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2,054,136	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2054138}'	Yes	2024-09-26 19:18	active	1543	See If You Qualify	Roundup weedkiller has been linked to Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. If you or someone you know used Roundup and was later diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, you could be eligible to receive significant compensation as part of a settlement. Click to learn more and see if you qualify.	LEARN_MORE	https://contact.consumersafe.com/roundup/	ConsumerSafe.com	https://www.facebook.com/consumersafedotcom/	2,360	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	contact.consumersafe.com	DCO	They set aside $4.5 billion...	https://contact.consumersafe.com/roundup/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/431615458_770690081512177_3495676478623739503_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=6QlP6jteLZwQ7kNvgEvUNuH&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AKtgjvmE5ayPMEPd87BOXRn&oh=00_AYA9D3r3siSAUDJh_vm7j--3aEh7ONzzFVW_g4VQhNUqeA&oe=66FBB605	PERSON_PROFILE	0	ConsumerSafe.com	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,051,021	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2050835}'	Yes	2024-09-26 19:11	active	1541	Just DAYS Left To Take Home This Road Glide 🔥	🎟️ 500X Entries 🎟️ \| Our Shortest Giveaway Ever Is About to END - Get Entered Now. The end of our giveaway is just about a week away, so we are giving you a 500X entry multiplier - and we are NOT raising it so get entered now while our best products are still in stock.	SHOP_NOW	https://shop.fbombbaggers.com/	F Bomb Baggers	https://www.facebook.com/chicagobaggers/	74,476	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop now	shop.fbombbaggers.com	IMAGE	Just DAYS Remain To Get Entered	https://shop.fbombbaggers.com/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461460764_761607099383317_5938641636060501491_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=FmPvEGzpR2wQ7kNvgEhzhb2&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AYHMxkWODeaGAVEELN_76dX&oh=00_AYBUXOjcM7wEEKazI41T-uf-7Kqx4LZPoKthvzlkeMqukQ&oe=66FBE150	PERSON_PROFILE	0	F Bomb Baggers	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,053,041	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2053353}'	Yes	2024-09-26 19:16	active	1542	The Vampire And His Blood Wife👉👉👉	"🎥 Binge-watching this series is like a rollercoaster ride! 😱 I can't stop watching it, and the next episode just keeps getting better and better. 🙌 ✨"	WATCH_MORE	https://fblp.drama-time.com/DT-yrccXV-0905-EN-2240	Romantic Love	https://www.facebook.com/61557838064349/	166	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch More	fblp.drama-time.com	DCO		https://fblp.drama-time.com/DT-yrccXV-0905-EN-224087.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=1749262542004264962	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/458745860_508995035182772_1924372475343827338_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=AJ3ZexFDInwQ7kNvgE7V2TR&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A2ChWSt4fdRz25awCexSaZg&oh=00_AYBVcNQKtlwL3i-54IXXBVjEKhWAXNJgMbauGn2Wh3nO6A&oe=66FBBF35	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Romantic Love	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,054,828	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2054327}'	No	2024-09-26 19:22	active	1544	Two Tone Interwine Titanium Steel Couple Rings	Add a sparkle to your journey with our gems.🌟 💖 ✅Any order 10%off & more promotions enjoy now Shop Now👉:http://italojewelry.io/Cwo Free shipping & 60-day return🛩	SHOP_NOW	https://www.italojewelry.com/italo-two-tone-interw	Italo Jewelry	https://www.facebook.com/italojewelry/	69,182	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	italojewelry.com	DPA	✅ONE-YEAR Warranty & 60-DAY RETURN	https://www.italojewelry.com/italo-two-tone-interwine-created-white-sapphire-titanium-steel-couple-rings-251002.html	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/451473974_333340279841581_395306900249242578_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=NM5lBr15KRwQ7kNvgEohlDg&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYDNM9f5ghpjTylrl8Q83BoVJnXDtUUzVq9WGoFjHWbltA&oe=66FBC76C	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Italo Jewelry	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,051,112	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2051077}'	Yes	2024-09-26 19:12	active	1541		Here’s my October deals in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month! 🎀 Let’s have some pink fun while supporting a great cause. To add temporary pink loc color wax to your appointment , you’ll just need to schedule the “ Oct promo color add on “ . Book your appointment today and enjoy these special offers! 💕 to enter our FREE 26” frontal wig giveaway 💕 tag 2 friends under this post 💕 share to your story + tag @lavish.hairgallery 💕 DM @lavish.hairgallery a brief reason why you’d love to win this wig. #BreastCancerAwareness #LavishHairGallery #SupportTheCause #SelfCareAndSupport #Pinktober	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/abangaaa	abangaaa	https://www.instagram.com/_u/abangaaa	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	IMAGE		http://instagram.com/abangaaa	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/448833131_1621430645093646_1495709248742582212_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=01e7c5&_nc_ohc=P2dCR6y4KJ0Q7kNvgE0pl3_&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYA8RJ0tpw6eG30iTo93n7kBSOzLKOA1n1ywU3diEjvoBQ&oe=66FBC47D	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	abangaaa	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,050,449	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2050434}'	No	2024-09-26 19:10	active	1541	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	That doesn't help, Michael. You chose to collude with her to keep a secret from me. From your wife. You were keeping a secret with another woman. How long have you been... how long have you been seeing her?" He looked shocked. "I'm not. We're not. It's not like that, honey." "Ah. The beginning of Michael and Linda. The beginning of you choosing another woman over me." "I didn't choose her over you. Suze, Linda's your best friend." "No, she's not. Not if she could treat me like this. Not if she was luring my husband away from me." __________ I sighed, and began putting the stew in a Tupperware container. Despite it being Saturday, my husband had been at work all day. He'd been working so many extra hours lately, I felt like I never saw him. Being at home with nothing to do but keeping house, cooking and sewing got lonely. My friends were busy with their children, but Michael and I hadn't been so blessed yet even though we'd been married four years. It'd been terribly discouraging and between the long-time disappointment of not having children and the more recent disappointment of my husband never being home, I was at odds as to what I could do to help my spirits along. I needed something more than volunteering at church on three different committees. In desperation, I'd secretly become an Avon lady. Ding, Dong, Avon calling! Somehow, even though Michael had always told me that he didn't want me working because I could do the most good in our home, I'd discovered that I not only loved selling Avon, but I was actually good at it. For the last four months of the six I'd been selling it, I was in the top three for my district. I made my calls during the day and still hadn't told Michael. That was because I was saving all the money I made to buy him a used Harley-Davidson motorcycle. He'd always dreamed of owning one, and I'd thought I could help that along by earning the down payment for one. So far, I had a nice little nest egg saved, and I'd been extremely frugal with my grocery allowance and pin money Michael gave me each week, which allowed me to put anything leftover into the Harley fund. Even if I couldn't have my dream of children yet, Michael could have his dream of a motorcycle. My husband worked hard, and he deserved to have some fun. With the stew in the refrigerator, and not knowing when Michael was coming home since he wasn't answering his phone at work, I felt completely at odds and didn't feel like sitting down with the mending. Sighing, I decided to give my best friend Linda a call. She'd withdrawn more and more from me in the seven months since her husband had been killed in Korea -- right before he was supposed to come home. But despite her pushing me away, I still reached out and called her, trying to get through to Linda in her grief. I'd had her over to our house often at first to get her out of her house, but I think seeing me so happy with Michael hurt her, and she grew even more distant with me. Maybe she'd be willing to come over more often if she realized Michael wasn't home, which seemed to be the norm now instead of the exception. I was hoping she'd eventually meet someone who would help spark her interest in life again because she was honestly one of the most beautiful women I knew with her lush brown hair and hourglass figure.Her phone rang once, twice -- "Hello?" she said. "Hi, Linda, it's Susan. How are you?" "Um, fine --" Then I heard a voice in the background. "Just finished painting the garage, Linda. Smells good in here. Dinner ready yet? Oh, sorry -- didn't realize you were on the phone." I knew that voice. "Is that...Michael?" I asked her. Swallowing hard, I gripped the phone tighter, waiting for her to confirm what I already knew. That was my husband's voice, the dead giveaway his deep, southern drawl that you didn't typically hear up here in the Midwest. My husband was over at Linda's, painting her garage, which meant he'd been over there a while. No wonder he hadn't answered his phone at work. And he was planning on having dinner with her. I won't be home for dinner tonight, Suze. I'm working late. It's going to be another late night, honey. Go ahead and eat without me. I'm not getting out of here anytime soon. From there, it didn't take me long to figure out that Linda had begun to distance herself around the same time that Michael had begun working late. Linda sucked in a breath and hung up on me, and I didn't bother calling her back. Since Michael had our car, I couldn't exactly go running to the other side of town where she lived and confront the two of them. Instead, I sat on the couch and waited for Michael to come home. The grandfather clock Michael's parents gave us for our wedding present was the only noise in the quiet house as I waited for my husband to come home. Tick tock. Tick tock. Seven chimes. Tick tock. Tick tock. Eight chimes. Lights turned into our driveway at eight fourteen. Minutes later, Michael walked in the side door. "Suze?" he called out. I didn't answer. Let him look for me. He walked into the living room, and almost startled when he realized I was in the dim room without a light on. "Suze? Honey?" He switched on the lamp. "Why are you sitting here in the dark? Are you OK?" "Just thinking," I said absently. He sat beside me on the couch, and when his legs would have touched me, I moved mine aside. I'd come to some conclusions when he hadn't come home for more than two hours after I'd called. "How was work?" Now that I knew, I didn't miss the hesitation. How many hesitations had I missed over the last months? When had this started? Why had he started this? "It was work," he said. "Got a lot done." I suppose painting a garage was work and if he finished it, then yes, he got a lot done. He was telling me the truth, but I now understood his truth for what it was: a lie. His lies. "Who was in the office with you today?" "Just me," he said after that barely discernible hesitation. "After a long day, you must be hungry. I made some stew that I could warm up for you." "I grabbed something already." Again, not a lie. "At Linda's." No question, just a statement. I was watching him, and he straightened up. "What?" "I called Linda today, and I heard you come into her house, telling her you'd finished painting her garage. Then you were wondering if dinner was ready. You apologized for not realizing she was on the phone. Your accent was unmistakable." My husband's Adam's apple moved up and down in his neck. "Honey, I went over to paint her garage. That's all." "And to have dinner with her." He didn't say anything. "Fortunately tomorrow is Sunday. During the Confession of Sin, you'll certainly have a long list in your head when you confess to those things which you ought not to have done. Lying to me about where you were. Lying to me about what you were doing today. Lying to me about who you were with. Lying to me about your dinner. You left me home all alone on a Saturday, telling me you were at work, and I worried when I called you at the office and you didn't answer. You were with Linda. All this time, you were with another woman. Why didn't you come home right away when she told you I called?" "She didn't tell me that was you on the phone. She said it was a neighbor. I would have come straight home -- Too late he realized his mistake. "If you'd realized your secret was out. But otherwise, it was OK to stay? With Linda. I suppose I should consider myself lucky you came home this early. Although if dinner smelled good when I called, what have you been doing since dinner? Having dessert?" Michael reached for me and I leaned away from him. He followed me anyway and took my hands in his, holding on when I would have pulled them away. "Suze, stop. It's not what you're thinking. I was just helping her out." "Then why the secrecy? Why not tell me?" "She asked me not to." "Let go of my hands," I said, and he very reluctantly did. I stood and so did my husband. "That doesn't help, Michael. You chose to collude with her to keep a secret from me. From your wife. You were keeping a secret with another woman. How long have you been... how long have you been seeing her?" It took him a moment to understand my delicate wording and he looked shocked. "I'm not. We're not. It's not like that, honey." "I've had a long time to think since I made my discovery. And I realized that when you began working longer hours, Linda began distancing herself from me. At first, it was just the occasional late nights at work for the first four months or so, but in the last three months, you've been missing more and more dinners, working late three or four nights a week. Either Linda was systematically stealing you from me or you were actively pursuing her. Either way, you have been lying to me and dishonoring our marriage vows with a woman I realize has been no friend to me but apparently a great friend to you." "Suze, listen to me. One night when she was over for dinner, you went to get the salad dressing and Linda asked me for help. She asked me to come over the next day to talk, and she begged me not to tell you because she was embarrassed about needing help." "Ah. The beginning of Michael and Linda. The beginning of you choosing another woman over me." "I didn't choose her over you." "Tell me, Michael. How many nights were you actually working late when you told me you wouldn't make it home for dinner?" "She's trying to get the house ready to sell. She doesn't like living there without Rich. So I've been helping her." "I may be a woman, but I think I could build an entire house in seven months. You forget that I've been to her home. It was built not too long after the war, so it's maybe seven years old. Not once did you think maybe you should tell me, or maybe if you had to help her you should come home for dinner to your own wife?" "She was lonely and I felt bad for her --" So my next words would sink in, I just looked at this man I loved so much. "Well, I was lonely and my husband is still alive." "It's not the same thing. She was devastated by Rich's death." "So much so that she's been trying to steal my husband." "Suze, Linda's your best friend." "No, she's not. Not if she could treat me like this. Not if she was luring my husband away from me." "This is getting us nowhere. I haven't been lured anywhere." "Did you peck her? Did you do...anything else with her?" "No!" But there was something on his face. He might be more Linda's than mine now, but I knew Michael. "Tell me," I demanded. "Right now." "It was nothing." "Tell me what that look was or I'll assume every terrible thought I have about my husband committing adultery is true." "I didn't, I swear it, Suze." It h!t me then when his eyes looked to the left. "You didn't go through with it, but you thought about it, didn't you?" His lips tightened. "Just once. But I didn't. I have always been faithful to you." "Right. You just lie to me all the time about working late because you're spending time with Linda and having dinner with her. Oh, and you've thought about breaking our wedding vows with her." "I didn't do anything with her. I'm sorry for lying, Susan, but that's the extent of what I've done wrong." "I'm afraid I don't see it that way because from my viewpoint, you've done irreparable damage to us." "What does that mean?" He was getting angry now. "Just what it sounds like. I no longer trust you." "You're blowing this out of proportion. Let's go to bed, and I'll show you that nothing has changed between us." "You go to bed. I'm staying up for a while." He came over to me and took me gently by the shoulders. "Honey, you're my wife. I love you." "I don't believe you love me. You put your efforts where your heart is, and your efforts haven't been directed at me in a long time. They've been directed toward Linda." "You need to let go of this. I apologized, Suze. I won't help her anymore since it bothers you. What more do you want me to do?" "No need to stop helping her," I told him. "Like I said, it makes no difference. The damage has already been done." At three in the morning -- the clock had just chimed -- Michael came back out into the living room where I was lying on the couch, my head on one of the pillows. Sleep had been impossible, so my mind had been filled with plans for the next few days. "Honey," he sat on the coffee table across from me. "Come to bed. I don't want you out here, worrying yourself over something that isn't even important." His voice was trying to coax me, something he'd never really had to work at before. When I first met Michael, I was convinced he could have been a radio announcer with that swoony voice of his. Combined with his dark, good looks, I'd felt weak when he'd turned his attention on me. With the war over, the men had returned to returned to college campuses in droves and Michael had been one of the returning Army veterans. He'd walked up beside me as I was walking to class and introduced himself. He'd stayed beside me all the way to class, and I'd noticed his slight limp. I'd later find he'd been sh0ot overseas, sending him home just ahead of the rest of those brave boys, and it would be another year before he lost his limp completely. Michael had pursued me relentlessly after that day, walking me to my dorm and looking into my eyes deeply every night before he pressed a gentle peck to my lips. "You need to hurry and sign in before curfew," he had to say just about every night since we were cutting it close. "Don't want you on restriction. I couldn't stand not being able to see you." One memorable night, he'd pecked me and then whispered in my ear, "A man could lose his religion with a girl like you." I wondered now if he'd lost his religion with Linda, too. If he'd been lying to me about how far it had gone with her. If I could ever trust him again. If he even cared how badly he'd hurt me. "Susan, come to bed." The frustration in his voice was evident; I'd never defied Michael before in our lives. Of course, I'd never had reason to. He was a good man and a good husband. Michael was generous with the money he gave me each week, never asking for an accounting, he always thanked me for the meals I made him and he was unfailingly tender and sweet with me. He'd also never said a negative word about me not getting pregnant yet. I was thinking that was a very good thing now, sad as it had made me month after month, year after year. The idea I had forming wouldn't have been possible with a child or children. Michael leaned over and took my limp hand in his strong one. "Honey, there's no need to become hysterical over this. I put the rock on your finger, no one else's. That means something." Still not getting a response from me, he pressed a peck to my palm, something he knew always melted me. "We'll go out to lunch today after church, Suze. Spend the day together, just have some fun." How about...no? Your gesture is too late, you rat fink, and it's prompted by nothing other than guilt rather than a desire to be with me. "Your hand is so cold, honey. Come to bed. Please." After another couple of minutes, while he waited for a response he was never going to get, he gently placed my hand back on the sofa. "You're making a mountain out of a molehill, Suze. I've already apologized for lying, so there's not much else I can do. I'm going back to bed, and you can stay down here and sulk if that makes you feel better, but I'm not going to lose any more sleep over this." He got up, hesitated and then leaned down and pressed a peck to my head. "I love you, Suze," he said, his hand lightly caressing my cheek before he went back to bed. I got up around six-thirty and went to the spare bedroom where I kept my clothes because somehow the closet was bigger than the master closet. I washed up in the bathroom, applied my Avon makeup pinned my hair and then got dressed. Once I put on my hat, I put a light sweater over my shoulders, slid my feet into my pumps, put on my white gloves, grabbed my pocketbook and quietly left the house. Michael liked to sleep in on the weekend, so we'd always attended the ten o'clock service together -- even during the Linda months, he hadn't missed church once. Today, I was going to attend the Morning Prayer service, which began at eight. I'd had to leave early to make the twenty minute walk without having to hurry, and I tried to calm my heart and mind by thinking of nothing but the beautiful pale blue sky, the early-morning sun and the birds happily singing to me along my way. When I finally spotted the distinctive red doors of the church, I sighed in relief. Church had always been a comfort to me. After the service, I was one of the last ones out of the sanctuary, not knowing as many people at this service but still not wanting to talk. I'd pulled down the kneeler and adopted the classic prayer pose -- head down, eyes closed, hands clasped -- so no one would dare bother me. After five minutes, I peeked and saw no one left in the sanctuary. This was going to take some courage. 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2,053,699	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-09-26 19:17	active	1542		Her groom ran away from wedding to pursue his first love. Heartbroken, she randomly found a disabled man who was also abandoned to get married. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a billionaire! ===== Chapter 1 How About We Get Married? "Today is our wedding day! What am I supposed to do if you leave?" At the wedding, Elyse Lloyd was in a panic as she grabbed Theo Ward's wrist to stop him from leaving, her eyes filling with pleading. "Kaelyn knows about our wedding, and now she's threatening to jump off a building. You are aware of her depression, aren't you? I have to go save her." Theo explained impatiently and pushed Elyse aside. The venue was filled with the family and friends of both parties, all seated and waiting. The officiant had posed the question to Theo about his willingness to marry Elyse. Instead of replying, he ignored the officiant, answered his phone, and then abruptly attempted to leave. "Kaelyn Bennett totally stabbed you in the back before. She's caused you so much pain--why the heck must you go see her right now?" "You're not in a position to judge what happened between me and Kaelyn. No matter her wrongs or the pain she caused, you don't measure up to her." A pain struck Elyse's heart. "You're more concerned with your wedding than a living person's life. You're so heartless. Let's reschedule the wedding." Without a glance at her pale face, he strode away from the ornate altar, oblivious to the puzzled looks of gathered guests. Elyse cried out, sitting pitifully on the floor. She trembled, tears ruining her carefully applied makeup. The man she had loved for three years, disregarding her dignity, had chosen another woman without a second thought on their big day. He was consumed with thoughts of Kaelyn's distress but seemed indifferent to how lost and humiliated she felt, left alone at the altar. All around her, countless eyes watched, some mocking, some pitying, and others even gloating. Elyse had never felt such torment! Her father, Lanny Lloyd, approached. She hoped for comfort, but instead, he scolded her sharply, "You can't even keep a man. How useless!" After berating her, he left with his wife, Glenda Lloyd, without a backward glance. Her sister, Mabel Lloyd, emerged from the crowd with a smirk. "Well, that's embarrassing, Elyse. Your groom ran off, and now you're a laughingstock. I'm embarrassed for you. Imagine how Mom and Dad feel." After saying that, she turned and left. One by one, all of Elyse's family members departed, leaving her completely alone. Initially, Theo's parents felt guilty, but upon witnessing her family's reaction, all traces of guilt dissipated. "Even her own parents didn't support her. It seems this isn't entirely Theo's fault." "Yes, if she were a good partner, why would her fiancé leave her?" "Did she cheat on him? What else would make a groom leave like that?" The murmurs of criticism from the surrounding guests grew louder and harsher. Suddenly, there were noises nearby. Turning around, Elyse spotted a man in a suit sitting alone in a wheelchair. The officiant, looking flustered, asked, "Where is your bride?" Wiping away her tears, she halted a passing staff member and inquired, "That man is a groom, right? Where is his bride?" The staff member glanced at her and responded, "She didn't show up. I heard it was because she couldn't deal with her husband's disability." "And he's been waiting here all this time?" The staff member nodded. The wheelchair-bound groom was facing away from Elyse, and they were a fair distance apart. She couldn't see his expression, but she understood the pain of being left alone. They were both unfortunate souls, abandoned. After a moment of reflection, a determined look settled in Elyse's eyes. She had loved Theo for three years, but he had betrayed her. Why should she remain loyal to him? She realized she didn't need to be with him at all. As she suddenly stood up, the guests who had been whispering and mocking her fell silent. All eyes instinctively focused on her as she lifted the hem of her dress and confidently walked toward the man in the wheelchair. The sight of a bride in a white wedding dress approaching left the man's guests equally stunned. Hearing the rustle of her dress, the man in the wheelchair turned around slowly. Elyse halted and gazed at the handsome man before her, a spark of surprise in her eyes. She then extended her hand and said, "Hello, I heard you're in need of a bride. My groom just left me. How about we get married?" Chapter 2 What Was She Up To? "My name is Elyse Lloyd. If it's all right with you, we can get married today," she proposed confidently. Her bold proposal left the crowd in shock, prompting several to capture the moment with their phones. "Miss Lloyd, are you certain about this decision? Given my disability, I may not be able to provide the future you envision," the man replied openly, without hiding his condition, and gently urged her to think it over. "I've made up my mind," Elyse responded with determination. "I'm Jayden," he introduced himself. Seeing her resolve, Jayden Owen grasped her hand and shared his concern, "I fear you might regret this choice later on." Elyse chose not to respond. She was sure of her decision. She had once been solely focused on marrying Theo, who never truly reciprocated her love. Now, who she married seemed inconsequential. After efficiently wrapping up the wedding formalities at City Hall, Elyse and Jayden were now bound by matrimony, officially united as husband and wife. With the marriage certificate in hand, Elyse experienced a profound sense of relief. Theo had broken her heart, and she was resolute in never returning to him. Regarding her father, since she would not be marrying into the Ward family, he had another daughter to think about. She understood her little sister Mabel too well. As someone driven by greed, how could Mabel resist the temptation to become Theo's wife and a member of the Ward family? Thus, marrying Jayden was Elyse's perfect escape from her family's clutches. She had no intention of going back home again. While she gazed thoughtfully at the marriage certificate, Jayden asked, "What's on your mind? Regretting your decision to marry a disabled man?" Elyse shook her head, took hold of the wheelchair, and replied, "I think it was a good decision." Jayden smiled slightly, though his eyes betrayed a hint of skepticism and mistrust. How could any woman genuinely want to marry a disabled man? He figured she was just putting on an act--an act that couldn't last forever. He needed a bride momentarily to distract his family while he pursued his own goals. Well, he decided, he might as well see what she was up to. Elyse helped Jayden into the car, and they drove to his house. Jayden's home was opulent, complete with a garden and a swimming pool, and staffed with a butler in a tuxedo and uniformed maids. As Elyse stepped onto the plush wool carpet, she truly realized that her new husband was far from ordinary. The butler, Driscoll Lee, approached them respectfully and inquired, "Mr. Owen, is this your bride?" Surveying the opulent house and recollecting her newlywed husband's full name, a sudden realization dawned on Elyse. The Owens were the most influential family in town, and Jayden Owen was particularly notable among his peers for his business acumen and exceptional talent. He was one of the wealthiest men around. However, after a car accident a year ago that cost him his legs, Jayden had faded from the public eye and his prior achievements were largely forgotten. So, she had married the legendary Jayden Owen? Elyse recalled hearing rumors about his engagement to a girl from the Foster family. The bride who had disappeared on her wedding day was supposed to be that Foster girl. Upon hearing Jayden's full name at City Hall, Elyse hadn't dwelled on it much. If she had known his background sooner, she wouldn't have had the courage to broach the topic of marriage with him. Jayden noticed the shock and panic on her face but remained silent. He still doubted that she truly hadn't recognized him. After all, his disability was well known. "This is Elyse Lloyd, my wife. From now on, she will be the hostess here," Jayden introduced her firmly. "Joanna Foster escaped on our wedding day because she didn't want to marry a disabled man," he added bluntly. "Joanna Foster disappeared on the wedding day?" Driscoll expressed his surprise. The Foster family had been eager to forge a union with the Owen family through marriage, pushing for Jayden to marry Joanna. On the wedding day, however, the bride had disappeared. Wasn't this a deliberate humiliation of Jayden? Driscoll felt sympathy for him and offered some consolation, "Sir, perhaps it's for the best that she left. It seems you might have found the right person after all." Elyse had shown no concern for Jayden's disability and was willing to marry him. That indeed counted for something. Chapter 3 He Could Walk Fluidly Looking at Jayden's legs, Elyse felt a wave of sympathy for him. Jayden had once been at the pinnacle of success, and now he seemed so vulnerable. Just because he was disabled, his bride had callously abandoned him at the altar, showing him no respect whatsoever. He must have felt even more devastated than she did during the wedding. Approaching Jayden, Elyse took his hand and said earnestly, "Don't worry. We are husband and wife now. I will take care of you for the rest of our lives." Jayden's expression turned rigid. Could she really mean it, promising to take care of him for a lifetime? He doubted her sincerity, thinking she was just putting on an act of compassion. Without a word, Jayden maneuvered his wheelchair into the study on the first floor. "I'm sorry," Driscoll said apologetically. "Since his accident, he's been a bit more temperamental." "It's fine. I understand," Elyse replied, dismissing it with a wave of her hand. Anyone in his situation might change. She then followed Driscoll upstairs to a room on the second floor. -- "Sir." In the study stood a bald man named Vinny Bailey, clad in a tight black shirt that accentuated his prominent tendons. Respectfully, Vinny ignited a lighter and lit a cigar for Jayden. "Joanna has gone abroad. The Foster family is desperately trying to come up with a solution." "They've taken thirty million and five major projects from me. Is this their way of repaying me?" Jayden let out a puff of smoke and remarked casually, "If I don't teach them a lesson, others will see me as a pushover. The Fosters need to learn a few things." "Do you want us to bring Joanna back?" Vinny inquired, nodding. "And as for your new wife, should we make some introductions with our men?" "No need." Jayden, cigar clenched between his teeth, lifted a document from the desk and strolled over to the window. The wheelchair was tucked away in a corner of the room, ignored, as he moved fluidly across the floor. This document detailed Elyse's entire life, from her childhood through to her college life, even including her romance with Theo. He casually flipped through the pages and drawled, "An ordinary woman. She married me just for my money." Back then, the Owens had declared their search for a wife for Jayden, aiming simply to secure an heir. Upon the announcement, no wealthy family was eager to marry their daughter to him, except for the Fosters, who had enriched themselves through their daughters' marriage. The Fosters' motive was straightforward--to exchange their daughter for resources and money. Vinny saw no other reason for Elyse to marry Jayden but for financial gain. Yet, there was another twist. "She was originally going to marry Theo Ward." "Ward? The Ward family that's well-known?" Jayden lifted an eyebrow. "Yes. But apparently, the groom ran off to reunite with his ex-girlfriend after receiving a phone call." Vinny paused, then speculated, "Maybe she married you just to spite Theo Ward." Jayden ceased perusing the documents and glanced up at Vinny with a hint of annoyance. "You're looking at it too simplistically. By marrying me, she stands to gain more. That's the real reason she married me, despite my disability." In Jayden's eyes, Elyse hadn't yet revealed her true intentions. But he didn't mind her interest in his money. He needed a wife to appease his family. If she married him for gain, it would make a future divorce simpler for him. -- Perched on the edge of the bed, Elysee scrolled through her phone and noticed the trending topics. #Bridegroom Ran Away For His Ex #Bride Marries Stranger To Anger Her Ranaway Groom She casually scrolled through the comments. The public deemed the entire situation unbelievable and both parties' actions as unreasonable. Nevertheless, discussions had thrust Elyse's name into circulation because of it. Some even discovered she was a violinist in an orchestra and stumbled upon a video of her past performance. Unable to resist, Elyse was watching these videos when Theo called. "Where are you, Elyse? Let's meet and talk." Chapter 4 Who Were You Married To? As Elyse descended the stairs to the villa's entrance, Driscoll approached her with concern. "It's quite late. Where are you off to? Shall I arrange a car for you?" "No, thanks. I'll be back soon." Driscoll watched her depart before heading to the study. Elyse, having agreed to meet Theo, called a taxi and was soon en route. Fifteen minutes later, she entered a coffee shop and instantly noticed Theo, who was in high spirits, busy texting on his phone. A flicker of sarcasm crossed her eyes as she approached and sat across from him. Theo looked up, his expression souring. "Why are you so late? Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting?" Staring back at him, Elyse felt a chill. They had been together for a long time, yet he was always domineering toward her, a stark contrast to his demeanor with Kaelyn. She had once loved him, believing she could endure anything. Only today had she realized how foolish that was. If she didn't love herself, how could she expect anyone else to love her? "If you don't want to wait, you can leave," Elyse retorted icily. Theo, taken aback by her response, grew visibly more upset. "You're holding a grudge about what happened at the wedding, aren't you? I get why you're upset, but you can't be more understanding and reasonable? I left because Kaelyn was in dire straits--she was depressed and contemplating suicide." "You can go to anyone you want. You don't need to explain anything to me--I don't care anymore." Elyse found humor in his words. Theo couldn't believe she was indifferent. They had been together for three years, and everyone knew how deeply she loved him. He thought her claim of indifference was merely a result of anger. But he was confident he could easily resolve this. Just a few sweet words and she'd come back to him. "It's not a big deal. I came back to you after handling everything, didn't I? I'll visit your parents soon, and we can start planning the wedding again," Theo said. "No need for that." "What?" "There won't be a wedding." Elyse's face was devoid of emotion. "We're done." "Why are you still upset? I left at the wedding, but I came back for you. Can't you forgive me?" Theo frowned. "Forgive you? Forgive you for abandoning me for another woman?" Elyse slammed her hand on the table. "Do you have any idea what I've been through since you left? Your family has been calling me names, even though you were the one who left me at the altar--just for another woman!" "Elyse Lloyd!" Theo shouted her name furiously. "What others say is their issue. Isn't our three-year relationship strong enough for you to trust me?" "Three years, and yet you never forgot your ex," Elyse countered, her face marked by disappointment. "I believed we'd be together forever, but it seems three years was our limit. We're done, Theo. It's clear we're not suited for each other." While speaking, she retrieved a ring from her bag and set it down on the table--the same ring he had used to propose. She recalled the joy she felt that day, now overshadowed by her current despair. Elyse gave Theo one last look, mentally closing the chapter on their three years together. She grabbed her bag and departed without a backward glance. Theo was stunned. Was Elyse dumping him? He always saw her as a simp, her family reliant on his. How could she just walk away? Humiliated, he chased after her, grabbed her shoulder, and said forcefully, "You have no right to break things off! Remember, your father's business relies on me. Without me, your family has nothing. Come back, and we'll marry in a few days to make up for today!" "Let me go!" Elyse fought back fiercely and yelled with defiance and frustration, "I'm married. Stop bothering me!" "So what if you are married! You will always belong to me." After blurting that out, he froze and asked incredulously, "What did you say? You're married? Who to?" While he was momentarily dazed, Elyse wriggled free from his grip. She hadn't anticipated turning around to find Jayden sitting in a wheelchair quietly a few meters behind her. "Jayden!" she exclaimed. Chapter 5 You Can Stand? "Didn't I make it clear? I'm married. We're over. This is my husband," Elyse said as she quickly moved to Jayden's side, gripping his arm. Theo stared at Jayden, failing to recognize him. With a sneer, he said, "To get back at me, you married a disabled man?" He then extended his hand, commanding in a domineering tone, "Elyse, come here! I'll make it up to you when we get back." But Elyse looked at him as if he were a stranger. "Did you hear me? Come here!" Theo grew frustrated. Elyse reflected on how she would have responded in the past--she would definitely walk over to his side. She had loved him deeply for three years. Her feelings had been genuine. Yet, the depth of her affection made the betrayal harder to bear. On her first birthday after they got together, she wanted to celebrate it by the sea. To make her happy, Theo bought a camera, promising to capture beautiful photos of her. As they were about to board the plane for their trip to the seaside, Kaelyn was injured on a film set and called Theo. Without any hesitation, Theo left her stranded at the airport. It was the most disappointing birthday Elyse had ever experienced. Theo had once vowed to attend her debut performance with her orchestra, yet she ended up not seeing him there. She lingered in the hall all night, only to learn the next day that he had missed the performance because Kaelyn had become drunk at a dinner party while trying to land a role. He stayed because he was worried she might be taken advantage of. For three years, he had been Kaelyn's protector, but he had never offered Elyse the same safeguard. This accumulation of disappointments came to a head at the wedding. She knew she deserved love and respect, not neglect. "I am Jayden's wife now. I owe my loyalty to him," declared Elyse with a chill in her voice. "Elyse Lloyd!" Theo roared, enraged. He thought Elyse was merely being spiteful and fabricating things due to the day's incidents. As he tried to seize her hand, Jayden intervened, blocking him swiftly. Theo struggled to free his hand, but was unable to. He couldn't overpower a disabled man? The realization pissedhim off. "Release me!" Theo exploded with anger. "She has no desire to leave with you. Can't you understand?" Jayden pressed slowly, his force causing Theo's features to twist in distress. Jayden held on until Theo cried out in pain before releasing him. "Remember this day, Elyse. You'll regret it in the future!" With a hint of embarrassment, Theo glared at Elyse and stormed off after his declaration. Watching him leave, Elyse felt a bitter smile form within her. She knew Theo would not easily let go of being humiliated, but there was no turning back for them now. "Let's go home, Elyse." "Okay." After helping Jayden into the car, they both sat silently, gazing out the window and avoiding any mention of Theo. "How did you know I was out here?" Elyse asked, her curiosity piqued. Without turning to face her, Jayden replied, "Driscoll mentioned it wasn't safe for you to be alone at this hour, so I came to pick you up." In truth, he had suspected she was up to something secretive, but it turned out she was merely meeting her ex. This revelation left him slightly disappointed. "Since you've married me, you should sever ties with your ex. My family members are strict, and I can't cover for you if they find out you're still seeing another man." "I won't see him again. I met him just to return a ring," Elyse responded, nodding. Jayden said nothing more. As long as Elyse respected his boundaries, she was free to make her own choices. When they arrived home, Elyse noticed Jayden heading straight for the study again. Curious, she asked Driscoll, "Why is he always in the study?" "The study is not only his workplace, but it has also become a sanctuary for his soul," Driscoll explained. "And why doesn't he return to his room?" "He does sometimes, but we rarely know when. He prefers that we don't fuss over him too much." With that, Driscoll departed. After freshening up in her room, Elyse was preparing for bed, but her thoughts lingered on the day's events with Jayden. She realized that despite his reserved nature, he was genuinely concerned for her safety. Feeling grateful and wanting to express her thanks, she left her room and walked towards the study. As she approached, she noticed the door was slightly ajar, casting a sliver of light into the hallway. Elyse pushed the door open and to her surprise, saw Jayden standing. She gasped and asked, "Jayden, you can stand?" ==== "You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don't we get married?" Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. 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Do you not understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!” I don’t answer, I keep my eyes low so that I didn’t have to look at his face. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. From what I gathered, he was a ruthless man, and he was even claimed to have killed his 9 ex-girlfriends. “He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!” Beta Kyle continues. He places his hands on my shoulders, digging his nails into my thinning skin, ”Useless Wolf.” He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean back against it, observing the already clean office. There was nothing out of place, it looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned 18, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle was always reminding me of how worthless I am. The clearing of a throat makes me jump. I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair. A foot propped up on his knee. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don’t quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door. Shrinking down to the ground. “Is this the way you greet all Alpha’s?” His deep voice rumbles through the room, an edge of amusement to his tone. “I’m sorry.” I whisper, getting to my feet. “I…I thought I was alone.” I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. “Come forward.” He orders. I do as I’m told. Allowing him to see me properly and I am met with narrowed crimson eyes. I close my own eyes, expecting the worst. “You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?” My head moved up and down, though I couldn’t tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they discovered the truth about me. “I would prefer it if you spoke to me.” He growls, “I’m not in the mood to play games.” “Yes.” I whisper. “I am…I am a Wolf.” I couldn’t help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? I wasn’t sure how much more my body could take. “How is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me.” “I…..” I hated the question. “I haven’t got all day!” He takes a swig from his drink. I knew why I couldn’t scent him. I knew why I hadn’t been aware of his presence, but telling people why was not something I ever liked to do. They never hear my side of the story. All they do is accept Alpha Trey's word as the truth. “You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?” His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them. There was no way I was making direct eye contact. “My Wolf abilities were bound.” “Why?” If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. “It was a punishment.” “For what?” His deep voice rumbles through me. “For killing my parents.” I whispered. At this moment, the door swings open abruptly and my brother screeches at me “Neah, what are you doing in my office?!" He then turns to the crimson eyed man. “I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it was him...	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