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Yes 2024-10-13 20:45 active 1624 0 😍Read the next chapters👉 This wasn’t the first time I received photos of Owen cheating on me. The blonde hair and slender build of the woman kissing him reminded me of my best friend Josie. But it couldn't be her… Right? With trembling fingers, I dropped my phone. How could he do this to me? I thought he cared. I thought I was the most important person in his life. I was like a sister to him, and now I am his wife! After losing my parents, I was adopted by Owen’s family. I saved Owen's life when we were young. His family was so grateful that they decided to take me in. I grew up with Owen. We used to be inseparable. At first, he was like a brother to me. But as we grew older, things changed… He went from an awkward, geeky boy to a tall, handsome young man. I changed with the years, too. Puberty transformed me from a skinny little girl into a fit, voluptuous young woman. My dark brown hair grew long and wavy, spreading on my shoulders like seaweed. My bright green eyes with soft sight were framed by long black lashes. My fair skin and slim figure let me win the admiration of many Suitors. Owen always said he loved my eyes. He said my eyes were as charming as a clear lake. Since we were teens, we felt a strange, forbidden attraction to one another. But neither of us ever dared to admit it. Until that one fateful night, when we shared our first kiss. We got married when we were 22 years old. I couldn’t believe that was almost 3 years ago now. I always thought we knew each other best. I thought nothing could ever come between us. But Owen had been acting very strange recently. These photos seemed to explain why… I had to confront him. “Owen?” I called out. “Owen, where are you?” He didn’t answer. He must be upstairs. I walked up the stairs and heard him talking to his friend Simon on the phone. As I was about to knock on the door, I overheard: “No, I don’t think I love her anymore.” His words gave me icy chills. “You should be happy, Simon. I know you like Noah. If we get a divorce, you can have her.” Owen continued. “He said...what?” I couldn’t believe my ears and cried in my heart, “How dare he talk about me like that? I wasn't just some object he could give away! ” Hearing Owen’s frivolous talk with his friend, I felt sick. I grew up with him and got married for so many years. But he recently acted like a stranger. Did he have a new love? Why he treated me in such a cruel way?! I was almost to open the door to question him, but suddenly I hesitated, “Question him and then what? Owen may not love me love before. Do I want divorce? No, I don’t think so. Anyway, I have to calm down. At least I need to have a talk with him first. I need to know what happened to our marriage.” So, I quietly made my way back downstairs. I tried to forget about what I heard by preparing dinner. As I was dishing up our pasta, the delightful scent of italian herbs drifted through the house. I heard Owen come downstairs. “Just in time for your dinner, hun!” I said, trying to sound normal. But he was wearing his coat and gelled hair. He looked handsome as ever and ready to leave. I could smell his aftershave - my favorite smell in the world. “Where are you going? It’s getting late and dinner is ready.” I said. “Dinner with a client. Don’t wait for me.” Owen replied and left without hesitation. I sat alone at the table, looking at the food I’d carefully prepared for him. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I listlessly turned the spaghetti round and round with my fork. I wasn’t hungry. After storing away the leftovers, I stared at the TV for a while. Nothing could get my mind off of Owen and whoever that blonde tramp was. I made my way to the bathroom. I washed my mascara stained face and looked at myself in the mirror. Why did he stop loving me? Am I not beautiful enough? Did I not do enough to make him happy? I gave my body a scrutinizing glance, suddenly seeing all the parts of me that weren’t perfect. My belly wasn’t as flat as it used to be. Maybe I should’ve had my lips done, like my friend Josie. Mine always used to be fuller than hers. But now she had the plump, luscious lips of a model. After washing up, I went to bed. Dropping my face into my pillow, I felt miserable. I tried to fall asleep, but my mind kept wandering. Where was Owen? And with who? Will he even come home tonight? At 1 am, I finally heard the key turn in the front door. From all the stumbling I could hear Owen was very drunk. I swiftly made my way downstairs to help him to the bedroom. He started kissing me and said a blurry name. I tried to identify what it was. After he repeated it for many times, I was shocked. It sounded like... “Joise”! “Josie…? Were you with Josie?” I asked with panic in my voice. I helped his heavy body into bed. He grunted some words I couldn’t understand. I couldn’t believe my husband cheated on me with my best friend. I cried and pleaded with him to see that it was me, not Josie. He pushed me away. As his head hit the pillow, he started snoring right away. Looking at my husband - completely drunk - I didn’t recognize the man I knew and loved. I tried to sleep next to him. But it felt like I was lying next to a stranger. I went downstairs and sat on the sofa all night, wide eyed, thinking about what happened between us. The next morning, Owen came downstairs after a shower. I wanted to ask him how he was feeling. He must be hungover. When I got up from the couch, I felt very weak and feverish. The sleepless night must've made me sick. “Owen, are you OK?” I asked as I struggled to walk over to him. I really wanted to hug him. If only for a sense of comfort. He swept my arms away and told me to leave him alone. I was so weak and dizzy, his push made me fall. Owen was stunned for a moment. Then he said coldly, “If you’re sick, go see a doctor.” I scrambled up to my feet, and looked at him with a shocked expression. Suddenly, his phone rang. As he lifted it to his ear, the screen lit up. I could clearly see who was calling: “Josie”. Chapter 2 - Hope Noah My heart sank when Owen picked up the phone. The screen clearly said “Josie”. He answered: “Hello? Yes, of course, sir. I can take a look at those documents for you.” I couldn't believe Owen was lying to my face. He glanced at me, then quickly walked over to the kitchen. When he thought I couldn't hear him, his voice softened. He sounded so sweet. Although I couldn’t hear his words, the way he spoke to Josie reminded me of the beginning of our romance. Owen was still trying to hide his betrayal from me. He must have forgotten that he gave away his secret last night, when he called me Josie. Those pictures on my phone left no doubt. He was cheating on me, with my best friend. I leaned up against the wall. I felt weakened by my fever and this emotional rollercoaster. I stared at my husband as he came back inside the living room. He avoided my eyes. It felt as if he had become a stranger. In the past, he would’ve never let me suffer like this. “I’ll pick you up later.” Owen said, ready to go. I grabbed his hand and begged him to stay with me. “Please, don’t leave. I'm sick, Owen. I need to see a doctor. I’m too weak to be all by myself.” He was very impatient. He said he had some important business to deal with. I couldn’t help crying as I watched him leave. My husband and my best friend were betraying me, behind my back. I walked up the stairs slowly, carefully holding on to the railing. I was so weak and fragile. Bed rest was my best option right now. I really needed my husband to take care of me. When we got married, he vowed to me: “In sickness and in health, in good times and bad”. This was definitely a bad time, and he was nowhere to be seen. When I woke up from my nap, I felt even worse. In my feverish haze, I reached for my phone and tried to call Owen. I opened my recent contacts and found that Owen had not had any calls with me these days at all. I had to open the contact list to look for him, few minutes later I dialed out with a headache and dizziness. Almost immediately I heard: “Hello, Noah?” The voice on the phone sounded very deep. I figured Owen got a cold after his late night out. “I’m so sick, I’m so weak. I need to get to the hospital. Please, come back, please…” I pleaded, my voice weak and trembling. “I’ll be right there.” Said the voice on the phone and hung up right away. His voice sounded different from before. And his tone was a little urgent. What’s wrong? I didn’t have enough energy to think about it. At least he might still care about me. That comforted me a lot. Before long, there was a heavy knock on the door. Did Owen leave his key? I opened the door, expecting to look into Owen's gray eyes, but found Raymond's kind, hazel brown eyes instead. What was he doing here? Raymond was Owen’s uncle. He was only several years older, but very mature. He was tall, tanned and handsome. His chocolate brown hair matched his eyes. With his strong, square jaw and muscular body. I always thought Owen was one of the most attractive men I knew. It wasn't until Raymond’s appearance that I realized how dominant the handsome genes in this family in terms of good looking. After living in Australia for most of his life, he had come back 10 years ago to take over his family’s business. By now, he was the most successful CEO in the city. Although all women admired him, he remained single. “Does Owen know you’re sick?” Raymond said, looking concerned. “How did you know I'm sick? Do I look that terrible?” I asked, suddenly aware that I was only wearing my little nightgown, had no make-up on and had my hair up in a messy bun. Raymond smiled. “Don't worry, Noah. I got your call earlier.” Oops, I must have pressed the number of “Owen’s Boss” instead of “Owen”. I apologized for the inconvenience. “You are a member of our family, Noah. It’s my duty to take care of you. And you are never an inconvenience to me.” Raymond said as he took me by the arm to support me. He led me to his streamlined, dark gray Mercedes to drive me to the hospital. I sat down on the cream colored leather seat. His car smelled brand new. The seat was heated, which helped warm me up, but I was still shivering. Raymond took off his suede blazer and handed it to me. His simple act of kindness made me feel warm, inside and out. “Thank you, Raymond. This means a lot to me.” I said with a relieved sigh. “Of course, Noah. Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.” He responded. He still had a slight Australian accent. He asked me what happened. I wouldn’t have shared my family’s private problems with another man who I didn’t even know him very well. But at that time, I was on the very edge of a breakdown. I really needed someone to talk to. Yet when I lost two of my closest persons on the same day, my husband and my best friend, who else could I talk to? “I don’t think Owen loves me as much as before. It seems that he has some secrets with another woman, who used to my best girlfriend. I couldn't sleep all night. I think that's what caused my fever.” I concluded. I was in tears again by the time I finished the story. “How could they do this to you? You are the best thing that's ever happened to Owen. If he can't see that, he is an even bigger idiot than I thought!” Raymond shouted out. His shocked, angry expression showed me how much he cared. “Please, don't say a word about this to Owen. I haven't confronted him yet. I need to do this myself.” I responded. We sat quietly for a while, his hand resting very close to my thigh. I felt so weak and miserable. But his presence helped. When we seeing the private doctor. I tried to get out of the car but almost fell. Raymond flung an arm around me, just in time to catch me. I blushed as I looked up to him. My face was very close to his. His piercing eyes looked at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. I smelled something fresh. It might be his aftershave. I remembered Owen also used it, and I always told he that I love what he smelled. But I found Raymond’s aftershave smelled a little special. “Raymond? Noah? What are you doing?!” I suddenly heard Owen’s angry voice. Chapter 3 - Truth Noah Raymond quickly let go of me as Owen approached us. Just before taking a step back. I stumbled over to my husband. I wanted to lean on him for support, but he didn’t seem to care about me at all. All I could read on his face was anger. I tried to be strong and stand by myself, shivering with fever. “So, you’ve got a new love, huh? I saw you flirting with my uncle!” Owen spat his angry words at me. I turned pale. How could he say this to me? Especially after what he had done? I wasn’t the one who couldn’t be trusted! “Owen! How dare you talk to her like that! It’s not our family’s manner!” Raymond berated him. He was fuming with rage at the injustice. He also knew about Owen's betrayal. Owen was a little timid when Raymond got angry. Although Raymond was only 31 years old, he had become a successful CEO. He had idolized Raymond when he was a child. And now, Raymond was also his boss. Owen had recently started working at his company. Raymond’s fists were clenched and his tense muscles were visible through his buttoned up shirt. He looked like he was about to hit Owen. I didn’t want them to fight over me, so I tried to calm them both down. “Raymond, it’s okay. Owen will take me in to see a doctor. Thank you for driving me here.” I said gratefully. ‘Please, don’t say anything about Josie’, I tried to tell him mentally through the look in my eyes. He nodded slightly, as if he understood. He relaxed and his eyes softened when he looked at me. I turned back to my angry husband. I couldn’t detect any sign of trust in his eyes. I supposed he should he should be concerned about my health rather than the relationship between me and Raymond. “Owen, I can explain. I tried to call you, but I was so sick I accidentally dialed Raymond’s number. He brought me to see the doctor. You should be grateful to him. Without him I would still be miserable in bed, all alone.” Owen grabbed me and said, “Well, I was just on my way to come and get you. Then I saw you get out of uncle Raymond's car and ‘fall’ right into his arms.” He looked at Raymond with an arrogant smirk. “You can go back to your important job now, uncle. I’ll look after my wife.” Raymond’s eyes were cold, but he respected my wishes. He didn't object. After warning Owen that he’d better take good care of me, he got back in his car and drove off. Although I was glad I could lean on Owen, something didn't feel right. I realized I was still wearing his suede jacket. It was so soft and warm, protecting me from the cold autumn wind. When the doctor dealt with my fever, Owen didn’t want to speak to me, let alone look at me. He was engaging himself in typing on his phone. The doctor told me I shouldn't have waited much longer. My fever was so high I could have fainted. After getting examined and taking medicine for my fever, Owen drove me home. We sat next to each other in our car that held many memories. All our road trips and getaways together. Those times were over now. After an uncomfortable silence, I decided to address the elephant in the room. “Owen… What is going on? Do you still love me? Do you still regard me as your wife?” I asked. “So what? Whose wife do you want to be?” Owen hissed. I couldn't believe how horrible he was to me after what he had done. “I know you cheated on me, Owen.” I uttered with pain in my voice. “You’ve been seeing Josie, right?” Owen stopped the car with a jerk and pulled over. We sat in silence for a while as he processed my words. “What do you know, Noah?” he pressed, looking me in the eyes at last. I finally confronted him about all the things that had been weighing heavily on my heart. I explained: “Someone sent me photos of the two of you together. The first time, they didn't show your face. So I didn’t want to believe it. But in the ones I received yesterday, it was clearly you. All those nights, when you told me you had to leave town for business... You lied to me. You spent them at a hotel with another woman! Then, last night, you kissed me and called me Josie. And this morning, I saw it was her calling you. You pretended it was a client. “Owen, we have grown up together since we were kids. I always thought we know each other the most and could trust each other. I can’t believe you would cheat me like that!” I cried, “Owen, did you fall in love with another woman... Is she my best friend Josie?!” His eyes showed a moment of doubt. Then, resolution. His mouth tightened as he clenched his jaw. Just when I thought he wouldn’t answer, Owen said: “It’s true. I love her. I love Josie.” Chapter 4 - Hurt Noah I just couldn't accept it. I loved him so much. How could he cheat on me? “Why, Owen? I thought we loved each other. I thought we would be together forever. Did I do something wrong?” I cried. Owen didn't respond. He drove us home in silence. His cruelty was too much for me to bear. I stared at the raindrops on the window. I felt more depressed than ever. That afternoon, Owen left again. I tried having some food and a nap, hoping that would help me heal. But I just couldn't fall asleep until Owen came back home in the early evening. I had to talk to him. I got out of bed and met him at the top of the stairs. “Owen, we need to talk about what happened. You can't keep going out and avoiding me.” He was obviously drunk again. All he said was, “I don’t have anything to say to you. I am moving out, Noah. I supposed our years of marriage is a mistake!” I took his hands in mine and begged him to stay and try to work it out. But he shook off my hands and pushed me away. I was standing right on the edge of the staircase. His push made me lose balance, and I tumbled down the stairs. I managed to grab onto the railing so I didn’t fall all the way down. But my head hit the wall when I tried to break my fall. I felt my forehead was bleeding. It was so painful that I couldn’t get up. I thought Owen would help me, but only heard: “You lost your footing. It’s not my fault.” There was a sudden knock on the door. Owen stumbled past me down the stairs. “Raymond? What are you doing here? Now is not a good time.” “I came to ask you what is going on. You need to give me an explanation. You haven’t … Noah?” Raymond suddenly saw me sitting on the stairs behind Owen. He pushed Owen aside and ran over to me in alarm. Seeing my messy hair and injured forehead, he instantly knew what happened between us. He punched Owen in the face. “This is how you treat your wife?! I don’t believe you. Don’t you see Noah is bleeding? Did you hurt her? What a disgusting thing you smelled! You drunk idiot!” Raymond raged at his nephew. I didn’t even have time to explain. Raymond immediately wrapped me up in his suit jacket and took me to see the doctor. “Twice in one day? That must be a record.” The doctor said wearily. I gave her a wry grin and answered, “Not by choice…” The doctor took care of my wounds. I needed a couple of stitches and had some pretty bad bruises, but I would be okay. Thankfully, I didn't break any bones. It was getting dark outside. The autumn breeze was busy blowing the leaves off the maple trees surrounding the hospital parking lot. Raymond and I made our way back to the car. Our feet rustled through the thick carpet of yellow, brown and scarlet red leaves. After my second - and hopefully last - doctor's visit of the day, we sat next to each other in silence. We were back in his beautiful Mercedes. I could get used to these comfortable, heated seats. I felt a bit embarrassed. Raymond kept on having to save me. At least this time, I was wearing clothes and make-up, and my brown hair was neatly tied in a long, wavy ponytail. “I don’t normally need so much help, you know.” I broke the ice. “I happen to be a strong, independent woman most of the time.” Raymond laughed heartily. “Jokes aside, I'm really grateful for everything you've done for me.” I continued. “Why did you come over tonight, Raymond?” “Owen hadn’t come to work at the company for days. And I wanted to speak to him about what happened this morning, with you. I tried to call him, but he never answered. I decided to come over. To see for myself what was wrong with him.” Raymond explained. “I just can’t believe what he did to you!” He continued. “If he ever does anything like that again, please tell me. I’ll teach him a lesson.” His stern face showed how much he meant it. I took a deep breath. He had a way of making me feel safe and secure. “Thank you, Raymond. I’m okay now. It was an accident. Owen didn’t push me off the stairs on purpose. He didn’t mean to hurt me.” I explained. Raymond looked a little angry, but he still carefully drove me home. “Goodbye, Raymond. Thank you again, for everything.” I said with feeling as he hugged me. “Bye, Noah. It’s been my pleasure. Please be safe. Call me if you need anything.” He said. He gently patted me on my head as comfort as if I was a little girl and got back in his car. His simple actions made me feel warm. I thanked him and walked home. I entered the house. It was quiet and dark downstairs. I walked up to our room. When I opened our bedroom door, all I could see was Owen and Josie kissing on the bed. Chapter 5 - The Necklace Noah I couldn’t believe my eyes! While the hours I was leaving, my husband was screwing with my best friend in my room! Didn’t he remember I got hurt because of him?! How ridiculous! Even though I had seen Owen and Josie’s betrayal before in photos, witnessing it in real life was way worse. It felt like a million knives stabbed me in the chest. My heart shattered. “How dare you cheat on me in our home! In our own bed, for God’s sake!” I cried out. They hadn’t heard me open the bedroom door over the romantic music that was playing. They turned around with shocked looks on their faces. If I wasn’t so devastated, it might’ve been funny. Owen's mouth had lipstick smears all over it, and Josie’s blonde hair was disheveled. They were both in their underwear. Clothes were spread out all over our bedroom floor. I tried to hold back my tears. I didn't want to show them my pain. My crying might come across as weakness. I demanded an explanation. “I don’t believe this. Owen! Did you forget I am your wife?! Josie, why you betray me too?! I treat you as my best friend. How dare you take my husband away from me!” I insisted. Josie hid away in Owen’s arms. Owen comforted her gently, then snapped at me: “You’ve already seen us together anyway, haven't you, Noah?” “I am done with you.” He continued. “Our whole relationship was based on a lie. Josie should’ve been with me all along!” I didn’t understand. “What are you talking about, Owen?” He held up a delicate golden necklace with a tear shaped ruby that had been resting on Josie’s collarbone. “Remember this, Noah? The truth has finally come out. It was Josie who saved my life all those years ago, not you. You pretended that it was you in front of my parents. You’ve made her suffer long enough!” I was shocked. Why did Josie have my necklace? I couldn't believe her betrayal. I tried to explain to Owen that I lost that necklace before I was adopted by his family. I told him I would never lie to him. Especially about something so important. But Owen didn’t believe me. “Josie,” I cried. “How could you do this to me? Why would you steal my necklace? You know how much it means to me! We’ve been best friends since the orphanage, haven’t we? Does that mean nothing to you?” “Noah, you know this necklace has always belonged to me. I was the one who saved Owen. But you stole my life to be adopted,”Josie played innocent with me, “I should have been the one who grew up with Owen! I see you as my sister, so I never attempted to reveal your lie until Owen found this necklace in my old jewelry box several months ago.” This convinced Owen even more that I had been bullying her. He wrapped his arms around her. Over his shoulder, when he couldn’t see, Josie gave me a quick, mean smirk. I knew Josie had a mean side. She always had, even when we were kids. But so far, she had only taken it out on her boyfriends and whoever got on her bad side, not on me. I never thought she might treated me in such a mean way! I had searched everywhere but couldn't find my that necklace. It turned out that she was the thief who was always around me. How could she tell such outrageous lies as if it were natural? I left the bedroom, rushed downstairs and broke down on the couch. Oh, what a nightmare! How could I make Owen see the truth? A little later, Owen and Josie came downstairs, all dressed up again. Josie was wearing her Prada pumps and the sleek, mint green dress I gifted her for her birthday. It accentuated her long legs and slender silhouette. I had to admit, she looked beautiful. I used to dress in a simple way such as simple jeans, white blouse and sneakers. Maybe I looked less attractive compared to Josie. Owen had an arm around Josie’s waist and warned me, “You’d better stay out of our life from now on. I’ll move to another villa with Josie.” I couldn't believe it. After 3 years of marriage, he trusted her story over mine. And now he wanted nothing to do with me. We used to be happily married. Our whole lives, ever since I saved him, we had been so close. We used to laugh together, cry together, play pranks on each other… But now, everything changed, simply because of a necklace. In fact, “necklace” is just an excuse for his betrayal. I didn’t believe our years of affection couldn’t prove my heart. “Noah, my life were ruined by you. You owe me that.” Josie said. “One day you’ll both regret this. I didn’t do anything wrong.” I sobbed. As they walked out, I faintly heard Owen reply: “It’s my fault. I should have found you earlier, or you wouldn’t have suffered so much.” I could only guess at his last insult as the door closed behind them. I zoned out in front of the TV and poured myself some of Owen’s whisky. The past couple of days had been the worst of my life ever since I lost my parents. My body and mind had been through so much. I felt numb. I must have fallen asleep on the couch. The sudden loud jingle of my phone ringing woke me up. The bright midmorning sun was shining in through the large windows. Looks like I slept in late. Disoriented, I picked up my phone and saw it was Owen calling. I accepted the call and brought the phone to my ear. Before I could say a word, I heard Owen’s angry shouting: “How dare you do this to Josie! Those guys you hired? They put her in the hospital! I can’t believe your jealousy would drive you this far!” Chapter 6 - Choice Noah “What?! What guys? I just woke up, Owen. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I replied to the angry voice on the phone. “More lies! I can’t believe you, Noah. You're despicable!” Owen shouted. He was so loud, I had to move the phone away from my ear. “Owen, please calm down. All I remember is you leaving with Josie last night. I fell asleep on the couch. What happened?” “Josie is in the hospital because of you. I demand that you come here right now and apologize to her!” He ended the call before I could reply. What was this about? Would my life ever go back to normal? I decided to find out what was going on. My fever was over. Although my head still hurt, the wound was healing rapidly. I took a refreshing shower and got into a pencil skirt and light blue blouse. I combed my hair and decided to wear it in natural loose waves today. After a quick breakfast, I slipped into my high heels and coat, and made my way to my car. It was a crisp sunny day. I arrived at the hospital. At least it wasn't me who needed to see the doctor this time. “Oh, it’s our ‘old friend’.” The nurse said jokingly. I smiled as she directed me to Josie’s room. As soon as I knocked on the door, Owen opened it with an enraged look on his face. “Finally! That took you long enough.” He whispered angrily. “Josie is sleeping.” He came out and gently closed the door behind him. We walked towards the chairs in the hallway. “I have no idea what happened, Owen.” I said honestly. “Can you please tell me what is going on? Some guys attacked her?” “Are you still pretending you weren't behind this? You are unbelievable.” He shook his head, then continued. “Josie was attacked by some hooligans this morning, on her way to work. She shouted out and fainted from fear. Thankfully, a police officer was nearby. He heard her scream. She has a heavy concussion from the fall. She'll have to stay here a few days to recover.” “What? That's horrible!” I replied in shock. Although I was angry with Josie, I wouldn't wish this on anyone. “Stop your act now, Noah. Those guys were arrested. They told the police someone paid them to kidnap Josie, because she broke up a marriage.” No wonder he doubted me. But I couldn’t believe the trust between us was so fragile. “Would you believe me if I swore to you it wasn't me?” I asked with a last glimmer of hope. His reply made it clear to me that there was no hope left for us: “Never again will I believe a single word you say, Noah.” I refused to apologize. I didn't have anything to do with this. If there is anyone needed to stand out and make an apology, it was them for what they had done to me! On my way out, I contacted a friend who had lots of connections all over the city. I asked her to investigate the situation. I also called the office on my way home, to let them know I was still recovering from my fever and head wound. My boss was understanding. She told me to take as long as I needed. In the evening, Owen came home just as I was about to have dinner. “I didn’t prepared your dinner. I guess you would have dinner with Josie?” I said plainly. I didn’t know why he came back at this time, but I didn’t care about it anymore. He ignored my words and said, “You still don’t want to apologize, right? You have two choices, Noah. Apologize and make amends with Josie, or divorce me and get out of this house!” “Josie is the one who betrayed us both. She lied to you, Owen. She stole my necklace. She is the one who should apologize!” I argued. Owen burst out in rage and slapped me in the face. I stared at him in disbelief. I was totally disappointed. Over the past few days he had hit me, pushed me, cheated on me. He had hurt me in every way. I made up my mind. “I choose divorce.” I said coldly. “Okay, good. My lawyer will contact you in the next morning. Oh, and I’ve prepared another ‘surprise’ for you.” Owen said ruthlessly with a wicked smile. 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Yes 2024-10-13 19:27 active 1621 0 Balloon Fiesta is on its way and we're bringing the festivities to celebrate. 🎈🎉 From Friday, October 4 to Sunday, October 13, join us in the Gallery and Crafted for a series of exciting events open to the public. Here's what's on deck: Friday, October 4 | Opening Day 🎈 Pop up! Chelsea Benally and Global Apothecary Live Painting Demo 1-4pm, Gallery Hózhó 🎈Scott Feuille & Taylor Garrett Smoked Old Fashioned Tasting 3-5 pm, Crafted Tasting Room 🎈Exhibition Kickoff: David Naranjo and Terran Last Gun 5-7 pm, Gallery Hózhó 🎈Pop Art, Jewelry, and VIVÁC Sangria featuring Mikey Mayes and Marina Hartwiz 5-7 pm, Crafted Tasting Room Saturday, October 5 | Mass Ascension 🎈Wine Tasting: A History of New Mexico Wine 3-5 pm, Crafted Tasting Room 🎈Pop up! Chelsea Benally and Global Apothecary Live Painting Demo 1-4 pm, Gallery Hózhó Wednesday, October 9 | Mass Ascension 🎈Spa Relaxation Day Product Demonstration and Giveaway 3-5 pm, Crafted Tasting Room Thursday, October 10 | Special Shape Rodeo 🎈 Wine Tasting: A History of New Mexico Wine 3-5 pm, Crafted Tasting Room Saturday, October 12 | Mass Ascension 🎈Artist Duhon James Monotype Printmaking Demonstration 1-4 pm, Gallery Hózhó 🎈 Wine Tasting: A History of New Mexico Wine 3-5 pm, Crafted Tasting Room VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE https://www.instagram.com/_u/hotelchaco Hotel Chaco https://www.facebook.com/HotelChaco/ 5,033 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Visit Instagram profile 0 instagram.com IMAGE https://www.instagram.com/_u/hotelchaco 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462892061_538409462217734_3555808356008590521_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=-l-e0iVmwzwQ7kNvgFZzlxl&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A8uQFqWvue0OOg6Nwqxewjw&oh=00_AYCSjLixpC1G4FsNXBS2YqvnKQWonZP6NcBVS_uosvwvpw&oe=67123078 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Hotel Chaco 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-10-13 23:06 active 1625 0 It's time for some fun! 2024 Fall Festival by Gospel Tabernacle Church of God in Christ is happening October 18th from 5:30 to 7:30 PM, with awesome activities, sweet treats, and fun games for all ages. We're excited to have the library, Montgomery fire department, and Sparky the fire dog joining in. There will be free food and ice cream - you won't want to miss this! #GospelTabernacleCOGIC #fall #Montgomery #Montgomery @highlight #follower #GospelTabernacleCOGIC #festival #FamilyFun #COGIC #fallvibes #fallfestival #freeevent #candy #food #Giveaway Montgomery Fire/Rescue Montgomery Advertiser Sparky The Fire Dog Montgomery City-County Public Library Juliette Hampton Morgan Library Montgomery Police Department CALL_NOW Gospel Tabernacle Church of God in Christ https://www.facebook.com/GospelTCOGIC/ 809 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Call now 0 VIDEO 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462552853_1266469947841829_8304105462772367524_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=KD_8GtR9FNIQ7kNvgFXy6BQ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=APgGzPfzRiLX4mq9AdqbQXy&oh=00_AYCRUmQtJvO_k25-gjKxQLJEZo8wbaU0mRMp3f-okr5ZvQ&oe=671276D6 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Gospel Tabernacle Church of God in Christ 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-10-13 20:09 active 1623 0 🔥🔥👉Click to read the remaining chapters for free🔥🔥 Timothy Yeager is the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force of Efral. He has billions of dollars in inheritance and countless subordinates! On this day, he returns to civilization with the marriage contracts his mentor has set for him so he can keep his promise and protect his fiancées. However, as soon as he gets home, most of his fiancées call off their engagements to him. "Do you think you're worthy of marrying someone from the Barton family when you're so useless?" "How can the daughter of the Lynde family marry a peasant like you? It's a humiliation to her!" "Today, we're gathered here to annul the marriage contracts with a loser like you!" "You're dreaming if you think a peasant like you is worthy of marrying any of our daughters!" Amidst the insults and mockery, an icy voice rings out. "Since all five of you are annuling your marriage contracts with him, I, Mavis Jefferson, shall accept it." Timothy looks in her direction, and his heart clenches. It's her! Chapter 1 The bed was comfortable. It felt much better than the shabby wooden bed in the mountain. The pillow cushioned the head snugly, and the bolster was incredibly soft. Seriously, it was just like a woman's body… Timothy Yeager sighed contentedly with his eyes closed and squeezed the bolster. Suddenly, his heart dropped to his stomach! Something was wrong—the sensation felt off to him. The next moment, he heard a woman's soft moan. Timothy's drowsy eyes snapped open, and he sat up abruptly. When he saw the scene in front of him, he froze. On the big bed in the five-star hotel suite, a woman with a curvy figure was lying right next to him. Her body was stunningly beautiful. Her gorgeous side profile could make one wonder if she were a perfect specimen that the creator personally crafted. She was facing away from Timothy, completely naked. Her skin was flawless and smooth. Timothy winced as he looked at the woman in bewilderment. What was going on? How did a woman end up in his bed? The alcohol from last night made his head throb. He massaged his temples and slapped his forehead, recalling what had happened. He was back in Lormford City—his hometown! The day before, he had bid farewell to his mentor, Remy Franklin, and returned alone. He had arrived in Lormford City at night and decided to book a hotel suite near the airport to spend the night, intending to go home the next day. Timothy felt bored at night, so he went to a bar for a drink. After that, he got heavily intoxicated. The last thing he remembered was a stunningly beautiful woman coming to his booth drunkenly and toasting him. The haze in his mind cleared instantly. He looked again at the beautiful woman lying beside him with a complicated expression. She was the woman from last night. Timothy cursed and felt like slapping himself silly. He had descended the mountain to get married. Remy had six candidates lined up for him, and he had to choose one of the six to be his wife. Timothy returned with great anticipation and joy. He hadn't foreseen that something like this would happen. A thought crossed his mind, and Timothy quickly lifted the blanket and looked at the bedsheet. On the pristinely white sheets, there was a glaring dark crimson spot. Timothy's hand froze, and his heart sank further. This was the last thing he wanted. Timothy felt overwhelmed and smiled bitterly. What should he do now? While he wallowed in distress, the woman turned over. Upon getting a clear view of her face, Timothy couldn't help but hold his breath. She was so beautiful that she could make any man submit to her! Timothy had seen his fair share of women, but none had ever made him think they were the epitome of beauty. This woman was the first. She frowned slightly in her sleep, seemingly having an unpleasant dream. Perhaps feeling insecure, she hugged herself. In doing so, her perfect bosom was strategically pressed together for Timothy's eyes to feast on. He gulped hard at this breathtaking sight. The sound of his swallowing could be heard clearly in the extremely quiet room. Mavis Jefferson stirred upon sensing the slight movements next to her. She opened her beautiful doe eyes with a hint of confusion. The first thing she saw was the white and plain ceiling. Then, she saw a somewhat roguish yet handsome face. Timothy and Mavis locked eyes. The atmosphere in the room became palpable. After three seconds of silence, Timothy looked at Mavis with a lopsided grin and said, "Hey, pretty lady. You have great knockers." "Ah!" A loud scream disrupted the silence in the room. Mavis sat up right away, wrapping the blanket around her. She shrank into the corner of the bed and stared at Timothy in horror. "Who are you? How did you get here?" "I should be the one asking those questions. This is my room," Timothy shot back. Mavis was stunned to hear that. Subsequently, a look of confusion appeared on her pretty face. She glanced around, and her face fell slightly—this wasn't her room. Her heart sank. She wondered if she had entered the wrong room in a drunk stupor last night. Almost instinctively, Mavis lifted the blanket and looked underneath it. When she saw that she was stark naked and noticed the trace of blood on the bedsheet, she froze. She looked at Timothy with teary, reddened eyes. In a trembling voice, she asked, "You… Did we have sleep?" Timothy lit a cigarette and smiled. "Are you questioning my ability or your own looks? You climbed into my bed. And when a man and woman are alone in a room, on a bed… You know what happens. I wouldn't be a man if I didn't sleep with you." With tears brimming in her eyes, Mavis threw a pillow at Timothy in despair. "You beast!" "Hey, why are you cursing me? You were the one who got drunk and entered the wrong room. It's not like I forced you—" "Shut up!" Mavis' voice sharply rose by an octave. Her tears fell, sliding down her beautiful face. She felt wronged, angry, and sad. More than anything, she regretted her impulsive actions. She had been too obsessed with finding the genius doctor who could cure her grandfather, Arlo Jefferson, to no avail. If she hadn't been incredibly upset about her fruitless search, she wouldn't have gotten so wasted. And if she hadn't gotten wasted, she wouldn't have been tainted by such a man. Mavis bit her lip as her tears continued to stream down her cheeks. She was the kind of young woman who had everything—good looks and an elite family background. Everyone in Lormford City knew who she was. Many young and talented men admired and pursued her. If they all lined up, the line would stretch for miles. Even so, she didn't fancy any of them. She was waiting for that man. Mavis had held on to her virginity for over 20 years, but this carefree man popped her cherry so thoughtlessly. The more she thought about it, the more upset she became. Her tears just wouldn't stop. She looked at Timothy again. Upon seeing his unshaven face and his cheap, wrinkled clothes, she fell into despair. She scolded herself for letting a lowly man like him have her first time. Timothy exhaled a puff of smoke and said languidly, "Alright, don't be too sad. I'm set to marry someone, but I can still take responsibility for you." "Take responsibility?" Mavis wiped her tears and said coolly, "What makes you think you can take responsibility for me? How are you capable of that?" Timothy stared at her and said seriously, "I have money and power. I have everything you'd ever want." "Not only are you a ruffian who dresses poorly, but you're also one who likes to talk big. You're the type of man that I hate the most!" Mavis retorted mockingly as if she'd heard the biggest joke. Her eyes were full of scorn. "I'm serious—" "Enough! I don't want to hear any more nonsense from you!" Mavis took out three bundles of cash from her bag on the bedside table and threw them at Timothy coldly. "Now, we're even. Please don't bother me anymore." Timothy looked at the three bundles of cash and grimaced. "What do you mean by this?" "Nothing. Consider it as payment." "Do I look like someone who would need three thousand dollars?" Mavis glanced at the cheap clothes Timothy was wearing. "Yes." Without another word, she got up and got dressed. After she was done, she stood by the bed and glared at Timothy silently. Her eyes were filled with hatred that was mixed with a hint of sadness. After a while, she took a deep breath and turned toward the door without looking back. As she reached the door, Timothy spoke up. "I can really take responsibility for last night." Mavis paused and stood still. Chapter 2 However, Mavis only paused for a second before she continued walking out. She said coldly, "There's no need. We're not from the same world." As her words fell, she was gone. Silence quickly enveloped the room. Timothy narrowed his eyes at the three bundles of cash in front of him. After taking the last puff of his cigarette, he couldn't help but laugh. He found it absurd that Mavis had looked down on him. As the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force in Efral, he had thousands of soldiers under his command. Furthermore, he possessed insane medical skills that most people would find unbelievable. Even the Spectral Healer, who was revered throughout Efral, was the least capable of his twelve apprentices. As for his wealth, he wasn't sure how much money he had. His assets across Efral probably totaled up to trillions of dollars. Countless women pursued him. A few days ago, even Efral's Four Greatest Families wanted him to take their granddaughters as his lovers. However, despite his wealth, power, medical skills, and influence, a woman looked down on him and underestimated his worth that day. Not only that, she threw three thousand dollars at him disdainfully. Timothy touched the tip of his nose, feeling amused. Mavis' cold and contemptuous look replayed in his mind again. The next moment, he decided to let it go and not dwell on it. Relationships come and go. There was no point feeling troubled about it unnecessarily. Besides, he still had six potential marriage candidates to meet. Just as he was thinking this, his phone rang. He answered it and heard a respectful voice from a middle-aged man coming through the other end. "Chief, I'm waiting at the entrance of the hotel you're staying in. If you need anything, just say the word." Timothy scratched his head. "Are you from the Sechydra Chamber of Commerce?" "Yes, I am Zack Larson, the president of the Lormford City branch of the Sechydra Chamber of Commerce. I heard from Mr. Franklin that you returned to Lormford City last night, so I came over to wait for you," Zack answered. Timothy said listlessly, "Got it. I'll be down soon." "Alright!" Downstairs, at the entrance to the hotel lobby, a middle-aged man in black hung up the phone. He was Zack Larson, the richest man in Lormford City and the president of the Lormford Chamber of Commerce. The moment he hung up, everyone from the 30 Rolls-Royce cars behind him got out and lined up respectfully. Despite being one of the most influential people in Lormford City, Zack didn't put on airs. Instead, he appeared respectful and nervous. It was because the person he was about to greet was like a god to him. Just then, Mavis walked out of the hotel carrying a messenger bag. Her stunning beauty wasn't the least bit diminished, even though she looked pale and tired. Upon seeing the scene in front of the hotel, she was shocked. She did a double take as she recognized Zack. Of course, with her current status, she wasn't acquainted with him. Nevertheless, she knew who he was since he was the richest man in Lormford City. Mavis was astonished to see Zack standing at the entrance with so many men and cars, seemingly waiting for someone. Who could that person be? A bodyguard wearing a black suit approached her and said, "Please leave. We're clearing out Sterling Hotel for today." Mavis was stunned and asked curiously, "Are you waiting for someone?" "Yes." "Who are you waiting for?" "We cannot disclose this information. Please leave quickly," said the bodyguard sternly. Mavis bit her lip and glanced at the hotel entrance. She wanted to stay and see, but the bodyguard's steely gaze effectively chased her away. Ever so perceptive, she knew that people of this status were not someone she could see just because she wanted to. Left with no choice, she walked toward the parking lot. As she got into her car, her phone rang. Mavis answered and heard her father's panicked voice. "Mavis, why didn't you come home last night? Where are you now?" Patrick Jefferson asked. Mavis bit her lip and fell silent for a moment. She then composed herself and said, "I had to take care of some matters at the company, so I didn't come back." "Hurry home. We received news that the man you're engaged to has returned to Lormford City today," Patrick said. Mavis was startled by the news. "He's back?" "Yes, come back and get yourself freshened up. We're going to meet him. Also, have you managed to find any information about Dr. Luther's whereabouts?" Mavis was crestfallen by the question. "No, Dad. Dr. Luther is said to be an apprentice of the Spectral Healer. A person of his caliber is hard to find. How about we find someone else to treat Grandpa?" Patrick sighed. "I understand. Just come home first." "Okay." Mavis hung up, feeling ambivalent. She had signed a marriage agreement, which stipulated her consent to marry that man years ago. But on the night before his return, she had a one-night stand with another man. This was the most ridiculous turn of events! Mavis sighed and looked into the rearview mirror, hoping to see the man Zack had held in such high regard. Just then, Timothy walked out of the hotel wearing cheap, wrinkled clothes and looking unkempt. Mavis' face darkened at the sight of him. Why did he have to appear right at that moment? "What rotten luck!" she spat and glared at Timothy in the rearview mirror. She instantly lost interest and no longer felt like staying, so she started her car and left. With that, Mavis missed the jaw-dropping scene that unfolded next. If she had stayed a second longer, she would have witnessed something unbelievable. Zack and his entourage knelt on one knee before Timothy! With his tone full of reverence, Zack said loudly, "Greetings, Chief!" Timothy looked at them, and a smile gradually formed on his face. "Alright, there's no need for such formality. Get up." "Yes, Chief!" Zack and his men stood up respectfully. "Please get in the car." Timothy nodded and got into the Rolls-Royce in the center. Zack also got in, acting as the driver for the day. He was the richest man in Lormford City, but he was only fit to be a driver for this man. In the car, Timothy crossed his legs and said smilingly, "Who told you I was back? Was it that old man?" Zack broke into a cold sweat and replied nervously, "Chief, it was… it was Mr. Franklin who informed us. He told us to protect you. You're not angry, are you?" "Protect? Would I need his protection?" Timothy sneered, looking like he couldn't care less. But in his heart, he felt a surge of warmth at Remy's gesture. Although Remy always played tricks on him back on the mountain, he still cared about him. Timothy turned to look out the window at the bustling city. He felt a wave of nostalgia followed by a pensive emotion. The car soon arrived at the suburbs on the western side of the city. Timothy's home was located in an old neighborhood here. The convoy of Rolls-Royces immediately attracted the attention of the locals. The scene was spectacular and caused a stir. Soon, the convoy stopped at an intersection. Timothy's home was further inside, but the cars couldn't go through the narrow alley. Timothy got out and looked around. He then said to Zack, "There's no place to park here. You should go back. I'll contact you if I need anything." Zack nodded respectfully and handed over a new phone. "Chief, this is your private phone. It has my contact information. Feel free to give me any orders." Timothy took the phone and said, "Good job. I'll keep it." Zack was overjoyed and responded excitedly, "Thank you, Chief!" Timothy smiled and walked toward the intersection. With that, Zack and his convoy left. As Timothy walked along the familiar path, a sense of familiarity overwhelmed him. Three years had passed since he last came home. How were his parents? How was his younger sister? He had left home without a word back then. They must have been worried sick. When he spotted his home's small courtyard from a distance, he couldn't help but quicken his pace. Chapter 3 When Timothy finally arrived at the gate, his heart skipped a beat as he looked inside. With just one glance, his expression faltered. The once quaint courtyard had become incredibly dilapidated. It was filled with piles of junk that made it look uninhabitable. As a gust of wind blew past, it added to the desolation. Timothy rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing. How could this have happened? Was this really his home? Just then, he heard the sounds of footsteps nearby. Upon turning his head, he saw an elderly couple picking up trash. Both of them were emaciated. They had white hair and faces full of wrinkles. Their clothes were dirty and tattered, covered in patches. The weight of the bag of junk on their backs bent their frail bodies. With every step, they had to stop and rest. Timothy looked at the elderly couple and felt a deep sense of pity. They were so old and still had to pick up trash for a living—it was truly pitiful. He walked up to them, intending to help. As he got closer and saw their faces clearly, he froze on the spot, feeling thunderstruck. At that moment, an indescribable emotion surged within him. His eyes welled up with tears. Unable to hold back, he said in a trembling voice, "Dad, Mom… No way. How could this be?" The elderly couple stopped and slowly lifted their heads to look at Timothy. Upon seeing him, they were so startled that they dropped the trash bags they were carrying on their backs. "T-Timothy?" "Dad, Mom, it's me! Your son!" Tears filled Timothy's eyes as he hugged his parents tightly. The two elders cried as well. They were indeed Timothy's parents—Joseph Yeager and Cora Lambert. Cora clung to Timothy, crying uncontrollably. "My son, you finally came back. I've been looking for you all these years!" Timothy let his tears fall freely. Seeing his parents in such a state filled him with sorrow. "Mom, why are you two picking up trash? I remember you both had jobs." After a while, Timothy let go of them and wiped the tears on their faces. He couldn't understand how his parents ended up in this miserable state. Joseph and Cora exchanged a look full of complicated feelings. Cora's eyes were reddened as she smiled and said, "Let's not talk about this now. Come, let's go home. You must be hungry. I'll cook for you." Timothy's heart couldn't take it, and he almost cried again. As he followed his parents into the small house, his confusion grew. When he left, their house was in good condition, and his parents had stable jobs. Why had everything become so bleak? He had also noticed faint scars on Joseph's body. What on earth had happened? After they got seated at the table, Timothy couldn't hold back anymore. He asked, "Dad, Mom, what happened these years? Why has our family come to such a sorry state?" Joseph's weathered face was full of deep wrinkles. After a moment of silence, he sighed and said, "Timothy, it was all Helen Swift's doing." Timothy was stunned. "Aunt Helen? How is that possible?" Joseph smiled bitterly. "Timothy, you should remember that a few years ago, your Uncle Greg and Aunt Helen came to borrow money to start a business." Timothy nodded. "I remember. You gave them all our savings. I think it was… 20 thousand dollars. Did they ever pay it back?" Joseph shook his head and sighed deeply. "If I had known what kind of person Helen would turn out to be, I wouldn't have lent them a cent." Timothy was puzzled. Joseph explained, "After they became successful, not only did they not repay the money, but they also tried to force us to sell our home to them. "They had heard rumors that this area would be redeveloped and could fetch a large sum of relocation compensation. Your mother and I refused, leading to a fallout with her. To retaliate, Helen made us lose our jobs." At this point, Timothy finally learned the truth behind his family's misfortune. He clenched his fists, his eyes becoming cold. "Aunt Helen is shameless! I've misjudged her." Cora said with a sigh, "Timothy, Helen is now a successful businesswoman. Don't cause trouble with her. We won't be able to compete with her." Timothy felt awfully bitter upon seeing his parents in such dire straits. He had to confront Helen! However, he didn't want his parents to worry, so he nodded and said, "I understand, Mom and Dad. Don't worry. I have a plan." Joseph and Cora looked relieved as they smiled warmly at him. Cora then asked, "Where have you been all these years? When you left without a word, your father and I were worried sick and couldn't sleep all day and night." Her eyes reddened again. They had even thought Timothy was dead. When they finally saw him again after so many years, they couldn't help but feel emotional. Timothy looked at his parents with a deep sense of guilt. "Dad, Mom, I left suddenly back then and didn't have time to tell you anything. I've spent those years on the mountain learning from my mentor. Now that I've finished my training, I'm more than capable of giving you a good life." Joseph smiled. "It's good that you're back. We don't need much. A peaceful life together is more than anything I can ever ask for." Cora added, "That's right, Timothy. You're in your 20s now. The most important thing is to find a good job and get married so that we can have grandchildren." Timothy laughed. "Mom, work can wait. The important thing now is to introduce you to your daughter-in-law." Joseph and Cora were taken aback. Cora asked in surprise, "Do you have a girlfriend?" Timothy shook his head. "No, but my mentor helped me set up a few marriage agreements with a few young women. I need to choose one of them to be my wife. They might visit soon." His parents exchanged a shocked look to learn that Timothy had not one but several marriage prospects. They felt incredibly happy. At their age, their biggest wish was to see their son get married and set up his own family. Cora hurriedly told Joseph, "Dear, hurry and clean up the courtyard. If the young ladies see all this trash, it'll give them a bad impression." Joseph immediately got up to clean the courtyard. However, Timothy held his arm to stop him. He said with a laugh, "Dad, there's no need to clean. They're eager to marry me. They won't mind." Joseph frowned and said seriously, "Timothy, we must be down to earth. Given our situation, why would anyone want to marry you? Let's clean up a bit. We may not be rich, but we can at least show some sincerity." Timothy laughed helplessly, aware that Joseph thought he was boasting. He smiled and said no more. Joseph tidied up the courtyard to the best of his abilities. However, it still looked shabby, especially with the pile of trash in the corner. Cora thought for a moment and said, "Dear, let's change into cleaner clothes. We don't want the young ladies to make any snide comments." Joseph agreed, and they went inside to change. When they emerged, Timothy felt a lump in his throat. The clothes they changed into were wrinkled and worn, albeit cleaner than the previous ones. They were faded and had small holes in the collars and cuffs. Upon noticing his gaze, Cora pulled back her sleeves a little to hide the frayed edges of the cuffs. Her face flushed slightly, and she had an awkward expression on her face. She was worried they might embarrass Timothy. But then, these were the best set of clothes she and Joseph had. She looked at Timothy and said cautiously, "We haven't bought any new clothes over the years. These are the best outfits we have. Is… Is this okay?" Timothy took in all the changes in Cora's expressions. She was his mother, yet she spoke to him with such inferiority. He felt a tingle in his nose, and his eyes stung a little. Timothy was heartbroken. Of course, he understood Cora's concern. She was worried that Timothy would think that they were a disgrace to him. Timothy looked up to force back his tears. He took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Dad, Mom, these clothes are fine. You look great." Joseph and Cora were relieved by his response, and their faces lit up with joyful smiles. They were happy as long as Timothy didn't despise them. The three of them sat in the courtyard and waited. Timothy remained calm, but his parents were nervous. Soon, his ears picked up the sounds of footsteps outside the courtyard. Finally, someone was coming. Chapter 4 At the gate of the small courtyard, several people came into view. Timothy looked over and saw that the person in front was a woman. A few men followed her closely. The woman was tall and slender, with delicate features and an outstanding bearing. She would be a standout beauty in any crowd. However, she wore an exceptionally cold expression on her pretty face. Timothy smiled lightly. It seemed Remy hadn't tricked him. She was indeed a top-notch beauty. Upon entering the courtyard, the woman stood in the center and surveyed her surroundings. Her gaze lingered on the pile of trash in the corner, and she frowned. Joseph and Cora were stunned at the sight of her. They had never expected their daughter-in-law to be so beautiful and elegant. Overjoyed and tongue-tied, Cora exclaimed, "Timothy, is this the young lady you're engaged to? She's so gorgeous! I can't believe my daughter-in-law is so stunning." Joseph was equally pleased. He added, "Good job! You've really brought honor to our family. Finding yourself such an outstanding wife is truly a blessing." Timothy laughed and said, "Dad, Mom, what did I say? I can have any pick when it comes to finding a wife." The tensed wrinkles on Cora's face smoothed out as she beamed with joy. She whispered to Joseph, "Dear, let's get a chair for her to sit on. I'll get her some water." Joseph slapped his forehead while exclaiming, "I almost forgot!" He hurried to fetch a chair while Cora set it down and handed the woman a cup of water, smiling warmly. "You must be tired from standing. Have a seat and drink some water." The woman glanced at Cora with a frigid expression and said nothing. Cora realized the young woman was reluctant to sit on the old wooden chair. She quickly bent down and meticulously wiped it with her sleeve. With a slightly embarrassed smile, she said, "I've cleaned the chair, young lady. You can sit down now." The woman looked down at the chair and then at Cora judgmentally. She then said, "I won't sit on it. It's dirty. And did you call me your daughter-in-law just now? Look at yourself. Are you even worthy?" With that, she slapped the mug from Cora's hand. It fell to the ground and smashed into pieces, spilling water everywhere. With a look of disgust, she said, "Get away from me. You're filthy!" Cora's smile froze as she stared at the broken mug on the ground. The woman then turned her icy gaze to Timothy, her voice devoid of warmth, "Are you Timothy Yeager?" Timothy's smile slowly faded. He looked at the woman and narrowed his eyes. "Yes, what about it?" The woman tossed an annulment request paper at him and said coldly, "Nothing much. I'm here to inform you that our engagement is nullified. The marriage contract is void. I, Isabelle Barton, hereby cancel our engagement." The courtyard fell into dead silence as Isabelle's words echoed in the air. Then, her icy voice broke the silence again. "I can give you five million dollars as compensation. You can collect it from my family. My only demand is that you sign this annulment paper and never mention our engagement to anyone. It's a disgrace to me!" She glanced at Timothy with disdain. She was the eldest young miss of the Barton family, one of the Six Great Families in Lomford City. Meanwhile, he was the son of an elderly couple who picked up trash for a living. They were from two different worlds. How could she be his fiancée and even marry him? That was simply impossible. The annulment paper lay at Timothy's feet. He looked down at the dirtied paper and frowned. An annulment paper? And did she say she was canceling their engagement? Timothy felt a deep sense of irony. This morning, he had been scorned by one woman. Now, one of his fiancées was here to break off their engagement. He felt like a clown at that moment. Joseph and Cora were completely taken aback by this development. They had eagerly awaited their daughter-in-law's first visit, but she came to annul the engagement. After a moment of silence, Cora put on a forced, subservient smile and pleaded, "Young lady, we can talk this over. There's no need to cancel the engagement. I know you come from a wealthy family that is much better than ours, but my son is honest, hardworking—" "Honest? Hardworking?" Isabelle scoffed and cut her off. "That means nothing to me. I don't care about that. What I care about is your family's worth! "Look at your house! Look at yourselves! How dare a trash-picking family dream of marrying someone from the Barton family?" With that, Isabelle rolled her eyes and glanced at Cora with a mocking smile. "How shameless! And how dare you call me your daughter-in-law! Take a look at yourselves. Disgusting!" Isabelle waved her hand in front of her nose as if repelled by a foul odor. Then, she looked at Cora with disdain. "Stay away from me. You reek all over. Your whole family are filthy beggars." Cora's face became flushed for a moment before blanching. Isabelle's words stabbed into her heart like knives. Yet, Cora didn't retaliate. Instead, she continued to smile obsequiously. She said, "You're right, young lady. I am a beggar… but… but my son Timothy is not. He's a good man who's very outstanding… Please give him a chance. Please don't annul the engagement…" As she spoke, her eyes reddened. Isabelle was beautiful and exceptional, but she looked down on them. They were holding their son back. Cora felt a deep pain as tears brimmed in her eyes. She was sad, ashamed, and aggrieved. Cora hoped Isabelle would stay and not abandon Timothy because of their poverty. No matter how much she was humiliated, it was all worth it as long as Isabelle didn't annul her engagement with Timothy. Upon seeing Cora beg without a shred of dignity, Timothy felt a pang in his heart. This was his mother! For his sake, she humbled herself so much. His gaze turned icy as he looked at Isabelle. "Who are you calling beggars?" Isabelle crossed her arms, her face full of disdain. "So what if I call you filthy beggars? Not only you, but your parents too. You're nothing but a family of filthy beggars!" Instantly, a terrifying, icy air burst forth from Timothy. What were the words to describe the exact feeling he gave off? Bloody, gloomy, cold, hollow, dark, sinful… Timothy's eyes reflected the depths of hell at that moment. "Insult my parents, and you'll pay with your life!" A fierce, sinister light flashed in Timothy's eyes as he surged forward menacingly, ready to strike! Chapter 5 Cora was terrified. She hurriedly grabbed Timothy, who was about to lash out with tears in her eyes. "Timothy, listen to me," she said. "Let's talk this out. We can't resort to violence. Exceptional young ladies like her do not come by easily. Please, we can talk this out. I'm begging you…" Timothy looked at his weeping mother, and his heart began to ache. He forcibly stopped himself. "Mom…" His voice was hoarse, filled with a torrent of emotions. He felt as if a knife was stabbed into his heart when he saw Cora behaving so pitifully. It was unbearable! Meanwhile, Isabelle felt a shiver run down her spine, and a deep-seated fear rose within her. The air Timothy had just given off had scared her. The feeling he gave off and his gaze were both beyond words. At that moment, she felt like she was a measly ant before a dragon. She had no doubt that from his gaze just now, he meant to kill her. Isabelle instinctively took two steps back. Her bodyguards immediately stepped in front of her. They all stared at Timothy icily. The courtyard was suddenly filled with a murderous tension. With her bodyguards shielding her, Isabelle regained some courage and looked at Timothy with disdain as if he were an insect. She jeered, "Hmph! How dare you filthy beggar from a trash-picking family make a move against me? Do you know what the Barton family represents in Lormford City? "I can make it so that your whole family won't survive in this city. Go ahead and try coming at me again, you worthless piece of trash!" Timothy closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again. This time, his gaze was devoid of any restraint, filled only with overwhelming rage. He looked at Isabelle and said in a cold, hoarse voice, "Years ago, my mentor made the marriage agreements on my behalf for two reasons. "Firstly, it was to undo the destined misfortune as seen from my astrological house. Secondly, it was because your families were sincere back then. So, my mentor thought I could protect your family from harm upon my return. "But now, the situation has changed. You've shown your true colors as a member of the Barton family, and you're nothing but despicable! "I gave you a chance and showed you leniency, but you not only insulted me but also my parents. You deserve death for all that you've said and done!" Isabelle smirked derisively. "So what if I insulted you? Who do you think you are to protect my family? We are one of the Six Great Families in Lormford City, and you're just a filthy beggar. I could crush you in an instant, and there's nothing you could do!" Timothy had a sinister look in his eyes. "You're hilariously clueless, aren't you? The Barton family is nothing to me." As soon as he finished speaking, Timothy moved like a gust of wind. Everyone only saw an afterimage before realizing he had somehow left the spot he was standing at a moment ago and was now right in front of the bodyguards. The bodyguards were all thrown back with a loud crash. They landed on the ground with broken limbs and coughed up blood. Isabelle screamed, shocked by Timothy's terrifying fighting skills. Her face turned pale as she stared at Timothy in horror, like she was seeing a ghost. Timothy didn't stop. He stretched his neck to loosen his muscles as he walked toward her. Isabelle stumbled back, her body shivering violently, and fell to the ground. She backed away, supporting herself with her hands. The look on her face showed how terrified she was. "Y-You… Don't come any closer! If you dare touch me, the Barton family won't let you off!" she yelled fearfully. Timothy seemed not to hear her as he took steady steps toward her with a faint smile. "The Barton family? What of the Barton family?" "You—" Before she could finish, Timothy had reached her. An overwhelming sense of fear and helplessness engulfed her, and before she could react, Timothy gripped her throat and lifted her off the ground! As Isabelle stared into Timothy's bloodthirsty eyes, she was so terrified that she lost control and wet herself. Timothy slapped her hard across the face. Isabelle screamed in agony, her hair becoming disheveled, and blood trickled from her mouth. A bright red handprint appeared on one side of her face. "How dare you hit me…" "So what if I hit you?" Timothy gave her another slap. She was slapped so hard that her face seemed to become lopsided. This time, blood streamed from her nose. Her once beautiful face was now unrecognizable. Just then, Timothy smiled. However, his smile was bone-chilling and glacial. Isabelle closed her eyes in despair, genuinely terrified. Timothy shook his head and delivered one last slap. With that, Isabelle was sent flying and crashing to the ground. Cora and Joseph stood where they were, utterly stunned by the scene before them. Their faces became drained of color as realization set in. Everyone knew the Barton family in Lormford City. Yet, their son had just beaten up the young lady of this prestigious family. They shook like leaves and were at a loss for words, feeling utterly despaired at the situation. Timothy looked coldly at Isabelle, who was on the ground. "This engagement can be annulled, but not by you or your family. "It is I, Timothy Yeager, who canceled the engagement! Your family isn't worthy enough to turn down the marriage. I'm the one who called an end to this. Now, scram!" His words, filled with unparalleled arrogance, shook everyone to the core. Isabelle was still on the ground with her hair in disarray. She covered her swollen face and looked at Timothy in terror. "You dare hit me?" "As I said earlier, so what if I hit you?" Timothy replied coolly. Isabelle's heart sank as she stared at Timothy's calm expression. She felt an overwhelming wave of disbelief. What made him so confident? He had dared to hit her. Didn't he know what the Barton family represented in Lormford City? Upon looking into Timothy's eyes, Isabelle felt a shiver deep in her soul. He looked at her as if she were truly nothing but an ant to him. This was the first time she had felt such terror in her 20 or so years of being alive. Isabelle cradled her face and wanted to curse at him but ultimately swallowed her words. She stepped back and forced out a chilling statement through gritted teeth. "So what if you hit me? The engagement will still be canceled! No one will agree to marry you today. Just wait and see!" she spat. Timothy glanced at Isabelle with a frown. Suddenly, footsteps echoed from outside the courtyard. Several women entered, their voices cold and resolute as they stated their intentions. "The Thornton family annuls the engagement with this useless man today!" "The Shaw family also annuls the engagement!" "The Reed family annuls the engagement!" "The Lynde family annuls the engagement today!" Four annulment requests were thrown at Timothy simultaneously. They fluttered down and fell before his feet. The courtyard fell into a deathly silence. Cora and Joseph were so shocked that they sat on the ground, feeling weak. Timothy was stunned for a moment as he looked at the newcomers. So, they were all here to annul their engagements with him. His gaze turned icy and terrifying, and there was a chilling coldness in his eyes. They had all come on the same day at the same time to annul their engagements. Upon seeing the others arrive, Isabelle regained her courage and laughed arrogantly. "See, Timothy? This is how pathetic and insignificant you are! Did you really think I was the only one who thought you were unworthy? "Think about it, who would want to marry a man like you? With a family background like yours, you're just a joke compared to our families." Isabelle's laughter echoed in the courtyard. "Timothy, you're nothing but a clown. No one will marry you!" As her words faded, a voice suddenly came from the courtyard entrance. The voice was calm and noble, carrying a hint of pride. Everyone fell silent instantly. "Why are you so sure no one will marry him when I haven't shown up yet? Your families are thriving now. But if it weren't for Mr. Franklin's help, you wouldn't enjoy the success you have right now. You're repaying his kindness with betrayal. Aren't you ashamed? "Even though he may seem lowly, the Jefferson family is not heartless. Since the engagement was made, and if no one else will marry him… Then I, Mavis Jefferson, will marry him!" The crowd was shocked, and all eyes turned to the woman at the entrance. Timothy turned to look at her as well. His heart pounded when he laid eyes on her. 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No 2024-10-13 20:45 active 1624 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in public!👉 At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowery and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high... 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Yes 2024-10-13 19:42 active 1622 0 "What will you do to take back what's yours?" Amelia Everhart has been a maid her whole life, until she realizes she’s the long-lost heiress of the Keller family, the most powerful family in LA. However, her evil-stepsister steals her identity and her 3 brothers kick her out. Now, she’s risen up from the ashes – and she vows to take her sweet sweet revenge. WATCH_MORE http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.n ReelShort https://www.facebook.com/reelshortapp/ 305,548 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Watch more 0 play.google.com VIDEO http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.newleaf.app.android.victor 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462739389_1606831719906253_1241452304130846434_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=DhR04bRcP_0Q7kNvgGYbvqb&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AHVOyS6OF340lc-fePUvkih&oh=00_AYD_ccBz82UFOGojUxyihRE8eRTzTjHF9Aw3opMQ7kQUeg&oe=67122EAF PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 ReelShort 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-10-13 23:06 active 1625 0 Happy Saturday BFF’ers! Our countdown to #ChildrensBookWeek2024 (November 4-10) continues with 3 weeks until Halloween and we’re announcing a scary good giveaway! Details below: What are you dreaming of being for Halloween this year? Are you dressing up as a character from your favorite book? Comment your costume ideas, tag 2 friends and like this post for a chance to win 2 copies of Frank. Winners will be announced on November 4th! #NoRulesJustRead #Reading #Fun #Childrensbooks #Childhoodliteracy #Literacy #StoryTime #kidsbooks #fun #fairytales #adventure #acceptance #books #stories #story #spookyszn #Halloween #makebelieve #bff #readingtime #helpingothers #read #familytime @childrensbookcouncil @everychildareader LEARN_MORE https://www.amazon.com/s?k=james+p+bernard&crid=WE befranksfriend https://www.instagram.com/_u/befranksfriend 0 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn more 0 amazon.com IMAGE https://www.amazon.com/s?k=james+p+bernard&crid=WEVW33PB2016&sprefix=%252Caps%252C94&ref=nb_sb_ss_recent_2_0_recent 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-lga3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/453856337_1917233808725689_2706268687414942907_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=7fff4e&_nc_ohc=bhQnFbvAkYYQ7kNvgG3DSmO&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYBtGKq68Lkz1Is6bX5fm2rl7bpzLEysblx9gPz3y8GuYg&oe=67125EA8 IG_ADS_IDENTITY 1 0 0 befranksfriend 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-10-13 23:06 active 1625 0 THANKSGIVING GIVEAWAY Win two authentic items! All you have to do is: 1. Follow us @theprelovedbagshop 2. Share on your stories & Like this post 3. Tag 3 friends in the comment section The winner will be announced Wednesday October 23 2024 at 6pm through direct message. By entering this giveaway you give us the consent to post you as our winner. *Draw is open to US and Canadian residents. Our products are 100% authentic. The Preloved Bag Shop is not affiliated with the brands we sell. Product names, logos, brands, and other trademarks connected to the products belong to their respective owners. VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE http://instagram.com/theprelovedbagshop theprelovedbagshop https://www.instagram.com/_u/theprelovedbagshop 0 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Visit Instagram profile 0 instagram.com VIDEO http://instagram.com/theprelovedbagshop 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-lga3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/73157134_1004523016552591_678023277016252416_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=7fff4e&_nc_ohc=DO_ipS_Y5uAQ7kNvgGs3Ggn&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYBLBzWtceia91TLbLbIhI7d4Y4uMHVzHakOvyE3CRAhLQ&oe=67124E8E IG_ADS_IDENTITY 1 0 0 theprelovedbagshop 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-10-13 23:06 active 1625 0 Gear Up for Super Bowl 59—Enter to Win! Get the ultimate jack pads for a chance to win the ultimate football getaway. Between now and Dec.31st, every dollar you spend at RvSnapPad gets you another chance to win 2 tickets to the 2025 SUPERBOWL. Permanent jack pads = more stability, more convenience, and less hassle for your RV. And for a limited time only, SnapPads = a chance of lifetime to see Superbowl 59 in person. E SHOP_NOW https://rvsnappad.com/ RV SnapPad https://www.facebook.com/SnapPad/ 6,973 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Shop Now 0 https://rvsnappad.com/ DCO {{product.description}} https://rvsnappad.com/ 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463066958_2743315085842783_3305362858052347702_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=YNl898ULbyAQ7kNvgFLcZni&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AsM4ZtKCE5bRsIy7zzDPtAP&oh=00_AYAckvYcaMnfEM7DjcGY170UBYkqINPyQcWCIWyWX8-_FQ&oe=671255BE PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 RV SnapPad 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-10-13 23:06 active 1625 0 VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE http://instagram.com/etherealcrystal.co etherealcrystal.co https://www.instagram.com/_u/etherealcrystal.co 0 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Visit Instagram Profile 0 instagram.com CAROUSEL http://instagram.com/etherealcrystal.co 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-lga3-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/280245662_1408834369583713_7788661455363242130_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=7fff4e&_nc_ohc=Cs0LvFoUu8MQ7kNvgHqs9h_&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYD6yCZahrKJW271noLwr2CuGTfWmEVq64am6QGrAT2aDg&oe=6712822C IG_ADS_IDENTITY 1 0 0 etherealcrystal.co 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-10-13 23:06 active 1625 0 South Carolina Stingrays Giveaway | Stingray Branding 🎉GIVEAWAY EXTENDED 🎉 Want to experience the ultimate game day? Here's your chance! Enter to win 4 tickets and an exclusive Fan Tunnel Experience for our October 19th game brought to you by Stingray Branding! Don't miss out on the opportunity to cheer on the Stingrays like never before! Winner will be announced on October 16th, 2024. Enter to win now at bit.ly/3Zz7f7z LEARN_MORE https://stingraybranding.com/south-carolina-stingr South Carolina Stingrays https://www.facebook.com/SCStingraysHockey/ 45,907 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn more 0 stingraybranding.com IMAGE Win the latest tickets or merchandise contest powered by Stingray Branding, compliments of the SC Stingrays. https://stingraybranding.com/south-carolina-stingrays-contest/ 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462804461_3892023827684686_8689910540637775549_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ARtIlzEE_igQ7kNvgHsaLxj&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A4viB57obBrK3XAAMMJjLbk&oh=00_AYB8Khdv3pjTI7dh4WH5EeKt5fbjEvrSvZeuluAyayuD8Q&oe=671257AF PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 South Carolina Stingrays 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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