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1,951,193	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1951149}'	No	2024-07-31 19:15	active	1197	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?" I asked.	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1,951,028	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":true,"simple_request_ratio":0.2057877813504823,"is_bh_selenium":null,"selenium_ratio":null,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	No	2024-07-31 19:15	active	1197	1014124287072165	Brownie’s Puppy Parade and Author Event	Attention Pet Parents and Families: Rover-on-over for a puppy parade on State Street.<br /> The Wisconsin Veterans Museum, in partnership with Downtown Madison, invites families and pet parents to Lisa Link Peace Park (452 State Street) for a Puppy Parade and author event.<br /> Activities will commence at Lisa Link Peace Park at 6pm with a short parade down the State Street pedestrian mall. Dogs and children of all ages are welcome, and pups are encouraged to dress to the (K-)9s.<br /> Following the parade, pups and families will be invited to hear author Kelly Nelson read from her new children’s book, "Brownie the War Dog: Veteran’s Best Friend"<br /> Books will be available for purchase during an author signing. This event is free.	EVENT_RSVP	https://www.facebook.com/events/860234509301276/	16021850972	Wisconsin Veterans Museum	https://facebook.com/WisconsinVeteransMuseum	27,977	1	1,552,115,585,367,993	2024-07-31 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	INTERESTED	Wisconsin Veterans Museum	120212505158430159	Brownie’s Puppy Parade and Author Event	NONE	event	Attention Pet Parents and Families! The Wisconsin Veterans Museum, in partnership with Downtown Madison, and with support of the Wisconsin Historical Society Press, invites families and pet parents to Lisa Link Peace Park (452 State Street) for a Puppy Parade and author event. Activities will commence at Lisa Link Peace Park at 6pm with a short parade down the State Street pedestrian mall. Dogs and children of all ages are welcome, and pups are encouraged to dress to the (K-)9s. Following the parade, pups and families will be invited to hear author Kelly Nelson read from her new children’s book, Brownie the War Dog: Veteran’s Best Friend, published by the Wisconsin Historical Society Press. Books will be available for purchase during an author signing. Brownie was a family dog who was called to serve in WWII. After his service, he returned to his family in King, WI where he became a beloved mascot and friend to veterans at the veterans’ home in King. Brownie was buried with military honors in the Wisconsin Veterans Memorial Cemetery there.	https://www.facebook.com/events/860234509301276/	2024-07-31 13:11	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453848913_498576692769217_8546997350194302795_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=bpe3Qm3opVYQ7kNvgFBHCXB&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&gid=AULnYGLA8r-QiqzNM-A0IuN&oh=00_AYB_6Piz1VhozKsXCzGfCIzzEW9Op7NyBdZlR6YXrqFOUQ&oe=66B09FD9	person_profile			3	Wisconsin Veterans Museum	2024-07-31 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,950,967	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1950825}'	Yes	2024-07-31 19:15	active	1197	3827607260854108	Kelly L. Olczak, CFP - Private Wealth Manager	?️ Protecting Blended Families Through Effective Estate Planning ?️<br /> <br /> Blended families face unique challenges when it comes to estate planning. Ensuring that all loved ones are taken care of can be complex, but it's essential for peace of mind and family harmony.<br /> <br /> ? Key Considerations:<br /> Clear communication of wishes ?<br /> Updating beneficiary designations ✍️<br /> Establishing trusts for specific needs ?<br /> Reviewing and revising regularly ?<br /> <br /> Don't leave your family's future to chance. Make sure your estate plan reflects your unique family dynamics.<br /> <br /> For more information or if you have any questions, reach out to Kelly Olczak today! ?✨<br /> <br /> #EstatePlanning #BlendedFamilies #FamilyFirst #FinancialPlanning #PeaceOfMind #KellyOlczak #SecureYourFuture	CALL_NOW		474550612582079	Kelly L. Olczak, CFP - Private Wealth Manager	https://facebook.com/KellyLOlczakCfpLynnLeigh	419	1	405,893,659,170,187	2024-07-31 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	Call now	Kelly L. Olczak, CFP - Private Wealth Manager	6589811749656		NONE	image	LynnLeigh & Company is 100% Woman-Owned, SEC registered investment firm, dedicated to making a positi		2024-07-31 15:32	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453414197_813326844203033_5290449277704140361_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=-vGGlomgBA8Q7kNvgHnLGvJ&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&gid=AH7wHhTEj7f67ONxnQlqYa_&oh=00_AYArRHDPzxGqUb2WDOdcimXYAkGZ1MCQJmprQT-yXI49Cg&oe=66B09A14	person_profile	Kelly L. Olczak, CFP - Private	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453400804_2240790242936259_1692500018061025178_n.jpg?_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=wgyi-uWYYn8Q7kNvgEtl4WW&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&gid=AH7wHhTEj7f67ONxnQlqYa_&oh=00_AYDap_o8eU_YGT0VUL9B_2ADXA9jU0v57YUhh1K2bpaivw&oe=66B0AC60	3	Kelly L. Olczak, CFP - Private Wealth Manager	2024-07-31 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,951,043	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1950609}'	No	2024-07-31 19:15	active	1197	473524312283060	Learn stock market with us! 📈 Join our learning institute. From beginners to seasoned investors.💼💰	👉 90% increase in three days! Are you ready to up your investing game and secure your financial future?<br /> 🚀 Enhance your financial future with stock market courses📈🎓<br /> Join my WhatsApp group and get started on your journey to financial success! 💰🌟! Get expert insights, powerful strategies, and daily profit opportunities to help you turn a profit every day, and you'll reap the benefits of<br /> <br /> 🌟Course Highlights:<br /> 1️⃣ Stock Market Basics: Learn the basics of stocks, bonds, and investing.<br /> 2️⃣ Investment Strategies: Discover proven techniques to grow your investment portfolio.<br /> 3️⃣ Risk Management: Learn how to protect your investment in volatile markets.<br /> 4️⃣ Market Analysis: Interpret market trends and make informed decisions.<br /> 5️⃣ Trading Tips: Explore different trading styles and find your groove.<br /> 6️⃣ Portfolio Optimization: Fine-tune your investment strategy for maximum returns.<br /> <br /> 🚀 Whether you're a beginner or an experienced trader, this course provides practical skills and strategies to help you achieve more stable returns in the electronic assets market. Join us now and embark on your investment journey 💼💹#stockmarket #stocks #stocktrader #optionstrader	LEARN_MORE	http://fb.me/	153417557852905	Hill Katie Kelly	https://facebook.com/61552572426133	1	1	1,015,301,236,710,657	2024-07-31 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	Learn more	Hill Katie Kelly	120208673740670582	fb.me	NONE	video	Learn stock market with us! 📈 Join our learning institute. From beginners to seasoned investors.💼💰	http://fb.me/	2024-07-31 12:29	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453250968_2738078459695618_374970704850448842_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=C5ljVgm0NewQ7kNvgHHSg1q&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYDP5_rID2NMyGNhYdiKElqrROJvVuLqJBCXJZbybsSqUA&oe=66B08E31	person_profile	Hill Katie Kelly	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453327045_1244634026529295_1866596350967643114_n.jpg?_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=jGZBsbHz9BIQ7kNvgHKZi__&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYBjH3Bz2yh3yTk7cXglmIP2KgHbDs_UiP5rs1B_WDM5bA&oe=66B0BF26	3	Hill Katie Kelly	2024-07-31 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,951,052	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":true,"simple_request_ratio":0.18518518518518517,"is_bh_selenium":null,"selenium_ratio":null,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	No	2024-07-31 19:15	active	1197	877128824306344	Big Screen Blitz: OLYMPICS 2024 SWIMMING @ Frontier!	Big screen watch party to support the Casper Swim Club! 🇺🇸🔥 Watch all the action on our LARGEST movie screen and enjoy all your favorite movie treats including popcorn, sodas and fresh candies. NCHS and Kelly Walsh swim teams will also be there! Admission is free, but donations to the Casper Swim Club are gladly accepted. $1 from each popcorn/drink combo will be donated to the Casper Swim Club.	EVENT_RSVP	https://www.facebook.com/events/392427200119031/	1921689914715934	Frontier Brewing Company and Taproom	https://facebook.com/FrontierBrewing	5,556	1	1,037,769,144,631,957	2024-07-31 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	INTERESTED	Frontier Brewing Company and Taproom	120211614364210110	Big Screen Blitz: OLYMPICS 2024 SWIMMING @ Frontier!	NONE	event	Big screen watch party to support the Casper Swim Club! 🇺🇸🔥 Watch all the action on our LARGEST movie screen and enjoy all your favorite movie treats including popcorn, sodas and fresh candies. NCHS and Kelly Walsh swim teams will also be there! Admission is free, but donations to the Casper Swim Club are gladly accepted. $1 from each popcorn/drink combo will be donated to the Casper Swim Club.	https://www.facebook.com/events/392427200119031/	2024-07-31 12:22	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453508748_1009949083838612_7638307535930514767_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=sN0aX-nAaTsQ7kNvgGdSJb-&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&gid=AoGPeAzXWlXwCbFboUKsM4o&oh=00_AYCJrp2D65vB_quoobMx5oQHz5NCKnA6WnfBUYuZaKGOZQ&oe=66B0B4AB	person_profile			3	Frontier Brewing Company and Taproom	2024-07-31 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,950,947	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	Yes	2024-07-31 19:15	active	1197	1566522420874274	For Sale	1154 Eastlake Blvd - Washoe Valley, NV 89704		https://www.luxuryportfolio.com/property/tour/EQJL	272136572864358	Dickson Realty	https://facebook.com/dicksonre	1,815	1	1,432,437,114,813,697	2024-07-31 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1		Dickson Realty	120209267376900452	luxuryportfolio.com	NONE	image	NV Lic# S.44171	https://www.luxuryportfolio.com/property/tour/EQJL?utm_campaign=just_listed&utm_content=240009436&utm_source=Adwerx	2024-07-31 11:41	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453251201_1599193070646040_6715724564100076237_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ixhalyo0zVkQ7kNvgF7pQqm&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYBgO0Bn_Ma7OcSqjXz4U82toObs-rZuWUmulg1cIwLzLA&oe=66B0AC1E	person_profile	Dickson Realty	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453487195_1562757557670145_2106929262399367777_n.jpg?_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=UYfbsx-geXUQ7kNvgENxaOn&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYAoS3_94uGlphXco3KxwXCdRiwEFJ3AZ7DRiwNSb9ltzg&oe=66B08BC0	3	Dickson Realty	2024-07-31 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,951,195	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1951154}'	No	2024-07-31 19:15	active	1197	1030632251745424	Continue watching more series 👉👉👉	😱🔥The Unwanted billionaire Heires🥰	WATCH_MORE	http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=live.	126997507157767	SHORT TV	https://facebook.com/61551042265812	425,449	1	2,947,883,582,034,121	2024-07-31 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	Watch more	SHORT TV	120209827280910599	play.google.com	NONE	video		http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=live.shorttv.apps	2024-07-31 06:16	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453303488_1658770234908090_9043746921350795965_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=QpZppTFSr6EQ7kNvgGjbAmQ&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&gid=AeRgSvEeoQzikcfqanzHFME&oh=00_AYDnIFpbNroeLp7u8N9Et4skSASjtqijutTFYTjCGvQvwQ&oe=66B0BD7D	person_profile	SHORT TV	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453292099_1255715682257968_1023646537160707057_n.jpg?_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=PhPX9sXIPqEQ7kNvgFN3MpD&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&gid=AeRgSvEeoQzikcfqanzHFME&oh=00_AYDUTjAMjEFhIzA7AI1nrHLRTCdUsM2tCiOcTGzdzZZlLA&oe=66B0BDDA	3	SHORT TV	2024-07-31 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,950,893	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":true,"simple_request_ratio":0.0023214097288171364,"is_bh_selenium":null,"selenium_ratio":null,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	No	2024-07-31 19:15	active	1197	7938561376233887	🔥 Scorching HOT 6-Book Box Set! Billionaires, Bosses & Babies🔥	Billionaires, Bosses, and Babies - 6-Book Box Set<br /> <br /> Scorching HOT books brimming with Billionaires, Bosses, and Babies in one ULTIMATE 6-book collection!<br /> <br /> This two-complete-series GIANT box set will keep you binge-reading as you laugh, cry, and fall in love all over again with these sometimes grumpy, bossy, but always loveable, handsome, sexy billionaires.<br /> <br /> Book 1: Falling Too Hard<br /> Grumpy detective meets his match in a feisty redhead who has sworn off relationships. She offers him a no-strings-attached affair but they are soon falling too hard.<br /> <br /> Book 2: Moving Too Fast<br /> Wealthy politician has his entire life planned out until he meets a petite but sassy bar owner who is everything he never thought he wanted! After a one-night stand and surprise pregnancy later, things are moving too fast when they marry to save his career.<br /> <br /> Book 3: Never Too Late<br /> After a brief but steamy affair while on vacation, a wealthy widow witnesses a murder, only to find the police detective sent to protect her is none other than her unforgettable lover. They get a second chance because, with love, it's never too late.<br /> <br /> Book 4: My Grumpy Fake Boyfriend<br /> Ex-football player attorney needs a girlfriend, so he can attend a couples retreat and be considered for partner at his firm. The only girl available is a frumpy nerd. He doubts anyone will believe he’s interested in her… that is, until her friends get involved, she shows up at the airport looking stunning!<br /> <br /> Book 5: Billionaire’s Bossy Proposition<br /> His sister’s beautiful attorney is confident in the courtroom but a disaster in the bedroom. This billionaire offers to help her find that elusive O - la la! One condition: He calls the shots in the bedroom.<br /> Book 6: Falling For My Billionaire Boss<br /> Days in the office lead to steamy nights in each other’s arms until a surprise pregnancy ends with a marriage of convenience. This damaged billionaire thinks he’s incapable of love until he’s faced with a family he never thought he wanted.<br /> Continue Reading - FREE with Kindle Unlimited: <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fdp%2FB0CW1HV3P1&h=AT2r9L9dBamiZ8T8VXZ9lStij6-WSPdwQpr9AEj5v7rpbmndmsh_ZxhSxunOsSuJUguJ1CxmdyNvmv6J1rNzeHwANhweglHWm7aSxeXhcx9yqSqYi2ItORNA_8yjNZnNdqWtJ_lQaaNpTg" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CW1HV3P1</a>	LEARN_MORE	https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CW1HV3P1	106163342471605	Kelly Thomas	https://facebook.com/100092267142796	51	1	787,792,183,224,148	2024-07-31 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	Learn more	Kelly Thomas	120210459092040647	amazon.com	NONE	image	🔥Free on Kindle Unlimited❤️	https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CW1HV3P1	2024-07-31 05:42	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453603355_806406467979688_9222265991156768439_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=NQlkwvVCm-EQ7kNvgGaTVhU&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&gid=AxqBzhadgJyvui4nvscR87D&oh=00_AYCrGZ_wStLHgJ6xAOIoetoXyhfASPqZxcntHf8PLF-Gyw&oe=66B095BA	person_profile	Kelly Thomas	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453242124_1184242036185195_1555583809612728550_n.jpg?_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=8ZWMxgcJaYUQ7kNvgHgq6tp&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&gid=AxqBzhadgJyvui4nvscR87D&oh=00_AYA5Qkz6lI1Zjtd7I9bePO9UYZJUowq543GEOcqBnbjCmg&oe=66B09550	3	Kelly Thomas	2024-07-31 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,951,040	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-07-31 19:15	active	1197	1724467385023631	Kelly Moore Artist	These two dolls…TROUBLE if I ever saw it! <br /> <br /> They’re made of odd bits of this and that and can hang on your wall, they are great company when they manage to behave themselves. They’d love to be adopted as a pair but are listed individually. Link to more info in comments! /Kat		https://facebook.com/Kelly.Moore.Artist	439912099392811	Kelly Moore Artist	https://facebook.com/Kelly.Moore.Artist	44,404	1	805,581,665,094,953	2024-07-31 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1		Kelly Moore Artist	6610436220884		NONE	image	Dark Bird Palace, artist Kelly Moore’s studio, is located in Santa Fe New Mexico	https://facebook.com/Kelly.Moore.Artist	2024-07-31 12:38	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453506119_3700848500243805_7643000794624472729_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=f9YXx7aB8LQQ7kNvgHQ9TCp&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYBmUAvgLIjvI40srATFlpmLC4urrgVCnsiby7oKrbwllA&oe=66B0C0F9	person_profile			3	Kelly Moore Artist	2024-07-31 02:00	View Edit Delete
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1,951,130	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1950825}'	No	2024-07-31 19:15	active	1197	912840610605140		🔥NEW LISTING🔥<br /> 🏡16089 Elgin Ct, Faribault <br /> ➡️3 bed/2 bath/2 car/$499,900<br /> 📲Call/Text Daryl Bauer for more info<br /> ☎️(952) 240-5773<br /> 3D Tour plus message me for a showing here: <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fmedia.showingtimeplus.com%2Fsites%2F16089-elgin-ct-faribault-mn-55021-10823946%2Fbranded&h=AT2JI-PkyokDh9lspHG03A_2xUKcuYsnZVD8H-gGL8_JQ-Pce0AVjO7bZ_mr-QkWAb40oy4IyLIFYEGXP18PNJEyBvx-6KE0JtsfaJZ93_GQW-9cXDaPOz4rQegGMNK2amybVSOBtYlbOQ" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://media.showingtimeplus.com/sites/16089-elgin-ct-faribault-mn-55021-10823946/branded</a><br /> More than just lakefront! Welcome to the “Northwoods” in Rice County! Heavily wooded lot of nearly one acre tucked away on a non thru street, perched on a peninsula between Dudley and Kelly Lake. With 210 feet of lakeshore, this is the perfect blend of country, lake and seclusion. Uniquely designed home offers charming knotty pine walls and ceilings, a striking stacked brick fireplace with a wood feature insert, exposed beams, and a cozy open loft/bedroom with a private balcony. You will love all the outdoor entertaining spaces including the massive wrap around deck spanning over 500 sq ft. Features include main floor primary bedroom with walk thru bath, updated stainless steel kitchen appliances, family room wood stove, 3 season porch with hot tub, 2 slider doors to deck and walkout lower level. The deck & stairs are crafted from naturally durable ironwood. Seller to install new septic. 2 car detached garage. Just minutes to I-35 access and numerous area lakes. Pristine spring fed lake. Immerse yourself in the breathtaking views of the lake and surrounding countryside from your private sanctuary!	CALL_NOW		252629458249747	Daryl Bauer Home Resource Group, ReMax Advantage Plus	https://facebook.com/yoursignforgoodthingstocome	1,821	1	1,533,298,960,729,731	2024-07-31 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	Call now	Daryl Bauer Home Resource Group, ReMax Advantage Plus	6573499616746		NONE	multi_images			2024-07-31 11:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453874194_510879604831348_7323018375632711791_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=JRgEI5cT27EQ7kNvgGL1ShL&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYBkhqM9HfJATiMdGlJyW71N6XL42KrooE0lgFbPW_9o8Q&oe=66B0C0E2	person_profile	Daryl Bauer Home Resource Grou	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453490941_1195987584871783_8266149327582400436_n.jpg?_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=BjSm8vEVgTIQ7kNvgECT0CY&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYBIMrgzXAdSr36r7_L0ILc9jrahhAljrX0Idm_Lkjv4VA&oe=66B0A6F5	3	Daryl Bauer Home Resource Group, ReMax Advantage Plus	2024-07-31 02:00	View Edit Delete
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1,951,128	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1951127}'	Yes	2024-07-31 19:15	active	1197	365959079875701	The Newsletter 100k Movement Optimists Swear By 💯	Have you ever wanted to think & function like today’s top performers? 💪<br /> <br /> With allllll of the information floating around the internet these days… it’s hard to escape the constant influx of cliche wellness headlines that promise the world for practically nothing in return.<br /> <br /> ✅ ‘6 Quick Tips to Improve Your Sleep’, here…<br /> ✅ ‘4 Tricks to Lift Heavier Weights Instantly’, there…<br /> <br /> And while we’re huge fans of wellness info being freely and widely shared 👉 oftentimes these tips are peddled by self-proclaimed wellness gurus that struck the Tik Tok algorithm at the right time…<br /> <br /> That’s why we set out to create a life and sport performance resource that will serve as the golden key, or the Eras tour of movement optimization (but in your inbox, not an arena 🤪), if you will.<br /> <br /> 🛑 Welcome to: THE AMBUSH. 🛑<br /> <br /> Your new favorite and 100% FREE weekly newsletter curated by New York Times Best-Selling Authors and the same movement and mobility experts that are trusted by:<br /> <br /> 🔥 NFL Teams<br /> 🔥 Olympic Gold Medalists<br /> 🔥 All five branches of the Military<br /> 🔥 Top companies like Google, Amazon, and Slack, The Washington Post…<br /> 🔥 Plus hundreds of top podcasters including The Tim Ferriss Show and The Joe Rogan Experience.<br /> <br /> Every week, we’ll straight up ambush you with the mobility exercises, movement challenges, and all the life and sport-enhancing tips, tricks, and tools we’re loving… <br /> <br /> So you can work toward becoming a supple leopard ready for anything in the blink of an eye — one free newsletter at a time.<br /> <br /> We send every Friday, so make sure you get on the list so you don’t miss the next drop 👊<br /> <br /> See you in your inbox 📨	SUBSCRIBE	https://thereadystate.com/the-ambush/?utm_source=F	155425314471727	The Ready State	https://facebook.com/thereadystate	192,116	2	8,130,372,560,317,644	2024-07-31 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	Subscribe	The Ready State	120212079565670531	thereadystate.com	NONE	image	A FREE newsletter by Dr. Kelly & Juliett Starrett with cutting-edge mobility tools, movement optimization tips, and the best dang #LIFEHACKS on the internet.	https://thereadystate.com/the-ambush/?utm_source=Facebook&utm_medium=Paid&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}	2024-07-31 11:04	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/448512168_1003740274776790_1592042425710330897_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=fYQ0TUgYAa8Q7kNvgEg_1sj&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&gid=AB7sEBr8twynAUL_63j_Gc7&oh=00_AYBmTF6oyAJLFZsMOmM09ttOE8xpHFxaEZnMgaC_Iae9hg&oe=66B0A78E	person_profile		https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/448406982_1134086870985334_6141240436295361424_n.jpg?_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=1HeWtPZegEgQ7kNvgGYvg8_&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&gid=AB7sEBr8twynAUL_63j_Gc7&oh=00_AYDSSq5AYq3E-grnUfv6-gQY6Qgx4kILdjfprQluaRcmGw&oe=66B0A548	3	The Ready State	2024-07-31 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,951,149	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1951193}'	Yes	2024-07-31 19:15	active	1197	492313703285487	🔥🔥 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?" I asked.	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1,951,190	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":0.9375,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	Yes	2024-07-31 19:15	active	1197	1021688076065937	🔥🔥 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?" I asked.	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