seller_profile=1285654699 | 0 | 1 | 892,217,609,615,681 | 2024-07-31 02:00 | regular_page | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | Contact us | 0 | Kelly Moretz Kingen | 120211403873430524 | NONE | image | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/1013932627405660/ | 2024-07-31 15:05 | regular_page | 1 | Kelly Moretz Kingen | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453596131_375055702291000_6588080927646669800_n.jpg?_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=DVIo95h4ZoAQ7kNvgGTEEmN&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYCdjnjECmrGuvo2Y6PztWQlul6Kva1f85ZYmMWoC63R4Q&oe=66B08E2F | 1 | 3 | Kelly Moretz Kingen | 0 | 0 | 2024-07-31 02:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||
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The Family Foundation Solution: Raise Caring Kids | Are you a successful entrepreneur worried about raising entitled kids?<br /> <br /> What if there was a way to avoid entitled trust fund kids, build a family legacy, provide purpose to your family and slash personal tax bills by up to 60%?<br /> <br /> The best part? You could use government money to do all of the above! → <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fgo.realtomkelly.com%2Fapply&h=AT36PUqsl5BYoG7UFRj6F-8n8eXHKePqOlfH4FkEE-PTWM-U60GsbHUnM8-ypxxEAFsyVYz4Ci-OQFqHkb6PFfGDizkg6EchSKTXz1mQ9SSWlOvyyAFVQWvwGtSknl2aOxWUmJVFEgaIMg" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://go.realtomkelly.com/apply</a> <br /> <br /> Hey, I’m Tom Kelly. I built a $50 million tech company while raising over $500 million for over 250,000 non-profit organizations. <br /> <br /> I have 3 amazing children and I wanted them to understand the value of money and supporting causes, but I didn’t have an intentional way to do that.<br /> <br /> Of course, I had a typical trust setup, but I wanted to avoid raising trust-fund children who might squander it all.<br /> <br /> Having decades of experience in the non-profit sector, I approached my team, which consists of an army of lawyers, accountants, estate planners, and advisors, to see if there was something I could do as an entrepreneur that would give meaning to my wife, educate my children on money, support charitable causes, build generational wealth and legacy, and reduce our tax liability … <br /> <br /> And after years of planning, we discovered what I now call the “Functional Family Foundation” - a tool that the ultra-wealthy have used for generations to build a legacy while caring for their families and worthwhile causes.<br /> <br /> And we even figured out a way to slash personal taxes by up to 60% and use government money to fund the foundation.<br /> <br /> If raising caring children and building generational wealth and legacy are important to you, I invite you to watch a short video I created explaining this in more detail. If it resonates with you, we can schedule a call to see if and how this can work for you.<br /> <br /> Click here to learn more and schedule a call - <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fgo.realtomkelly.com%2Fapply&h=AT1MIf_w6d06MUS5aPZL7sjNefnax4Q368ytBCoOM-lIFBMbNhnQJr8eAEldQJ0oDfUJ7XSOFKNDssVBD_TWNYMbmoAQoVhGT-UWL2OS3E_K7m0Rqc5O3Y1CXhSRlFrDv3sykis-EqNzBg" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://go.realtomkelly.com/apply</a> | LEARN_MORE | https://go.realtomkelly.com/apply | 108060034959016 | Tom Kelly | https://facebook.com/realtomkelly | 15 | 1 | 853,526,172,970,882 | 2024-07-31 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | Tom Kelly | 120209702621910620 | go.realtomkelly.com | NONE | image | Best of all, this system works DESPITE capital gains challenges and legislation changes, AND all without putting dead-end trusts in place, turning your kids into trust fund brats, or giving away all your money without any oversight. | https://go.realtomkelly.com/apply | 2024-07-22 16:03 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/452291536_1515907045669416_3731406413820615173_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Vax7KGX3pl8Q7kNvgFyFh8U&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&gid=AxqBzhadgJyvui4nvscR87D&oh=00_AYAKQSoPZXPszqLHAMoJ2-1_pTGJ4IkTeuEvFZjRuvONVg&oe=66B0B99E | person_profile | 0 | Tom Kelly | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/452559105_454720017460376_5356955106305557152_n.jpg?_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=tjU0Jjh75jkQ7kNvgFToc1N&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&gid=AxqBzhadgJyvui4nvscR87D&oh=00_AYBMMKglNMd7x0POvBbcHeSSInR7Va7QByN8chDyUT0UIg&oe=66B0B218 | 0 | 3 | Tom Kelly | 0 | 0 | 2024-07-22 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-07-31 19:15 | active | 1197 | 0 | 1505881840014656 | You've Got A Lot Riding On Your Tires | For comprehensive tire sales and service, go to family-owned Southampton Towing and Recovery. We carry top tire brands – such as Dunlop, Goodyear, and Kelly – at competitive prices. New and used tire options are available. Over 30 years of industry experience. We offer flat tire repairs, tire rotations, expert wheel alignments, and more. | CONTACT_US | https://www.southamptontowingandrecovery.com/?useY | 116626981879833 | Southampton Towing | https://facebook.com/SouthamptonTowingandRecovery | 912 | 1 | 390,028,600,680,428 | 2024-07-31 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Contact us | 0 | Southampton Towing | 120209897159560785 | www.southamptontowingandrecovery.com | NONE | video | Local automotive shop established in 2005 | https://www.southamptontowingandrecovery.com/?useYB=4&cam=soc-tp-m254578-c891764-g2986060- | 2024-07-25 23:04 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/452855813_845725493764256_9173342486980941020_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=331h-bUWLm0Q7kNvgFF9pLK&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&gid=AB7sEBr8twynAUL_63j_Gc7&oh=00_AYBSPARVDYZ8yP6gJN_r-f-tW0kMrM1PQEk2JXhgd9P20w&oe=66B0B0F5 | person_profile | 0 | Southampton Towing | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/452695776_1661621051341045_4076034891657093804_n.jpg?_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=DwGXr4Vfa8AQ7kNvgEb6VEl&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&gid=AB7sEBr8twynAUL_63j_Gc7&oh=00_AYDw6HGqwgSBzyW7QtHV8F3lkVv2097grW4sjK_GKpqT2A&oe=66B0B462 | 0 | 3 | Southampton Towing | 0 | 0 | 2024-07-31 02:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||
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Channel Letters | Channel Letters - $1.00<br /> <br /> Channel Letter Signs<br /> 3D Channel Signs<br /> Monument Signs<br /> Lobby/Receptions Signs<br /> Illuminated Channel Signs<br /> Pylon/Pole Signs<br /> Front Lit<br /> Reverse Lit<br /> Front/Back Lit<br /> <br /> CA Licensed Contractor<br /> <br /> Call or Text 800.393.6802<br /> Facebook Marketplace | CONTACT_US | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/710052072338 | 373502832516162 | Kelly Chase | /marketplace/?seller_profile=61562738073117 | 0 | 1 | 489,926,093,625,010 | 2024-07-31 02:00 | regular_page | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | Contact us | 0 | Kelly Chase | 120209043031990284 | NONE | image | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/7100520723384854/ | 2024-07-31 13:27 | regular_page | 1 | Kelly Chase | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453246597_479539551374721_6864551913008648992_n.jpg?_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=CGdyMqfSrUwQ7kNvgHLwmzD&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&gid=AVc-EHm_ou2OcAOcnugobFB&oh=00_AYCRBZZjcewYW_puzqE6M6RNetCIHZhHTus66LV3VuDYlQ&oe=66B09FAA | 0 | 3 | Kelly Chase | 0 | 0 | 2024-07-31 02:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||
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Behavior Consultations - | Did you know there are virtual options for dog training? <br /> <br /> Virtual training can have significant benefits, and has allowed me to help clients from other parts of the country! <br /> Get started: <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fpawsabilitiesmn.com%2Fprivate-lessons%2Fbehavior-consultations%2F&h=AT2Uw7mkMZm0VwOj443tmpmWax0I7e5DYLXvlhy6-A2glT2t9BlLeLZ7N--NaRXt4eju6nIG4--boHaoLHHssfyG6A45PigCEHm5QE3v7cTlL-PIlqvJX9GBvq17-2IgekYprQ9Lktpqpw" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://pawsabilitiesmn.com/private-lessons/behavior-consultations/</a> | LEARN_MORE | https://pawsabilitiesmn.com/private-lessons/behavi | 103115431244562 | Dog Training with Katie Kelly | https://facebook.com/100078290091209 | 340 | 1 | 1,052,002,526,519,812 | 2024-07-31 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | Dog Training with Katie Kelly | 6603126929140 | pawsabilitiesmn.com | NONE | image | Katie Kelly, BA CBCC-KA CPDT-KA ABCDT FDM Katie began her dog training career in 2009 becoming certified as a dog trainer through Animal Behavior College, and has continued to earn additional titles as a Certified Professional Dog Trainer and Certified Behavior Consultant through the Certification C... | https://pawsabilitiesmn.com/private-lessons/behavior-consultations/ | 2024-07-31 13:09 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453528054_467965752674938_3899435125733131424_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=-WyEiMGlwbcQ7kNvgHUwJGA&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&gid=ArVFMJE-vabk6riE0FprRSr&oh=00_AYBDBRNmlm1t5wXf5sM4rwPf1vprhMnZSn9iwif_VPj4zw&oe=66B0BBCA | person_profile | 0 | 0 | 3 | Dog Training with Katie Kelly | 0 | 0 | 2024-07-31 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||
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Hip Hop Divas Drag Brunch- Palm Springs | Get ready for a Hip Hop Drag Brunch! | EVENT_RSVP | https://www.facebook.com/events/1252913736091477 | 211337282314196 | Flip Phone | https://facebook.com/FlipPhone | 37,251 | 1 | 1,186,805,282,518,742 | 2024-07-31 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | INTERESTED | 0 | Flip Phone | 6647699572483 | Hip Hop Divas Drag Brunch- Palm Springs | NONE | event | Cardi. Megan. Doja. Ice. Get ready for a drag brunch devoted to your favorite rap and hip hop artists. You'll be rapping and singing along. Starring Epiphany Kali (Host) Featuring Aura Mayari (RuPaul's Drag Race), Jasmine Masters (RuPaul's Drag Race), and Kelly K Doll 21+ All guests must purchase an entree. No refunds | https://www.facebook.com/events/1252913736091477 | 2024-07-31 12:19 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453415693_1541603713438504_3149743515913465843_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=IE5QjqRB0pkQ7kNvgEOToyM&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&gid=AoGPeAzXWlXwCbFboUKsM4o&oh=00_AYCxDkS7NrMonTo4UNNl1uwGdYUrDrb-pGzle8MJ1wNCzA&oe=66B0B830 | person_profile | 0 | Flipphone | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453600408_1019251536238595_1925605802901710016_n.jpg?_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=4iyLDPo1pigQ7kNvgFwWZxx&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&gid=AoGPeAzXWlXwCbFboUKsM4o&oh=00_AYAKAp79FQ10-54O26YiOA443V4faOqew4vYxTak3Jk1_Q&oe=66B09C23 | 0 | 3 | Flip Phone | 0 | 0 | 2024-07-31 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-07-31 19:15 | active | 1197 | 0 | 1033405495063627 | 🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻 | My husband confessed that he had an affair with my assistant.<br /> "I've been seeing her for the last few months, and –"<br /> "Wait, say that again?" I stammered.<br /> "Cammy, I'm sorry,It just happened. All the stress around us trying - and failing - to have a baby," he said. "And well, I needed to feel like a man again, I guess. I don't expect you to understand, but this has nothing to do with you."<br /> "Having a baby was your idea, Stephen," I scoffed. "You were the one so adamant that we get pregnant right away. It was you that pressured me into going off birth control so your parents would get to meet your children before they passed."<br /> "Yeah, I know. I know," he said softly. "Its just intercourse got to be rather boring, you know? Monotonous. It was like we were just mechanical and clinical about trying to get pregnant and it took some of the fun and pleasure out of it."<br /> I stared at him, slack-jawed, and fought the urge to smack out of him. I was better than that. I wouldn't let my anger get the best of me, no matter how much of a jerk he was being right now.<br /> "Okay, so why are you telling me this now?" I asked. "Did you end things with her?"<br /> "No, in fact –" he took a deep breath and looked away, "Jessica is pregnant with my child, Camille. It's obvious now why we were having problems. It wasn't me – it was you. I know it sounds harsh, but I can't be with someone who can't give me children. No matter how much I love you."<br /> Tears welled up in my eyes, and this time, it was my turn to look out the window and away from him. I couldn't stand to look at him, knowing that for months now, he'd been sleeping with my former assistant and friend behind my back. Knowing that he thought there was something wrong with me because he'd been able to knock her up.<br /> "Get out," I said.<br /> My voice didn't crack, and I sounded firm. In control. Good for me.<br /> "What? We still have to meet with –" <br /> "I said, get out. I can't be in the same room with you right now."<br /> ————————<br /> Camille<br /> I tapped my nails against the desk and stared at the clock, my insides roiling. Fifteen minutes late and counting. Stephen wasn't usually one to keep people waiting, which was upsetting enough. But he wasn't answering his phone or responding to my texts either, which only upset – and worried – me further.<br /> I smiled politely at his team, Ricardo, and Tracey, sitting across from me. This was originally his meeting to run, not mine. The fact that he wasn't there left me feeling put on the spot and more than a little uncomfortable.<br /> Stephen Doyle was my fiancé' and partner in Zesta Creative Design. He was the financial guru who handled the tedious details that allowed me to focus on the fun stuff. Ricardo and Tracey were interns from the local university, both majoring in finance and accounting like my darling beau, and together, we were supposed to go over the position and their responsibilities.<br /> However, given Stephen's absence, it appeared that I'd be handling the meeting alone.<br /> I'd turned my face back to the handbook, when the door opened, and my fiancé' stepped through, looking frazzled. His sandy blonde hair, which he kept trimmed short to his head with just a little length on top, was standing on end as if he hadn't bothered to brush it that morning. His eyes were tired, but there was a sparkle in them as if whatever kept him up late last night had been worth it. He'd canceled our date without an explanation, so I had no idea what could have gotten him so excited this morning.<br /> Stephen was a strapping, good-looking man. A former quarterback in college, where we met, he looked like he could step onto the field even today. Usually, he wore designer suits and dressed to perfection, looking every bit the part of CFO. Today, however, he was wearing a button-up shirt and jeans. I cocked an eyebrow as he joined me at the conference table.<br /> "Sorry," he said. "I had something come up at the last minute."<br /> He was smiling wide, but he wouldn't look at me. He kept resisting my gaze, instead of delving into the handbook and reading the exact same page I'd just finished up.<br /> "Would you two give us a minute?" I asked.<br /> The interns nodded and slipped out of the room, almost seeming grateful to have an out – if only for a few minutes. Maybe they knew something was up, that the world was about to come crashing down around me and wanted to get outside the blast radius. Or maybe I was just being paranoid. Either way, they scurried out of the conference room like their hair was on fire and waited outside the door.<br /> "Stephen? Is everything okay?" I asked.<br /> "MmmHmm," he said, finally meeting my eyes.<br /> When he did though, the smile on his face disappeared completely. The look in his eyes was guarded, and his expression was suddenly colder than the Arctic tundra.<br /> "Should we really be having this conversation here, Cam?" he asked.<br /> I shrugged and put my pen down on the table, leaning back in my chair. "You tell me? You're the one who canceled last night, without an excuse," I said. "And today, you're twenty minutes late to your own meeting. I think I have a right to ask you what's going on. If not as your fiancé', then at least as your business partner."<br /> He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "I would rather have this discussion in private."<br /> "We're alone. No one can hear us through the door," I said.<br /> My voice started to crack. Over the last year or so, things had grown tense in our relationship. Okay, perhaps a bit more than tense. There was a tension between us that seemed to be growing by the day. His sister had popped out baby number three and Stephen was eager to get started on our family, even though our wedding wasn't scheduled until later in the year.<br /> We figured it couldn't hurt to get started though, so I went off all birth control and figured we'd be pregnant in no time. There we were though, ten months later, and still no pregnancy. I knew it stressed him out, and he'd started distancing himself from me. Maybe I was just being overly sensitive, but it felt like he thought I was broken, or somehow, less than a woman for not being able to conceive.<br /> "Fine," he grumbled. "Do youremember Jessica?"<br /> "Jessica Harvey? Yeah, of course. She was my assistant for years," I said.<br /> Jessica had quit our company out of the blue about three months back. It was completely unexpected, and I was still reeling from the shock of losing someone I'd counted on for years, someone I'd considered a friend for so long. We didn't talk much anymore. I tried to get together for coffee dates now and then, just to keep up with her. She was always too busy though – or was just avoiding me, I feared. I wanted to ask her what I'd done wrong, but she'd ghosted me, and that's where we were at.<br /> "Yeah, well, there's something you need to know," Stephen said. He looked out the large, glass window out to the sprawling city of Los Angeles below. "I've been seeing her for the last few months, and –"<br /> "Wait, say that again?" I stammered.<br /> My chest tightened, and a cold chill swept through my body. I didn't believe my ears. Not at first. As I stared at him, looked deep into his eyes though, I came to see the truth. <br /> "Cammy, I'm sorry," Stephen said.<br /> His voice didn't sound all that sorry, though. He shrugged and threw his hands in their air. He acted like this was somehow my fault. As if I'd somehow driven him into her arms. Into her bed.<br /> "It just happened. All the stress around us trying - and failing - to have a baby," he said. "And well, I needed to feel like a man again, I guess. I don't expect you to understand, but this has nothing to do with you."<br /> "Having a baby was your idea, Stephen," I scoffed. "You were the one so adamant that we get pregnant right away. It was you that pressured me into going off birth control so your parents would get to meet your children before they passed."<br /> "Yeah, I know. I know," he said softly. "Its just intercourse got to be rather boring, you know? Monotonous. It was like we were just mechanical and clinical about trying to get pregnant and it took some of the fun and pleasure out of it."<br /> I stared at him, slack-jawed, and fought the urge to smack out of him. I was better than that. I wouldn't let my anger get the best of me, no matter how much of a jerk he was being right now.<br /> "Okay, so why are you telling me this now?" I asked. "Did you end things with her?"<br /> "No, in fact –" he took a deep breath and looked away, "Jessica is pregnant with my child, Camille. It's obvious now why we were having problems. It wasn't me – it was you. I know it sounds harsh, but I can't be with someone who can't give me children. No matter how much I love you."<br /> Tears welled up in my eyes, and this time, it was my turn to look out the window and away from him. I couldn't stand to look at him, knowing that for months now, he'd been sleeping with my former assistant and friend behind my back. Knowing that he thought there was something wrong with me because he'd been able to knock her up.<br /> "Get out," I said.<br /> My voice didn't crack, and I sounded firm. In control. Good for me.<br /> "What? We still have to meet with –" <br /> "I said, get out. I can't be in the same room with you right now."<br /> "Camille, we have a business to run together," he argued.<br /> I wiped at my eyes, not allowing the tears to fall. I knew he was right. This company was initially mine, but he'd invested a lot of his own money over the years. Like it or not, we'd have to find a way to work together, at least until I could figure something else out. There was no way I was going to be tied to this man for the rest of my life.<br /> "Fine," I mumbled.<br /> I packed my things up and put it all into my briefcase as calmly as I could. I was trembling, but I didn't think Stephen could tell. I hoped not. I needed to appear calm and in control of myself. I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of seeing me fall apart.<br /> "You can meet with your interns alone," I said. "I'll make myself scarce, and we can talk about the company later."<br /> "You're handling this better than I thought you would, Cam," he said.<br /> For a second, I thought I heard the regret in his voice. Like on some level, he realized what a prick he was being and felt bad. Even if I had though, what good would it do now? The damage was done, and this was one bell that could not be un-rung.<br /> I glared at him. I wanted to scream at him, to tell him what a junk he was. I wanted to lash out. What would that accomplish other than make me look like an unhinged psycho, though? My head was spinning, and I couldn't think straight. Better to cool off before I said or did something I'd regret later. Like he said, we still had a business to run together, and like it or not, we'd have to work together for the good of Zesta. At least, for now.<br /> "For what it's worth, Cam," Stephen said, his voice soft and filled with emotion. "I'm sorry you're broken. I know how much you wanted to have children of your own, and this can't be easy to hear."<br /> I clutched my briefcase to my chest, keeping my hands busy instead of using them to show Stephen how I really felt about him. A homicide charge for strangling the life out of him probably wouldn't be a good look for the company. I didn't say another word though, and slipped out of the conference room, coming face to face with the interns who looked at me, puzzled expressions on their faces.<br /> "Stephen is going to take over from here. I have somewhere I need to be," I lied.<br /> I held my head up high and smiled politely at Ricardo and Tracey as I held the door open for them. Tracey gave me a look, her eyes filled with concern, but then looked away quickly. Ricardo seemed oblivious, ducking into the room and shaking hands with my fiancé' – scratch that, my ex-fiancé.'<br /> I shut the door behind them and hurried down the hall to my office, avoiding eye contact with everyone as I passed. I walked briskly past the cubicles of our employees until I got to the end of the hall, to my corner office, and slunk inside, falling against the door as I closed it behind me.<br /> As soon as I was alone, I didn't have to keep my composure. I let it all out. I slid to the floor and held my knees to my chest. The tears came hard and fast, but there was more than just sadness over the relationship ending – I was pissed about the betrayal. Grief and rage flooded my body in equal measure.<br /> ---<br /> "Complete jackass," my friend agreed. "And you really think this Jessica bimbo is pregnant with his kid? Pfft, I'm pretty sure he's the one shooting blanks."<br /> "You think so?"<br /> My voice cracked a bit at the question. I put my glass down on the table and smoothed out my skirt, focusing on my hands instead of Liv. While I could agree that the entire situation was all kinds of screwed up, I still wasn't sure if I believed him about me being unable to have kids or not. I was leaning toward him being right, simply because it made sense. Because somehow, somewhere deep down, I figured this was somehow my fault.<br /> "I think his side piece has a side piece of her own," Liv said, flagging down the waiter. "And seriously, what better revenge would there be than him realizing she's sleeping around on him and then finding out you can really have kids after all, huh?"<br /> "I suppose," I said, shrugging.<br /> "You suppose?" Liv asked as the waiter poured us more water. "Wouldn't you love to wipe that smug look off his face and tell him that he's the one who's broken?"<br /> "Well, yeah, but I don't think that's the case, Liv," I said grumpily.<br /> "Aren't you a Negative Nelly?" Liv said, rolling her eyes. When I didn't say anything, she sighed and added, "Just humor me, alright?"<br /> "Fine," I said, shrugging. "I guess I have nothing to lose."<br /> Well, except for all my dreams of one day having a child with a man I loved, sure, but since I already figured that was the case, it wasn't like I'd be getting any worse news.<br /> At least I hoped not.<br /> I didn't think I could take any more.<br /> ---<br /> Preston<br /> Dr. Preston Winters , M.D. The name plate had been added to the door recently. It was a matte silver with black lettering. Simple and yet, classy. I was the newest doctor to be brought on at the Hollywood Hills Women's and Children Center, and seeing my name officially listed on the office door was thrilling. A dream come true for someone who wasn't even sure they'd survive medical school, much less my residency. Getting to this point in my career had been harder than I ever imagined it to be, but I couldn't have asked for a better clinic to start with.<br /> Our receptionist, Kelly, was sitting at the front desk when I entered. She smiled politely at me, pushing her glasses up higher on her nose.<br /> "Good morning, Miss Temple," I said, stepping through the door and into the back.<br /> "Good morning, Dr. Winters. Looks like you have a full day today," Kelly said, scanning the appointment calendar in the computer with a furrowed brow. "Looks like you're taking a few of Dr. Garcia's patients today, her son is sick."<br /> "Not a problem. That's why they brought me on," I said.<br /> "Your first patient will be here right at nine," she said. "She requested the earliest possible appointment with Dr. Garcia."<br /> "Shouldn't be a problem," I said, continuing down the hall toward my office.<br /> My personal office was already coming together. Several bookshelves filled with medical journals sat behind a large oak desk. The obligatory diploma and a few personal pictures hung on the pale blue walls. I sat down at my desk, which had several photos on top as well. One photograph of my mom was prominent, a reminder of why I'd gone into this field in the first place. My other reminder was in another frame beside her photo. It was of a little boy wearing a soccer uniform and shooting the camera a gap-toothed grin. He had his mother's large, brown eyes, but my family's naturally tanned complexion and sandy blonde hair.<br /> There was a knock at my door, pulling me out of my brief reverie.<br /> "Yes?"<br /> One of the nurses, Paola, popped her head in and said, "Sorry to bother you, but your first patient is here and keeps asking when Dr. Garcia will see her. Says she has to be back at work by ten-thirty, at the latest."<br /> "I'll be right there," I said, chuckling to myself.<br /> So many people schedule doctor's appointments, expecting to be in and out in an hour or less like this was some cheap fast-food joint. We catered to a higher-end clientele, meaning many of the people were impatient and entitled. It came with the territory there in Hollywood Hills, I supposed.<br /> Since I was taking on Dr. Garcia's patients at the last minute, I hadn't had a chance to look over the patient's file. I was walking in blind, essentially. I followed Paolo to the room, and before I entered, she handed me the file on her. I glanced down, started to read through it when the door opened.<br /> "Hello? I really need to –" <br /> Big, sparkling, sapphire blue eyes stared back at me, and they grew wider once she saw me stepping through the door. Couldn't say I wasn't a little bit surprised myself.<br /> I couldn't help but note the mahogany curls and how they fell just perfectly over her cool, pale skin, gently touching her freckled shoulders – shoulders that were undressed thanks to the sleeveless pink sundress she was wearing. Looking into her face, I realized I knew her from somewhere. I couldn't place it right away, but I'd seen that face somewhere before. We handled a lot of celebrities, and she was definitely attractive enough to be a model or actress, but I wasn't sure that was it.<br /> I looked down at the name on file. "Camille O'Hare? Is that –" <br /> "Preston? Preston Winters, is that you?" she stammered.<br /> "Yeah, that's me," I said and smiled.<br /> When I heard her speak, the pieces fell into place, and I knew where I knew her from. High school. A long time ago in a galaxy far away. There was no mistaking her though.<br /> "No offense, but where's Dr. Garcia?" Camille asked, looking past me at Paola, who still stood in the doorway.<br /> "Apparently, I'm Dr. Garcia today," I said, giving my old high school friend the once over.<br /> Camille looked good. It was an unprofessional thought, but one I couldn't shake. I almost didn't recognize her.<br /> "Glad to see you still remember me," I said.<br /> Paola stepped away to help another patient, and I walked into Camille's room, opening her file on the table and reading through it. I closed the door behind us when Camille stepped back inside, her jaw nearly on the floor.<br /> "So, you really did it, huh?" she asked.<br /> She flopped up on the examining room table, her arms crossed in front of her. She was smiling, though a bit tense. But I took the smile as a good sign.<br /> "You made it through medical school," she said.<br /> "Either that or I'm really good at faking it," I teased, turning to face her, mirroring how she folded her arms in front of her chest.<br /> I had a hard time concealing my amazement at the transformation. Camille had changed a lot since high school. Her porcelain skin was clear and smoother than it had ever been back then. Her hair was a tad darker with some highlights in it now, and longer too. She used to keep her hair cut short, but the length did wonders for bringing out the soft features of her perfectly oval face.<br /> "As you can tell, I'm not Dr. Garcia," I said. "She had a family issue and won't be in today. But if you'd like to reschedule and wait for her, we can arrange it." <br /> She bit her bottom lip and looked away. I could tell she was considering it. Not that I blamed her, given our past. Instead of answering my question outright, she smiled at me softly.<br /> "You look good, Preston," she said. "I know it's been what, ten years? But I'm glad to see you're doing well."<br /> "You seem to be doing well too," I said, forcing myself to maintain eye contact with her.<br /> Camille's dress showed off some ample cleavage, and I was having a hard time not admiring it. I'm a professional. I couldn't have made it this far if I checked out my patients like a pervert. It was difficult though because I am still a man, and Camille was different.<br /> "Paola mentioned you were in a hurry to get back to work so I won't take too much of your time," I said. "If you'd like to reschedule, we can arrange for you to see Dr. Garcia another time."<br /> "I can't reschedule," she sighed. "There are no other doctors here today?"<br /> "No, I'm afraid not," I said. "It's just me at the moment."<br /> She took a deep breath, and the smile that had been on her face earlier fell as she stared at her hands. She picked at her perfectly manicured nails as if the nail polish was chipping, but she was only fidgeting. She looked tense and uncomfortable.<br /> "I mean, I guess it's been ten years or so since we –" she cut herself off, clearing her throat before continuing, "I think it'll be fine. You're a professional, after all."<br /> "Of course," I said, my voice softening. "I take my job very seriously, and what happened in our past will stay in the past, Camille."<br /> She turned her face up and met my gaze. In her eyes, I saw so much pain. I was taken aback at first, assuming that look was because of me, but then she wiped at her eyes and shook her head.<br /> "I'm here because my fiancé – err, my ex-fiancé – believes I can't have children."<br /> I pulled out her file, read through some of the notes from her past visits.<br /> "Have you seen a fertility specialist before?" I asked.<br /> She shook her head, and again, she looked away. "No, but we've been trying for well over a year, and there's been no luck."<br /> "You know it takes two to make a baby, right?" I asked. "It very well could be –" <br /> "He apparently got another woman pregnant pretty recently."<br /> "Oh," I said, closing the file.<br /> I figured that this went deeper than her medical history anyway. Her blue eyes were wide and filled with fear as she looked to me for answers. Being in this field, I often worked with women worried about their fertility. She wouldn't be the first woman I'd seen who was fearful about her chances of ever having a baby. She just so happened to be first who'd admitted such personal details as to why she believed she was the problem.<br /> "You'd been trying for a year, no birth control?" I asked.<br /> "I was never on the pill, I used non-hormonal methods. No hormones to wean myself off of, I thought I'd get pregnant pretty easily, but –" she stammered, taking a deep breath and seeming to gather her composure before speaking again, "but obviously that hasn't happened. As you should be able to see in my history, my periods have never been regular, and while I've never been diagnosed officially, Dr. Garcia suspected I might suffer from ovarian cysts."<br /> I opened the file again and looked through the notes, studying them a little more in depth. There was one little note mentioning some discomfort and cramping from a few months back, which could be cysts, or it could have been cramps.<br /> "Is there something we can do, Preston?" she asked.pregnating her and proving that prick ex of hers wrong caused a tightness low in my groin. Or maybe, just the idea of being with her again was causing it. Either way, blood rushed down my body, forcing me to turn away from Camille, afraid she'd notice my reaction.<br /> "Well, I will complete an exam, and we can run some tests," I said and cleared my throat.<br /> I cursed at my lower body as I pretended to read through her file some more, waiting for my shaft to get the message that this wasn't the time or place for such antics. As soon as I felt my body listening to me, I turned back around and gave her what I hoped was a comforting smile.<br /> "Do you mind lying down for me?" 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Yes | 2024-07-31 19:15 | active | 1197 | 0 | 900190052129427 | 🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻 | My husband confessed that he had an affair with my assistant.<br /> "I've been seeing her for the last few months, and –"<br /> "Wait, say that again?" I stammered.<br /> "Cammy, I'm sorry,It just happened. All the stress around us trying - and failing - to have a baby," he said. "And well, I needed to feel like a man again, I guess. I don't expect you to understand, but this has nothing to do with you."<br /> "Having a baby was your idea, Stephen," I scoffed. "You were the one so adamant that we get pregnant right away. It was you that pressured me into going off birth control so your parents would get to meet your children before they passed."<br /> "Yeah, I know. I know," he said softly. "Its just intercourse got to be rather boring, you know? Monotonous. It was like we were just mechanical and clinical about trying to get pregnant and it took some of the fun and pleasure out of it."<br /> I stared at him, slack-jawed, and fought the urge to smack out of him. I was better than that. I wouldn't let my anger get the best of me, no matter how much of a jerk he was being right now.<br /> "Okay, so why are you telling me this now?" I asked. "Did you end things with her?"<br /> "No, in fact –" he took a deep breath and looked away, "Jessica is pregnant with my child, Camille. It's obvious now why we were having problems. It wasn't me – it was you. I know it sounds harsh, but I can't be with someone who can't give me children. No matter how much I love you."<br /> Tears welled up in my eyes, and this time, it was my turn to look out the window and away from him. I couldn't stand to look at him, knowing that for months now, he'd been sleeping with my former assistant and friend behind my back. Knowing that he thought there was something wrong with me because he'd been able to knock her up.<br /> "Get out," I said.<br /> My voice didn't crack, and I sounded firm. In control. Good for me.<br /> "What? We still have to meet with –" <br /> "I said, get out. I can't be in the same room with you right now."<br /> ————————<br /> Camille<br /> I tapped my nails against the desk and stared at the clock, my insides roiling. Fifteen minutes late and counting. Stephen wasn't usually one to keep people waiting, which was upsetting enough. But he wasn't answering his phone or responding to my texts either, which only upset – and worried – me further.<br /> I smiled politely at his team, Ricardo, and Tracey, sitting across from me. This was originally his meeting to run, not mine. The fact that he wasn't there left me feeling put on the spot and more than a little uncomfortable.<br /> Stephen Doyle was my fiancé' and partner in Zesta Creative Design. He was the financial guru who handled the tedious details that allowed me to focus on the fun stuff. Ricardo and Tracey were interns from the local university, both majoring in finance and accounting like my darling beau, and together, we were supposed to go over the position and their responsibilities.<br /> However, given Stephen's absence, it appeared that I'd be handling the meeting alone.<br /> I'd turned my face back to the handbook, when the door opened, and my fiancé' stepped through, looking frazzled. His sandy blonde hair, which he kept trimmed short to his head with just a little length on top, was standing on end as if he hadn't bothered to brush it that morning. His eyes were tired, but there was a sparkle in them as if whatever kept him up late last night had been worth it. He'd canceled our date without an explanation, so I had no idea what could have gotten him so excited this morning.<br /> Stephen was a strapping, good-looking man. A former quarterback in college, where we met, he looked like he could step onto the field even today. Usually, he wore designer suits and dressed to perfection, looking every bit the part of CFO. Today, however, he was wearing a button-up shirt and jeans. I cocked an eyebrow as he joined me at the conference table.<br /> "Sorry," he said. "I had something come up at the last minute."<br /> He was smiling wide, but he wouldn't look at me. He kept resisting my gaze, instead of delving into the handbook and reading the exact same page I'd just finished up.<br /> "Would you two give us a minute?" I asked.<br /> The interns nodded and slipped out of the room, almost seeming grateful to have an out – if only for a few minutes. Maybe they knew something was up, that the world was about to come crashing down around me and wanted to get outside the blast radius. Or maybe I was just being paranoid. Either way, they scurried out of the conference room like their hair was on fire and waited outside the door.<br /> "Stephen? Is everything okay?" I asked.<br /> "MmmHmm," he said, finally meeting my eyes.<br /> When he did though, the smile on his face disappeared completely. The look in his eyes was guarded, and his expression was suddenly colder than the Arctic tundra.<br /> "Should we really be having this conversation here, Cam?" he asked.<br /> I shrugged and put my pen down on the table, leaning back in my chair. "You tell me? You're the one who canceled last night, without an excuse," I said. "And today, you're twenty minutes late to your own meeting. I think I have a right to ask you what's going on. If not as your fiancé', then at least as your business partner."<br /> He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "I would rather have this discussion in private."<br /> "We're alone. No one can hear us through the door," I said.<br /> My voice started to crack. Over the last year or so, things had grown tense in our relationship. Okay, perhaps a bit more than tense. There was a tension between us that seemed to be growing by the day. His sister had popped out baby number three and Stephen was eager to get started on our family, even though our wedding wasn't scheduled until later in the year.<br /> We figured it couldn't hurt to get started though, so I went off all birth control and figured we'd be pregnant in no time. There we were though, ten months later, and still no pregnancy. I knew it stressed him out, and he'd started distancing himself from me. Maybe I was just being overly sensitive, but it felt like he thought I was broken, or somehow, less than a woman for not being able to conceive.<br /> "Fine," he grumbled. "Do youremember Jessica?"<br /> "Jessica Harvey? Yeah, of course. She was my assistant for years," I said.<br /> Jessica had quit our company out of the blue about three months back. It was completely unexpected, and I was still reeling from the shock of losing someone I'd counted on for years, someone I'd considered a friend for so long. We didn't talk much anymore. I tried to get together for coffee dates now and then, just to keep up with her. She was always too busy though – or was just avoiding me, I feared. I wanted to ask her what I'd done wrong, but she'd ghosted me, and that's where we were at.<br /> "Yeah, well, there's something you need to know," Stephen said. He looked out the large, glass window out to the sprawling city of Los Angeles below. "I've been seeing her for the last few months, and –"<br /> "Wait, say that again?" I stammered.<br /> My chest tightened, and a cold chill swept through my body. I didn't believe my ears. Not at first. As I stared at him, looked deep into his eyes though, I came to see the truth. <br /> "Cammy, I'm sorry," Stephen said.<br /> His voice didn't sound all that sorry, though. He shrugged and threw his hands in their air. He acted like this was somehow my fault. As if I'd somehow driven him into her arms. Into her bed.<br /> "It just happened. All the stress around us trying - and failing - to have a baby," he said. "And well, I needed to feel like a man again, I guess. I don't expect you to understand, but this has nothing to do with you."<br /> "Having a baby was your idea, Stephen," I scoffed. "You were the one so adamant that we get pregnant right away. It was you that pressured me into going off birth control so your parents would get to meet your children before they passed."<br /> "Yeah, I know. I know," he said softly. "Its just intercourse got to be rather boring, you know? Monotonous. It was like we were just mechanical and clinical about trying to get pregnant and it took some of the fun and pleasure out of it."<br /> I stared at him, slack-jawed, and fought the urge to smack out of him. I was better than that. I wouldn't let my anger get the best of me, no matter how much of a jerk he was being right now.<br /> "Okay, so why are you telling me this now?" I asked. "Did you end things with her?"<br /> "No, in fact –" he took a deep breath and looked away, "Jessica is pregnant with my child, Camille. It's obvious now why we were having problems. It wasn't me – it was you. I know it sounds harsh, but I can't be with someone who can't give me children. No matter how much I love you."<br /> Tears welled up in my eyes, and this time, it was my turn to look out the window and away from him. I couldn't stand to look at him, knowing that for months now, he'd been sleeping with my former assistant and friend behind my back. Knowing that he thought there was something wrong with me because he'd been able to knock her up.<br /> "Get out," I said.<br /> My voice didn't crack, and I sounded firm. In control. Good for me.<br /> "What? We still have to meet with –" <br /> "I said, get out. I can't be in the same room with you right now."<br /> "Camille, we have a business to run together," he argued.<br /> I wiped at my eyes, not allowing the tears to fall. I knew he was right. This company was initially mine, but he'd invested a lot of his own money over the years. Like it or not, we'd have to find a way to work together, at least until I could figure something else out. There was no way I was going to be tied to this man for the rest of my life.<br /> "Fine," I mumbled.<br /> I packed my things up and put it all into my briefcase as calmly as I could. I was trembling, but I didn't think Stephen could tell. I hoped not. I needed to appear calm and in control of myself. I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of seeing me fall apart.<br /> "You can meet with your interns alone," I said. "I'll make myself scarce, and we can talk about the company later."<br /> "You're handling this better than I thought you would, Cam," he said.<br /> For a second, I thought I heard the regret in his voice. Like on some level, he realized what a prick he was being and felt bad. Even if I had though, what good would it do now? The damage was done, and this was one bell that could not be un-rung.<br /> I glared at him. I wanted to scream at him, to tell him what a junk he was. I wanted to lash out. What would that accomplish other than make me look like an unhinged psycho, though? My head was spinning, and I couldn't think straight. Better to cool off before I said or did something I'd regret later. Like he said, we still had a business to run together, and like it or not, we'd have to work together for the good of Zesta. At least, for now.<br /> "For what it's worth, Cam," Stephen said, his voice soft and filled with emotion. "I'm sorry you're broken. I know how much you wanted to have children of your own, and this can't be easy to hear."<br /> I clutched my briefcase to my chest, keeping my hands busy instead of using them to show Stephen how I really felt about him. A homicide charge for strangling the life out of him probably wouldn't be a good look for the company. I didn't say another word though, and slipped out of the conference room, coming face to face with the interns who looked at me, puzzled expressions on their faces.<br /> "Stephen is going to take over from here. I have somewhere I need to be," I lied.<br /> I held my head up high and smiled politely at Ricardo and Tracey as I held the door open for them. Tracey gave me a look, her eyes filled with concern, but then looked away quickly. Ricardo seemed oblivious, ducking into the room and shaking hands with my fiancé' – scratch that, my ex-fiancé.'<br /> I shut the door behind them and hurried down the hall to my office, avoiding eye contact with everyone as I passed. I walked briskly past the cubicles of our employees until I got to the end of the hall, to my corner office, and slunk inside, falling against the door as I closed it behind me.<br /> As soon as I was alone, I didn't have to keep my composure. I let it all out. I slid to the floor and held my knees to my chest. The tears came hard and fast, but there was more than just sadness over the relationship ending – I was pissed about the betrayal. Grief and rage flooded my body in equal measure.<br /> ---<br /> "Complete jackass," my friend agreed. "And you really think this Jessica bimbo is pregnant with his kid? Pfft, I'm pretty sure he's the one shooting blanks."<br /> "You think so?"<br /> My voice cracked a bit at the question. I put my glass down on the table and smoothed out my skirt, focusing on my hands instead of Liv. While I could agree that the entire situation was all kinds of screwed up, I still wasn't sure if I believed him about me being unable to have kids or not. I was leaning toward him being right, simply because it made sense. Because somehow, somewhere deep down, I figured this was somehow my fault.<br /> "I think his side piece has a side piece of her own," Liv said, flagging down the waiter. "And seriously, what better revenge would there be than him realizing she's sleeping around on him and then finding out you can really have kids after all, huh?"<br /> "I suppose," I said, shrugging.<br /> "You suppose?" Liv asked as the waiter poured us more water. "Wouldn't you love to wipe that smug look off his face and tell him that he's the one who's broken?"<br /> "Well, yeah, but I don't think that's the case, Liv," I said grumpily.<br /> "Aren't you a Negative Nelly?" Liv said, rolling her eyes. When I didn't say anything, she sighed and added, "Just humor me, alright?"<br /> "Fine," I said, shrugging. "I guess I have nothing to lose."<br /> Well, except for all my dreams of one day having a child with a man I loved, sure, but since I already figured that was the case, it wasn't like I'd be getting any worse news.<br /> At least I hoped not.<br /> I didn't think I could take any more.<br /> ---<br /> Preston<br /> Dr. Preston Winters , M.D. The name plate had been added to the door recently. It was a matte silver with black lettering. Simple and yet, classy. I was the newest doctor to be brought on at the Hollywood Hills Women's and Children Center, and seeing my name officially listed on the office door was thrilling. A dream come true for someone who wasn't even sure they'd survive medical school, much less my residency. Getting to this point in my career had been harder than I ever imagined it to be, but I couldn't have asked for a better clinic to start with.<br /> Our receptionist, Kelly, was sitting at the front desk when I entered. She smiled politely at me, pushing her glasses up higher on her nose.<br /> "Good morning, Miss Temple," I said, stepping through the door and into the back.<br /> "Good morning, Dr. Winters. Looks like you have a full day today," Kelly said, scanning the appointment calendar in the computer with a furrowed brow. "Looks like you're taking a few of Dr. Garcia's patients today, her son is sick."<br /> "Not a problem. That's why they brought me on," I said.<br /> "Your first patient will be here right at nine," she said. "She requested the earliest possible appointment with Dr. Garcia."<br /> "Shouldn't be a problem," I said, continuing down the hall toward my office.<br /> My personal office was already coming together. Several bookshelves filled with medical journals sat behind a large oak desk. The obligatory diploma and a few personal pictures hung on the pale blue walls. I sat down at my desk, which had several photos on top as well. One photograph of my mom was prominent, a reminder of why I'd gone into this field in the first place. My other reminder was in another frame beside her photo. It was of a little boy wearing a soccer uniform and shooting the camera a gap-toothed grin. He had his mother's large, brown eyes, but my family's naturally tanned complexion and sandy blonde hair.<br /> There was a knock at my door, pulling me out of my brief reverie.<br /> "Yes?"<br /> One of the nurses, Paola, popped her head in and said, "Sorry to bother you, but your first patient is here and keeps asking when Dr. Garcia will see her. Says she has to be back at work by ten-thirty, at the latest."<br /> "I'll be right there," I said, chuckling to myself.<br /> So many people schedule doctor's appointments, expecting to be in and out in an hour or less like this was some cheap fast-food joint. We catered to a higher-end clientele, meaning many of the people were impatient and entitled. It came with the territory there in Hollywood Hills, I supposed.<br /> Since I was taking on Dr. Garcia's patients at the last minute, I hadn't had a chance to look over the patient's file. I was walking in blind, essentially. I followed Paolo to the room, and before I entered, she handed me the file on her. I glanced down, started to read through it when the door opened.<br /> "Hello? I really need to –" <br /> Big, sparkling, sapphire blue eyes stared back at me, and they grew wider once she saw me stepping through the door. Couldn't say I wasn't a little bit surprised myself.<br /> I couldn't help but note the mahogany curls and how they fell just perfectly over her cool, pale skin, gently touching her freckled shoulders – shoulders that were undressed thanks to the sleeveless pink sundress she was wearing. Looking into her face, I realized I knew her from somewhere. I couldn't place it right away, but I'd seen that face somewhere before. We handled a lot of celebrities, and she was definitely attractive enough to be a model or actress, but I wasn't sure that was it.<br /> I looked down at the name on file. "Camille O'Hare? Is that –" <br /> "Preston? Preston Winters, is that you?" she stammered.<br /> "Yeah, that's me," I said and smiled.<br /> When I heard her speak, the pieces fell into place, and I knew where I knew her from. High school. A long time ago in a galaxy far away. There was no mistaking her though.<br /> "No offense, but where's Dr. Garcia?" Camille asked, looking past me at Paola, who still stood in the doorway.<br /> "Apparently, I'm Dr. Garcia today," I said, giving my old high school friend the once over.<br /> Camille looked good. It was an unprofessional thought, but one I couldn't shake. I almost didn't recognize her.<br /> "Glad to see you still remember me," I said.<br /> Paola stepped away to help another patient, and I walked into Camille's room, opening her file on the table and reading through it. I closed the door behind us when Camille stepped back inside, her jaw nearly on the floor.<br /> "So, you really did it, huh?" she asked.<br /> She flopped up on the examining room table, her arms crossed in front of her. She was smiling, though a bit tense. But I took the smile as a good sign.<br /> "You made it through medical school," she said.<br /> "Either that or I'm really good at faking it," I teased, turning to face her, mirroring how she folded her arms in front of her chest.<br /> I had a hard time concealing my amazement at the transformation. Camille had changed a lot since high school. Her porcelain skin was clear and smoother than it had ever been back then. Her hair was a tad darker with some highlights in it now, and longer too. She used to keep her hair cut short, but the length did wonders for bringing out the soft features of her perfectly oval face.<br /> "As you can tell, I'm not Dr. Garcia," I said. "She had a family issue and won't be in today. But if you'd like to reschedule and wait for her, we can arrange it." <br /> She bit her bottom lip and looked away. I could tell she was considering it. Not that I blamed her, given our past. Instead of answering my question outright, she smiled at me softly.<br /> "You look good, Preston," she said. "I know it's been what, ten years? But I'm glad to see you're doing well."<br /> "You seem to be doing well too," I said, forcing myself to maintain eye contact with her.<br /> Camille's dress showed off some ample cleavage, and I was having a hard time not admiring it. I'm a professional. I couldn't have made it this far if I checked out my patients like a pervert. It was difficult though because I am still a man, and Camille was different.<br /> "Paola mentioned you were in a hurry to get back to work so I won't take too much of your time," I said. "If you'd like to reschedule, we can arrange for you to see Dr. Garcia another time."<br /> "I can't reschedule," she sighed. "There are no other doctors here today?"<br /> "No, I'm afraid not," I said. "It's just me at the moment."<br /> She took a deep breath, and the smile that had been on her face earlier fell as she stared at her hands. She picked at her perfectly manicured nails as if the nail polish was chipping, but she was only fidgeting. She looked tense and uncomfortable.<br /> "I mean, I guess it's been ten years or so since we –" she cut herself off, clearing her throat before continuing, "I think it'll be fine. You're a professional, after all."<br /> "Of course," I said, my voice softening. "I take my job very seriously, and what happened in our past will stay in the past, Camille."<br /> She turned her face up and met my gaze. In her eyes, I saw so much pain. I was taken aback at first, assuming that look was because of me, but then she wiped at her eyes and shook her head.<br /> "I'm here because my fiancé – err, my ex-fiancé – believes I can't have children."<br /> I pulled out her file, read through some of the notes from her past visits.<br /> "Have you seen a fertility specialist before?" I asked.<br /> She shook her head, and again, she looked away. "No, but we've been trying for well over a year, and there's been no luck."<br /> "You know it takes two to make a baby, right?" I asked. "It very well could be –" <br /> "He apparently got another woman pregnant pretty recently."<br /> "Oh," I said, closing the file.<br /> I figured that this went deeper than her medical history anyway. Her blue eyes were wide and filled with fear as she looked to me for answers. Being in this field, I often worked with women worried about their fertility. She wouldn't be the first woman I'd seen who was fearful about her chances of ever having a baby. She just so happened to be first who'd admitted such personal details as to why she believed she was the problem.<br /> "You'd been trying for a year, no birth control?" I asked.<br /> "I was never on the pill, I used non-hormonal methods. No hormones to wean myself off of, I thought I'd get pregnant pretty easily, but –" she stammered, taking a deep breath and seeming to gather her composure before speaking again, "but obviously that hasn't happened. As you should be able to see in my history, my periods have never been regular, and while I've never been diagnosed officially, Dr. Garcia suspected I might suffer from ovarian cysts."<br /> I opened the file again and looked through the notes, studying them a little more in depth. There was one little note mentioning some discomfort and cramping from a few months back, which could be cysts, or it could have been cramps.<br /> "Is there something we can do, Preston?" she asked.pregnating her and proving that prick ex of hers wrong caused a tightness low in my groin. Or maybe, just the idea of being with her again was causing it. Either way, blood rushed down my body, forcing me to turn away from Camille, afraid she'd notice my reaction.<br /> "Well, I will complete an exam, and we can run some tests," I said and cleared my throat.<br /> I cursed at my lower body as I pretended to read through her file some more, waiting for my shaft to get the message that this wasn't the time or place for such antics. As soon as I felt my body listening to me, I turned back around and gave her what I hoped was a comforting smile.<br /> "Do you mind lying down for me?" 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First Friday AUG. ArtWalk SJ + Street Mrkt indie urban art faire | We're looking forward to seeing you on AUG. 2nd for the First Fridays ArtWalk SJ + Street Mrkt in downtown San Jose's vibrant SoFA District (and beyond!).<br /> <br /> The galleries & art hosting venues will be open late (and free of charge) with amazing exhibitions, live performances and artists in attendance. Plus the Street Mrkt indie urban art faire will transform S. 1st St. into a lively outdoor art gallery full of local artists and indie creatives.<br /> <br /> All ages welcomed. Free admission (spend it with the Artists!). | EVENT_RSVP | https://www.facebook.com/events/336146616229010/ | 46066000735 | South FIRST FRIDAYS | https://facebook.com/ArtWalkSJ | 5,879 | 1 | 1,038,887,107,903,665 | 2024-07-31 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | INTERESTED | 0 | South FIRST FRIDAYS | 6583645065654 | First Friday AUG. ArtWalk SJ + Street Mrkt indie urban art faire | NONE | event | We're looking forward to seeing you on AUG. 2nd for the First Fridays ArtWalk SJ + Street Mrkt in downtown San Jose's vibrant SoFA District (and beyond!). The galleries & art hosting venues will be open late (and free of charge) with amazing exhibitions, live performances and artists in attendance. Plus the Street Mrkt indie urban art faire will transform S. 1st St. into a lively outdoor art gallery full of local artists and indie creatives. All ages welcomed. Free admission (spend it with the Artists!). — SOFA District — • Anno Domini // the second coming of Art & Design 366 S. First St. “Welcome Home” Mike Egan solo exhibition Join us for the final viewing of Mike Egan's "Welcome Home" site-specific installation and solo exhibit during First Fridays ArtWalk SJ! Egan is known for his bold graphic style influenced by folk art, horror films, German Expressionism, and his years of working as an embalmer and funeral director in Pittsburgh. This exhibit explores a new narrative focusing on Egan’s personal concept of home. “Home is a place of love, security and protection and I wanted to make art that represents that. Home, in a way, can also represent what’s inside of us as well. I feel like I always need to protect my heart and that my head always needs a good cleaning. “No matter what “Home” means to you, I’d like to invite you into mine and sit for awhile. Let’s play music and talk about art. “ ~Mike Egan, 2024 A.D. • Circle A 380 S First St. “50-YRS-2-LIFE” Video premier and exhibition by Jason Adams Jason Adams aka Burning Boy, will showcase his original stencil art on wood alongside giclee prints available for purchase, with the premiere of his latest video '50-YRS-2-LIFE.' If art is a mirror to society, it’s no wonder why San Jose-based artist Jason Adams’ work is so popular. Whether it’s Marilyn Monroe wearing an eye patch that reads “Luv Me,” or a portrait of Charles Bukowski entitled “Kill Yourself Laughing,” his work speaks to the inner desires of the underdog in all of us. His stylized renditions draw from a vast arena of subjects, which share a common feel. That feel, a combination of stencil art and freeform paint strokes, takes familiar images and turns them into tones of emotion, rather than just skillfully crafted reproductions. 8pm screening of “50-YRS-2-LIFE” followed by a sneak peak of Black Label's new, 'Light the Match,' produced by John Lucero and featuring the latest footage of pros Jake and Elijah. • KALEID Gallery 320 S. First St. Artist’s Reception: “Radiant Ambiance” Mario Dimas solo exhibition Working primarily with acrylic paint and brushes Mario Dimas uses patterns and design to create a sense of light, motion, and vibration in his artwork. This series of works is Mario's progressions experimenting with painting a variety of subjects and designs using bold outlines and vibrant color palettes. In this process, he strives to bring a subtle balance that sets a pleasant atmosphere in his art. Themes of nature, energy, and symbolism weave throughout Mario's work. From his mystic landscapes to his mandalas and abstract paintings. His influence comes from a deep interest in spiritual beliefs, our natural world, and human language. In search of a profound meaning in his art journey, Mario's artwork is about seeing differently beyond our physical vision and finding the infinite possibilities of our human creativity. About the Artist: Mario Dimas is a Mexican artist based in San Jose California. From drawing in pencil as a little kid to taking animation classes in school. He is a self taught painter experienced in large scale mural work. • MACLA / Movimiento de Arte y Cultura Latino Americana 510 S. First St. “From Where I Stand” “From Where I Stand” features photographers Stephanie Barajas, William Camargo, Alex Knowbody, Adriana Martin, Xelestiál Moreno-Luz, and Miguel Ozuna. The exhibition shares each artist’s perspective considering issues that will be for debate in the upcoming election season. Visitors of the exhibition will be able to take their own photos in the gallery and have them displayed within the exhibition, encouraging dialogue and reflection. Join us to witness the intersections of art and politics, and see how images can influence and reflect the public conscience during this pivotal time. 7:30pm & 8:30pm free performance at our Castellano Playhouse: Mala Greña – Cumbia greñuda y rockera from the Bay Area. • Phantom Galleries at The Pierce Apts. Lobby Gallery 2 Pierce Ave. Artist’s Reception: “TIME” Trieu Hai Dao solo exhibition Trieu Dao is a Vietnamese artist based in San Jose, with a career spanning over 45 years. Born in Vietnam, Dao fled the country in the early 1980s with his wife and two children, embarking on a perilous journey across the South China Sea before eventually settling in the United States. A self-taught artist, Dao creates artwork built on the traditions from his native homeland and informed by his experiences as an immigrant refugee. He works primarily in oil paintings, sculptures, and multimedia pieces. His vibrant compositions contain figurative or abstract elements which reflect his vivid memories and deep emotions that become visceral to the viewer in their presence. As an evolving artist, he continues to seek new and innovative ways of expressing and evoking the emotions which drive his artwork. Trieu's work has been exhibited in galleries, museums, and cultural centers throughout California, including the VAALA Center, the Morgan Hill Culture Community Center, the Saigon Civil Center, La Gallaria, the Viet Bao Gallery, the Works Gallery, the San jose Civic Center, Paradise Art Gallery, the Rose Garden Gallery, Martin Luther King Jr. Library Gallery and Citadel Art Gallery. • San Jose Institute of Contemporary Art 560 S. First St. “P L A C E : Reckonings by Asian American Artists” Participating Artists: Phung Huynh, Adrienne Pao, Robin Lasser, Ranu Mukherjee, Wanxin Zhang, Mail Order Brides/M.O.B. (Eliza O. Barrios, Reanne Estrada, and Jenifer K. Wofford), Namita Paul, Related Tactics, Bruce Yonemoto, Stephanie Syjuco, Valerie Soe, Christy Chan, and Christine Wong Yap. The ICA San José and Montalvo Arts Center jointly present an exhibition entitled “P L A C E: Reckonings by Asian American” Artists. Selected for their powerful voices, all of the participating artists have been artists-in-residence of the Lucas Artists Program at Montalvo Arts Center. Villa Montalvo was the former home of California Senator James Duval Phelan who is remembered for his nativist and racist politics, especially his virulent opposition to Chinese and Japanese immigrants, and his active endorsement of multiple Asian exclusion acts. This exhibition intends to honor and uplift the diverse voices of contemporary artists of East Asian, Southeast Asian, South Asian, and Pacific Islander ancestries who have had to contend with this racist history. Each artist in the show considers their complex relationship and their own agency in association with the spaces that they have inhabited, embedded with histories of exclusion or violence, and how this in turn affects, challenges, transforms, or inspires their artistic practice. Participate in a yoga session hosted by Downtown Yoga Shala, located inside the Institute of Contemporary Art San Jose, amidst the ongoing joint exhibition, "P L A C E: Reckonings by Asian American Artists.” • San Jose Jazz 310 S. First St. SJZ U19s/U21 Jam Join us for a great night of youth performances and improvisation! The SJZ U19s will open our youth Jazz Jam at 7pm, with classic jazz standards from artists like Joe Henderson and Billy Cobham, as well as tunes from modern masters like Braxton Cook, Nate Smith, and the late Roy Hargrove. Then, our house band consisting of SJSU students will perform at 7:35pm. The jam starts at 8:15pm and goes until 10pm, during which time we'll cover jazz standards, Real Book charts, and the good old 12-bar blues. Don't forget your instrument! We'll have a drum set, a piano, and amplifiers for bass and guitar players. Pop in and out anytime from 7pm-10pm to hear the future of jazz. Intermediate and advanced youth musicians in their teens or early twenties are invited for this jazz jam, free and open to the public in conjunction with South First Fridays ArtWalk SJ. • San Jose Museum of Quilts & Textiles 520 S. First St. “Printed & Stitched” “Printed & Stitched,” an exhibition examining the overlap between the hand pulled print and the art quilt, highlights recent works from members of the California Society of Printmakers and Studio Art Quilt Associates. The original artworks in Printed & Stitched are all by members of the Studio Art Quilt Associates (California/Nevada Regions) and the California Society of Printmakers. Award-winning artist Christine S. Aaron juried this exhibition. Aaron is a conceptual and material-focused artist who utilizes printmaking, wax, wood, metal, and paper to create work investigating memory and the fragility of human connection. Participating Artists: Christine S. Aaron, Nancy Bardach, Mel Beach, Holly Brackmann, Noah Breuer, Pati Bristow and Kent Manske, Donna W. Brown, Judith Content, Linda S. Craighead, Cathie A. Crawford, Elizabeth Dallas, Kathryn Davy, Kate Deak, Adriane Dedic, Robin Dintiman, Giny Dixon, Karen Gallagher Iverson, Ewa Gavrielov, Mimi Ghauri-Young, Susan Gibson Kelly, Alisa Golden, Lynn Hall, Kevin Harris, Rozanne Hermelyn Di Silvestro, Ann Johnston, Barbara Kibbe, Evelyn Klein, Franki Kohler, Danguole Rita Koulas, Carol Larson, Dixie Laws, Susan Leone Howe, Linda Lieberman, Zwia Lipkin, Viviana Lombrozo, Luz Marina Ruiz, Kristina Nobleman, Janis O’Driscoll, Kathleen Oliver, Denise Oyama Miller, AV Pike, Barbara Poole, Deborah Rantz, Priscilla Read, Ashley Rodriguez Reed, Connie Rohman, Robynn Smith, Ileana Soto, Bethia G. Stone, Karen Sunday Spencer, Jami Taback, Jerry Theobald, Edda Valborg Sigurdardottir, Rosanna Lynne Welter, Lori Wisheropp, Carla Wolf, Nanette Wylde, and Linda Yoshizawa — HISTORIC DISTRICT — • Chopsticks Alley Gallery 38 S. Second St. “Flora & Fauna” by Phuc Van Dang “Flora & Fauna” features two site-specific installations created during Phuc Van Dang’s residency at Chopsticks Alley Art. Dang’s depiction of the “long-lost monster” as a manifestation of our suppressed inner nature is a powerful metaphor for the inherent connection between humanity and the natural world. Through his playful imagery, Dang encourages viewers to embrace their inner monsters to reconnect with the innocence and wonder of childhood. He empowers the viewer to rediscover a sense of awe and reverence for the natural world and embark on a transformative journey of alignment and coexistence with the environment. Come join us in drawing your inner monster and share your artwork on our gallery wall. • Hammer2 Gallery at the Hammer Theatre at 101 Paseo de San Antonio Opening reception: "Beginnings" Featuring artists: Jackelin Solorio, Robynn Smith, Dottie Lo Bue, Lani Viet, and Jason Adkins Experience the grand opening reception of the Hammer2 Gallery featuring the work of San Jose State University Students, faculty, and local artists as part of South First Fridays ArtWalk SJ. Located on the 2nd floor of the Hammer Theatre, the Hammer2 Gallery will feature a continuously rotating fine art gallery. The gallery will be a site to exhibit artists’ work, support artists financially through art sales, as well as foster young artists’ work. Moreover, the gallery will provide a unique opportunity to marry the visual and performing arts and to provide exposure to these artists to an audience that may not normally frequent an art gallery. • Works/San José 38 S. Second St. “Public Secret Selves” Works presents its 2024 member art exhibition—a wide-ranging survey of South Bay and greater Bay Area artists. From the most experienced and collected regional artists to new voices, see the work of more than 80 artist members who help support your community art and performance center. Don’t miss this impressive salon of local talent in painting, drawing, photography, sculpture, digital art, video, and more. While we have many members who support our community mission but don’t consider themselves artists, this show celebrates creatives who volunteer and contribute to increase opportunities for everyone. — MARTHA GARDENS DISTRICT — • Art Ark Gallery 1035 S. Sixth St. “Letting Go” Alyssarhaye Graciano solo exhibition San Jose-based fiber artist Alyssarhaye Graciano merges yarn and gouache in her solo-exhibition, Letting Go. The work invites viewers to contemplate grief, our relationship with mortality, and the complexities of emotional preservation in marginalized cultures. • Machu Picchu Gallery of the Americas at The Citadel at 99 Martha St. “Drawing a Crowd” Freehand line drawings by Robert McColley • South FIRST FRIDAYS presents: STREET MRKT indie urban art faire First Friday Aug. 2nd 5pm–10pm Free admission (spend it with the Artists!). So. 1st St. (between San Carlos & William streets) Join us out on So. 1st St. as artists transform the SoFA District into a unique and bustling outdoor gallery with their creative energy! Imaginative paintings & sculptures, glass art demos, fascinating bone jewelry, classic tattoo art, counterculture zines, and chic fashion are just some of the rare works you’ll find when you come out and support our amazing arts community. Of course, we’ll keep you fueled with a variety of delicious food trucks and a lively beer garden sponsored by & featuring: Clandestine Brewing Co., Fox Tale Fermentation, Strike Brewing Co. & 21st Amendment Brewing. FEATURED ARTISTS: Anthony Alva Rebecca Anguiano BAGI / Bay Area Glass Institute Delilah Bender The Blunt Letters Julianne Bonnet Emmanuel Cervantes Mejia Crossroads Trading Co. Dario Cruz Current Tattooing Christina Del Alto Jennifer DeChenne Deep Legends Bus Joseph Demaree Mario Dimas Ritika Dua Lorenz Dumuk Mahsa Emoventur Flipside DJ Crew Force129 Cynthia Gonzalez Hand in Hand Henna Higher Fire Clayspace Maureen Holcomb Jodi408 Natalie Kenyon Sarah Loyola Valentino Loyola Joe Mandrick Martha Gardens Arts Mersay Mattos David Mejia Karen Oeh Owlrot Art - Gillian Birdsong Leslie Perez Betty Proper Ragavon Francisco Ramirez Steven Regalado Marilyn Roaf aka Purl Bailey Mike Rogan Jacob Sandoval Rene Schilling-Sears South Bay Ceramics Suha Suha Danielle Tyner ____________________ First Fridays ArtWalk SJ & STREET MRKT is produced by CURATUS in partnership with the participating galleries, museums and independent creative businesses. STREET MRKT is supported in part by a Cultural Affairs grant from the City of San Jose. 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No | 2024-07-31 19:15 | active | 1197 | 0 | 1023381886117765 | 🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻 | My husband confessed that he had an affair with my assistant.<br /> "I've been seeing her for the last few months, and –"<br /> "Wait, say that again?" I stammered.<br /> "Cammy, I'm sorry,It just happened. All the stress around us trying - and failing - to have a baby," he said. "And well, I needed to feel like a man again, I guess. I don't expect you to understand, but this has nothing to do with you."<br /> "Having a baby was your idea, Stephen," I scoffed. "You were the one so adamant that we get pregnant right away. It was you that pressured me into going off birth control so your parents would get to meet your children before they passed."<br /> "Yeah, I know. I know," he said softly. "Its just intercourse got to be rather boring, you know? Monotonous. It was like we were just mechanical and clinical about trying to get pregnant and it took some of the fun and pleasure out of it."<br /> I stared at him, slack-jawed, and fought the urge to smack out of him. I was better than that. I wouldn't let my anger get the best of me, no matter how much of a jerk he was being right now.<br /> "Okay, so why are you telling me this now?" I asked. "Did you end things with her?"<br /> "No, in fact –" he took a deep breath and looked away, "Jessica is pregnant with my child, Camille. It's obvious now why we were having problems. It wasn't me – it was you. I know it sounds harsh, but I can't be with someone who can't give me children. No matter how much I love you."<br /> Tears welled up in my eyes, and this time, it was my turn to look out the window and away from him. I couldn't stand to look at him, knowing that for months now, he'd been sleeping with my former assistant and friend behind my back. Knowing that he thought there was something wrong with me because he'd been able to knock her up.<br /> "Get out," I said.<br /> My voice didn't crack, and I sounded firm. In control. Good for me.<br /> "What? We still have to meet with –" <br /> "I said, get out. I can't be in the same room with you right now."<br /> ————————<br /> Camille<br /> I tapped my nails against the desk and stared at the clock, my insides roiling. Fifteen minutes late and counting. Stephen wasn't usually one to keep people waiting, which was upsetting enough. But he wasn't answering his phone or responding to my texts either, which only upset – and worried – me further.<br /> I smiled politely at his team, Ricardo, and Tracey, sitting across from me. This was originally his meeting to run, not mine. The fact that he wasn't there left me feeling put on the spot and more than a little uncomfortable.<br /> Stephen Doyle was my fiancé' and partner in Zesta Creative Design. He was the financial guru who handled the tedious details that allowed me to focus on the fun stuff. Ricardo and Tracey were interns from the local university, both majoring in finance and accounting like my darling beau, and together, we were supposed to go over the position and their responsibilities.<br /> However, given Stephen's absence, it appeared that I'd be handling the meeting alone.<br /> I'd turned my face back to the handbook, when the door opened, and my fiancé' stepped through, looking frazzled. His sandy blonde hair, which he kept trimmed short to his head with just a little length on top, was standing on end as if he hadn't bothered to brush it that morning. His eyes were tired, but there was a sparkle in them as if whatever kept him up late last night had been worth it. He'd canceled our date without an explanation, so I had no idea what could have gotten him so excited this morning.<br /> Stephen was a strapping, good-looking man. A former quarterback in college, where we met, he looked like he could step onto the field even today. Usually, he wore designer suits and dressed to perfection, looking every bit the part of CFO. Today, however, he was wearing a button-up shirt and jeans. I cocked an eyebrow as he joined me at the conference table.<br /> "Sorry," he said. "I had something come up at the last minute."<br /> He was smiling wide, but he wouldn't look at me. He kept resisting my gaze, instead of delving into the handbook and reading the exact same page I'd just finished up.<br /> "Would you two give us a minute?" I asked.<br /> The interns nodded and slipped out of the room, almost seeming grateful to have an out – if only for a few minutes. Maybe they knew something was up, that the world was about to come crashing down around me and wanted to get outside the blast radius. Or maybe I was just being paranoid. Either way, they scurried out of the conference room like their hair was on fire and waited outside the door.<br /> "Stephen? Is everything okay?" I asked.<br /> "MmmHmm," he said, finally meeting my eyes.<br /> When he did though, the smile on his face disappeared completely. The look in his eyes was guarded, and his expression was suddenly colder than the Arctic tundra.<br /> "Should we really be having this conversation here, Cam?" he asked.<br /> I shrugged and put my pen down on the table, leaning back in my chair. "You tell me? You're the one who canceled last night, without an excuse," I said. "And today, you're twenty minutes late to your own meeting. I think I have a right to ask you what's going on. If not as your fiancé', then at least as your business partner."<br /> He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "I would rather have this discussion in private."<br /> "We're alone. No one can hear us through the door," I said.<br /> My voice started to crack. Over the last year or so, things had grown tense in our relationship. Okay, perhaps a bit more than tense. There was a tension between us that seemed to be growing by the day. His sister had popped out baby number three and Stephen was eager to get started on our family, even though our wedding wasn't scheduled until later in the year.<br /> We figured it couldn't hurt to get started though, so I went off all birth control and figured we'd be pregnant in no time. There we were though, ten months later, and still no pregnancy. I knew it stressed him out, and he'd started distancing himself from me. Maybe I was just being overly sensitive, but it felt like he thought I was broken, or somehow, less than a woman for not being able to conceive.<br /> "Fine," he grumbled. "Do youremember Jessica?"<br /> "Jessica Harvey? Yeah, of course. She was my assistant for years," I said.<br /> Jessica had quit our company out of the blue about three months back. It was completely unexpected, and I was still reeling from the shock of losing someone I'd counted on for years, someone I'd considered a friend for so long. We didn't talk much anymore. I tried to get together for coffee dates now and then, just to keep up with her. She was always too busy though – or was just avoiding me, I feared. I wanted to ask her what I'd done wrong, but she'd ghosted me, and that's where we were at.<br /> "Yeah, well, there's something you need to know," Stephen said. He looked out the large, glass window out to the sprawling city of Los Angeles below. "I've been seeing her for the last few months, and –"<br /> "Wait, say that again?" I stammered.<br /> My chest tightened, and a cold chill swept through my body. I didn't believe my ears. Not at first. As I stared at him, looked deep into his eyes though, I came to see the truth. <br /> "Cammy, I'm sorry," Stephen said.<br /> His voice didn't sound all that sorry, though. He shrugged and threw his hands in their air. He acted like this was somehow my fault. As if I'd somehow driven him into her arms. Into her bed.<br /> "It just happened. All the stress around us trying - and failing - to have a baby," he said. "And well, I needed to feel like a man again, I guess. I don't expect you to understand, but this has nothing to do with you."<br /> "Having a baby was your idea, Stephen," I scoffed. "You were the one so adamant that we get pregnant right away. It was you that pressured me into going off birth control so your parents would get to meet your children before they passed."<br /> "Yeah, I know. I know," he said softly. "Its just intercourse got to be rather boring, you know? Monotonous. It was like we were just mechanical and clinical about trying to get pregnant and it took some of the fun and pleasure out of it."<br /> I stared at him, slack-jawed, and fought the urge to smack out of him. I was better than that. I wouldn't let my anger get the best of me, no matter how much of a jerk he was being right now.<br /> "Okay, so why are you telling me this now?" I asked. "Did you end things with her?"<br /> "No, in fact –" he took a deep breath and looked away, "Jessica is pregnant with my child, Camille. It's obvious now why we were having problems. It wasn't me – it was you. I know it sounds harsh, but I can't be with someone who can't give me children. No matter how much I love you."<br /> Tears welled up in my eyes, and this time, it was my turn to look out the window and away from him. I couldn't stand to look at him, knowing that for months now, he'd been sleeping with my former assistant and friend behind my back. Knowing that he thought there was something wrong with me because he'd been able to knock her up.<br /> "Get out," I said.<br /> My voice didn't crack, and I sounded firm. In control. Good for me.<br /> "What? We still have to meet with –" <br /> "I said, get out. I can't be in the same room with you right now."<br /> "Camille, we have a business to run together," he argued.<br /> I wiped at my eyes, not allowing the tears to fall. I knew he was right. This company was initially mine, but he'd invested a lot of his own money over the years. Like it or not, we'd have to find a way to work together, at least until I could figure something else out. There was no way I was going to be tied to this man for the rest of my life.<br /> "Fine," I mumbled.<br /> I packed my things up and put it all into my briefcase as calmly as I could. I was trembling, but I didn't think Stephen could tell. I hoped not. I needed to appear calm and in control of myself. I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of seeing me fall apart.<br /> "You can meet with your interns alone," I said. "I'll make myself scarce, and we can talk about the company later."<br /> "You're handling this better than I thought you would, Cam," he said.<br /> For a second, I thought I heard the regret in his voice. Like on some level, he realized what a prick he was being and felt bad. Even if I had though, what good would it do now? The damage was done, and this was one bell that could not be un-rung.<br /> I glared at him. I wanted to scream at him, to tell him what a junk he was. I wanted to lash out. What would that accomplish other than make me look like an unhinged psycho, though? My head was spinning, and I couldn't think straight. Better to cool off before I said or did something I'd regret later. Like he said, we still had a business to run together, and like it or not, we'd have to work together for the good of Zesta. At least, for now.<br /> "For what it's worth, Cam," Stephen said, his voice soft and filled with emotion. "I'm sorry you're broken. I know how much you wanted to have children of your own, and this can't be easy to hear."<br /> I clutched my briefcase to my chest, keeping my hands busy instead of using them to show Stephen how I really felt about him. A homicide charge for strangling the life out of him probably wouldn't be a good look for the company. I didn't say another word though, and slipped out of the conference room, coming face to face with the interns who looked at me, puzzled expressions on their faces.<br /> "Stephen is going to take over from here. I have somewhere I need to be," I lied.<br /> I held my head up high and smiled politely at Ricardo and Tracey as I held the door open for them. Tracey gave me a look, her eyes filled with concern, but then looked away quickly. Ricardo seemed oblivious, ducking into the room and shaking hands with my fiancé' – scratch that, my ex-fiancé.'<br /> I shut the door behind them and hurried down the hall to my office, avoiding eye contact with everyone as I passed. I walked briskly past the cubicles of our employees until I got to the end of the hall, to my corner office, and slunk inside, falling against the door as I closed it behind me.<br /> As soon as I was alone, I didn't have to keep my composure. I let it all out. I slid to the floor and held my knees to my chest. The tears came hard and fast, but there was more than just sadness over the relationship ending – I was pissed about the betrayal. Grief and rage flooded my body in equal measure.<br /> ---<br /> "Complete jackass," my friend agreed. "And you really think this Jessica bimbo is pregnant with his kid? Pfft, I'm pretty sure he's the one shooting blanks."<br /> "You think so?"<br /> My voice cracked a bit at the question. I put my glass down on the table and smoothed out my skirt, focusing on my hands instead of Liv. While I could agree that the entire situation was all kinds of screwed up, I still wasn't sure if I believed him about me being unable to have kids or not. I was leaning toward him being right, simply because it made sense. Because somehow, somewhere deep down, I figured this was somehow my fault.<br /> "I think his side piece has a side piece of her own," Liv said, flagging down the waiter. "And seriously, what better revenge would there be than him realizing she's sleeping around on him and then finding out you can really have kids after all, huh?"<br /> "I suppose," I said, shrugging.<br /> "You suppose?" Liv asked as the waiter poured us more water. "Wouldn't you love to wipe that smug look off his face and tell him that he's the one who's broken?"<br /> "Well, yeah, but I don't think that's the case, Liv," I said grumpily.<br /> "Aren't you a Negative Nelly?" Liv said, rolling her eyes. When I didn't say anything, she sighed and added, "Just humor me, alright?"<br /> "Fine," I said, shrugging. "I guess I have nothing to lose."<br /> Well, except for all my dreams of one day having a child with a man I loved, sure, but since I already figured that was the case, it wasn't like I'd be getting any worse news.<br /> At least I hoped not.<br /> I didn't think I could take any more.<br /> ---<br /> Preston<br /> Dr. Preston Winters , M.D. The name plate had been added to the door recently. It was a matte silver with black lettering. Simple and yet, classy. I was the newest doctor to be brought on at the Hollywood Hills Women's and Children Center, and seeing my name officially listed on the office door was thrilling. A dream come true for someone who wasn't even sure they'd survive medical school, much less my residency. Getting to this point in my career had been harder than I ever imagined it to be, but I couldn't have asked for a better clinic to start with.<br /> Our receptionist, Kelly, was sitting at the front desk when I entered. She smiled politely at me, pushing her glasses up higher on her nose.<br /> "Good morning, Miss Temple," I said, stepping through the door and into the back.<br /> "Good morning, Dr. Winters. Looks like you have a full day today," Kelly said, scanning the appointment calendar in the computer with a furrowed brow. "Looks like you're taking a few of Dr. Garcia's patients today, her son is sick."<br /> "Not a problem. That's why they brought me on," I said.<br /> "Your first patient will be here right at nine," she said. "She requested the earliest possible appointment with Dr. Garcia."<br /> "Shouldn't be a problem," I said, continuing down the hall toward my office.<br /> My personal office was already coming together. Several bookshelves filled with medical journals sat behind a large oak desk. The obligatory diploma and a few personal pictures hung on the pale blue walls. I sat down at my desk, which had several photos on top as well. One photograph of my mom was prominent, a reminder of why I'd gone into this field in the first place. My other reminder was in another frame beside her photo. It was of a little boy wearing a soccer uniform and shooting the camera a gap-toothed grin. He had his mother's large, brown eyes, but my family's naturally tanned complexion and sandy blonde hair.<br /> There was a knock at my door, pulling me out of my brief reverie.<br /> "Yes?"<br /> One of the nurses, Paola, popped her head in and said, "Sorry to bother you, but your first patient is here and keeps asking when Dr. Garcia will see her. Says she has to be back at work by ten-thirty, at the latest."<br /> "I'll be right there," I said, chuckling to myself.<br /> So many people schedule doctor's appointments, expecting to be in and out in an hour or less like this was some cheap fast-food joint. We catered to a higher-end clientele, meaning many of the people were impatient and entitled. It came with the territory there in Hollywood Hills, I supposed.<br /> Since I was taking on Dr. Garcia's patients at the last minute, I hadn't had a chance to look over the patient's file. I was walking in blind, essentially. I followed Paolo to the room, and before I entered, she handed me the file on her. I glanced down, started to read through it when the door opened.<br /> "Hello? I really need to –" <br /> Big, sparkling, sapphire blue eyes stared back at me, and they grew wider once she saw me stepping through the door. Couldn't say I wasn't a little bit surprised myself.<br /> I couldn't help but note the mahogany curls and how they fell just perfectly over her cool, pale skin, gently touching her freckled shoulders – shoulders that were undressed thanks to the sleeveless pink sundress she was wearing. Looking into her face, I realized I knew her from somewhere. I couldn't place it right away, but I'd seen that face somewhere before. We handled a lot of celebrities, and she was definitely attractive enough to be a model or actress, but I wasn't sure that was it.<br /> I looked down at the name on file. "Camille O'Hare? Is that –" <br /> "Preston? Preston Winters, is that you?" she stammered.<br /> "Yeah, that's me," I said and smiled.<br /> When I heard her speak, the pieces fell into place, and I knew where I knew her from. High school. A long time ago in a galaxy far away. There was no mistaking her though.<br /> "No offense, but where's Dr. Garcia?" Camille asked, looking past me at Paola, who still stood in the doorway.<br /> "Apparently, I'm Dr. Garcia today," I said, giving my old high school friend the once over.<br /> Camille looked good. It was an unprofessional thought, but one I couldn't shake. I almost didn't recognize her.<br /> "Glad to see you still remember me," I said.<br /> Paola stepped away to help another patient, and I walked into Camille's room, opening her file on the table and reading through it. I closed the door behind us when Camille stepped back inside, her jaw nearly on the floor.<br /> "So, you really did it, huh?" she asked.<br /> She flopped up on the examining room table, her arms crossed in front of her. She was smiling, though a bit tense. But I took the smile as a good sign.<br /> "You made it through medical school," she said.<br /> "Either that or I'm really good at faking it," I teased, turning to face her, mirroring how she folded her arms in front of her chest.<br /> I had a hard time concealing my amazement at the transformation. Camille had changed a lot since high school. Her porcelain skin was clear and smoother than it had ever been back then. Her hair was a tad darker with some highlights in it now, and longer too. She used to keep her hair cut short, but the length did wonders for bringing out the soft features of her perfectly oval face.<br /> "As you can tell, I'm not Dr. Garcia," I said. "She had a family issue and won't be in today. But if you'd like to reschedule and wait for her, we can arrange it." <br /> She bit her bottom lip and looked away. I could tell she was considering it. Not that I blamed her, given our past. Instead of answering my question outright, she smiled at me softly.<br /> "You look good, Preston," she said. "I know it's been what, ten years? But I'm glad to see you're doing well."<br /> "You seem to be doing well too," I said, forcing myself to maintain eye contact with her.<br /> Camille's dress showed off some ample cleavage, and I was having a hard time not admiring it. I'm a professional. I couldn't have made it this far if I checked out my patients like a pervert. It was difficult though because I am still a man, and Camille was different.<br /> "Paola mentioned you were in a hurry to get back to work so I won't take too much of your time," I said. "If you'd like to reschedule, we can arrange for you to see Dr. Garcia another time."<br /> "I can't reschedule," she sighed. "There are no other doctors here today?"<br /> "No, I'm afraid not," I said. "It's just me at the moment."<br /> She took a deep breath, and the smile that had been on her face earlier fell as she stared at her hands. She picked at her perfectly manicured nails as if the nail polish was chipping, but she was only fidgeting. She looked tense and uncomfortable.<br /> "I mean, I guess it's been ten years or so since we –" she cut herself off, clearing her throat before continuing, "I think it'll be fine. You're a professional, after all."<br /> "Of course," I said, my voice softening. "I take my job very seriously, and what happened in our past will stay in the past, Camille."<br /> She turned her face up and met my gaze. In her eyes, I saw so much pain. I was taken aback at first, assuming that look was because of me, but then she wiped at her eyes and shook her head.<br /> "I'm here because my fiancé – err, my ex-fiancé – believes I can't have children."<br /> I pulled out her file, read through some of the notes from her past visits.<br /> "Have you seen a fertility specialist before?" I asked.<br /> She shook her head, and again, she looked away. "No, but we've been trying for well over a year, and there's been no luck."<br /> "You know it takes two to make a baby, right?" I asked. "It very well could be –" <br /> "He apparently got another woman pregnant pretty recently."<br /> "Oh," I said, closing the file.<br /> I figured that this went deeper than her medical history anyway. Her blue eyes were wide and filled with fear as she looked to me for answers. Being in this field, I often worked with women worried about their fertility. She wouldn't be the first woman I'd seen who was fearful about her chances of ever having a baby. She just so happened to be first who'd admitted such personal details as to why she believed she was the problem.<br /> "You'd been trying for a year, no birth control?" I asked.<br /> "I was never on the pill, I used non-hormonal methods. No hormones to wean myself off of, I thought I'd get pregnant pretty easily, but –" she stammered, taking a deep breath and seeming to gather her composure before speaking again, "but obviously that hasn't happened. As you should be able to see in my history, my periods have never been regular, and while I've never been diagnosed officially, Dr. Garcia suspected I might suffer from ovarian cysts."<br /> I opened the file again and looked through the notes, studying them a little more in depth. There was one little note mentioning some discomfort and cramping from a few months back, which could be cysts, or it could have been cramps.<br /> "Is there something we can do, Preston?" she asked.pregnating her and proving that prick ex of hers wrong caused a tightness low in my groin. Or maybe, just the idea of being with her again was causing it. Either way, blood rushed down my body, forcing me to turn away from Camille, afraid she'd notice my reaction.<br /> "Well, I will complete an exam, and we can run some tests," I said and cleared my throat.<br /> I cursed at my lower body as I pretended to read through her file some more, waiting for my shaft to get the message that this wasn't the time or place for such antics. As soon as I felt my body listening to me, I turned back around and gave her what I hoped was a comforting smile.<br /> "Do you mind lying down for me?" 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