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2,026,854	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2026834}'	Yes	2024-09-20 19:32	active	1516	❤️😍 click to read on 👉	Chapter 1 Autumn had come to Emperia, the capital city. The air was slightly chilly. Willow Jett leaned against the door of the toilet cubicle as she stared at a photo on her phone. It was of a man's side profile. The man was her husband, Quentin Strand. There was a woman beside him, but her face had been blurred out. All that was visible was a tattoo of a rose behind her shoulder. Just then, she heard the sound of someone turning on the tap outside. The lowered voices of some employees followed this as they gossiped. "Look at how Ms. Jett's always working and doesn't bother dressing up. Isn't she worried about Mr. Strand doing things behind her back?" "I know, right? I think they've been married for almost three years, yet they still don't have any kids." "I heard it's because Ms. Jett can't have kids …" They soon left, and silence descended upon the restroom once again. Willow pushed the door of her cubicle open, looking pale. She looked at herself in the mirror—there stood a woman dressed in frumpy officewear. She only had the slightest makeup on, and her long hair was pulled back into a bun. There was a pair of black-framed glasses perched on her dainty nose. She looked like the frumpiest woman alive. Willow focused on the mirror, but her mind wandered to the photo she'd been staring at earlier. How could the man in the photo be Quentin? He hadn't given up on her when they'd found out she couldn't have kids. She'd helped him at his company for the past three years, bustling here and there. He also cared about her. Suddenly, a melodious voice rang out behind her. "Willow." Willow returned to her senses and calmed down. "Willow, are you alright? You don't look so good." Sonia Sutton approached her, looking concerned. "I'm fine." Willow splashed some cold water on her face and looked up. Only then did she notice that Sonia had changed into a long, cream-colored, spaghetti-strap dress. Her curly hair was in an updo, and her makeup had been done flawlessly. She even had a diamanté under her right eye. "Why are you dressed like that?" Willow was slightly taken aback. She dried her hands with a paper towel. Sonia smiled brightly and linked arms with Willow. "Have you forgotten that there's a celebratory dinner tonight? It's for the project with Bassett Corporation." Celebratory dinner? It was only then that Willow remembered there was a party that night to celebrate the successful cooperation with Bassett Corporation. She'd worked on it for three months, and the contract had finally been signed. The text from earlier had almost made her forget about it. "Sonia, you—" Willow stopped abruptly as her gaze landed on Sonia's back. The rose tattooed behind her shoulder was glaringly obvious. "What's wrong, Willow?" Sonia looked like she had no idea what was going on. She even positioned her shoulder so the tattoo showed even more clearly. Willow's heart sank. Before this, she could tell herself that the photo had been edited. But could she still lie to herself when the tattoo's owner stood before her? Still … why did it have to be Sonia? Willow had taken a liking to Sonia and hired her immediately after her graduation. Over the years, she'd treated Sonia like her own sister. Quentin always teased her and joked that she treated Sonia too well. She never would've expected this. Chapter 2 "Willow?" Sonia waved a hand before Willow's eyes and blinked at her innocently. "Are you really okay? Should I call Quentin and tell him that you'll head home first while I help him in your stead?" Her expression was naive and oblivious. Willow's nails dug into her palms as she suppressed her emotions. She forced out a faint smile. "I'm fine. Let's get out of here." Confronting Sonia now and ruining the peace would only turn her into a laughingstock. "Oh, okay." Sonia smiled. She wanted to link arms with Willow again, but the latter dodged her. A number of years ago, Strand Real Estate had already fallen from grace. But after Willow married Quentin, she'd spent the past three years making it rise from the dead. It had gone from being at the bottom of the ladder to being among the top companies in Emperia. This month, they'd even managed to score a deal with Bassett Corporation. A bright future lay ahead of them. When Willow came out of the restroom, the party had already started. She still looked as frumpy as ever in her office wear and light makeup. No one at the party noticed her entrance. Before her, there was a crowd gathered around a handsome man wearing a white suit. He was speaking to them confidently. It was her husband, Quentin. Instead of approaching him like she normally would, Willow grabbed a glass of wine and sat in a corner. When had Quentin and Sonia gotten together? How far had they gone behind her back? Had Quentin really fallen for Sonia, or was he just sick of the fact that Willow couldn't bear him a child? Countless thoughts surged in Willow's mind. Without even realizing it, she downed a few bottles of wine. She started getting drunk. Her stomach roiled. She stood up, wanting to take a breather outside. Willow moved past the crowd and stepped into the quiet corridor. She pushed open a window but felt like the slight breeze wasn't enough. And so, she took her heels off and clambered onto the window. The cool night air made her glasses fog up a little, so she took them off and threw them aside. However, as soon as she settled down on the window pane, an arm wrapped around her waist and tugged her backward—she fell into a strong embrace. Willow yelped in surprise and immediately pulled out of her drunken state. As she leaned against the unfamiliar man, she looked up to meet a pair of dark, cold eyes. "Mr. Bassett?" Willow had to squint to get a clear glimpse of the man before her. Then, she hurriedly stumbled backward and pushed him away. The man, Theodore Bassett, wore a black, tailor-made suit, and his expression was cool. His sharp jaw was slightly tense. When he saw how Willow wanted to get away from him, he released her and gave her a calm look. "Ms. Jett." Willow was much more clear-headed now, thanks to what had just happened. She guessed that Theodore had misunderstood her, so she quickly explained, "I was just trying to enjoy the breeze. Don't get me wrong, Mr. Bassett." They hadn't had much contact while negotiating the deal, but Willow knew very well how Theodore operated. "Is that so?" Theodore stuck his hand in his pocket. He scrutinized her expression for a few seconds before looking away. "I thought you were making a run for it because you didn't want to work on this project." Willow's face turned slightly red at his words, but she didn't let her smile slip. "You jest, Mr. Bassett." A cool breeze enveloped them as soon as the words were out of her mouth. It was only then that Willow realized she was standing there barefoot. She also had no idea where she'd flung her glasses. She was a little short-sighted, and the corridor was dark. There was no way she'd be able to find the glasses on her own. Theodore gave her a look. It had been years. Since she'd gotten together with Quentin, she seemed to have concealed all her beauty and glory. Chapter 3 Theodore bet Willow had forgotten all about that meeting in their youth. Willow bit her lip. She couldn't see Theodore's face clearly. She asked awkwardly, "Could you help me find my glasses?" Silence was all that answered her. Theodore didn't say anything. Willow stood before him, her face red with embarrassment. Her bright eyes had a languid seductiveness. It was too bad they were unfocused, and she wasn't looking at him. Back then, he'd been forced to leave the country. By the time he returned, she'd already married someone else. Theodore gave an unfathomable chuckle before finding the glasses and handing them to Willow. "Thanks." She reached out to accept them. She instinctively retracted her hand as her fingers brushed against his rough ones. "Sorry." She put the glasses on. Her vision was finally clear again. Theodore's eyes darkened a little. He looked away and turned to enter the banquet hall. Willow stood there for a few seconds longer before following him in. … "You're amazing, Mr. Strand. You managed to get Strand Real Estate to where it is in just three short years." "I bet this is the missus standing beside you—she's gorgeous! You two are a match made in heaven." "That's right. I heard Mrs. Strand is very adept at running the company. I bet she's been a big help to you, Mr. Strand." As soon as Willow entered the hall, she saw a couple standing underneath the lights. The man looked handsome in his white suit, and the woman matched him perfectly in her cream-colored dress. Indeed, they looked like a match made in heaven. If only the man weren't her husband. The people's flattery made Quentin beam. Sonia tucked her hair behind her ear shyly and exchanged a loving gaze with Quentin. Willow felt a stab of pain in her heart. She grabbed a glass of wine from the passing server and strode toward them. "Honey," she said to Quentin with a gentle smile. She stepped forward with her wine glass. When Sonia saw her, she quickly let go of Quentin's arm and said coquettishly, "You're finally here, Willow." "Willow." Quentin approached her like the tender and loving husband he pretended to be. He wrapped an arm around her waist. Willow suppressed the disgust that welled up in her and looked at him. "What were you guys talking about?" "Oh, Mrs. Strand. We've heard plenty about you—all good, of course." The person who'd mistaken Sonia for Quentin's wife quickly switched tacks. Still, they were all experienced businessmen. They immediately knew what was going on. Willow held her wine glass up with a smile and greeted them. "Mr. Walsh, Mr. Carlton." Quentin looked at her tenderly and took the wine glass from her. "Don't drink too much, Willow." He was so tender and doting. He was the perfect husband. "You two are such a loving couple, Mr. and Mrs. Strand." "Why, you're making me jealous!" The people around them took the opportunity to flatter them. Willow glanced at Sonia, whose expression had darkened. A hint of coldness flitted through her heart, but she went along with the people and smiled. "How about you drink on my behalf, honey?" Quentin lifted her wine glass to his lips and downed it. The crowd cheered. Suddenly, Sonia lost her balance and spilled her wine on her cream dress. "Oh, no!" "Sonia!" Quentin subconsciously released Willow to hold Sonia up. A trace of smugness flashed across Sonia's face. She looked at Willow apologetically and said, "My dress is dirty, Willow, and I only have a change of clothes in Quentin's car. Can I ask him to take me there so I can get my clothes?" Chapter 4 Sonia looked at her pitifully, but Willow saw the provocation in her gaze. In that instant, she understood something—Sonia was the one who'd sent that photo to her! She'd even revealed her rose tattoo on purpose to lay the truth bare. What about Quentin, then? Willow felt like her heart had been stabbed by millions of shards of glass. She looked at Quentin. Was it his intention to let her know, too? Was he forcing her to ask for a divorce? Quentin still looked like his usual tender self. "Willow, I'll help Sonia to the car so she can get changed. You should stay here and help me entertain the guests." Willow suppressed her bitterness and forced out a smile. "Alright." Still, her heart was heavy. She couldn't help recalling what she'd seen in the photo. Sonia and Quentin couldn't possibly go that far, could they? For some reason, she subconsciously followed Quentin and Sonia. "Ms. Jett?" The elevator doors had slid open. Willow didn't notice this until someone called her name. As soon as she looked up, she saw Theodore and his assistant standing inside. Theodore's assistant, Clark Arden, was the one who'd called her. Theodore was looking straight ahead. His handsome face was devoid of emotion. "Sorry." Willow glanced at him before stepping forward awkwardly. The enclosed space was stuffy. Willow checked her phone several times. It took a while for the elevator to go from the 76th floor to the first. Theodore exuded an air of dominance even just standing there, and she could smell the faint scent of tobacco on him. When they finally arrived at the first floor, Willow couldn't wait to get out of the elevator. She'd only taken a step when Theodore suddenly called out, "Ms. Jett." "Yes?" Willow faltered and turned around. Theodore looked at her, his gaze sharp and cold. "If anything goes wrong during the project, I'll immediately put a stop to it." Willow was taken aback. When she realized he was doubting her condition, she straightened up and said seriously, "Don't worry, Mr. Bassett. I know where to draw the line between business and personal matters." He glanced at her and smiled slightly mockingly. "I hope so." With that, the elevator doors slid shut again. Willow stood there for a while. She didn't really understand what Theodore meant by that smile, but she quickly put it behind her. She hurriedly turned to walk out. The temperature was lower outside the building. She'd only taken a few steps when she got goosebumps on her calves. Willow looked around, finally spotting Quentin's car, which was parked beside the building. She didn't even need to get close to hear the muffled noise coming from inside the car. Willow stopped in her tracks. The car started shaking slightly. A woman's wanton moans and a man's suppressed grunts made their way into her ears. The car doors were locked. The back seat windows were slightly fogged up, and Willow could vaguely see a hand pressed against it. It was true! … Willow sat at the bar counter, downing drink after drink. Quentin had betrayed her. "Willow, I have a crush on you. I've had feelings for you for ages!" "Marry me, Willow. I swear I'll treat you well." "It's okay, Willow. It's okay even if we can't have kids. You'll always be my treasure." Lies. They were all lies! Willow's eyesight was blurry. She didn't know whether it was from her tears or something else. Her heart felt like it had been ripped to shreds. For the past three years, she'd put in so much effort to uphold and protect her marriage, yet it had turned out to be nothing but a joke. Chapter 5 Quentin … Quentin … Willow stood up. Her glasses were long gone, revealing the bright, seductive eyes that were always concealed behind them. She took off her frumpy jacket and untucked her blouse. Then, she let down her hair, allowing it to cascade over her shoulders. After that, she retrieved a lipstick from her bag and removed her heels. In the restroom, Willow turned on the tap and let it run as she returned to her senses. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her reflection showed a woman with a gorgeous face and delicate features. Her face was bare, and her red lips were the only spot of color. Yet, her beauty was enough to take one's breath away. Back in college, she'd been the prettiest woman on campus. Countless men had had crushes on her and wanted to win her heart. She'd only put on those glasses, tied her hair up, and dressed frumpily because of what Quentin had told her after they'd married. He'd told her that she belonged to him and that he didn't want so many people to look at her. Yet … what had Quentin done to her? Willow's eyes turned red. She gnashed her teeth so hard she could taste the blood in her mouth. How could he do this to her? And if he was cheating on her so blatantly, why would she need to stay loyal to him? What gave him the audacity to treat her like this? Willow balled her hands into fists, and her eyes took on a determined gaze. She turned to walk out of the restroom. The corridor was dark, and the strobe lights made the atmosphere rather amorous. Willow wasn't completely sober yet, so she leaned against the wall for support as she stumbled away. Her sorrow and pain seemed to be magnified and on display at this very moment. Theodore frowned. He didn't know why, but he'd followed her after seeing her wander around aimlessly, looking heartbroken. The way she looked right now left a ripple in his heart. At this moment, Willow stumbled right into his arms. He frowned and said coldly, "Willow." She squinted upon hearing someone with a cold, emotionless voice calling her. She looked up to see Theodore standing before her. The first thing she saw was the sharp lines of his face, followed by his tightly pursed lips. He looked down at her domineeringly. Willow's blurry vision started clearing up. She recognized him. "T-Theodore?" She struggled to straighten up, then frowned at him. "What are you—" Theodore's frown deepened. His gaze was cold. "Don't tell me you're drowning your sorrows with drinks, Ms. Jett." And she was doing it for a man who didn't deserve to be loved. Willow couldn't really hear what he said. All she knew was that her heart hurt. All she could think about was the pain of Quentin's betrayal. He'd slept with another woman, and he'd betrayed her. "Willow?" Theodore reached out to hold Willow up when he felt her leaning against him again. As soon as he lowered his head, he felt something soft press against his lips—it was a pair of lips with a faint scent of drinks on them. At the same time, Willow pressed herself against him. The look in Theodore's eyes changed. He wanted to push her away, but she refused to let him go. Chapter 6 Willow's kiss was awkward and unskilled. Theodore stared at her. Their bodies were plastered together. He could clearly see her thick lashes and trembling eyelids. She was nervous and scared. Something seemed to tickle his heart. His expression shifted as he moved his hand to her waist, deepening the kiss. … Willow was hot. She felt like she was on a boat, rising and falling with the waves. Her fingers dug into the leather upholstery of the back seat of a car as she tilted her head up to accept Theodore's kisses. Things were getting steamy inside the car as they made amorous noises with their kissing. Her eyes were tightly shut. In her heart was a mixture of pain and exaltation. "What are you thinking about?" Theodore gripped her jaw and tilted her head up, leaning close to her. Willow bit her lip without saying anything. "Open your eyes." He moved his hand upward from her waist, his warm breath fanning over her ear. Seemingly unable to handle the torment, Willow opened her eyes to meet his dark, cold ones. Even at a time like this, Theodore's eyes were still devoid of emotion. "Do you know who I am?" He stared right into her eyes. "T-Theodore Bassett," Willow answered in a low voice, feeling shy and embarrassed. "That's right. Remember who I am." He leaned down to give her another searing kiss. … Willow's head was pounding from her hangover. She opened her eyes to be greeted by darkness. She was in an unfamiliar room and tangled in the sheets on the bed. A myriad of men's and women's clothing was scattered across the floor. Willow was taken aback for a few seconds before the memories of last night flooded her mind. She'd accidentally slept with Theodore in her drunken state! Willow took a deep breath before picking up her clothes and putting them on. She was about to get out of bed when the bathroom door swung open lightly. Theodore walked out in a black bathrobe. "Awake, are you?" His voice was hoarse and deep. Willow kept her head bowed, not daring to meet his gaze. She said lowly, "Yeah … Mr. Bassett, about last night, I—" "Get a divorce." A cold, emotionless voice interrupted her. Willow was taken aback. Her head flew up as she looked at him. "What?" Theodore sat on the couch before her and handed her a glass of water. He said calmly, "You, get a divorce immediately." It was like a bomb had been detonated in her mind. Willow accepted the glass of water from Theodore dazedly. "Mr. Bassett, I don't really … understand …" Theodore looked at her with narrowed eyes. His voice was cold as he said, "I won't be the third party in someone else's marriage, so …" He scanned her coldly. "... You have to get divorced." Since this was a decision she couldn't make, he would make it for her! Willow was dumbfounded. What was going on? What did his reluctance to be a homewrecker have to do with her having to get a divorce? It was something that she intended to do, anyway, but … Hold up! The realization dawned on Willow. Could it be that he was thinking of taking responsibility for this? "Mr. Bassett, I had too many drinks last night. Look, we're both adults, and I won't overthink things like this. Besides … last night wasn't my first time, so you don't need to—" "It was mine." Theodore cut her off icily. "Huh? What?" "Experiencing it for the first time." Theodore gave her a cold glance, sounding a little odd as he continued, "It was mine." Willow was rendered speechless. Chapter 7 Theodore looked deadly serious. It didn't feel like he was joking. Willow was stunned. Her ears turned red as awkwardness and embarrassment washed over her. Indeed, she was the one who'd seduced him last night, but she thought sleeping around was a regular thing for someone like Theodore. Yet now, he was telling her last night had been his first time. Theodore looked at Willow, whose head was bowed as her mind wandered. She had his shirt on, revealing a little of her collarbone. The hickeys on it were plain to see. The memories of last night flooded his mind, and his eyes darkened. He looked away from her. "I'll give you a week." Theodore stood up. His voice was calm but firm. "I want to see your divorce agreement in a week." … Willow got into the back seat of the car as the driver drove her. Her head was still hurting from her hangover. She massaged her temples, thinking about Theodore demanding her to get a divorce. She felt like she was dreaming. How ridiculous was this? So much had happened in one night. She'd learned about her husband cheating on her with her secretary, and she'd slept with a business partner after getting drunk at a bar. Now, that business partner was demanding she get a divorce and take responsibility for him. Willow's expression turned serious. Even if Theodore hadn't mentioned anything, she would've gotten a divorce anyway. Quentin had betrayed her and blatantly cheated on her. What would she be if she were to swallow this and move on? There was no doubt she would get a divorce, but she couldn't let Quentin off the hook so easily. Before leaving, she had to teach the two cheaters a lesson. … The driver sent Willow to Northside Gardens, a residential area north of the city. Two years ago, Willow scored a huge deal and earned the company a lot of money. After that, Quentin bought a villa there and moved the whole Strand family over after furnishing the place. Willow stood at the entrance and combed through her hair before walking in. As soon as she opened the door, the housekeeper, Wendy Maine, said loudly, "My, you're finally home, Madam Willow!" It was as if she couldn't wait for everyone in the house to hear that Willow was back. "We were worried sick when you stayed out the whole night!" Willow walked inside, looking cool and distant. "Where have you been, Willow?" Quentin hurried over to her when he saw her. "I kept calling you throughout the night, but you never answered. I was so worried." Willow was a little pale as she tried not to think about the disgusting things she'd caught him and Sonia doing. She smiled gently as she usually would and said, "I'm fine. It was late last night, and I didn't see you around, so I spent the night at Joey's place." "I saw Joey's story on Instagram saying she's away on a business trip, though. Why are you lying, Willow?" Quentin's sister, Stephanie Strand, sat on the couch nearby, eating a strawberry. She grinned, looking like she couldn't wait for a fight to break out. Quentin's mother, Gina Lambert, looked displeased at this. She said mockingly, "You'd better watch out, Quentin. Some people may not be able to have kids, but she sure could be a cheater." She sounded unbelievably insulting. The blood drained from Willow's face. She clenched her fists tightly without saying anything in response. She'd always known that Gina didn't like her. When she and Quentin married, Gina didn't like the fact that she was from a regular family. After marriage, Gina had mocked her repeatedly for being infertile. She'd said all sorts of terrible things in the past. "Mom!" Quentin wrapped an arm around Willow, looking stern. "Don't say such horrible things. We had a celebratory party at the company last night, and Willow helped me attend to the guests. It's only normal that she would've gotten drunk. I trust her!" He gave Willow a reassuring glance. If not for her witnessing last night's events, Willow would've been extremely moved. Wasn't Quentin such a loving, gentle, and considerate husband? But disgust welled up in her when she thought about the countless times he and Sonia had slept together behind her back, times that she didn't know about. Willow pushed him away. "I'm not feeling too well. I'm going to head upstairs." "Quentin, that outfit Willow is wearing is really expensive. When did you buy it for her? I want the same thing, too!" "Quentin, why are you still keeping a wife like her around? For all you know, she could've been cheating on you for years!" Stephanie and Gina spoke one after the other. Their words were either nonsensical or mocking. Quentin stood at the foot of the stairs as he watched Willow head upstairs. His expression turned serious. He couldn't help feeling there was something different about her. Had she noticed something last night? Willow shut the door behind her immediately after heading into the bedroom. She leaned against the wall, her chest heaving and her eyes red. What had she been doing for the past three years? Chapter 8 Willow had suffered in silence in a family like this for years, and all for the sake of a scumbag. Her heart sank. She shut her eyes and dried her tears. When she opened them again, a trace of determination flashed in them. "Willow? Willow, why have you locked the door?" Quentin had followed her upstairs. He'd already been worried about losing control and having car intimacy with Sonia after she'd seduced him. The fact that Willow had stayed out all night only worried him more. Had she really noticed something? "Willow, open the—" The door was unlocked. Quentin was taken aback for a second before he pushed the door open. "Willow, are you okay? What are you—" Willow stood before him, looking like a completely different person. She had a full face of makeup on, and she looked gorgeous. Her black-framed glasses were nowhere to be seen, and her hair cascaded over her shoulders in gentle waves. She wore a red dress. That, coupled with her beautiful face, made her seem unbelievably attractive. "Willow, why are you …" Quentin trailed off. He started feeling aroused. He'd always known that Willow was beautiful, but because she rarely dressed up after they married, he'd slowly forgotten what she originally looked like. This was such a surprise. A trace of mockery flashed past Willow's eyes when she saw Quentin stutter, but she didn't let it show. Instead, she smiled. "What's wrong, honey? Don't you like it when I dress like this?" "No, it's not that." Quentin gave her a loving look. "I was just surprised." Willow raised an eyebrow. "Oh? That surprised, huh? Is it because I'm older now and don't deserve to dress like this?" "Of course not." Quentin hurried forward and gave her a tender look. "To me, you'll always be the most beautiful woman in the world." He lowered his head, wanting to kiss her. Willow was smiling, but her heart was dead and cold. She averted her head when he was inches away, pressing a finger to his lips. "You're such a sweet talker." "No, everything I say comes from the heart." Quentin held her hand, looking like the most devoted husband in the world. Willow clenched her fist lightly but kept her smile in place. "Alright, alright. That's enough fun. I have to head to the company to deal with some things." She pushed him away lightly, sidestepped him, and left. Quentin was left standing there, burning with arousal. He felt awkward and lost. … Willow ignored Gina's and Stephanie's mockery as she headed downstairs. She left to go to the company. She was the center of attention as soon as she stepped into the building. Since her first day of work there, Willow had always dressed frumpily. Now that she'd changed overnight, she became the talk of the company. "Is that Ms. Jett? Am I seeing things?" "God, Ms. Jett's gorgeous! She has both beauty and brains. I'll be frank with you—I'm a woman, but I think I'm falling for her." "Whoa, Ms. Jett's actually so pretty. In the past, I thought she wasn't worthy of Mr. Strand despite her being great at running the company. But now, I think Mr. Strand's the one who isn't worthy of her …" "Who's not worthy of who?" Sonia walked in, feeling delighted. She'd gone to such an extent last night that she refused to believe Willow hadn't noticed anything. She would like to see how much longer the ugly old witch would shamelessly hold on to being Quentin's wife. "Sonia!" The receptionist was on pretty good terms with Sonia. She said, "Hurry and go take a look at Ms. Jett. You'll be super surprised!" Willow? Had she done something humiliating after being provoked by last night's events? Sonia smiled while holding her coffee. "Sure." She headed to Willow's office and barged in without knocking. "Willow!" She didn't see anyone behind the desk. 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2,024,918	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2025261}'	No	2024-09-20 19:26	active	1516	😍Read the next chapters👉	Chapter 1 "You'll have the test results in about an hour." The nurse's smile was gentle and reassuring as she took the vial of blood from Madeline Sanders. Madeline held a cotton swab to her arm and settled into a chair in the waiting area. She was a bit pale, but her eyes sparkled with hope. She had a hunch she was conceived, and that hospital visit was just to make sure. Three years ago, Trevon Gibson was involved in a terrible car crash that left him comatose, with doctors saying he would never wake up. Lydia Sanders, Trevon's high school sweetheart and Madeline's half-sister, did not waste any time and jetted off abroad for her studies. Somehow, Trevon's grandmother—Edith Gibson—figured that Madeline was Trevon's lucky charm and insisted she marry him. The Gibson family promised to care for Madeline's mother, who was lost in her own world of madness. Madeline felt trapped but agreed to the marriage. Little did everyone know that Madeline was secretly in love with Trevon for years. To everyone's surprise, Trevon woke up after the wedding. However, Madeline's joy was short-lived. Trevon's first words to her were icy and calculated. "Out of respect for my grandmother, I'll take you as Mrs. Gibson for three years. When Lydia returns in three years, I will marry her." Madeline had braced herself to play along with that deal, ready to step aside when the time came. However, life threw a curveball a month and a half ago. Trevon stumbled home after drowning his sorrows in wine that day, and Madeline single-handedly managed to drag him inside. Supporting a drunken Trevon was like moving a boulder—each step a battle of strength. Madeline and Trevon could no longer keep themselves upright and crumpled to the floor just inside the front door. Their lips brushed together in the fall, an accidental kiss that sent Madeline's heart racing. Trevon was a notorious germaphobe, avoiding physical contact like the plague. However, that unexpected kiss seemed to unlock something in him, and he leaned in for another. Madeline was caught off guard, but she did not resist. Later, in the quiet aftermath, Madeline could not bear to stay in the bed they shared. She tiptoed around the sleeping Trevon, erasing any trace of what had happened between them. The hospital was a hive of activity, but Madeline felt alone in the crowd. With trembling hands, she opened the lab results. 'Early stage of conceive. Recommend a follow-up ultrasound.' Joy flickered across her face, quickly hidden behind her hand to muffle her giggles. Regardless of the state of her marriage, that baby was a precious gift. She was eager to tell Trevon, her fingers hovering over her phone. However, she hesitated. Trevon's germaphobia was not just about objects—it extended to people. She had seen him scrub his hands raw after a mere handshake. However, wine had loosened his inhibitions that one night. Would he believe the baby was his? Doubt clouded Madeline's mind, bringing a headache and a wave of nausea. She was jostled as a group of doctors in white coats rushed by, nearly sending her phone flying. "Emergency! Please step aside," a nurse said, flashing Madeline a quick, apologetic smile before dashing off. Madeline took a deep breath, watching the commotion unfold. Her gaze drifted to the emergency room doors without much thought. However, in a heartbeat, her eyes widened in shock. Trevon was there, shielding Lydia as they stepped down from the ambulance. He guided her gently onto a stretcher and, with a team around them, made a beeline for the VIP suite. A chilling shiver sliced through Madeline, her knees buckling as she clung to the nearby railing for support. Lydia was back. In the hospital room, the doctor briefed Trevon. "It seems like a mild concussion, but we'll need the test results to be sure." Trevon's expression was serious. "Speed it up. Use the VIP route." Lydia, stretched out on the gurney, smiled weakly at Trevon. "You're always so kind to me." Lydia pouted as she continued, "I wasn't paying attention. Who would've thought a bike bump could lead to a concussion? In Ameristan, people usually slow down on their own." Trevon gave her a fleeting, detached look. A flicker of worry crossed Lydia's face. "Trevon, with Skylandia's tight deadlines, isn't my accident going to set us back a lot?" Skylandia was the latest venture from Trevon's gaming empire, Xystos Tech, and Lydia had returned to lead the art on it. "I won't stay here. I have to get back to work," she declared, attempting to get out of bed. Trevon was quick to intervene, his hand on her shoulder easing her back down. "Don't be childish." As the tender scene unfolded, Madeline watched them outside the VIP room with gritted teeth. Trevon was notorious for his meticulous ways, but he did have a soft spot. He was not always distant. He just saved all his warmth for Lydia. Madeline felt a wave of emotion as she teared up. She touched her nose and fought the tears. Without really knowing why, she found herself pulling out her phone and calling Trevon. In the sterile silence of the hospital room, Trevon's face froze for a moment as he checked his phone, then casually handed it off to his assistant, Simon Taylors. "Tell her I'm tied up in a meeting." Madeline's heart clenched as Trevon's annoyed expression flickered across his face. Simon, moving to the side, answered Madeline's call softly. "Hello, Mrs. Gibson. Mr. Gibson is busy in a meeting. Is there something you need?" Madeline's lips twitched with a defeated smile. "No, it's nothing. I just hit the wrong button." Simon frowned. "Mr. Gibson's schedule is packed. Please be more careful in the future, Mrs. Gibson." The future? Was there even a future to speak of? Lydia, overhearing Simon, gave Trevon a subtle glance. She casually showed off the pink Hello Kitty bandage on her hand. Trevon's eyes snapped to it, his voice laced with a hint of longing. "You still haven't kicked that old habit, I see." Lydia forced a smile. "Well, you know I've always been fond of Hello Kitty." Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to soften. Madeline could not stand it any longer. Clutching her phone, she turned around and left. She thought one night could change things, but it was just wishful thinking. Despite the autumn season, Redenbaugh City was sweltering, and the hospital's air conditioning was cranked up, sending chills down her spine. She felt light-headed, as if she were floating on air. Suddenly, a little boy darted into her path, bumping into her. Madeline's face went pale as she caught the little boy, but in doing so, she lost her footing and tumbled to the ground. The fall sent a chill up her spine, and she held her belly, too afraid to move. The boy, however, started wailing, drawing curious glances from passersby. His mother rushed over and gave him a quick once-over. When she found him unscathed, she pulled him into a tight embrace before turning to Madeline with fury. "Can't you watch where you're going? You ran into my baby! How will you make this right?" Madeline, her mind on the baby she was carrying, bit back her pain and chose not to retaliate. Instead, she made her way to the maternity ward upstairs. The mother was not having it, yanking on Madeline's arm. "You think you can just hit someone and leave?" Madeline, nearly tripping over, turned slightly and offered calmly, "Should we review the security footage?" The woman, clutching her son, stormed off. Madeline felt her vision darken as she clutched her chest. She leaned against the railing, immobilized. In the VIP ward, Lydia gazed at Trevon longingly and leaned in for a kiss. Trevon, who was aloof, felt a wave of nausea as she got close. His vision blurred, and his chest tightened. He flinched and shoved Lydia away. Chapter 2 "Here's the divorce agreement. Take a look." Trevon, fresh from the hospital, confronted Madeline with a request for divorce. The image of Lydia's hurt look lingered in his mind, leaving him with a sense of resignation. His rejection was not just about his aversion to germs. It was also the sudden sickness and weakness that overtook him. He dismissed it as a one-off, which was not worth worrying about. However, faced with Madeline, the discomfort was undeniable. Madeline, still reeling from her hospital visit, was blindsided by the divorce papers laid out before her. It took a moment for her to find her voice, and when she did, it quivered. "Do we really have to end this?" "Yes." Madeline's grip tightened, and the question she could not suppress spilled out. "Is it because Lydia's back?" Trevon loosened his tie, his face turning to stone. "Didn't I make myself clear three years ago?" He had, and she had accepted it. However… "If... Just if..." Madeline hesitated, biting her lip. Trevon was impatient. "Madeline, you can't always want more." She looked up sharply, disbelief etched on her face. Did he think she was haggling over the divorce terms? With several deliberate taps on the table, Trevon continued, "Indeed, you've done everything required of being a wife these past three years. There's a modest place near Johnsrud. It's yours now. That's the best I can do. Don't make me lose respect for you." Madeline's response was trapped in her throat as she smiled bitterly. Three years of marriage, and her reward was a house. Should she be thankful? He was determined to get the divorce over with, by any means necessary. There was no need to mention the baby. It would only complicate how he saw her. She did not need a man whose heart belonged to another. Madeline felt nauseous, feeling like she needed to purge immediately. She crouched down to clutch the bin and gagged, but nothing came up. Trevon watched, his brow furrowed in disbelief. Why did her sickness stir something in him? Was it a mere coincidence? Seeing her ashen face, it was clear she was unwell. Trevor gave Madeline a questioning look. "Are you sick? When did it start? What's wrong?" Madeline felt the urge to throw up but could not, which only intensified her discomfort. Clinging to the trash can seemed like the only thing she could do. At the sound of his question, her fingers tensed uncontrollably. She forced a casual response. "Maybe it's just a cold. No big deal." "Answer me!" His voice turned sharp, sending a jolt through Madeline, and she murmured almost without thinking. "This afternoon, when you were… I'm just feeling a bit of chest tightness, weak limbs, and a touch of nausea. Typical cold symptoms." She did not bring up the hospital visit, quickly labeling it a cold to avoid any wild guesses. The timing and the symptoms lined up perfectly. 'So, it's because we caught a cold at the same time?' Trevon wondered. Madeline finally let go of her resistance. She deliberately avoided the divorce papers on the table and fetched the sour orange she had bought earlier from the fridge. Her mouth was unbearably uncomfortable, and she craved the relief of something sour. After all, she would need some strength in her hand to sign those papers. The moment she took out the sour orange, its tangy scent filled the room. Catching a glimpse of Trevon standing to the side, watching her with a frown, she hesitated before offering, "Want one?" Trevon looked away, clearly uninterested. Madeline chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry, it slipped my mind. You're not into sour stuff." However, as she sliced into the vibrant sour orange and its juicy interior burst with a potent tangy aroma, Trevon seemed unable to look away. Madeline was about to take a bite when she noticed Trevon approaching. His towering presence felt like a wall closing in, making the kitchen feel smaller by the second. Instinctively, Madeline stepped back. "If you don't like it, then I'll just..." Before she could finish, Trevon was at the sink, lathering up with soap, washing his hands with deliberate care three times before reaching for a piece of the sour orange. He scrunched his forehead, eyeing the orange for a long moment before popping it into his mouth. Madeline's jaw dropped in astonishment. However, Trevon did not spit it out. He chewed thoughtfully and swallowed before looking at her seriously. "Next time, make sure the knife's washed three times, okay?" The urge to bite into that tangy orange slice was irresistible. Sure enough, the sour kick seemed to soothe his queasy stomach. It was not just some bug. His nausea had kicked in right after Madeline's, as if he was only sick because she was. What was up with that? Trevon made a mental note to get to the bottom of it. Madeline gave a simple "Oh" in response. They finished the orange together, a moment of closeness they had not felt in three years. After washing her hands, Madeline looked up at Trevon. Sharing that sour fruit seemed to have bridged the gap between them, if only a little. However, their journey together was nearing its end. She murmured, "I'll sign the divorce papers." It was like cashing out after three years. A million and five hundred thousand, and a house to her name. She was coming out ahead. When she was about to sign, Trevon snatched the papers away. "We'll add another house to the deal. Wait for the lawyer's final draft." Madeline nodded, still in a daze. Suddenly, Trevon's phone buzzed and Lydia's whiny voice came through as he picked up the call. "Trevon, when are you coming? I'm bored." Madeline gripped her pen so hard her thumb whitened, nearly snapping it. Trevon ended the call, grabbed his jacket, and headed for the door. Madeline stepped forward, her voice tinged with concern. "How am I supposed to explain this to Grandma?" "We'll talk when I'm back," Trevon replied before the door slammed shut behind him. The house, once filled with life, echoed with emptiness. Madeline chuckled at herself, shook off the silence, and went to the kitchen to whip up some noodles. After all, she had to think about the little one growing inside her. A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Expecting Trevon, who might have forgotten something, she swung the door open only to be greeted by unwelcome faces. Madeline's warmth vanished. "What are you two doing here?" Cilix Sanders, her father, smiled and said, "You weren't picking up, so your mom and I thought we'd drop by." Her phone did show a string of missed calls. Ignoring their calls was nothing new, but their sudden visit was unexpected. "My mom's lost her mind, locked up in Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital. Did you forget to visit her, or did you forget she's there?" Skylar Lowe, Madeline's stepmother, stood beside Cilix in her flawless outfit. She looked nothing like someone who had toiled in the fields. However, her sharp and calculative eyes matched her biting tone. "Such disrespect! Where are your manners?" Madeline was furious. If she truly lacked manners, Skylar would have been long gone. It was Skylar's appearance, after all, that had tipped her mother over the edge. However, Madeline had been biding her time, collecting proof. They would all pay, eventually. Pushing down the bile, she asked coolly, "So, what brings you here?" "Let's talk inside," was all they said. Once they were in, Madeline poured water into two glasses, her hands steady as stone. Madeline's calm and compliant facade only fueled Skylar's ego. With an arrogant head tilt, she announced, "Your sister's back in town. It's time you end things with Trevon and give up your title as Mrs. Gibson to her!" Madeline fought the impulse to douse Skylar with water as she gripped the kettle firmly. "Give it up? I'm not following you." Madeline's gaze shifted to Cilix. "You told me when Trevon was in that coma, the company was strapped for cash. Marrying Trevon was the only way to afford my mom's medical bills. I married into the Gibson family for the sake of the Sanders family. How did Lydia end up taking my place as the daughter-in-law of the Gibson family?" Chapter 3 "I was looking out for the Sanders family too," Cilix said as he sipped his water. "The Sanders-Gibson family alliance is crucial. Three years by Trevon's side, and what? No kids, no hold on his heart, no benefits for the Sanders family. Now that Lydia's back, along with her bond with Trevon, these issues will vanish. I can even afford better care for your mother." Cilix's duplicity struck Madeline once more. Madeline countered, "Did you forget why Lydia left the country? Or do you think the Gibsons have forgotten too?" "That's why we're asking you to initiate the divorce with Trevon," Cilix replied. Madeline saw right through their plot. She would step aside, letting Lydia take the lead, and the Sanders family would reap all the rewards. After a tense silence, Madeline broke the ice. "I'm willing to divorce Trevon, but on one condition. I want my mom's shares—the ones she's entitled to." Cilix instantly became furious. Once upon a time, the Sanders family was a picture of unity. Cilix, who came from nothing, married Bella Ziegler—Madeline's mother—and quickly turned his fortune around with a garment factory. However, Bella paid a steep price, severing ties with her own family. It was not until Skylar—previously 'Jolene', with her kids in tow—showed up that Bella realized the magnitude of her mistake. She battled depression for years, and the strain of the revelation only deepened her illness. That was when Cilix dropped the divorce bomb. He played the bankruptcy card during the split, claiming all assets were tied up. Bella was left with scraps. However, once the divorce papers were signed, Cilix's business miraculously bounced back. Ever the opportunist, Cilix kept footing Bella's medical bills, basking in the glow of his newfound reputation. Madeline only pieced it all together as she grew up—her mother had been played. She had been nursing a plan to set things right ever since. The meeting ended with frosty treatment all around. Madeline shut the door behind them, collapsed onto the couch, and lost herself in the darkness outside the window. … Dawn's light crept into the room. Madeline shielded her eyes and took a moment to adjust before getting up reluctantly. Nausea washed over her in an unforgiving wave. Trevon had not come home all night. Madeline's emotions were a mess—resignation laced with a hint of disappointment. However, above all, there was relief. It was as if her decision to let go the day before had freed her from hope. Madeline sank back into the pillows. The click of the electronic lock signaled an arrival at the door. Madeline glanced up, and there was Lydia, swathed in designer elegance, striding in with a smile that could light up the room. "Madeline, it's been ages." Rising slowly, Madeline perched on the edge of the couch, her eyes a storm of loathing. "Who said you could come in? Leave!" Lydia's smile only grew. "Trevon sent me, of course. He spent last night at the hospital with me, then dashed off to work at dawn. He asked me to pick up a suit for him." A shadow crossed Madeline's face. So, Trevon was with Lydia last night. She had waited like a fool on that couch all night long, clinging to his promise. 'We'll talk when I get back.' "You're just like your mother, always the homewrecker," Madeline spat. Lydia's laughter rang out. "Who's the real homewrecker? It's the unloved one. Even the lock's code is my birthday. Trevon's heart is still with me. Madeline, you've been using my birthday to open this door for the past three years. That must sting, doesn't it?" Madeline's eyes flickered, her grip tightening on the blanket. She inhaled sharply before smiling mockingly. "Is technology that archaic where you come from? We've moved on to facial recognition, or fingerprints at the very least. Key codes are a thing of the past." Lydia's smile faltered, her composure slipping for a split second. "Outdated or not, Trevon's word is law." Madeline could not be bothered with petty squabble. Her nausea was getting worse. She gestured toward Trevon's bedroom. "His stuff's in there. Help yourself." With a smug grin, Lydia disappeared into the room and emerged moments later, a bundle of clothes in her arms. Before she took off, she sauntered over to Madeline, flashed her hand, and there it was—a dazzling diamond ring. There was also that cutesy pink bandage on her finger. "My mom says you're dragging your feet on the divorce—kinda funny, don't you think? Trevon's put a ring on it, so why embarrass yourself? Time to get a clue." She leaned in, whispering to Madeline, "Face it, you've never been able to outdo me in anything since we were kids." Old memories came rushing back. Her favorite things, her mentors, her dad, her very home—Lydia had snatched them all away with just a few words. Madeline squinted and swiftly yanked the bandage off Lydia's hand. "You've always been into taking my stuff, huh?" She eyed Lydia's pristine hand and tossed the bandage into the bin with a look of disgust. "Bandages are disposable. Get a new one, and it's as good as ever. However, you know what's really scary about a guy who's been down the aisle twice?" Madeline rose to her feet, locking eyes with Lydia as she smiled slyly. "It's the lingering lessons from his ex. His style, habits, tastes, thoughts—they're all tinged with the ghost of the woman before you. Chew on that. Good luck." "Madeline!" Ignoring her, Madeline grabbed a bag of clothes and thrust it into Lydia's arms. "So long, no need for goodbyes!" Behind the wheel on her way to work, Lydia smacked the steering wheel, Madeline's parting shot replaying in her head. The phone buzzed. Lydia answered with a huff. "What's up with the wake-up call?" Wren Naylor, Lydia's assistant, hesitated before speaking up with caution. "Ms. Sanders, the planning team wants to add an illustrator to the project. They've already picked someone out." "They've what now? Since when does planning get to call the shots on art hires? They really need to stay in their lane." Wren stayed quiet. Lydia bit back her frustration. "Alright, I'm heading to the office soon. I'll sort it out with them." Instead of going to her department when she arrived at the office, Lydia went to the top floor to drop off some clothes for Trevon. Trevon accepted the clothes, but his brow creased in confusion. Lydia felt a twinge of worry. "Something wrong with the clothes?" They were definitely not his usual brand. Madeline would not slip up like that. "Madeline wasn't there when you picked these up?" Realizing the brand mismatch, Lydia understood her mistake. Madeline's earlier words echoed in her head. Lydia bit her lip, looking hurt. "Madeline just handed me these and shooed me out when I arrived. You know she's never been fond of me." She sighed resignedly and continued, "Typical Madeline, knowing you're in a rush and still acting petty with me. Should I run to the store and grab you a new set?" Trevon cut her off. "Don't bother. You've got work to do." Lydia clammed up, stepping back into silence. Trevon let out a quiet sigh. "Don't sweat it. It's not your fault. Clothes are the least of our worries. We've got the Skylandia project to focus on." In just a week, Skylandia would unveil its magical realms to eager eyes, with artistry at its heart. Lydia, fresh from her hiatus, was steering that ship—the crown jewel of the year for Xystos Tech. She knew the drill, but duty called, and she stepped out with a promise to return for lunch. Madeline, alone then, rinsed a handful of cherry tomatoes, trying to quell the unease bubbling inside her. She scrolled through her phone, the barrage of prenatal check-ups looming large and daunting. Midway through her meticulous note-taking, the doorbell chimed. She opened the door to find Simon pulling a long face. Chapter 4 "Mr. Gibson sent me some clothes." Madeline raised an eyebrow. "Again?" Simon's eyes flickered with annoyance as he asked, "Why'd you send Mrs. Yagle's clothes?" Simon referred to Trevon's mom, Riley Yagle—a woman whose kindness was only matched by her absentmindedness. Madeline recalled the ill-fitting, off-brand clothes that Trevon probably ditched without a second thought. "Mr. Gibson says, 'Don't get snippy and hold things up,'" Simon relayed with a hint of sternness. Madeline could not help but chuckle, amused by his blind trust. "Lydia told Trevon I picked out the clothes?" Did Trevon need to believe everything Lydia said? Simon rushed her along. Madeline handed him a fresh set of clothes, but her grip lingered as she responded steadily. "Simon, you've been Trevon's right-hand man for what, three, four years now? Do you realize why you're still at the bottom rung, just an assistant? You're good at sizing people up by their titles, but that's not really a skill an assistant needs. Why don't you take a page from Mr. Harris's book?" Trevon did have a star assistant—Daniel Harris—who was so capable that he was sent overseas to handle big deals. That was when Simon got the call to step in. Simon's face went through a mixture of pale and flushed as he absorbed her criticism. Madeline, who was usually quiet, had just thrown shade in his face. He bit back his retort, finally huffing in annoyance and storming off. Madeline let out a soft laugh, brushing off the encounter. With visiting hours ticking closer, Madeline headed to Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital to see Bella. It was more of a wellness retreat than a hospital, nestled right next to Redenbaugh City's fanciest private clinic. Getting in was not easy, but thanks to the Gibson family pulling strings, Bella got a spot. Madeline wheeled her mom out into the courtyard, catching her up on the week's gossip and happenings. Bella was her usual self—unresponsive and staring off into space. Madeline sighed and took her mom's hand, resting it gently on her belly. "Mom, right here, there's a little one on the way. Even with Trevon talking about divorce, I'm keeping this baby. You've got to come back to us. Who will help me with this little one if you don't?" She nestled against Bella's legs, craving the comfort of her mother's presence. Unseen by Madeline, Bella's eyes flickered—a brief, almost missed flutter. "Madeline?" A voice, laced with surprise, called out for her. Madeline looked up to see a man in a lab coat looking her way. The sun was blinding, and Madeline squinted without recognizing the figure before her. There was something oddly familiar about the silhouette. It was not until he was close that she could see it was Caleb Jabs, her old college friend. With a warm smile, Caleb teased, "Madeline, can't you recognize an old friend after just three years?" He opened his arms for a hug, like nothing had changed. Madeline hesitated, then offered a hand for a handshake instead. Caleb's smile faltered, then returned. "Right, we're not on campus anymore." He shook her hand before releasing it, stealing a glance at the wedding ring on her finger. Through their chat, Madeline learned that he had just returned from overseas and that his uncle was running the local private hospital. Caleb nodded toward Bella with a slight smile. "And who is this?" Madeline's smile vanished. "My mom. She's been like this since she had a breakdown three years ago." A breakdown? It looked serious, as if she had lost all touch with the world. What could have caused it? Caleb pushed down his questions, his heart aching for Madeline. "These past three years must've been tough on you." Madeline seemed more grounded than in her college days, but her eyes were shadowed with concern. Madeline shook her head. "It's time for us to head back." She was not one to bare her soul to just anyone. As she rose to leave, she wobbled slightly. Caleb reached out to steady her. "You're looking a bit pale. Maybe you should get checked out." Madeline steadied herself and took a step back. "It's just low blood sugar. I'm fine." Caleb watched Madeline sidestep with a calm smile, not the least bit ruffled. "Back in college, you were always dealing with low blood sugar. Still battling that, huh? Skipped breakfast today?" He was already taking the wheelchair's handles as he spoke, and Madeline allowed it. They got Bella settled and swapped numbers. Then, Caleb pressed a chocolate bar into her hand. "For your sugar levels, have a bite." Madeline's laughter bubbled up. "Caleb, you still keep chocolate on you after all this time?" "Just a habit," he said with a chuckle. That little piece of chocolate seemed to bridge the gap that had grown between them. "How about lunch? It's already noon." Madeline bit her lip, uncertain. However, Caleb was already tugging her along. "There's this great little place I know nearby. You'll love it." Trevon managed to swing by the hospital after his meeting wrapped up. The doctors gave him a clean bill of health. They suggested bringing Madeline in, thinking she might be the key to why he felt off. He left the hospital with that thought, only to see Madeline and Caleb, all smiles, heading into a cozy diner. Madeline's smile was something new, something he had never seen, and it stopped him in his tracks. He took a moment before climbing into his car. From the driver's seat, Simon caught Trevon in the mirror. "Mr. Gibson, wasn't that Mrs. Gibson? Should we pick her up?" Trevon watched them disappear into the diner, a place he would never dream of entering. "No, let's not," he murmured. Simon arched an eyebrow, shot a look of faint scorn at the diner, and sped off. Trevon was reclining in the back seat, eyes closed, soaking in a moment of peace. A few minutes in, a wave of relief washed over him, leaving him feeling surprisingly refreshed. It took him a moment to realize that he was embodying Madeline's happiness. What could possibly be so special about that little shop to make her that cheerful? However, that sour beef and cabbage soup with noodles they served was exceptional—tangy and invigorating. It had been days since Madeline had enjoyed a meal so thoroughly. She even decided to get an extra serving to go. Caleb chuckled. "Noodles never taste as good reheated. Wait, didn't you love spicy food? What's with the switch?" Madeline smiled. "I haven't really switched. This is just that good." She was known for her love of spicy dishes, and even Trevon, the health nut, had found his tastes swayed by her. It was hard to argue with Madeline's culinary magic. Her cooking was irresistible to most. Back home, Madeline had barely set down her takeout when her phone rang. It was Yeneth Collins, her best friend. "Madeline, I've got some good and bad news." Feeling a bit worn out, Madeline sank into the couch. "Go on." "The good news is that you've been chosen to draw the new character for Skylandia. They've sent the contract over to you already." A spark of excitement flickered across Madeline's face as she reached for her laptop to check her email. "And the bad news?" Yeneth sighed heavily. "Lydia is the new art director for Skylandia. She just got the job today. I wouldn't have pushed you to take this gig if I'd known." Since marrying Trevon right after college, Madeline had not returned to the workforce, finding solace and passion in her art. Her style was distinctive, not exactly mainstream, with a focus on creating captivating illustrations. When Yeneth got involved with Skylandia, she thought Madeline's artwork was a perfect fit and put her name forward. Madeline smiled. "No way. The contract's terms are decent. Can't miss an opportunity of making money just because of her." She was always hustling for cash, especially with Bella's medical bills piling up. It meant biting her tongue whenever the Sanders family got tight-fisted. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" "Totally. I freelance under the name 'Lily Mora'. Who will connect the dots?" Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a door swinging open as Trevon walked in. Chapter 5 Madeline's instinct was to snap her laptop shut. "Give me a second." She quickly ended the call and turned to face Trevon. "What's got you home at this hour?" Trevon eyed her hurried movements and washed his hands before replying, "Just needed to pick something up." Madeline responded with a noncommittal hum. His gaze landed on a nearby takeaway box. It was the sour beef and cabbage soup with noodles. It looked just like the one she had had for lunch. Was it really that tasty? A jolt of panic hit Madeline, and she blurted out, "It's for Yeneth, not me." Back when they were newlyweds, Madeline had grabbed some street sausages, and Trevon had gone into a tailspin, bombarding her with articles about the filth of street vendors and the dangers of eating out. Since then, she had avoided eating street food around him. However, she had slipped up and forgotten to stash the evidence. Trevon's chuckle was detached as his eyes drifted to a notebook on the table. Madeline's heart was pounding, and she pushed aside the wave of nausea to dash toward the notebook—her secret journal of conceive appointments. The last thing she wanted was for Trevon to find out she was expecting. However, Trevon was quicker. He stretched out his arm and lifted the notebook from Madeline's reach. Without regard for her protests, he calmly flipped it open. The 'Prenatal Appointment Schedule' header stared back at him. He raised an eyebrow, his cool gaze landing on Madeline. Madeline felt her heart jump into her throat. "Is this for Yeneth, too?" Trevon asked. "Huh?" Caught off guard, Madeline quickly nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Yeneth's getting married, thinking about having kids, so I was helping her research." Trevon's suspicion did not wane. "So, why the panic?" Madeline's forehead creased. She let go of the notebook and looked away. "I didn't want you to think I was up to something." Madeline's beauty was marred by her recent illness. Her pale face was then tinged with the flush of sickness, making her look even more vulnerable. Trevon felt a twinge in his chest, and his annoyance grew. Her cold was messing with his work. He tossed the notebook back to Madeline. "I don't have time for this. You should be resting, not running around. If you show up to a divorce proceeding looking like this, people will think I'm the bad guy." Madeline silently clutched the notebook with her head bowed. … At the steakhouse, Lydia stared at her barely touched steak, her mood souring by the minute. When she heard Trevon returned to the Angelic Garden Residence, her annoyance turned to outright anger. "Madeline, that witch!" She whipped out her phone and dialed Skylar's number. Madeline had just reviewed the casting call from Skylandia, wrapped up her draft, and was stretching after a long day when Skylar's call came through. "Get over here tonight. If you don't show up, I'm tossing your mom's stuff." The line went dead. Madeline thought she had taken care of all Bella's things, so what could possibly be left at the Sanders' place? She could not risk it, so she hailed a cab and headed over. The Sanders' mansion was ablaze with lights, screaming new money from every gilded corner. Madeline stood at the entrance, taking in the garish display, and figured Skylar was behind it. Skylar greeted her with a grin, tugging her inside. "I just knew you'd come." Madeline jerked her hand away. "Cut the act, Skylar. There's no one else here. I did what you asked, so where's my mom's stuff?" Chapter 6 Before Skylar could answer, a sharp snap echoed from the side. "Madeline, watch how you talk to my mom!" It was Yale Sanders, Lydia's little brother. With his shoulder-length purple hair and arms sleeved in tattoos, he looked every bit the wannabe gangster. He had been coddled by Skylar all his life, and with the Sanders' wealth, he had gathered a gang of street toughs to back him up. Madeline did not expect him to be there but gave him a cool look and brushed him off. Just then, Cilix descended the stairs, his voice cutting through the air. "Yale!" Yale sulked, his lips puckered as he flopped onto the sofa, clearly annoyed. Cilix motioned for Madeline to take a seat at the dining table. "It's not every day we get your sister back home. I figured a family dinner was in order. Have a seat, will you? I had Mom whip up your favorite fish tacos." Skylar quickly dished some out for her. The oily sheen and the subtle fishy scent made Madeline wrinkle her nose and push the plate away. "I caught a cold and lost my appetite. I'm just here to grab a few things, and I'll be out." Cilix squinted, and Skylar, unable to contain herself, plopped down next to Madeline. "When are you planning on divorcing Trevon, huh? Your dad and I have already scoped out a new guy for you. He's ready to tie the knot and won't wait forever." A resigned feeling washed over Madeline. With a mocking smile, she murmured, "Really? Who's this wonderful match?" Skylar perked up and replied, "He's from a solid family. One of your dad's business partners. The guy owns a string of factories. Marry him, and you'll be the boss. They wouldn't even look twice at a divorcee if it wasn't for your dad's connections." She made it sound like a fairy tale. Madeline cut to the chase. "The owner of these factories? How old?" Skylar hesitated, then chuckled. "Not too old. He's just a bit over forty and in the prime of his life. It'll be your second marriage, so you can't afford to be choosy. Plus, they've promised to cut your dad a deal if you marry in. Consider it a tribute to your mom." Three years had passed, and Madeline's disdain for her family's ways was as strong as ever. She glared at Cilix. "Over forty? You're okay with this, being not much older yourself?" Cilix looked pained as he spoke, "Skylar's just trying to do what's best for you. Remarrying and bringing your mom into the mix, finding someone okay with that wasn't easy. Skylar really went out of her way for you." Skylar nodded earnestly. It had indeed been a challenge. Madeline needed to be married off and kept far away to avoid causing Lydia any more headaches. "Don't worry, the guy doesn't have kids. Everything in the future will be yours and your children's. It's a real stroke of luck." Madeline suddenly chimed in, "It's true. These kinds of terms are hard to come by. You've really outdone yourself, but…" Breaking from her usual composure, Madeline locked eyes with Cilix. "I was clear yesterday. I just want what my mom is entitled to—her shares. Those shares are peanuts compared to being Mrs. Gibson of the Gibson family." Cilix remained expressionless, but his eyes were calculative. "Your mom's shares?" Thinking she had swayed Cilix, Skylar piped up in a shrill tone. "What shares does her mother have? The Sanders family fortune is all thanks to me and Cilix. It's got nothing to do with your loony mom." Madeline's glare whipped towards Skylar, sharp enough to shut her up. "Apologize." "Why should I? Your mom's the crazy one." Without warning, a cup of scalding water splashed across Skylar's face, and she let out a scream. However, before Madeline could react, she was yanked back forcefully. A second later, she was punched in the face. "You owe her an apology!" Chapter 7 Each word Yale spat was accompanied by a punch landing on Madeline. Madeline shielded herself with her purse, narrowly avoiding a serious injury. Blinded by anger, she had not thought things through, never imagining Yale would actually hit her. Conceived had left her weak, and she could only dodge Yale's vicious blows in a clumsy dance of desperation. The Sanders family seemed petrified by the spectacle, each too scared to even twitch. Cilix wanted to speak, but Skylar cut him off. "What's Yale got, a little muscle? Let her take a hit. It might teach her to listen." Cilix's face darkened as he sat back down. She had written her dad off long ago, but the sting of disappointment was as sharp as ever. As Yale moved in again, Madeline knew she was on her own. With a swift kick, she toppled a chair and snatched a fruit knife from the table, aiming it straight at him. "One more step, and I swear I'll stab you!" Yale, thrown off by the chair, nearly slipped. He wiped his mouth and sneered. "You think you've got the guts?" Knife in hand, Madeline's face was ghostly, but her eyes blazed with defiance, "Try me. I'm still Mrs. Gibson of the Gibson family. If I take you down, they'll make sure it never sees the light of day." Her gaze flicked to Cilix. "You think our dad's got the spine to cross the Gibsons for you?" Yale did not budge. Skylar stepped forward with a nervous chuckle. "Come on, we're family. Knives? Really? Madeline, put it down." Madeline looked at Skylar icily and aimed the knife at her. "Stay back." Skylar froze, then looked pleadingly at Cilix. Cilix broke the silence. "Madeline, what's going on?" Madeline stood there with a cold expression, ignoring the blood that had started to drip from the corner of her mouth. She bit her lip, refusing to say a word. The recent scuffle had taken a toll on her, leaving her with a heavy feeling in her chest. She was afraid she would throw up if she opened her mouth. However, she was determined not to let them see her weakness. Amid the tense moment, the nanny burst in with unexpected joy. "Mr. Gibson and Ms. Sanders have arrived!" The pair entered the room. Trevon's face was a mask of seriousness, his lips pressed into a thin line. Lydia, catching sight of the knife in Madeline's grip, let out a sharp cry. "Madeline! Why are you holding a knife? What are you planning to do?" Cilix rose swiftly to welcome Trevon. "Mr. Gibson, please come in. Let's sit and talk. Madeline, put that knife down now." With a glance at Trevon, Madeline reluctantly set the knife aside. Skylar exhaled in relief and grumbled, "This is all Madeline's doing, causing a scene for no reason. Since when do we bring knives into family disputes?" Madeline inhaled deeply, pushing down the wave of nausea, and retorted with a frosty laugh. "So, now it's all my fault, just like that? I'm trying to do the right thing here, and I'm still the one to blame?" "Is this enough for you?" Trevon's voice, frosty and laced with anger, cut through the room. He had been feeling sick to his stomach the whole way there. That sensation had become all too familiar in the last couple of days, and he did not need to guess—it was Madeline's doing again. He had warned her just at lunchtime to take it easy, but what did she do? She ran off to her family's home to pick a fight, knife in hand. She might not be bothered by it, but he was fed up. The room fell silent. Madeline looked at him in disbelief. Was he really going to blame her without even asking why? Trevon had no interest in dragging out the conversation. He grabbed Madeline's hand and led her away with urgency. Madeline stumbled as he pulled her along, a sharp pain throbbing in her heart. Lydia tried to keep up, her voice tinged with concern. "Trevon, you haven't eaten yet." He barely paused, his voice dismissive. "Some other time." With that, he ushered Madeline into the car and shut the door behind her.	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2,025,153	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2023553}'	No	2024-09-20 19:27	active	1513	🚨 Epic Giveaway Alert: $1,000 Towards Wedding Photo Package	📣Attention Engaged Michigan Couples! 🚨EPIC GIVEAWAY ALERT: This month we’re giving away a $1,000 Gift Certificate Towards ANY of our Wedding Photography Packages! Click the link below for a chance to be selected now This will be invite only with 10 spots initially available! This once in a lifetime romantic experience will sell out FAST! How to enter: 1️⃣Click the link below 2️⃣FIll-out the form 3️⃣Respond to our text to complete your entry 4️⃣Celebrate 🎉 You now have 10 entries and a chance to be one of the lucky winners 🌟 PS: Wedding dates are limited and first come, first serve. Don’t miss this epic opportunity 💫 😄😄Read what people are saying about The Exposures by Rah Photography + Videography Experience: "I loved having Sarah and her team Photo & Video my big day! Everything was so easy, and the photos have exceeded my expectations. I got all my photos/ videos back within the timeline, and the whole team was so kind, professional, and just fun!" – Kaitlyn VanPutten ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “Exposures by Rah did my engagement photos, bachelor/bachelorette wine tasting on the peninsula, wedding rehearsal & rehearsal dinner, wedding (obviously) and then my trash the dress! Sarah will do whatever it takes to get “the shot”. Her fun spunky personality shine through her work. The quality of the finished products were all amazing. I can not say enough good things." – Heather Hatfield ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “It can be tough when picking a photographer for a destination wedding, but you can confidently choose them. They are amazing people and make what can be a very stressful day, easier. Thank you, Sarah & Don!” – Brittany T ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ ➡️Click the link below for a chance to Win today	SIGN_UP	http://fb.me/	Exposures by Rah	https://www.facebook.com/GrandTraversePhotographer/	8,651	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign up	fb.me	IMAGE	Wedding Photography Package	http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/460797894_1032534005031617_8022517639172446239_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=79G2LCB2ZVoQ7kNvgENxm5Y&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYAOnQ_ABGV66G-V0gDNugeoJrq99wzUEIOjUNnMD3bbNg&oe=66F3D7B2	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Exposures by Rah	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,024,112	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2024167}'	No	2024-09-20 19:24	active	1516	i9 Sports	i9 Sports is the perfect place for kids to have fun while learning and playing sports. Our programs are designed to help children develop their skills and confidence, all while having a blast. We offer programs in sports such as Flag Football, Soccer, Basketball, and Baseball. Join us today and watch your child grow!	SIGN_UP	https://www.i9sports.com/ppc/e/493	i9 Sports	https://www.facebook.com/i9sportsIS493/	34	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign up	i9sports.com	IMAGE	i9 Sports offers fun youth sports leagues, camps, clinics for kids ages 3 and up in communities across the United States. Find a program in your area today!	https://www.i9sports.com/ppc/e/493	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/448601062_767628328573508_3448813595671700118_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=7vOYwV00fFAQ7kNvgEys3rP&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYAUWIyy0u4GCEcO_GShM3n5QXVet4SjyERY20YA6lCPwA&oe=66F3F27F	PERSON_PROFILE	0	i9 Sports	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,024,795	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-09-20 19:26	active	1513	🎉 Enter To Win	Win a Nama Cold Press Juicer + 1-Hour Health Coaching Session! 🎉	LEARN_MORE	https://giveaway.gentavazquez.com/sign-up-nama	Genta Wellness	https://www.facebook.com/gentawellness/	9	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	giveaway.gentavazquez.com	VIDEO		https://giveaway.gentavazquez.com/sign-up-nama	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/460848201_843796424490379_7255356466486942883_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=OevAY1oL1-wQ7kNvgGfGC9b&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ArRw370Vt8gAdAP67Ie4vnr&oh=00_AYAeqIr4wrIgUQVrEaDeNewlkkLKq--e2D7EE37IHQWcHw&oe=66F3D5A1	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Genta Wellness	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,024,077	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2024075}'	No	2024-09-20 19:24	active	1513	NYC Christmas Giveaway!	Enter to win the Christmas trip of a lifetime! 😍	SIGN_UP	https://chic-soul.myklpages.com/p/clicktotextnyc	Chic Soul	https://www.facebook.com/shopchicsoul/	3,249,076	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign up	chic-soul.myklpages.com	VIDEO		https://chic-soul.myklpages.com/p/clicktotextnyc	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/460483373_1226000838527012_1770777348705877180_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=CH1DVF6LwDsQ7kNvgFs4P8U&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AP7j_t12m175cKr-88b0J1U&oh=00_AYD1ukTUPUFwyJM4K7cl4njEd4IOW1G2KiYzrMp7Tn8Xcw&oe=66F3ED33	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Chic Soul	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,024,832	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2025000}'	No	2024-09-20 19:26	active	1516	Italo Simple Classic Titanium Steel Men's Wedding Band	The jewelry has a price, but love never❣💍 ✅Any order 10%off & more promotions enjoy now Shop Now👉:http://italojewelry.io/Cwo 💎Free shipping & Easy return💎	SHOP_NOW	https://www.italojewelry.com/italo-simple-classic-	Italo Jewelry	https://www.facebook.com/italojewelry/	69,195	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	italojewelry.com	DPA	✅One Year Warranty & 60-day Return	https://www.italojewelry.com/italo-simple-classic-titanium-steel-men-s-wedding-band-241003.html	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/414750807_189969790803760_719705680352377333_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=YoOid463Wt8Q7kNvgHyF-7p&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A3yutfB5Vbi12zOr1meIMQe&oh=00_AYB2JiQMWR9SNblST7R1SCspe2emp548BQ-Qe3P_gY1w4A&oe=66F3DAC6	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Italo Jewelry	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,023,699	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-09-20 19:22	active	1513		Giveaway time as we close out Child Passenger Safety Week! Check out the babyark Convertible Car Seat – Classic, valued at $790. To enter: 1. Follow @JPMACaresParents and @getbabyark 2. LIKE this picture 3. Tag 2 friends in the comments below Ends 9/22/24 at 11:59 pm ET. Winner must be following @JPMACaresParents on Instagram to win. Winner will be randomly selected on 9/23/24 and contacted via Direct Message. This contest is in no way sponsored, endorsed, administered by, or associated with Instagram, Inc. By entering, entrants confirm they are at least 18 years of age, are United States residents, release Instagram of responsibility, and agree to Instagram's terms of use. #BSM2024	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/jpmacaresparents	JPMA Cares Parents	https://www.facebook.com/JPMACaresParents/	7,807	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	IMAGE		http://instagram.com/jpmacaresparents	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/460649677_514393048207486_111231821704813596_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Sef8HO7VDCgQ7kNvgEgBpOj&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AF8V5Ezg861u7PSvnpZK5P_&oh=00_AYCjOgPSM_oi_jHG6OeVYyp-7Plz-Z-XY-UR2PBOFmd3hw&oe=66F3D9F4	PERSON_PROFILE	0	JPMA Cares Parents	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,025,631	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2025629}'	No	2024-09-20 19:28	active	1513			LEARN_MORE	http://blackonyxempiretattoo.com/	blackonyxempire	https://www.instagram.com/_u/blackonyxempire	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	blackonyxempiretattoo.com	CAROUSEL		http://blackonyxempiretattoo.com/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/320385357_530301022455658_2350348587196948841_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=01e7c5&_nc_ohc=pvKuxFQn4lMQ7kNvgFP8X3_&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYCUbuhScyotg1Bcq9b0oALFMDRzzaw1HePO81aGDEPPbg&oe=66F3E742	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	blackonyxempire	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,025,466	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-09-20 19:28	active	1513	🎉 Get an iPhone for FREE! 🎉	🎉 Get an iPhone for FREE! 🎉 Yes, you heard that right! We’re giving away the latest iPhone, and it could be yours with ZERO cost	ORDER_NOW	https://bit.ly/4et3uVt	Watch Now	https://www.facebook.com/61558336940332/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Order now	google.com	IMAGE	Search the world's information, including webpages, images, videos and more. Google has many special features to help you find exactly what you're looking for.	https://bit.ly/4et3uVt	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/460730040_3646896255568515_3870986957561121330_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Ii2-_4V3vJMQ7kNvgFu3Mu7&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Ax64GXMlq-dd02xSTxeAjDG&oh=00_AYC46HZavA5slKkY7ILTHMGewknOJO0NkQX-Q-wOBdpykQ&oe=66F3D3FD	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Watch Now	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,022,699	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2022509}'	No	2024-09-20 19:16	active	1514	New 2024 Toyota RAV4	Test drive the newest inventory at Kelly Toyota today. Your perfect ride is waiting.	SHOP_NOW	https://eas.edmunds.com/rd/dealer-link?eas_vin=2T3	Kelly Toyota of Hamburg	https://www.facebook.com/KellyToyotaOfHamburg/	4,465	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	eas.edmunds.com	DPA	Click For Price	https://eas.edmunds.com/rd/dealer-link?eas_vin=2T3A1RFV4RC397537&f_eas_cid=606cba93e4b02d416d0243c7	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/433140170_2498288000354235_9157947178423062229_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=j69o-5zk8DkQ7kNvgFfh8O1&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ANZLhi05TZl8UfCMq_w7EAQ&oh=00_AYBj10blE2bmeK1ERwqfFCSvgg0vkSw2_SxHLxzq_L8ORw&oe=66F3D04C	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Kelly Toyota of Hamburg	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,024,260	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-09-20 19:24	active	1516	Dog Won't Leave Trash Bag Until Mom Opens It And Realizes What Neighbor Did	Laura Watson was walking her dog, Jasper, when he suddenly started to act out of character. He pulled her towards the neighbor's trash can and continued to bark uncontrollably at it. It wasn't long before Laura investigated and realized why.	LEARN_MORE	https://www.pregged.com/posts/dog-refuses-budge-tr	Story Stratosphere	https://www.facebook.com/61561043602581/	340	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	pregged.com	IMAGE	Laura Watson was walking her dog, Jasper, when he suddenly started to act out of character. He pulled her towards the neighbor's trash can and continued to bark uncontrollably at it. It wasn't long before Laura investigated and realized why.	https://www.pregged.com/posts/dog-refuses-budge-trash-bag-mom-uncovers-neighbors-deceptive-act?utm_source=fb-ads&utm_medium={{campaign.name}}&utm_campaign={{adset.id}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&utm_term={{adset.id}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/460332553_721835370129175_8784278672173559979_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=eA4YWiQa1E4Q7kNvgGQ4Y0w&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AR3KZ5KgT59-MKxL7QvcCTs&oh=00_AYAJIdy6pWtL8DUNB7-uEHddP-st-rRItM0GU3eh0STkvA&oe=66F3EF67	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Story Stratosphere	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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