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No 2024-10-15 07:12 active 1633 0 😍Read the next chapters👉 Two years of marriage, and I'd never set foot in my husband Elijah's office. Today was the first time I went to his company. After all this time, why was I suddenly entrusted to deliver these important documents? Could it be possible that they’re finally learning to accept me? Taking a deep breath, I gently placed my hand on my stomach. The emptiness from losing my baby lingered, even though it had been a long time since that accident. I still felt lost and fragile, wishing for solace that never came. I missed my husband's presence, longing for a comforting word or touch. But he and his family remained distant and uninvolved, leaving me to recover on my own. Now, I was about to step into Elijah’s world — his beloved company. My heart skipped a beat as I entered Elijah's large, elegant office. The room was tastefully decorated, with rich mahogany furniture and a large sign that said Sinclair Realty Group. But what made me stop in my tracks was the sight of my husband huddled with an attractive blonde over some papers. Their shoulders were touching, their cheeks almost brushing against each other. What is going on? I thought in alarm. Suddenly, the woman whispered something in Elijah’s ear while she gently laid her perfectly manicured hands on his arm. My heart jumped. I heard a loud thud on the floor and realized I’d dropped the folder I was holding. They both looked up, startled. And that’s when my gaze locked with that of the woman. I felt a shudder creeping through my skin. Serena Foster! She used to be a classmate of ours at Fairview University. She also happened to be Elijah’s ex-girlfriend. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. So this is why my evil mother-in-law asked me to deliver this document! Morgana had probably known that Serena was here now. My husband rose from his chair, abruptly pulling away from Serena who was throwing me daggers with her eyes. “You remember Serena, right? She works here now.” I nodded, my heart leaping into my throat and my thoughts raging in a storm. They’re just colleagues, nothing else, I thought, but not with full conviction. Elijah wouldn’t cheat on me, would he? All this time, I’d remained hopeful that he could still fall in love with me. But now, with Serena in the picture, time might just be running out for us. “So why are you here?” Elijah asked, a frown creasing his brow. “Your mom asked me to deliver this,” I explained, hastily picking up the folder and handing it to him. Then narrowing my eyes at Serena, I waited for him to explain why they were working closely, or to at least introduce me as his wife. But much to my dismay, he didn’t. It felt as though my heart was being squeezed tightly, as it dawned on me that he’d never really introduced me to anyone as his wife. Ever. “Sophia, you look shaken up. Didn’t you know Elijah hired me to work here?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. “Apparently, we make a great team. Funny, I don’t recall seeing you here before.” She was purposely rubbing it in my face, and I wanted to slap that smile away from her face. She then added, “Oh, right, you don’t know anything about business. You might just mess things up.” “I take care of our home,” I said bitterly, looking down on the floor for a bit. I felt belittled, and my husband couldn’t even defend me. Serena looked at me with disbelief and laughed. Just then, Elijah said, “Next time, Sophia, just contact me and I’ll have my assistant come over.” "Fine," I murmured, my voice barely audible, wishing the ground would swallow me up. The weight of hurt and embarrassment pressed down on me, crushing my spirit. My heart thudded as I blinked back tears. He doesn't want me here. Suddenly, Elijah’s secretary came in. “Alice, please prepare coffee for the ladies,” he instructed. “Just black for Serena. No sugar.” Serena’s eyes lit up. “Hey, you remembered!” she exclaimed, obviously delighted. Elijah nodded at her. “Of course.” I watched the exchange with a sinking feeling in my heart. Serena gave me a smug look as if she was reveling in some secret victory. I couldn’t help but feel more depressed. Here was my husband, effortlessly remembering Serena's coffee preferences, yet he couldn't recall something as simple as my allergy to caffeine. “Join us, Sophia,” Serena invited with a devilish grin. “Just like how we used to hang out together in college.” I struggled to contain my emotions, not wanting to break down in front of them. “I have to go,” I managed to say, my voice slightly cracking. “I’ll see you at home.” Elijah’s expression remained unchanged, and my heart felt heavy with the realization of how little I meant to him. The way he treated me had only gotten worse after losing my baby. What did you expect? a small voice hissed in my head. He only married you because he got you to have a baby. You’re the one who keeps hoping he’ll eventually fall for you. As his assistant Connor Hayes drove me home, I thought about how my husband’s mother Morgana had begun ignoring me after I lost the baby. Then one day, she started talking to me again, only to treat me like a housemaid. I fought back tears as the heaviness in my heart escalated. My marriage was falling apart so fast that I couldn’t seem to catch up. When we pulled up the spacious driveway of the Sinclair mansion, a feeling of dread and loneliness engulfed me. I’m back in this prison. Trapped. Helpless. I want to escape this prison! I screamed in my head, glad that Morgana was nowhere to be found. Yet. Running to my room and throwing myself on my bed, sobs wracked my body. And as I cried my eyes out, I felt something with my hand that made me sit up. A small portion of a brown envelope was peeking from under the pillow. My heart tightened, and more tears filled my eyes. I knew exactly what it contained — the papers I’d prepared before. I pulled them out and stared at the title that blurred before my teary eyes. It read: Divorce Agreement. CHAPTER 2 The divorce agreement was written after I accidentally lost my baby. During that time, I couldn’t even look at Elijah’s face without thinking about our baby. The pain was unbearable, so I believed divorce was my salvation. Looking back, preparing the divorce agreement was not a mistake, now that leaving was my only option. My hands shook as I held the papers in my hand. I could hear Morgana’s voice outside. “Sophia!” she called in a sharp tone. She probably heard me come in and was now wondering where I was. Quickly, I hid the divorce agreement and washed my face in the bathroom. That’s when the door swung open. I dried my face with a towel and looked at my mother-in-law. She responded with a cold gaze. She immediately instructed me to do the housework, her tone full of disdain. As I began my chores, she stood there taunting me. “Elijah told me not to ask you to deliver things in the future,” she said with a scoff. “You can’t even be relied on for such a simple task.” Her words cut deep. “When you first came to our house carrying a baby in your belly, it was okay that you couldn't do anything,” she continued. “Then you had lost your baby and you had to spend months recovering and regaining your health. Now you can't even deliver a document, so what's the meaning for Elijah of having you as a wife?" Her words were like daggers, each one piercing my heart. And then, in a cruel twist, she added, “My son would be better off with Serena. She's prettier, smarter, and she even managed to land a job at his company! Unlike you... You can't even perform simple housework that well.” Sure enough, she already knew that Serena worked at Elijah's company. She asked me to deliver the papers today just to make a fool of me. The room felt suffocating, the burden of her words pressing down on me. I felt utterly alone, realizing that no one had ever been on my side. I clenched my fists, struggling against the wave of tears threatening to spill. Sweeping the floor became a mechanical task, a facade to hide my turmoil. The repeated humiliations and frustrations drained me of the energy to fight back or explain myself yet again. I don’t deserve this, I thought sourly. It’s time for me to escape, to save myself. With bitter tears streaming down my cheeks, I rushed to my room and grabbed the papers I’d hidden. Staring at me from the front page were the words: Divorce Agreement. I’ve had enough. Flashbacks of how Elijah and Morgana had been treating me filled my mind. Despite my efforts to be the dutiful wife and daughter-in-law, I’d always seemed invisible to them. I’ve been obedient, helpful, and hardworking… But no one cares. Not even my own husband. I’m nothing to him. He doesn’t love me and he never learned to. That’s the most painful of all. My heart tightened. His indifference cut deeper than any overt cruelty could. And now, with Serena back in the picture, their attention gravitated toward her. I felt more isolated than ever. This is the last straw! I must get out of here, or I’ll lose my sanity! That evening, I hadn’t realized I’d already fallen asleep when I heard the bedroom door open. Something made a loud, clattering noise. I quickly sat up and saw Elijah staggering toward me. He mumbled something about a dinner party as he plopped on the bed and started sliding his fingers down my bare arm. I hastily moved backward, giving him a look of disbelief. He was obviously drunk. If he wasn’t, he would have just ignored me and gone straight to bed. “Hey, playing hard to get, aren’t you?” he said in a slurred manner, his bloodshot eyes becoming more intense. Then without warning, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I didn’t have time to react, though, because he suddenly started unbuttoning my oversized nightshirt. “When did Serena start working at your company?” I asked him coldly. He shrugged, but didn’t stop what he was doing. “Not sure. Probably recruited by HR.” His lips traveled down and then his tongue followed. Finally, the last button on my sleep pajama surrendered. “Serena is such a talented addition to our team,” he remarked with admiration. As I reminisced about the scene I witnessed at the company, my husband and his ex-girlfriend Serena were closely nestled together, sharing laughter and conversation. But I couldn't muster the courage to confront her and ask her to keep her distance from him. Jealousy and pain gripped my chest. I couldn’t believe he was saying all this while undressing me! I knew then that he still had feelings for her. “You know,” he said, oblivious to my disappointment, “she's even outperforming many of the senior colleagues who've been with the company for years.” Even as we locked eyes, there was something in his gaze—a kind of infatuation—that he never seemed to exhibit when it came to me. He’s probably picturing me as her! I thought with disgust. I was so disappointed in him, and didn’t want him anywhere near me. But when I pulled away, he threw me an irritated look. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, taken aback that I was saying no to his advances unlike before. I didn’t answer. He narrowed his eyes at me. “You’ve been down in the dumps for months now! I thought you’d snap out of it, but you’ve only gotten worse. It’s depressing to even see you.” I cringed at his words, the searing pain crushing my heart. He couldn’t even see how my spirit was being shattered because of him. “Maybe it’s because of the baby we lost…” he mused. Sliding his fingers down the surface of my cheek and then my neck, he added in a drunken slur, “Why don’t we just make another baby?” I couldn’t believe my ears. I knew that whenever he was drunk, he spoke without inhibitions. He was often brutally honest in this state. Hence, he meant every word and that only showed how much he didn’t understand me or the problem we had in this marriage. My whole body was shaking as the misery and fury I’ve been keeping inside rose to the surface. He doesn’t get it. Or maybe he just doesn’t care. I was totally pissed off. And that’s when I blurted it out. “I want to divorce you.” CHAPTER 3 I could sense his mind reeling from the unexpected news. He opened his mouth as if to say something. I expected him to respond, to react, to ask questions. Anything at all! But he never said anything. My heart thumped hard as we gazed at one another — strangers who’d been forced to live together. I had tried so hard to make this marriage work even after we had lost the baby. But it takes two to succeed at this, I realized. “I want a divorce,” I repeated, keeping my voice steady. “I’m serious.” Slowly he nodded. “Yes, sure,” he answered before getting up and disappearing into the bathroom. My heart felt like it was about to explode. I pulled my open shirt around me, desperately covering myself up, as I coiled into a fetal position with my head throbbing. A tear dropped down my cheek, and I quickly brushed it away. This is it. I’m going to be free. And yet somehow, I didn’t feel that ecstatic. His reaction only confirmed my worst suspicions. Now I know the truth — he never loved me at all. He’s not even upset about the divorce! I sighed. It’s time for me to move on. The next day, after eating breakfast on my own, I mustered up all my courage and called Elijah to the study. “We should sign this,” I said without any emotion, showing him the divorce papers. He sat on the sofa across from me, looking at me quietly. His gaze always made me feel a little nervous, but today was different. I signed the papers and urged him to do the same. “Elijah, please,” I whispered, making sure my voice wouldn’t break. “Let's end this.” His face contorted in a horrible expression as he ruthlessly grabbed the agreement from me. But he didn’t sign immediately. He took a long time going over each page while I waited impatiently. Then his phone suddenly rang. I saw it light up with Serena’s name, making my heart tighten. I can’t believe this woman’s timing! But Elijah only glanced at it before returning to reviewing the papers. Perhaps he didn’t want to answer it because I was in the room with him. A myriad of emotions threatened to engulf me. I stood up and positioned myself in front of him with my arms crossed against my heart. “Why don’t you just hurry up and sign those so you can get going? Someone might be waiting for you in the office.” He glanced at me warily, then took out his pen and signed everything. With an angry grunt, he threw the papers down on the sofa and stormed out of the room. Watching him go, I was filled with overwhelming feelings — relief, frustration, anger, sadness. “I’m finally free,” I murmured to myself incredulously. While I was packing my bags in the bedroom, Morgana suddenly charged inside. In her usual bossy voice, she said, “The morning’s almost over, Sophia! Go do the laundry now.” With a sarcastic huff, I turned around to face her. “Sorry, but Elijah and I just signed a divorce agreement. I will no longer do any housework for you.” Her face reddened in anger. I could almost see steam coming out of her ears as she crossed her arms on her pit and scolded me angrily. "You married into our family for two years, no children, and now you want a divorce," she spat out bitterly. I scoffed, not bothering to respond. It doesn’t matter anymore. I can finally ignore her completely! But then, almost as quickly as her anger had surfaced, her mood changed. “You know what? It's actually quite nice,” she said, her tone almost mocking. “Elijah can finally marry someone better, like Serina. Every single day that I see you hanging your head in despair, it just makes my blood boil. Anyone would make a better wife than you!” Her words infuriated me. I wanted to slap away that haughty look on her face, but it would just be a waste of energy. I’m done here. I’m done with all this. Suddenly, memories flooded back of a time when Morgana had shown kindness, especially during my pregnancy with her grandchild. She had been caring and considerate. However, after I lost my baby, her demeanor changed drastically. She began treating me like a mere servant rather than a member of the family. I could never understand why she became so hostile all of a sudden. Sometimes I wondered if it had more to do with herself than with me. That afternoon, I went home to where I grew up. As I settled in, I felt relieved that at least I had a place I could call my own. “Luckily I hadn’t sold it,” I muttered, looking around the living room and remembering my adoptive father. This house is the only connection I have left with him. Night swept in quickly. I was worn out and exhausted. Climbing onto my old bed, I was ready to relax when I received a message from my best friend Kayla. It showed a secretly taken photo of Elijah and Serena in a club, sitting intimately close and laughing together. A chill ran down my spine as I read the angry message from Kayla: That Elijah! You have no idea what I saw! Elijah was out partying and flirting with that Serena, which he never did with you! My heart sank, anger and sadness clouded my mind as I realized he was indeed getting back together with Serena and flaunting her around. Forcing back my tears, I told Kayla: It’s over between me and Elijah. We were divorced. CHAPTER 4 “Aaarrgghh! I so hate that guy for doing this to you!” Kayla hissed. “If I had known he’d treat you like that, I wouldn’t have allowed you to even come near him during our grad celebration! And I wouldn’t have kept pushing you to hook up with him, no matter how gorgeous he was!” Being the daughter of Raven Media’s renowned CEO, Kayla Davis always hung out with high society. She saw Elijah a lot at parties since they belonged to the same circle. We also all happened to attend Fairview University where Kayla and I had majored in Interior Design. Hence, she not only knew Elijah but Serena too. “You should have seen them at the party last night!” she cried out, causing some people to give us a dirty look. Lowering her voice, she leaned forward with a repulsed look. “They didn’t even care that I was there! They were just… Aaahhh! I really couldn’t take it, so I went over there and gave them a piece of my mind. I told them they ought to be ashamed of themselves!” “Oh, wow,” I uttered in disbelief. “But it’s over now, Kayla. I’m doing my best to move on.” Kayla was still fuming. But then, she eventually smiled and leaned over to squeeze my hands. “I’m always here for you, Sophia. You know that.” “Thanks so much. I’m really grateful to have someone who really cares about me,” I responded with a fluttering heart. “Well, you’ve always had my back even in high school. So now it’s my turn to return the favor.” Kayla and I became best friends during our freshman year in high school. We came to know each other well when we first worked on an art project together. We’d hit it off at once, and the rest was history. “Anyway, I can see that Elijah never loved you and he doesn’t deserve you, Sophia,” she went on. “So what are you planning now?” “Well, I’ve been giving it some thought…” I began, suddenly feeling excited for the future. “A few weeks ago, I applied for this postgraduate program at Goldwell Institute of Art in France—” “You did not!” she interrupted me, her lips turning up into a huge grin. Suddenly, she jumped up from her seat and gave me a hug. “This will surely be your big break!” I laughed. “I haven’t been accepted yet, you know.” “Oh, but you will be!” Kayla’s enthusiasm was so contagious that I could already picture myself studying there, exploring France, and enjoying myself. But then, my mood suddenly changed again when I heard my phone ringing and saw Elijah’s name popping up on the screen. I froze up. Kayla’s eyes narrowed when she saw it too. “Go ahead and answer it. See what he has to say.” As soon as I accepted the call, I heard Elijah’s sharp tone of voice on the other end. “You filed for our divorce, and now your family wants cash from me?! Unbelievable!” “Wait, what do you mean?” “You know I’m busy in the office, then here comes your brother with another excuse for needing financial help! He had the nerve to barge into the conference room and disrupt our meeting!” Elijah railed angrily. I felt mortified and helpless. “I’ll talk to Troy.” “Good. Make sure he doesn’t come back again ever.” Then he hung up. I was so shocked that I couldn’t speak for a while. My family's constant demands for cash had reached a tipping point. No matter how many times I tried to set boundaries, they continued to use me and interrupt Elijah. It felt like I had no control over the situation, and it was greatly upsetting. “Sorry I have to go now, Kayla,” I said, bravely deciding to act immediately. She nodded in understanding and we said goodbye. I immediately rushed to the house where my adoptive mother and brother had moved to after my adoptive father Tom Bennett passed away. He’d left me the original house where he’d taken care of me like his real own child. But the rest of the inheritance had been taken by his wife and son. They’d bought a bigger house and I never heard from them again. Not until they learned of my marrying a wealthy man in the famous Sinclair clan. Brenda was certainly not pleased to hear what I had to say. “What did you say?! You divorced Elijah, the billionaire CEO of Sinclair Realty Group?!! Are you out of your mind?!!” Behind her, my brother Troy looked as if he wanted to punch the wall. “It was never going to work out,” I said, trying to maintain my composure. “Just please stop bothering him. We’ve cut our ties. You can’t ask for anything from him anymore.” “Oh, man!” Troy exclaimed with frustration. Two years ago, after I married Elijah, Brenda and Troy came back and pretended like we were a tight-knit family. At first, Elijah was kind and understanding of their needs. But when he noticed how abusive they had become, always asking for financial support, he became impatient and angry. One time, they even borrowed cash in my name and never paid it back. It had become one of the reasons why Morgana was so angry with me. “Did you fight? Maybe you can still fix it!” Brenda said, looking desperate. Troy scoffed. “When I went to his office, I saw him talking to this beautiful, sexy blonde. I’m guessing there’s a third party involved! People who don’t know better would think that woman is his wife!” CHAPTER 5 My heart felt like it would explode any time now. “It doesn’t matter,” I eventually said to Troy. “It’s none of my business now. I don’t care what he does with that woman or with whomever.” Then staring hard at him and my foster mother, I said sharply, “We’re definitely not getting back together, so the two of you should just stop going to him for anything! Just stop!” “But…” Brenda began to protest. I raised my hand to stop her. “Elijah and I are over. Besides, I’ll soon move to France and study there. And since you only contacted me again because of Elijah’s wealth, then now you won’t have any more need for me, right?” They were both shocked at my words because I had never spoken like that in the past. But it was time for me to step up and put myself first for once. “All thing that you swindled out of my ex-husband’s pocket, consider it as your payment for raising me,” I went on in a steady voice. “We don’t have to see or talk to each other ever again.” On the way home, I began to feel a migraine coming. I closed my eyes and massaged my temples as I sat in the back seat of a cab. All of this drama’s taking a toll on me, I guess. But as I neared the house, I felt increasingly queasy and unwell. I realized my health hadn’t fully recovered since the loss. “Could you please take me to the hospital?” I asked the driver, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rising nausea. He nodded and quickly changed course, navigating toward the nearest medical facility. The ride felt endless, each bump in the road exacerbating my discomfort. By the time we arrived, I could barely contain the churning in my stomach. I burst through the hospital doors, a wave of dizziness threatening to overwhelm me. My vision blurred, and I stumbled forward, nearly colliding with a figure in front of me. Before I could hit the ground, strong hands gripped my arms, steadying me. Gasping for breath, I looked up and found myself staring into the concerned eyes of a very handsome and familiar-looking man. “Are you okay? You look like you're about to faint,” he said, his brows furrowed with worry. With our eyes locked on each other, before I could even reply, a look of recognition crossed his features. “Oh, wait! It’s you. Sophia Bennett from Green Valley High, right?” I was surprised, looking at him closely. His features reminded me of someone I knew a long way back. “Uh, Daniel?” I eventually said, recalling his name. We had gone to the same high school, but he was a year older than me. “Yes, yes. Wait, let me bring you to our family doctor. You look really pale.” I felt too sick to pretend I was fine, so I just let him lead me through the corridor and into one of the clinics. He quickly introduced me to the doctor whom he seemed to know well. As the doctor greeted me, concern etched across his face, I explained how I'd been feeling. He listened attentively, nodding as I spoke. After a brief discussion, he led me to an examination room, asking Daniel to wait outside. The examination was thorough, and I appreciated the doctor's calming demeanor. Afterward, he suggested some basic tests to determine the cause of my symptoms. “How are you feeling now?” Daniel asked kindly once I sat down beside him in the waiting area. “A little better, but still kinda dizzy,” I answered honestly. “Thanks for the assistance, but it’s okay if you have somewhere to be. You’ve already done too much for me.” “Oh, it’s okay,” he said with a smile. “Unless you don’t want me here.” “It’s nothing like that, of course!” I quickly replied. “Thanks for accompanying me. It feels good to have someone to talk to while I’m here.” “Well, I’m all ears. People say I’m a good listener.” I beamed at him, his presence a comforting anchor in the sterile hospital environment. Chuckling, I said, “I don’t really know you, Daniel…” “You know my name. That’s a start.” His grin seemed to brighten up the surroundings, and I just felt immediately comfortable with him. I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity and trust wash over me. We hadn't been close in high school, but something about his calm demeanor and genuine concern made me want to open up. “I remember… Daniel Pierce…” I began, smiling. I could feel my headache and nausea diminishing. “High school jock, but a bit geeky and always at the top of the class.” He laughed. “You’ve got a good memory, Sophia Bennett. I remember you too — the smart, quiet, very talented artist whom all the boys noticed but never had the nerve to approach.” I laughed too at his astonishing description of me. “You’re joking!” “No, it’s true… Really! I’m sure you’ve managed to get yourself a very good-looking husband. Let me guess, a CEO?” He was kidding, but hitting close to home made me frown as I remembered Elijah. “Good-looking, yes. CEO, yes. But husband? Not anymore.” “Oh.” His expression changed immediately. “I’m sorry to hear that.” “You know, it's been a rough few months,” I began tentatively, twiddling my thumbs in my lap. “I'm actually going through a divorce, and my family... they keep asking for cash from my ex-husband, which just complicates things even more.” Daniel's expression shifted to one of empathy, and he nodded, encouraging me to continue. “And then I lost my baby...It's been tough, physically and emotionally. I just feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, you know?” He nodded in understanding. “I’m so sorry to hear all that, Sophia. But you seem like a really strong woman. I’m sure you can get back on your feet in no time. Usually, it helps to be in a change of environment. Have you considered that?” “Yeah, starting anew in a foreign land,” I answered, thinking about my application in France. “Hmm… sounds like a pretty bold move," Daniel remarked, his eyes reflecting admiration and amusement at the same time. “It takes courage to make such a big change.” I smiled weakly. “Actually, I've applied for graduate studies in France. It's something I've always wanted to do.” Daniel's eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really? That's incredible! I recently got accepted at the Goldwell Business School in Paris…” My jaw dropped. “What? I’m planning to go to the Goldwell Institute of Art!” He looked at me with astonishment. “What are the odds, huh? Looks like we’ll be seeing more of each other. Those institutions share practically the same campus.” I couldn't believe the coincidence, though I was still feeling down. “That’s really… something else.” “Surely you’ll get in. Where do you plan to stay in Paris?” “The Latin Quarter, of course. I’m looking at an apartment there, since it’s where most students live.” Daniel chuckled. “And it looks like we’ll be neighbors too. I think we were meant to cross paths again right now, right here.” He gave me a lopsided grin. “Who knows? Maybe we’re destined to explore France together! When you book your plane ticket, let me know. Let’s fly together. I mean, if that’s alright with you?” His offer warmed my heart, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a glimmer of hope. “Thank you, Daniel…” Suddenly, I heard my name being called by the assistant, motioning for me to come back into the clinic. “Miss Sophia Bennett?” she informed me. “Your test results are here.” CHAPTER 6 Daniel followed me into the doctor's office, providing support. The doctor smiled warmly at us, his expression giving nothing away. “Well, Sophia,” he began, his tone measured, “the results are in. Congratulations to you both.” I felt a rush of confusion and disbelief. “You’re going to be parents. Congratulations!” the doctor added. I’m… pregnant?! How could that be? My last baby had left me only months ago. Even I just signed divorce papers with Elijah, and now I'm carrying his child? The room spun around me as embarrassment flooded my cheeks. Probably because he was mistaken for the baby's father, Daniel looked surprised but did not contradict the doctor. “Other than that, you’re perfectly healthy, Sophia,” the doctor assured me. He went on to discuss some things with Daniel, but I hardly heard them talking. My heart pounded crazily, and my mind felt fuzzy. Once again, I felt like I was caught up in a weird dream. None of it was real. Daniel was quiet as we left the hospital. I didn’t know what to say either. “Let me drive you home, Sophia,” he offered once we were outside. His eyes were filled with concern for me. I was just too tired and confused to say no, so I simply nodded. He did not ask any questions, and I was glad. What am I going to do? I asked myself in silence while in the car, feeling the panic rising in my throat. This is the worst timing ever. Elijah and I just got divorced, and I’m supposed to have a whole new life ahead of me. Anxiety took over me. Everything was about to change again. If I have this baby, it won’t have a father, I thought bitterly. And how can I take care of it on my own while living in a different country where I don’t have anyone to help me? My hand moved toward my tummy. There was no baby bump yet, but knowing that there was a little one growing inside gave me chills. Suddenly, I remembered how painful it had been to lose my baby before. This is a blessing, a second chance for me to become a mother. Would I want to risk losing another baby? Slowly I began to calm down. I took deep breaths until my head began to clear. This is a miracle, I told myself. I should be grateful. As I rubbed my belly, I spoke in my mind. I’m so sorry, baby. It’s just all too sudden. But I know that I’m going to take care of you and love you with all my heart. Days flew by, bringing a welcomed calm without Elijah, Brenda, and Troy in the picture. However, internally, I remained in turmoil. Then, the news I had been eagerly awaiting arrived—I had been accepted into my dream university to study art and design once more! Despite the uncertainty of juggling studies with a baby, I couldn't let this opportunity slip away. In just a week’s time, I found myself waving goodbye to Kayla at the airport. “Call me when you get there!” she said, her eyes gleaming with tears. It was the first time we would be apart for a long time, and we were like sisters. As I settled into my seat on the airplane, bound for Paris, excitement and nervousness mingled within me. The prospect of starting a new life in a different country threatened to overwhelm my senses. The plane began its ascent, lifting off the ground. I felt a wave of panic wash over me. Beside me, Daniel sensed my unease and reached over, gently squeezing my hand. “Everything will be okay,” he reassured me. “I'm here. We'll do this together.” His words were a comforting balm to my anxious soul, and I found great comfort in his presence. As we chatted throughout the plane ride, ate together, fell asleep, and then chatted some more, I began to relax and come to terms with the situation. I can do this, I thought with more confidence. Then touching my tummy, I silently whispered, You’re my lucky charm, my baby. By the time we landed safely, Daniel and I were like old buddies. I was truly grateful that he was with me. As the cab wound through Paris, iconic landmarks flashed past—the Eiffel Tower dominating the skyline, the majestic Louvre in the distance, and quaint streets bustling with cafes and shops. Despite my worries, the beauty of the city had me momentarily elated, filling me with a sense of excitement and wonder. Beside me, Daniel seemed entranced, his eyes wide with wonder. Soon, we were unloading my bags at my new apartment. It was semi-furnished, and I was immediately drawn to the light blue walls and the inviting white sofa. But my favorite part of all was the large window that gave me a fantastic view of the busy city street below. This was it—the start of my new life in Paris. I turned to Daniel, who was looking around the apartment with a satisfied smile. “Looks like you've got yourself a nice little place here,” he remarked, glancing back at me. "Yeah, I think I'm going to like it here," I replied. Daniel chuckled. “Just remember to take it easy, okay? You've had a long journey.” I rolled my eyes. “I'm fine, Daniel. I'm not going to keel over from exhaustion.” He raised an eyebrow, and then grinned. “I'm just saying, you’ll be too heavy for me to carry if you collapse!” I threw the throw pillow at him jokingly. “Oh, shut up.” We both laughed. He added, “You need to get some beauty sleep, Sophia. I'm sure you'll want to look your best when you meet your new classmates.” “Oh, so now you're concerned about my appearance?” Daniel grinned. “Hey, a little rest never hurt anyone. And who knows, maybe you'll meet a cute French guy who'll sweep you off your feet.” I playfully nudged him. “I think I'll pass on that, thank you very much. I'm here to focus on my studies, not my love life.” He appeared pleased with that statement. “Fair enough,” he answered with a teasing smile. “But you never know what could happen. Paris is the city of love, after all.” I felt a little flutter in my heart, wondering if I could learn to look at him as more than a friend. Perhaps it's more accurate to say he's akin to a brother rather than just a friend. The assistance he's provided far exceeds anything I've received from Elijah in years. Sighing, I went over to my bags. “Come on, just help me unpack already so we can check out your apartment next.” As we were unpacking, my phone rang. I figured it was Kayla so I asked Daniel to answer it, showing him that my hands were full at the moment. “Hello?” I heard Daniel say. He put the call on speaker mode. “Who the hell is this? Where's Sophia?” a very familiar male voice demanded, his tone aggressive and impatient. My heart felt like it had just plummeted to the ground. I felt my whole body trembling when Daniel handed the phone to me. I didn't have to hold the phone to my ear to hear Elijah's furious growling, "Sophia, YOU CAN'T just walk away like this! Where the hell are you now?! Without my permission, you are not allowed to go anywh...." I pressed the button to end the call without hearing his entire words, calming my quivering heart with a big and deep breath. It's true that Elijah has never been very considerate or tender with me, but he hasn't really stepped on me rudely either. It's just that lately, he's been indifferent to me. Anyway, he'd never been as emotionally cranky as he was now. Did my leaving make him care? No, don't be silly, Sophia, he can be with Serena again now. He's free. How do you expect that he would care about you, a woman he had never loved? Daniel noticed my paradoxical anxiety. "Who is he?" Daniel inquired. But I could see in his eyes that he clearly knew the answer to that question. I sighed, "My husband. No, ex-husband." 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No 2024-10-15 06:45 active 1632 0 🔥🔥Click to read the next chapter for free👉 Two years of marriage, and I'd never set foot in my husband Elijah's office. Today was the first time I went to his company. After all this time, why was I suddenly entrusted to deliver these important documents? Could it be possible that they’re finally learning to accept me? Taking a deep breath, I gently placed my hand on my stomach. The emptiness from losing my baby lingered, even though it had been a long time since that accident. I still felt lost and fragile, wishing for solace that never came. I missed my husband's presence, longing for a comforting word or touch. But he and his family remained distant and uninvolved, leaving me to recover on my own. Now, I was about to step into Elijah’s world — his beloved company. My heart skipped a beat as I entered Elijah's large, elegant office. The room was tastefully decorated, with rich mahogany furniture and a large sign that said Sinclair Realty Group. But what made me stop in my tracks was the sight of my husband huddled with an attractive blonde over some papers. Their shoulders were touching, their cheeks almost brushing against each other. What is going on? I thought in alarm. Suddenly, the woman whispered something in Elijah’s ear while she gently laid her perfectly manicured hands on his arm. My heart jumped. I heard a loud thud on the floor and realized I’d dropped the folder I was holding. They both looked up, startled. And that’s when my gaze locked with that of the woman. I felt a shudder creeping through my skin. Serena Foster! She used to be a classmate of ours at Fairview University. She also happened to be Elijah’s ex-girlfriend. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. So this is why my evil mother-in-law asked me to deliver this document! Morgana had probably known that Serena was here now. My husband rose from his chair, abruptly pulling away from Serena who was throwing me daggers with her eyes. “You remember Serena, right? She works here now.” I nodded, my heart leaping into my throat and my thoughts raging in a storm. They’re just colleagues, nothing else, I thought, but not with full conviction. Elijah wouldn’t cheat on me, would he? All this time, I’d remained hopeful that he could still fall in love with me. But now, with Serena in the picture, time might just be running out for us. “So why are you here?” Elijah asked, a frown creasing his brow. “Your mom asked me to deliver this,” I explained, hastily picking up the folder and handing it to him. Then narrowing my eyes at Serena, I waited for him to explain why they were working closely, or to at least introduce me as his wife. But much to my dismay, he didn’t. It felt as though my heart was being squeezed tightly, as it dawned on me that he’d never really introduced me to anyone as his wife. Ever. “Sophia, you look shaken up. Didn’t you know Elijah hired me to work here?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. “Apparently, we make a great team. Funny, I don’t recall seeing you here before.” She was purposely rubbing it in my face, and I wanted to slap that smile away from her face. She then added, “Oh, right, you don’t know anything about business. You might just mess things up.” “I take care of our home,” I said bitterly, looking down on the floor for a bit. I felt belittled, and my husband couldn’t even defend me. Serena looked at me with disbelief and laughed. Just then, Elijah said, “Next time, Sophia, just contact me and I’ll have my assistant come over.” "Fine," I murmured, my voice barely audible, wishing the ground would swallow me up. The weight of hurt and embarrassment pressed down on me, crushing my spirit. My heart thudded as I blinked back tears. He doesn't want me here. Suddenly, Elijah’s secretary came in. “Alice, please prepare coffee for the ladies,” he instructed. “Just black for Serena. No sugar.” Serena’s eyes lit up. “Hey, you remembered!” she exclaimed, obviously delighted. Elijah nodded at her. “Of course.” I watched the exchange with a sinking feeling in my heart. Serena gave me a smug look as if she was reveling in some secret victory. I couldn’t help but feel more depressed. Here was my husband, effortlessly remembering Serena's coffee preferences, yet he couldn't recall something as simple as my allergy to caffeine. “Join us, Sophia,” Serena invited with a devilish grin. “Just like how we used to hang out together in college.” I struggled to contain my emotions, not wanting to break down in front of them. “I have to go,” I managed to say, my voice slightly cracking. “I’ll see you at home.” Elijah’s expression remained unchanged, and my heart felt heavy with the realization of how little I meant to him. The way he treated me had only gotten worse after losing my baby. What did you expect? a small voice hissed in my head. He only married you because he got you to have a baby. You’re the one who keeps hoping he’ll eventually fall for you. As his assistant Connor Hayes drove me home, I thought about how my husband’s mother Morgana had begun ignoring me after I lost the baby. Then one day, she started talking to me again, only to treat me like a housemaid. I fought back tears as the heaviness in my heart escalated. My marriage was falling apart so fast that I couldn’t seem to catch up. When we pulled up the spacious driveway of the Sinclair mansion, a feeling of dread and loneliness engulfed me. I’m back in this prison. Trapped. Helpless. I want to escape this prison! I screamed in my head, glad that Morgana was nowhere to be found. Yet. Running to my room and throwing myself on my bed, sobs wracked my body. And as I cried my eyes out, I felt something with my hand that made me sit up. A small portion of a brown envelope was peeking from under the pillow. My heart tightened, and more tears filled my eyes. I knew exactly what it contained — the papers I’d prepared before. I pulled them out and stared at the title that blurred before my teary eyes. It read: Divorce Agreement. CHAPTER 2 The divorce agreement was written after I accidentally lost my baby. During that time, I couldn’t even look at Elijah’s face without thinking about our baby. The pain was unbearable, so I believed divorce was my salvation. Looking back, preparing the divorce agreement was not a mistake, now that leaving was my only option. My hands shook as I held the papers in my hand. I could hear Morgana’s voice outside. “Sophia!” she called in a sharp tone. She probably heard me come in and was now wondering where I was. Quickly, I hid the divorce agreement and washed my face in the bathroom. That’s when the door swung open. I dried my face with a towel and looked at my mother-in-law. She responded with a cold gaze. She immediately instructed me to do the housework, her tone full of disdain. As I began my chores, she stood there taunting me. “Elijah told me not to ask you to deliver things in the future,” she said with a scoff. “You can’t even be relied on for such a simple task.” Her words cut deep. “When you first came to our house carrying a baby in your belly, it was okay that you couldn't do anything,” she continued. “Then you had lost your baby and you had to spend months recovering and regaining your health. Now you can't even deliver a document, so what's the meaning for Elijah of having you as a wife?" Her words were like daggers, each one piercing my heart. And then, in a cruel twist, she added, “My son would be better off with Serena. She's prettier, smarter, and she even managed to land a job at his company! Unlike you... You can't even perform simple housework that well.” Sure enough, she already knew that Serena worked at Elijah's company. She asked me to deliver the papers today just to make a fool of me. The room felt suffocating, the burden of her words pressing down on me. I felt utterly alone, realizing that no one had ever been on my side. I clenched my fists, struggling against the wave of tears threatening to spill. Sweeping the floor became a mechanical task, a facade to hide my turmoil. The repeated humiliations and frustrations drained me of the energy to fight back or explain myself yet again. I don’t deserve this, I thought sourly. It’s time for me to escape, to save myself. With bitter tears streaming down my cheeks, I rushed to my room and grabbed the papers I’d hidden. Staring at me from the front page were the words: Divorce Agreement. I’ve had enough. Flashbacks of how Elijah and Morgana had been treating me filled my mind. Despite my efforts to be the dutiful wife and daughter-in-law, I’d always seemed invisible to them. I’ve been obedient, helpful, and hardworking… But no one cares. Not even my own husband. I’m nothing to him. He doesn’t love me and he never learned to. That’s the most painful of all. My heart tightened. His indifference cut deeper than any overt cruelty could. And now, with Serena back in the picture, their attention gravitated toward her. I felt more isolated than ever. This is the last straw! I must get out of here, or I’ll lose my sanity! That evening, I hadn’t realized I’d already fallen asleep when I heard the bedroom door open. Something made a loud, clattering noise. I quickly sat up and saw Elijah staggering toward me. He mumbled something about a dinner party as he plopped on the bed and started sliding his fingers down my bare arm. I hastily moved backward, giving him a look of disbelief. He was obviously drunk. If he wasn’t, he would have just ignored me and gone straight to bed. “Hey, playing hard to get, aren’t you?” he said in a slurred manner, his bloodshot eyes becoming more intense. Then without warning, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I didn’t have time to react, though, because he suddenly started unbuttoning my oversized nightshirt. “When did Serena start working at your company?” I asked him coldly. He shrugged, but didn’t stop what he was doing. “Not sure. Probably recruited by HR.” His lips traveled down and then his tongue followed. Finally, the last button on my sleep pajama surrendered. “Serena is such a talented addition to our team,” he remarked with admiration. As I reminisced about the scene I witnessed at the company, my husband and his ex-girlfriend Serena were closely nestled together, sharing laughter and conversation. But I couldn't muster the courage to confront her and ask her to keep her distance from him. Jealousy and pain gripped my chest. I couldn’t believe he was saying all this while undressing me! I knew then that he still had feelings for her. “You know,” he said, oblivious to my disappointment, “she's even outperforming many of the senior colleagues who've been with the company for years.” Even as we locked eyes, there was something in his gaze—a kind of infatuation—that he never seemed to exhibit when it came to me. He’s probably picturing me as her! I thought with disgust. I was so disappointed in him, and didn’t want him anywhere near me. But when I pulled away, he threw me an irritated look. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, taken aback that I was saying no to his advances unlike before. I didn’t answer. He narrowed his eyes at me. “You’ve been down in the dumps for months now! I thought you’d snap out of it, but you’ve only gotten worse. It’s depressing to even see you.” I cringed at his words, the searing pain crushing my heart. He couldn’t even see how my spirit was being shattered because of him. “Maybe it’s because of the baby we lost…” he mused. Sliding his fingers down the surface of my cheek and then my neck, he added in a drunken slur, “Why don’t we just make another baby?” I couldn’t believe my ears. I knew that whenever he was drunk, he spoke without inhibitions. He was often brutally honest in this state. Hence, he meant every word and that only showed how much he didn’t understand me or the problem we had in this marriage. My whole body was shaking as the misery and fury I’ve been keeping inside rose to the surface. He doesn’t get it. Or maybe he just doesn’t care. I was totally pissed off. And that’s when I blurted it out. “I want to divorce you.” CHAPTER 3 I could sense his mind reeling from the unexpected news. He opened his mouth as if to say something. I expected him to respond, to react, to ask questions. Anything at all! But he never said anything. My heart thumped hard as we gazed at one another — strangers who’d been forced to live together. I had tried so hard to make this marriage work even after we had lost the baby. But it takes two to succeed at this, I realized. “I want a divorce,” I repeated, keeping my voice steady. “I’m serious.” Slowly he nodded. “Yes, sure,” he answered before getting up and disappearing into the bathroom. My heart felt like it was about to explode. I pulled my open shirt around me, desperately covering myself up, as I coiled into a fetal position with my head throbbing. A tear dropped down my cheek, and I quickly brushed it away. This is it. I’m going to be free. And yet somehow, I didn’t feel that ecstatic. His reaction only confirmed my worst suspicions. Now I know the truth — he never loved me at all. He’s not even upset about the divorce! I sighed. It’s time for me to move on. The next day, after eating breakfast on my own, I mustered up all my courage and called Elijah to the study. “We should sign this,” I said without any emotion, showing him the divorce papers. He sat on the sofa across from me, looking at me quietly. His gaze always made me feel a little nervous, but today was different. I signed the papers and urged him to do the same. “Elijah, please,” I whispered, making sure my voice wouldn’t break. “Let's end this.” His face contorted in a horrible expression as he ruthlessly grabbed the agreement from me. But he didn’t sign immediately. He took a long time going over each page while I waited impatiently. Then his phone suddenly rang. I saw it light up with Serena’s name, making my heart tighten. I can’t believe this woman’s timing! But Elijah only glanced at it before returning to reviewing the papers. Perhaps he didn’t want to answer it because I was in the room with him. A myriad of emotions threatened to engulf me. I stood up and positioned myself in front of him with my arms crossed against my heart. “Why don’t you just hurry up and sign those so you can get going? Someone might be waiting for you in the office.” He glanced at me warily, then took out his pen and signed everything. With an angry grunt, he threw the papers down on the sofa and stormed out of the room. Watching him go, I was filled with overwhelming feelings — relief, frustration, anger, sadness. “I’m finally free,” I murmured to myself incredulously. While I was packing my bags in the bedroom, Morgana suddenly charged inside. In her usual bossy voice, she said, “The morning’s almost over, Sophia! Go do the laundry now.” With a sarcastic huff, I turned around to face her. “Sorry, but Elijah and I just signed a divorce agreement. I will no longer do any housework for you.” Her face reddened in anger. I could almost see steam coming out of her ears as she crossed her arms on her pit and scolded me angrily. "You married into our family for two years, no children, and now you want a divorce," she spat out bitterly. I scoffed, not bothering to respond. It doesn’t matter anymore. I can finally ignore her completely! But then, almost as quickly as her anger had surfaced, her mood changed. “You know what? It's actually quite nice,” she said, her tone almost mocking. “Elijah can finally marry someone better, like Serina. Every single day that I see you hanging your head in despair, it just makes my blood boil. Anyone would make a better wife than you!” Her words infuriated me. I wanted to slap away that haughty look on her face, but it would just be a waste of energy. I’m done here. I’m done with all this. Suddenly, memories flooded back of a time when Morgana had shown kindness, especially during my pregnancy with her grandchild. She had been caring and considerate. However, after I lost my baby, her demeanor changed drastically. She began treating me like a mere servant rather than a member of the family. I could never understand why she became so hostile all of a sudden. Sometimes I wondered if it had more to do with herself than with me. That afternoon, I went home to where I grew up. As I settled in, I felt relieved that at least I had a place I could call my own. “Luckily I hadn’t sold it,” I muttered, looking around the living room and remembering my adoptive father. This house is the only connection I have left with him. Night swept in quickly. I was worn out and exhausted. Climbing onto my old bed, I was ready to relax when I received a message from my best friend Kayla. It showed a secretly taken photo of Elijah and Serena in a club, sitting intimately close and laughing together. A chill ran down my spine as I read the angry message from Kayla: That Elijah! You have no idea what I saw! Elijah was out partying and flirting with that Serena, which he never did with you! My heart sank, anger and sadness clouded my mind as I realized he was indeed getting back together with Serena and flaunting her around. Forcing back my tears, I told Kayla: It’s over between me and Elijah. We were divorced. CHAPTER 4 “Aaarrgghh! I so hate that guy for doing this to you!” Kayla hissed. “If I had known he’d treat you like that, I wouldn’t have allowed you to even come near him during our grad celebration! And I wouldn’t have kept pushing you to hook up with him, no matter how gorgeous he was!” Being the daughter of Raven Media’s renowned CEO, Kayla Davis always hung out with high society. She saw Elijah a lot at parties since they belonged to the same circle. We also all happened to attend Fairview University where Kayla and I had majored in Interior Design. Hence, she not only knew Elijah but Serena too. “You should have seen them at the party last night!” she cried out, causing some people to give us a dirty look. Lowering her voice, she leaned forward with a repulsed look. “They didn’t even care that I was there! They were just… Aaahhh! I really couldn’t take it, so I went over there and gave them a piece of my mind. I told them they ought to be ashamed of themselves!” “Oh, wow,” I uttered in disbelief. “But it’s over now, Kayla. I’m doing my best to move on.” Kayla was still fuming. But then, she eventually smiled and leaned over to squeeze my hands. “I’m always here for you, Sophia. You know that.” “Thanks so much. I’m really grateful to have someone who really cares about me,” I responded with a fluttering heart. “Well, you’ve always had my back even in high school. So now it’s my turn to return the favor.” Kayla and I became best friends during our freshman year in high school. We came to know each other well when we first worked on an art project together. We’d hit it off at once, and the rest was history. “Anyway, I can see that Elijah never loved you and he doesn’t deserve you, Sophia,” she went on. “So what are you planning now?” “Well, I’ve been giving it some thought…” I began, suddenly feeling excited for the future. “A few weeks ago, I applied for this postgraduate program at Goldwell Institute of Art in France—” “You did not!” she interrupted me, her lips turning up into a huge grin. Suddenly, she jumped up from her seat and gave me a hug. “This will surely be your big break!” I laughed. “I haven’t been accepted yet, you know.” “Oh, but you will be!” Kayla’s enthusiasm was so contagious that I could already picture myself studying there, exploring France, and enjoying myself. But then, my mood suddenly changed again when I heard my phone ringing and saw Elijah’s name popping up on the screen. I froze up. Kayla’s eyes narrowed when she saw it too. “Go ahead and answer it. See what he has to say.” As soon as I accepted the call, I heard Elijah’s sharp tone of voice on the other end. “You filed for our divorce, and now your family wants cash from me?! Unbelievable!” “Wait, what do you mean?” “You know I’m busy in the office, then here comes your brother with another excuse for needing financial help! He had the nerve to barge into the conference room and disrupt our meeting!” Elijah railed angrily. I felt mortified and helpless. “I’ll talk to Troy.” “Good. Make sure he doesn’t come back again ever.” Then he hung up. I was so shocked that I couldn’t speak for a while. My family's constant demands for cash had reached a tipping point. No matter how many times I tried to set boundaries, they continued to use me and interrupt Elijah. It felt like I had no control over the situation, and it was greatly upsetting. “Sorry I have to go now, Kayla,” I said, bravely deciding to act immediately. She nodded in understanding and we said goodbye. I immediately rushed to the house where my adoptive mother and brother had moved to after my adoptive father Tom Bennett passed away. He’d left me the original house where he’d taken care of me like his real own child. But the rest of the inheritance had been taken by his wife and son. They’d bought a bigger house and I never heard from them again. Not until they learned of my marrying a wealthy man in the famous Sinclair clan. Brenda was certainly not pleased to hear what I had to say. “What did you say?! You divorced Elijah, the billionaire CEO of Sinclair Realty Group?!! Are you out of your mind?!!” Behind her, my brother Troy looked as if he wanted to punch the wall. “It was never going to work out,” I said, trying to maintain my composure. “Just please stop bothering him. We’ve cut our ties. You can’t ask for anything from him anymore.” “Oh, man!” Troy exclaimed with frustration. Two years ago, after I married Elijah, Brenda and Troy came back and pretended like we were a tight-knit family. At first, Elijah was kind and understanding of their needs. But when he noticed how abusive they had become, always asking for financial support, he became impatient and angry. One time, they even borrowed cash in my name and never paid it back. It had become one of the reasons why Morgana was so angry with me. “Did you fight? Maybe you can still fix it!” Brenda said, looking desperate. Troy scoffed. “When I went to his office, I saw him talking to this beautiful, sexy blonde. I’m guessing there’s a third party involved! People who don’t know better would think that woman is his wife!” CHAPTER 5 My heart felt like it would explode any time now. “It doesn’t matter,” I eventually said to Troy. “It’s none of my business now. I don’t care what he does with that woman or with whomever.” Then staring hard at him and my foster mother, I said sharply, “We’re definitely not getting back together, so the two of you should just stop going to him for anything! Just stop!” “But…” Brenda began to protest. I raised my hand to stop her. “Elijah and I are over. Besides, I’ll soon move to France and study there. And since you only contacted me again because of Elijah’s wealth, then now you won’t have any more need for me, right?” They were both shocked at my words because I had never spoken like that in the past. But it was time for me to step up and put myself first for once. “All thing that you swindled out of my ex-husband’s pocket, consider it as your payment for raising me,” I went on in a steady voice. “We don’t have to see or talk to each other ever again.” On the way home, I began to feel a migraine coming. I closed my eyes and massaged my temples as I sat in the back seat of a cab. All of this drama’s taking a toll on me, I guess. But as I neared the house, I felt increasingly queasy and unwell. I realized my health hadn’t fully recovered since the loss. “Could you please take me to the hospital?” I asked the driver, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rising nausea. He nodded and quickly changed course, navigating toward the nearest medical facility. The ride felt endless, each bump in the road exacerbating my discomfort. By the time we arrived, I could barely contain the churning in my stomach. I burst through the hospital doors, a wave of dizziness threatening to overwhelm me. My vision blurred, and I stumbled forward, nearly colliding with a figure in front of me. Before I could hit the ground, strong hands gripped my arms, steadying me. Gasping for breath, I looked up and found myself staring into the concerned eyes of a very handsome and familiar-looking man. “Are you okay? You look like you're about to faint,” he said, his brows furrowed with worry. With our eyes locked on each other, before I could even reply, a look of recognition crossed his features. “Oh, wait! It’s you. Sophia Bennett from Green Valley High, right?” I was surprised, looking at him closely. His features reminded me of someone I knew a long way back. “Uh, Daniel?” I eventually said, recalling his name. We had gone to the same high school, but he was a year older than me. “Yes, yes. Wait, let me bring you to our family doctor. You look really pale.” I felt too sick to pretend I was fine, so I just let him lead me through the corridor and into one of the clinics. He quickly introduced me to the doctor whom he seemed to know well. As the doctor greeted me, concern etched across his face, I explained how I'd been feeling. He listened attentively, nodding as I spoke. After a brief discussion, he led me to an examination room, asking Daniel to wait outside. The examination was thorough, and I appreciated the doctor's calming demeanor. Afterward, he suggested some basic tests to determine the cause of my symptoms. “How are you feeling now?” Daniel asked kindly once I sat down beside him in the waiting area. “A little better, but still kinda dizzy,” I answered honestly. “Thanks for the assistance, but it’s okay if you have somewhere to be. You’ve already done too much for me.” “Oh, it’s okay,” he said with a smile. “Unless you don’t want me here.” “It’s nothing like that, of course!” I quickly replied. “Thanks for accompanying me. It feels good to have someone to talk to while I’m here.” “Well, I’m all ears. People say I’m a good listener.” I beamed at him, his presence a comforting anchor in the sterile hospital environment. Chuckling, I said, “I don’t really know you, Daniel…” “You know my name. That’s a start.” His grin seemed to brighten up the surroundings, and I just felt immediately comfortable with him. I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity and trust wash over me. We hadn't been close in high school, but something about his calm demeanor and genuine concern made me want to open up. “I remember… Daniel Pierce…” I began, smiling. I could feel my headache and nausea diminishing. “High school jock, but a bit geeky and always at the top of the class.” He laughed. “You’ve got a good memory, Sophia Bennett. I remember you too — the smart, quiet, very talented artist whom all the boys noticed but never had the nerve to approach.” I laughed too at his astonishing description of me. “You’re joking!” “No, it’s true… Really! I’m sure you’ve managed to get yourself a very good-looking husband. Let me guess, a CEO?” He was kidding, but hitting close to home made me frown as I remembered Elijah. “Good-looking, yes. CEO, yes. But husband? Not anymore.” “Oh.” His expression changed immediately. “I’m sorry to hear that.” “You know, it's been a rough few months,” I began tentatively, twiddling my thumbs in my lap. “I'm actually going through a divorce, and my family... they keep asking for cash from my ex-husband, which just complicates things even more.” Daniel's expression shifted to one of empathy, and he nodded, encouraging me to continue. “And then I lost my baby...It's been tough, physically and emotionally. I just feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, you know?” He nodded in understanding. “I’m so sorry to hear all that, Sophia. But you seem like a really strong woman. I’m sure you can get back on your feet in no time. Usually, it helps to be in a change of environment. Have you considered that?” “Yeah, starting anew in a foreign land,” I answered, thinking about my application in France. “Hmm… sounds like a pretty bold move," Daniel remarked, his eyes reflecting admiration and amusement at the same time. “It takes courage to make such a big change.” I smiled weakly. “Actually, I've applied for graduate studies in France. It's something I've always wanted to do.” Daniel's eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really? That's incredible! I recently got accepted at the Goldwell Business School in Paris…” My jaw dropped. “What? I’m planning to go to the Goldwell Institute of Art!” He looked at me with astonishment. “What are the odds, huh? Looks like we’ll be seeing more of each other. Those institutions share practically the same campus.” I couldn't believe the coincidence, though I was still feeling down. “That’s really… something else.” “Surely you’ll get in. Where do you plan to stay in Paris?” “The Latin Quarter, of course. I’m looking at an apartment there, since it’s where most students live.” Daniel chuckled. “And it looks like we’ll be neighbors too. I think we were meant to cross paths again right now, right here.” He gave me a lopsided grin. “Who knows? Maybe we’re destined to explore France together! When you book your plane ticket, let me know. Let’s fly together. I mean, if that’s alright with you?” His offer warmed my heart, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a glimmer of hope. “Thank you, Daniel…” Suddenly, I heard my name being called by the assistant, motioning for me to come back into the clinic. “Miss Sophia Bennett?” she informed me. “Your test results are here.” CHAPTER 6 Daniel followed me into the doctor's office, providing support. The doctor smiled warmly at us, his expression giving nothing away. “Well, Sophia,” he began, his tone measured, “the results are in. Congratulations to you both.” I felt a rush of confusion and disbelief. “You’re going to be parents. Congratulations!” the doctor added. I’m… pregnant?! How could that be? My last baby had left me only months ago. Even I just signed divorce papers with Elijah, and now I'm carrying his child? The room spun around me as embarrassment flooded my cheeks. Probably because he was mistaken for the baby's father, Daniel looked surprised but did not contradict the doctor. “Other than that, you’re perfectly healthy, Sophia,” the doctor assured me. He went on to discuss some things with Daniel, but I hardly heard them talking. My heart pounded crazily, and my mind felt fuzzy. Once again, I felt like I was caught up in a weird dream. None of it was real. Daniel was quiet as we left the hospital. I didn’t know what to say either. “Let me drive you home, Sophia,” he offered once we were outside. His eyes were filled with concern for me. I was just too tired and confused to say no, so I simply nodded. He did not ask any questions, and I was glad. What am I going to do? I asked myself in silence while in the car, feeling the panic rising in my throat. This is the worst timing ever. Elijah and I just got divorced, and I’m supposed to have a whole new life ahead of me. Anxiety took over me. Everything was about to change again. If I have this baby, it won’t have a father, I thought bitterly. And how can I take care of it on my own while living in a different country where I don’t have anyone to help me? My hand moved toward my tummy. There was no baby bump yet, but knowing that there was a little one growing inside gave me chills. Suddenly, I remembered how painful it had been to lose my baby before. This is a blessing, a second chance for me to become a mother. Would I want to risk losing another baby? Slowly I began to calm down. I took deep breaths until my head began to clear. This is a miracle, I told myself. I should be grateful. As I rubbed my belly, I spoke in my mind. I’m so sorry, baby. It’s just all too sudden. But I know that I’m going to take care of you and love you with all my heart. Days flew by, bringing a welcomed calm without Elijah, Brenda, and Troy in the picture. However, internally, I remained in turmoil. Then, the news I had been eagerly awaiting arrived—I had been accepted into my dream university to study art and design once more! Despite the uncertainty of juggling studies with a baby, I couldn't let this opportunity slip away. In just a week’s time, I found myself waving goodbye to Kayla at the airport. “Call me when you get there!” she said, her eyes gleaming with tears. It was the first time we would be apart for a long time, and we were like sisters. As I settled into my seat on the airplane, bound for Paris, excitement and nervousness mingled within me. The prospect of starting a new life in a different country threatened to overwhelm my senses. The plane began its ascent, lifting off the ground. I felt a wave of panic wash over me. Beside me, Daniel sensed my unease and reached over, gently squeezing my hand. “Everything will be okay,” he reassured me. “I'm here. We'll do this together.” His words were a comforting balm to my anxious soul, and I found great comfort in his presence. As we chatted throughout the plane ride, ate together, fell asleep, and then chatted some more, I began to relax and come to terms with the situation. I can do this, I thought with more confidence. Then touching my tummy, I silently whispered, You’re my lucky charm, my baby. By the time we landed safely, Daniel and I were like old buddies. I was truly grateful that he was with me. As the cab wound through Paris, iconic landmarks flashed past—the Eiffel Tower dominating the skyline, the majestic Louvre in the distance, and quaint streets bustling with cafes and shops. Despite my worries, the beauty of the city had me momentarily elated, filling me with a sense of excitement and wonder. Beside me, Daniel seemed entranced, his eyes wide with wonder. Soon, we were unloading my bags at my new apartment. It was semi-furnished, and I was immediately drawn to the light blue walls and the inviting white sofa. But my favorite part of all was the large window that gave me a fantastic view of the busy city street below. This was it—the start of my new life in Paris. I turned to Daniel, who was looking around the apartment with a satisfied smile. “Looks like you've got yourself a nice little place here,” he remarked, glancing back at me. "Yeah, I think I'm going to like it here," I replied. Daniel chuckled. “Just remember to take it easy, okay? You've had a long journey.” I rolled my eyes. “I'm fine, Daniel. I'm not going to keel over from exhaustion.” He raised an eyebrow, and then grinned. “I'm just saying, you’ll be too heavy for me to carry if you collapse!” I threw the throw pillow at him jokingly. “Oh, shut up.” We both laughed. He added, “You need to get some beauty sleep, Sophia. I'm sure you'll want to look your best when you meet your new classmates.” “Oh, so now you're concerned about my appearance?” Daniel grinned. “Hey, a little rest never hurt anyone. And who knows, maybe you'll meet a cute French guy who'll sweep you off your feet.” I playfully nudged him. “I think I'll pass on that, thank you very much. I'm here to focus on my studies, not my love life.” He appeared pleased with that statement. “Fair enough,” he answered with a teasing smile. “But you never know what could happen. Paris is the city of love, after all.” I felt a little flutter in my heart, wondering if I could learn to look at him as more than a friend. Perhaps it's more accurate to say he's akin to a brother rather than just a friend. The assistance he's provided far exceeds anything I've received from Elijah in years. Sighing, I went over to my bags. “Come on, just help me unpack already so we can check out your apartment next.” As we were unpacking, my phone rang. I figured it was Kayla so I asked Daniel to answer it, showing him that my hands were full at the moment. “Hello?” I heard Daniel say. He put the call on speaker mode. “Who the hell is this? Where's Sophia?” a very familiar male voice demanded, his tone aggressive and impatient. My heart felt like it had just plummeted to the ground. I felt my whole body trembling when Daniel handed the phone to me. I didn't have to hold the phone to my ear to hear Elijah's furious growling, "Sophia, YOU CAN'T just walk away like this! Where the hell are you now?! Without my permission, you are not allowed to go anywh...." I pressed the button to end the call without hearing his entire words, calming my quivering heart with a big and deep breath. It's true that Elijah has never been very considerate or tender with me, but he hasn't really stepped on me rudely either. It's just that lately, he's been indifferent to me. Anyway, he'd never been as emotionally cranky as he was now. Did my leaving make him care? No, don't be silly, Sophia, he can be with Serena again now. He's free. How do you expect that he would care about you, a woman he had never loved? Daniel noticed my paradoxical anxiety. "Who is he?" Daniel inquired. But I could see in his eyes that he clearly knew the answer to that question. I sighed, "My husband. No, ex-husband." 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Yes 2024-10-14 21:03 active 1628 0 Continue reading"Their Powerful Hybrid Mate",Let's observe whether the domineering president will have any... “Where do you think you are running, our little mate?” said Noah in a hushed voice. “Don’t come closer…or I-I will scream…” I can’t believe I am mating with the Alpha triplets. “Babe, were you dancing with another male?” Zack then pulled me closer to him while grabbing me by my waist. “Jeff… is my partner to the prom. I…” ‘Oh. Fvck me, plsss…mates.’ A voice inside suddengly cut me off and let out a heavy sigh. WHAT? “That’s it. We’re claiming you right now.” Noah said in a low voice while Owen was sliding his fingers on my bareback, and Zack already slipped into my skirt, brushing his knuckles against my softness. I gasped at the feeling. “I can’t be your mate. I’m not even a wolf!” I bit back my m0an and cried. Then I heard the voice again, ‘Fvck me, I am so wet. Just let them cvm inside of me.’ Who the heII is this? “We don’t care even if you’re hybrid, princess. We’re marking you.” “Take her to our room. We are going to have a really romantic night tonight. ” After that, Noah pushed me to one of his brothers, but before I could resist, Owen lifted me up… "Fine." I spat. "Be sure to pack your lunch and bring several number two pencils. You will not be permitted to leave the testing room until you are completely finished with all the testing." "I look forward to it." I said, standing to leave. "That's not all, Miss Fuller. We must also discuss the matter of detention. Every missed class has earned you an hour of detention." "How many?" I practically growled, my own alpha genes surging through my veins, threatening to level this place for their pure stupidity. "Too many for us to subject our staff to sit through with you after school. We have decided that weekend community service will be better suited for you. Four eight-hour days and we will call it even." Two full weekends. Fine. Fine. "Anything else?" I dared her. "That will be all, for now." I stormed out of the office, my grandmother hot on my heels. I could hear my grandfather grilling the teachers and principal asking them why he is just learning about this now and not sooner. I didn't stick around to hear the rest. I shoved the glass doors open to reveal my sweet freedom. I felt like I was going to explode, my hands shaking in rage. "You have some explaining to do, young lady-" "Save it, you're not my mom." I hissed and broke into a sprint, heading straight for the forest. I knew the blow landed when I didn't hear her following after me. I wasn't a fast runner by any means, especially without my wolf yet, but she didn't pursue me. I didn't know where I was going, not until I came across a cemetery and, despite my better judgment, decided to camp out there for an hour while I calmed down. What. Not a single teacher ever asked me if I was okay. They just collectively let it build up to this breaking point. I didn't even realize that I had slept through that many classes. It averaged more than one a day. I knew my sleep got worse after the battle I helped my twin brothers with, but more than one class a day? Maybe Sarah was right. Maybe I should see the pack doctor and start taking something stronger. Only when I was sure that I wasn't going to bite someone's head off did I take the long way back home, practically shuffling my way there. Unsurprisingly, when I got home, I could hear my grandparents bickering in the kitchen. "Sylvia, I think you are making too big a deal of this." "Andrew, you saw her attendance reports! You saw how many they marked as her sleeping through! She cannot go unpunished." "I just think we should hear her out first. She is a good pup. She has been through a lot. I just think we should cut her some slack." "A lot of people have been through a lot. That doesn't excuse her behavior. She is a princess for goddess sake! Should she ever decide to take up her title again, I'd like people to see her as a successful young woman and not some punk bucking the system." Okay, that was enough. Clearing my throat, I entered the kitchen, ready for round two. Their conversation halted immediately, their eyes set on me. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about sleeping through class." I began. "I've been having a lot of vivid dreams lately." Partial truth. If vivid dreams were spirits constantly waking me up at night. "How long?" My grandma asked, her arms crossing across her chest. "Since the battle," I said quietly. After summoning an unread army to help my brothers defeat a deadly being...without telling them first. A spirit, my sister, in fact, warned me what was happening and told me where to go. I didn't leave a note or call or text. I had just left in the dead of night with my grandparents' car and was led to the battlefield. I was collected later on by Queen Kelly's mate, and he apparently got me back home where I was then grounded for two months for such a stunt. I don't remember much of what happened that day, only that, ever since, I have been harassed by spirits ten times more than I ever was before. "Goddess!" My grandmother huffed. "And when were you going to tell us?" "Now..." I shrugged. "Tomorrow, right after school, I'm taking you to the clinic. We will see if the doctor can give you something, and perhaps set up an appointment with a counselor as well." "I don't need a counselor." I huffed. "That will be for the doctor to decide." She snipped, turning back to the stove to check on dinner. Special testing. Community service. Sleep meds. Counseling. Great. "Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes." My grandfather said with sympathy in his eyes. "I'm not hungry." I said, and darted upstairs to go lay down before nighttime hit, and it was all game over. Lorraine "So your parents took the teachers' side?" Sarah whispered as we walked into school together. "Not my dad, he was more on my side, but my mom was totally on their side. But they were both upset that I never said anything about having trouble sleeping." I yawned. "My mom is having me go to the clinic after school, so they can give me something to sleep better at night." No need to mention to anyone that it's because I'm being haunted and harassed by spirits at night. "Maybe once you get your wolf your sleep will even out again," Sarah said hopefully. As if I ever got good sleep to begin with. The only difference now is the frequency of their visits. Always asking me to do them favors. 'Tell my daughter I love her'. 'Tell my brother I'm still mad at him for screwing my wife'. 'Can you check on the stray cat that comes to my house every evening? He is probably hungry.'. The list goes on and on. And since I don't want to be pointed out as a freak again, I don't bother even speaking to most of the spirits except to tell them no. There are only a handful who are actually useful to me, and they are all currently in my school helping me learn. "Maybe." I yawned again. "Here, you're gonna need this more than me." Sarah said, pulling a Red Bull from her bag. "Thanks." I chuckled, cracking it open and chugging it down immediately. I just needed to make it to lunch, and then to three. I can do this. - - - - - - - - - I couldn't do it. I almost made it to lunch, but then ended up falling asleep during English, earning myself more community service time. I might not have, had I not sassed the teacher about handing in my homework, reminding her that I was being tested next week, so what was the point? I'm sure that merited a phone call home too, but really no one had anything more to say, not until I took the placement tests they had planned. How was I going to do that? I don't know. While I wanted to invite my deceased teachers along, I did feel like it was kind of cheating. But at the same time, there was no chance in hell that I was going to go to summer school or worse, repeat a grade or more. My ghostly teachers never gave me the answers, they only pointed me in the right direction. They were people to bounce ideas off of, someone to work through all the problems with like my wolf would one day. Once she came along, there would be no more need to speak with any of the spirits. I hoped. I still had a number of months, seven to be precise, until my birthday, so it wasn't like she would be able to help me tomorrow. Or next week when I will really need her. I was caught up in the thoughts of my wolf, shuffling to my locker in search of my lunch, when Sarah came crashing into me, her face filled with excitement. "The triplets!! They are on break for a few weeks! They have all come back home!!" "So?" I asked, fumbling with the lock on my locker as she grabbed my arm and jumped up and down excitedly. "So?! Come on Lorraine!! You can't be that against them! Not with how hot they all are!" "They are just people, Sarah." "I heard Noah was here at school again today! He was speaking with the coach and principal, and Greta said that she talked to Maggie, who talked to Lilly, who said that her boyfriend Jake was training with Beta Roland's son Matt, and Matt said that he overheard that Noah might be trying to get an internship here for extra credit! Eeeeek!!!" "News sure does travel fast, huh?" Noah said from behind us. Sarah practically broke her neck as she whirled around, her face a bright cherry red. "Alpha Noah." She said, bowing her head in respect and submission. "I didn't see you there." "I'm not Alpha yet." He said, his eyes locked on mine. Was he expecting me to act the same? Blush and bow at his very presence? If only he knew I outranked him in about ten different ways. "We are going to be late for lunch." I said dryly, forgoing my lunch in my still locked locker and grabbing Sarah's hand to drag her along with me. "Oh, I was actually hoping you two would join me." He smiled. "I could use a few familiar faces." "No." "Yes!" Sarah and I answered at the same time, each shooting each other daggers. "I have some studying to do, but Sarah is free." I said, pushing her forward and quickly turning to leave. "Lorraine, wait!" Noah called. But I didn't stop or even look back as I found my place in the library and spent my lunch sleeping. Again. - - - - - - - - "Now, when we get there, be sure to mention that the dreams started getting worse after your...incident. There is a doctor-patient confidentially, you know, you can tell them what happened." "Got it." I yawned. I was sitting slouched in the car, my eyes heavy as my grandma drove me to my appointment. She was being pushier than usual, effectively driving me up a wall. But perhaps my lack of sleep was giving me a shorter temper too. Either way, the ten-minute drive had me ready to claw my way out of the car. "Here we are-" "Thanks." I said, darting out of the car before she could even finish her sentence. She hated it when I did that, but I hated it when she spoke to me as if I were still a pup. Perhaps I was considered one to some still. For those who didn't know that I talked to the dead or previously raised an undead army anyway. I didn't waste any time once I got in. The receptionist took my information and gave me a packet to fill out about my medical history. Not much to say other than sleep problems, thankfully. A nurse called me back a few minutes later and took my height and weight and blood pressure. She took me into a room and asked me basically all the information I had just written down on my paperwork before leaving me to sit for a few more minutes. Everything was going just fine, until the doctor came in. It wasn't the doctor that was the problem, it was his shadow. "Good afternoon Miss Fuller, I'm Doctor Patel, but you can call me Melvin." He smiled warmly. "And I'm sure you know who this is," he said, gesturing to the second born triplet, Owen. He looked almost the same as I remembered him, his dark brown hair cut short, but styled nonetheless. But he lost the teenage pup look, and now he looks like...well, a man. Especially in those scrubs. "Owen will be running the show today, as part of his internship. We, like the hospital, are a teaching group, and encourage hands-on learning. Is that a problem?" "No." I said with a heavy sigh. "Well then, let's get started. Owen, the floor is yours." Dr. Melvin said, taking a seat in the corner of the room. Owen took a seat at the counter, placing his laptop next to the sink. He faced me, not bothering to look at his screen for a moment longer. No, instead, his full attention, and vibrant green eyes were totally set on me. "First and last name?" He asked, though I knew he already knew. Or at least he knew my cover-up last name, not my real last name. But this was part of his learning. "Lorraine Fuller." "Birthday?" "November eleventh." "Eating enough?" "Yes." I nodded. Lie. "Drinking enough?" "Yes." Also, probably a lie. "Exercise regularly?" "Only when school makes me." "Are you sexually active?" He asked with a sigh. "No." "Drugs?" "No." "Alcohol?" "No." "Smoker?" "No." "Reason for your visit?" "I just need a sleep pill." I deadpanned. "Something that will put me out at night like a horse tranquilizer might." "Anything else?" He asked, his brow raised at my crassness "Nope, just that." I said, letting the 'p' in my 'nope' pop. He nodded and took a few vitals, a serious expression on his face the entire time. He was always the more serious of the three, the more stern. But I had never seen him this...invested before. "Heart sounds good, lungs too. Thyroid is normal." He announced to the room. "Very good, what's next?" Dr Melvin coached from the sidelines. "She is up-to-date on her vaccines, overdue for a physical, and we still need to determine the reason why she thinks she needs a sleep aid." Owen said. "Very well." He nodded. "Look, I don't mean to be rude, but I can touch my toes just fine, and I'm otherwise healthy, I just can't sleep at night." "Are you refusing a physical then?" Owen asked. "Yes." I nodded. He mimicked my nod with a slow, disappointed one. And then proceeded to type up some notes in my chart, probably marking me as noncompliant, before he continued. "How long have you been having sleep problems for?" "My whole life." I said, my fingernails suddenly becoming very interesting. "But I had an...accident a few months ago, and I've been having nightmares since. They keep me up at night." I shrugged. "What kind of accident?" He frowned. "I don't want to talk about it." I said, meeting his eyes again. He stared at me for a long moment before Dr. Melvin stepped in again. "Your prognosis, Owen?" He asked. "History of sleep issues, only made worse by the accident which has resulted in possible PTSD. I would recommend her seeing a counselor to work through the trauma, which should result in better sleep. I would also write a script for a sleep aid in the meantime for the long-term issues she has been having." "I couldn't agree more." Melvin smiled. "I would also like you to follow up with us in a month for your physical and to see how the medication is working for you. If all is well, I won't need to see you back until after you get your wolf." he winked. "Thank you doctor." I smiled. "Check the pharmacy in an hour." Dr. Melvin said over his shoulder as I left the room. Finally, something good was happening. 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No 2024-10-15 03:33 active 1631 0 🎉 We’re Celebrating Big! 🎉 We’re thrilled to share that our Yeti Puff and Play Toy has won the 2024 Pet Innovation Award for Treat Dispensing Toy of the Year! ✨ This recognition celebrates our commitment to creating innovative, engaging, and high-quality products for pets. 🐾 To celebrate this incredible achievement, we’re offering a 30% OFF SALE sitewide USE CODE: WINNER30 ! Head to our press release (link in bio) for all the details, and don’t miss out-our sale ends on August 20th! #YetiPuffAndPlay #PetinnovationAward #PetToys #PetCare #DogToys #PetWellness #Giveaway #Sale VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE http://instagram.com/yetidogchew Yeti Dog Chew https://www.facebook.com/YetiDogChew/ 14,385 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Visit Instagram profile 0 instagram.com IMAGE http://instagram.com/yetidogchew 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-atl3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463075723_551259960817632_4053398071662420514_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=SUcQSYhxDqAQ7kNvgE-Nk35&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-atl3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AJarV53P267Lz8sPOgf8YF7&oh=00_AYAPj-3Aci2_Ma3ky8HoyXTVsTWc5UbmJOMHnusCtEd1tg&oe=67140E4C PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Yeti Dog Chew 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-10-15 03:33 active 1631 0 🚨 New inventory available now 🚨 Time Pursuit Watches is excited to unveil our unreleased collection tonight. The winner of our giveaway, scheduled for Sunday, November 10th at 5 pm, will also be announced. To participate, kindly like and follow our page, and comment on this post if you haven't done so previously. Please be aware that your privacy settings may prevent us from confirming your follow status. We aim to ensure a fair giveaway process and appreciate your help in spreading the word. We extend our gratitude for your continued support, which fuels our growth. Time Pursuit Watches Time Pursuit Watches https://www.facebook.com/61564680590728/ 81 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 TEXT 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463380065_1251836055847344_9064332639306623180_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=EsLAAL1BaQMQ7kNvgHKl6Xg&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AntoqxR0_WvItfK7y4-4Ucm&oh=00_AYA2RSCB_Ff44KWShEhQk9tW30GPjUZVAzwYaW15viThCA&oe=67140B20 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Time Pursuit Watches 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-10-15 03:33 active 1631 0 🎁WIN DE MYSTERY BOX🎁 Charlie’s Giftbox geeft voor het eerst iets weg voor de feestdagen, en jij kunt winnen! Wat zit er in de Mystery Box?🕵🏼‍♀️🕯️ Raden maar… HOE WIN JE? 1. Volg ons 2. Tag 2 vrienden die van Kerst houden 🎄 3. Laat in de comments weten wat er in de Mystery Box zit! Psss… Meer kans maken?? Deel dit bericht in je story en tag ons!🎁🕯️ VRIJDAG 18-10 wordt de winnaar bekend gemaakt👋🏼😘 #giveaway #winactie #winacties #likeandcomment #followandwin #christmasgiveaway #kerstdagen #kerstinspiratie #kerstcadeau #giveaways #candlegifts LEARN_MORE https://charliesgiftbox.nl/ Charliesgiftbox https://www.facebook.com/100092496057666/ 63 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn more 0 charliesgiftbox.nl IMAGE https://charliesgiftbox.nl/ 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-atl3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463348437_3920336058292323_1247791098221672173_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=J-QN8xAg2hwQ7kNvgGNyaKY&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-atl3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ASmfN5Wl4x508Trga91SoBV&oh=00_AYBCGYwiyu0fetRLijFgWrBNExvtPSTXUl7nO9FuLHqmzg&oe=67141255 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Charliesgiftbox 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-10-15 03:33 active 1631 0 Carpenter's Mortuary Spook House | Haunted Attraction | Arkansas ⭐️WIN A TICKET⭐️ to Carpenter's Mortuary Spook House in Gentry! 🧟‍♂️ The TERRIFYING 2024 season at Carpenter's Mortuary Spook House {the Haunted Attraction in Gentry, Arkansas that's Inside an Actual Mortuary} continues this weekend! And we're giving away THREE TICKETS to three brave individuals who dare to experience the horror! 💀 HOW TO ENTER - Entering for a chance to receive one of the tickets is easy! Simply comment with an answer to this question: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE STEPHEN KING BOOK OR MOVIE? (Feel free to be creative with your answer! Such as: Why is it your favorite? Is there King novel that hasn't yet been turned into a movie, but you wish it would? If there's a story that's been adapted to film several times (like 'Salem's Lot), do you have a favorite version? etc...). ☆ We would LOVE for you to let others know about our awesome attraction, but doing so is not a requirement for entering this ticket giveaway. (* WARNING: We will NOT ask you to click a link to claim a free ticket. If you see a comment like that, it's a scam!) 💀 WHEN TO ENTER - You have until 9am (cst) on Friday, October 18th to comment with your answer. 💀 WHO CAN ENTER? - Everyone is eligible to enter. However, children under 13 must be accompanied by an adult to visit the attraction. 💀 HOW WILL WINNERS BE NOTIFIED? - At 9am (cst) on Friday, October 18th, we'll pick our three favorite answers and then announce the winners shortly thereafter. 💀 HOW WILL WINNERS RECEIVE THEIR TICKETS? - The folks at our on-site Ticket Booth will have the names of the winners. Once a winner arrives, they will simply introduce themselves at the Ticket Booth; they will then be given their ticket and sent to their doom free of charge! 🎃 A winner's ticket will be good for a single visit during any one of our 2024 operating dates. * This ticket giveaway is being organized, promoted, and fulfilled by Carpenter's Mortuary Spook House. This ticket giveaway is not in any way endorsed by, sponsored by, administered by, or associated with Facebook or Meta. 💀 For all the gory details about Carpenter's Mortuary Spook House, like Tickets, Dates & Times, Location, WARNINGS, and lots more, visit our website: MortuaryStudios.com #spooktober #stephenking #Halloween LEARN_MORE http://MortuaryStudios.com/ Mortuary Studios https://www.facebook.com/MortuaryStudios/ 6,749 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn more 0 mortuarystudios.com IMAGE The old Mortuary in Gentry is now one of Northwest Arkansas' awesome haunted house attractions! ~ CARPENTER'S MORTUARY SPOOK HOUSE ~ Mortuary Studios: Funky Music/Film/Art for over 20 years. http://MortuaryStudios.com/ 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462715388_906582758202228_16814367383891479_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=mrsR7wOqMssQ7kNvgEprwBS&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A60tlPJtTsdxMyaCirkVs60&oh=00_AYC24iV_UYYK-lw_QJleWMm8NCsOTnsY9AdRPfw4S9-U1g&oe=6713EF74 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Mortuary Studios 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-10-15 03:33 active 1631 0 In Praise of Late Wonder: California Poet Laureate Lee Herrick Poetry Reading Herrick will read poems from his new book titled, In Praise of Late Wonder: New and Selected Poems (Gunpowder Press, September 2024) about his adoption from Korea related to loss, uncertainty, race dynamics, and joy. The poems explore questions of belonging, survival, and the complexities of adoption. There will be a Book Giveaway Signed by the Author after the presentation. EVENT_RSVP https://www.facebook.com/events/1255170975665830/ Kern County One Book Project https://www.facebook.com/KCLonebook/ 989 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 INTERESTED 0 In Praise of Late Wonder: California Poet Laureate Lee Herrick Poetry Reading EVENT Herrick will read poems from his new book titled, In Praise of Late Wonder: New and Selected Poems (Gunpowder Press, September 2024) about his adoption from Korea related to loss, uncertainty, race dynamics, and joy. The poems explore questions of belonging, survival, and the complexities of adoption. There will be a Book Giveaway Signed by the Author after the presentation. https://www.facebook.com/events/1255170975665830/ 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463075795_1062937188701532_2806486183106389396_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=WVHfWpXRGhIQ7kNvgFRaAMd&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-atl3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Aqwz13oN9KxtplT8vLiybhD&oh=00_AYDetdo57uCn_Bixh6VsTtB4kBbakyPXXpMrRGztjUs3uQ&oe=6713DD08 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Kern County One Book Project 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-10-15 03:33 active 1631 0 🎉 Drop Town Exotics Giveaway! Click the link below for the full list of items 🙂‍↔️ https://youtu.be/DaB3ayx5Hys We’re thrilled to announce a special giveaway for all of our amazing supporters! As a thank you for helping us grow, Drop Town Exotics is giving away some awesome prizes, including rare trading cards, collectibles, and even exotic imported snacks! 🍫✨ How to Enter: • Subscribe to the channel • Like this video on our channel • Comment your favorite item we sell (trading cards, collectibles, or snacks) and why you love it! 🐍💥 ⭐️Prizes will be announced when we hit our 1,000 first subscriber milestone, so make sure to stay tuned for updates! More subscribers = bigger prizes! 🙌 #kendallfl #miamifl #miamilocal #giveaway #youtube #channel VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE http://instagram.com/droptownexotics Drop Town Exotics https://www.facebook.com/Universitycstorekendall/ 54 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Visit Instagram profile 0 instagram.com VIDEO http://instagram.com/droptownexotics 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463107117_1243061396949745_6990134321021254809_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=m9YYRAieRuQQ7kNvgFa5SBd&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A5davphnKskQ0nm83b8I0M-&oh=00_AYDkxRQ5tq-H7r5jQQpP1xBE994Vsb1qDEAGUY2iqXD-dA&oe=6713F5CA PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Drop Town Exotics 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-10-15 03:33 active 1631 0 October giveaway 🍁 Maybe next month, I’ll do something other than a mug, but I hope you’re alright with another one for October! To enter: 🎃 follow me @breadandwineceramics 🎃 comment with either your favorite pumpkin food/drink OR your best Halloween costume idea (in case you don’t like pumpkin 🙊) 🎃 for extra entries, tag friends in separate comments If you wouldn’t mind, I really appreciate shares in Stories to help more people possibly see my small business! All of my pottery is made with my own hands. I try to do a giveaway a month and love to hear your thoughts on possible future pottery! This giveaway will end on Thursday, October 17, and I’ll announce the winner in my stories Friday morning. #giveaway #handmademug #pumpkinseason #supportsmallbusiness #etsyshop VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE http://instagram.com/breadandwineceramics Bread and Wine Ceramics https://www.facebook.com/breadandwineceramics/ 104 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Visit Instagram profile 0 instagram.com IMAGE http://instagram.com/breadandwineceramics 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462908620_1654593848604281_166625980352397582_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=4Q3w0JiaUJAQ7kNvgHlgxMq&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-atl3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AjNszyV92lF9Dq7PEpxTCMY&oh=00_AYDSDUstyexqjrhdTpl0HDy4QE8Hp24F0wqLieliBe2N5Q&oe=6713F20D PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Bread and Wine Ceramics 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-10-15 03:33 active 1631 0 Checkout - Falmouth You’re invited to an exclusive Wicked VIP Premiere Event ✨ November 23rd at 10am arrive to get your Shiz University student ID & enjoy a brunch buffet with your fellow Ozians before heading in to enjoy the new film. 💚 Each admission also includes popcorn in a souvenir pail, fountain drink, entry into our Bull Moose prize pack giveaway, door prizes, photo ops & more! This event is sure to be 🎶 POPULAR! 🩷 Get your tickets now at : https://flagshipcinemas.com/falmouth/tickets/127696000012 Wicked is rated PG - this event is open to all ages! BOOK_TRAVEL https://flagshipcinemas.com/falmouth/tickets/12769 Flagship Cinemas Falmouth https://www.facebook.com/flagshipfalmouth/ 2,678 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Book now 0 flagshipcinemas.com IMAGE Thank you for your ticket selections. The auditorium has now reached its capacity for online ticket sales. Please continue with the checkout process to reserve the seats you've selected. https://flagshipcinemas.com/falmouth/tickets/127696000012 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463140506_519165984342288_268517717002333693_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=NrDr8Gm866cQ7kNvgEUB8BP&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A6x8W5at7j5dgFlKqh5gJ5J&oh=00_AYD6Pi1FX2G87PuFouXwe3DOJa_n8Fb7txJ8yuCcgV2ezQ&oe=6713F553 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Flagship Cinemas Falmouth 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-10-15 03:33 active 1631 0 🪩Hey Ghouls, this one’s for you! 🌸👻 We have teamed up with Prairie Pieces Boutique to bring you and your gal pals an evening of disco party, snacks, drinks, giveaways, and of course shopping! 🛍️ Here at Shores we will be serving you a “Witches Brew” you will love, and all Fall and Halloween will be 40% off Saturday only! 🍃 As a bonus-Purchases from both locations gets your name in for our “Boo Basket” giveaway. ✨ Join us on Main Street for this disco party 2:00-6:00 Saturday October 19th 🪩 We can’t wait to get this party started! 🍾 @prairiepiecesboutique #shoresfloral #prairiepiecesboutique #halloweenevent #localbusiness #shoplocal #shopsmall #halloween #homedecor #homedecorstore #buisnesshelpingbuisness #localboutique #flowershop MESSAGE_PAGE Shores Floral https://www.facebook.com/shoresfloral/ 2,079 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Send message 0 IMAGE 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463435248_512570915002709_2364791609135999503_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=arVoNd0HMVcQ7kNvgFVrfAf&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AXcX40m9QBAm001fn_ay57Y&oh=00_AYDf8sKw9cNmZHfRkYSnNiZLmt2q7DPSZGHHjXNjHRl5gA&oe=6713E157 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Shores Floral 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-10-15 03:33 active 1631 0 THINK PINK GIVEAWAY October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month! Join us in the fight against breast cancer by nominating a fighter or survivor to win a #ThinkPink Package at RNR Tire Express. Visit https://www.RNRtires.com/Pink to nominate someone for a chance to win a complete set of tires, VIP Spa Day Package, and $1,000 in cash. Think Pink with RNR Tire Express, your local Tire and Wheel store! 💖🎗️ #BreastCancerAwareness #BCA #BCAGiveaway LEARN_MORE https://www.rnrtires.com/Pink RNR Tire Express https://www.facebook.com/RNRbrandon/ 597 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn more 0 rnrtires.com IMAGE THINK PINK this October! If you know someone who is a Breast Cancer Survivor / Fighter nominate them to win a complete new set of Tires, $1,000 in cash and a FULL Spa Day VIP Package courtesy of RNR Tire Express. https://www.rnrtires.com/Pink 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462852953_405374459275905_6045262542808461715_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=AvKxDmsO3pIQ7kNvgHUCKNx&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AWSe03ag-IPkGrCaEOcs12B&oh=00_AYAMcPyRHyRBxaMYgE23ROpRpDkt2pVzZeW7ru-Or-1DHw&oe=6714016C PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 RNR Tire Express 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-10-15 03:33 active 1631 0 THINK PINK GIVEAWAY October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month! Join us in the fight against breast cancer by nominating a fighter or survivor to win a #ThinkPink Package at RNR Tire Express. Visit https://www.RNRtires.com/Pink to nominate someone for a chance to win a complete set of tires, VIP Spa Day Package, and $1,000 in cash. Think Pink with RNR Tire Express, your local Tire and Wheel store! 💖🎗️ #BreastCancerAwareness #BCA #BCAGiveaway LEARN_MORE https://rnrtires.com/pink RNR Tire Express https://www.facebook.com/RNRTiresValdosta/ 248 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn more 0 rnrtires.com IMAGE THINK PINK this October! If you know someone who is a Breast Cancer Survivor / Fighter nominate them to win a complete new set of Tires, $1,000 in cash and a FULL Spa Day VIP Package courtesy of RNR Tire Express. https://rnrtires.com/pink 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462852969_515164381287762_4708198508510256770_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=xt1z3XkydJgQ7kNvgFGkO3b&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Anm2jcaIObF3aOgpjSSzJCn&oh=00_AYAIrn2iEjPPgs0EKhswmRyi7YpbdAfdie9D5Qe4gbZrdA&oe=6713FDFF PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 RNR Tire Express 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-10-15 03:33 active 1631 0 Well, well… caught up on Terrifier movies…😅 So today we’re bringing you guys a new giveaway: Terrifier - Art The Clown (Seated) Hot Topic Scare Fair Exclusive! To enter: 1. Follow @productsagecollectibles 2. Tag two friends and like this post 3. Comment your favorite Terrifier movie! Winners will be announced on Tuesday 10/22 at 10 PM EST via story! If you have placed an order recently and from now until the end of the giveaway, dm us with a screenshot of your order confirmation and you’ll get additional 50 additional entries to maximize your odds! U.S. Only. By entering, winner(s) agrees to share their giveaway prize via story or post tagging @productsagecollectibles. Please only enter if you agree to do this. Best of luck to y’all! . . . . . . . . #terrifier #arttheclown #artclown #terrifier2 #terrifier3 #gohanbeast #supersaiyangohanbeast #songohan #dragonballfunkopops #originalfunko #funkopopvinyl #funkocollector #funkopop #animefunkopops #scarefair #naruto #demonslayer #funko #funkofamily #funkofunatic #funkochase #hottopic #dragonballsuperfunko #samuraibrook #fundays2024 #goldroger #terrifierfunko #funkograils #funkofunatic VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE http://instagram.com/productsagecollectibles Product Sage Collectibles https://www.facebook.com/productsagecollectibles/ 901 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Visit Instagram profile 0 instagram.com IMAGE http://instagram.com/productsagecollectibles 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463118087_911208927563609_4429254923621808586_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=RSRAanA4IAsQ7kNvgEoHEuf&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A0Q1UPdT48isePnbJx7uuXb&oh=00_AYAlnvTSm-KXxRlJQaMTGkg3VQMWhK41yXxSNfhFN2p0Ww&oe=6713FBDD PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Product Sage Collectibles 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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