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2,572,568	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2571748}'	Yes	2024-12-02 20:12	active	1952	Read more FREE chapters👉	This wasn’t the first time I received photos of Owen cheating on me. The blonde hair and slender build of the woman kissing him reminded me of my best friend Josie. Could it be…? No, she would never do that to me! With trembling fingers, I dropped my phone. How could my husband cheat on me?! I thought I was the most important person in his life. After 7 horrible years at the orphanage, I was adopted by Owen’s family. I saved Owen's life when we were young. His family was so grateful that they took me in. How could Owen betray me after everything we went through?! We grew up together and were always inseparable. We fell in love and got married when we were 22 years old. I can’t believe that was almost 3 years ago now. But Owen had been acting very strange lately. These photos seemed to explain why… I had to confront him. “Owen?” I called out. “Owen, where are you?” He didn't answer. He must be upstairs. I walked up the stairs and heard him talking to his friend Simon on the phone. As I was about to knock on the door, I overheard: “No, I don’t think I love her anymore.” His words gave me icy chills. “You should be happy, Simon. I know you like Noah. If we get a divorce, you can have her.” Owen continued. “He said...what?” I couldn’t believe my ears and cried in my heart, “How dare he talk about me like that? I wasn't just some object he could give away! ” Hearing Owen’s frivolous talk with his friend, I felt sick. I grew up with him and got married for so many years. But he recently acted like a stranger. Did he have a new love? Why did he treat me in such a cruel way?! I was almost to open the door to question him, but suddenly I hesitated, “Question him and then what? Do I want divorce? No, I don’t think so. Anyway, I have to calm down. At least I need to have a talk with him first. I need to know what happened to our marriage.” So, I quietly made my way back downstairs. I tried to forget about what I heard by preparing dinner. As I was dishing up our pasta, the delightful scent of italian herbs drifted through the house. I heard Owen come downstairs. “Just in time for your dinner, hun!” I said, trying to sound normal. But he was wearing his coat and gelled hair. He looked handsome as ever and ready to leave. I could smell his aftershave - my favorite smell in the world. “Where are you going? It’s getting late and dinner is ready.” I said. “Dinner with a client. Don’t wait for me.” Owen replied and left without hesitation. I sat alone at the table, looking at the food I’d carefully prepared for him. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I listlessly turned the spaghetti round and round with my fork. I wasn’t hungry. After storing away the leftovers, I stared at the TV for a while. Nothing could get my mind off of Owen and whoever that blonde tramp was. I made my way to the bathroom. I washed my mascara stained face and looked at myself in the mirror. Why did he stop loving me? Am I not beautiful enough? Did I not do enough to make him happy? I gave my body a scrutinizing glance, suddenly seeing all the parts of me that weren’t perfect. My belly wasn’t as flat as it used to be. Maybe I should’ve had my lips done, like my friend Josie. Mine always used to be fuller than hers. But now she had the plump, luscious lips of a model. After washing up, I went to bed. Dropping my face into my pillow, I felt miserable. I tried to fall asleep, but my mind kept wandering. Where was Owen? And with who? Will he even come home tonight? At 1 am, I finally heard the key turn in the front door. From all the stumbling I could hear Owen was very drunk. I swiftly made my way downstairs to help him to the bedroom. He started kissing me and said a blurry name. I tried to identify what it was. After he repeated it many times, I was shocked. It sounded like... “Joise”! “Josie…? Were you with Josie?” I asked with panic in my voice. I helped his heavy body into bed. He grunted some words I couldn’t understand. I couldn’t believe my husband cheated on me with my best friend. I cried and pleaded with him to see that it was me, not Josie. He pushed me away. As his head hit the pillow, he started snoring right away. Looking at my husband - completely drunk - I didn’t recognize the man I knew and loved. I tried to sleep next to him. But it felt like I was lying next to a stranger. I went downstairs and sat on the sofa all night, wide eyed, thinking about what happened between us. The next morning, Owen came downstairs after a shower. I wanted to ask him how he was feeling. He must be hungover. When I got up from the couch, I felt very weak and feverish. The sleepless night must've made me sick. “Owen, are you OK?” I asked as I struggled to walk over to him. I really wanted to hug him. If only for a sense of comfort. He swept my arms away and told me to leave him alone. I was so weak and dizzy, his push made me fall. Owen was stunned for a moment. Then he said coldly, “If you’re sick, go see a doctor.” I scrambled up to my feet, and looked at him with a shocked expression. Suddenly, his phone rang. As he lifted it to his ear, the screen lit up. I could clearly see who was calling: “Josie”. Chapter 2 - Hope Noah My heart sank when Owen picked up the phone. The screen clearly said “Josie”. He answered: “Hello? Yes, of course, sir. I can take a look at those documents for you.” I couldn't believe Owen was lying to my face. He glanced at me, then quickly walked over to the kitchen. When he thought I couldn't hear him, his voice softened. He sounded so sweet. Although I couldn’t hear his words, the way he spoke to Josie reminded me of the beginning of our romance. Owen was still trying to hide his betrayal from me. He must have forgotten that he gave away his secret last night, when he called me Josie. Those pictures on my phone left no doubt. He was cheating on me, with my best friend. I leaned up against the wall. I felt weakened by my fever and this emotional rollercoaster. I stared at my husband as he came back inside the living room. He avoided my eyes. It felt as if he had become a stranger. In the past, he would’ve never let me suffer like this. “I’ll pick you up later.” Owen said, ready to go. I grabbed his hand and begged him to stay with me. “Please, don’t leave. I'm sick, Owen. I need to see a doctor. I’m too weak to be all by myself.” He was very impatient. He said he had some important business to deal with. I couldn’t help crying as I watched him leave. My husband and my best friend were betraying me, behind my back. I walked up the stairs slowly, carefully holding on to the railing. I was so weak and fragile. Bed rest was my best option right now. I really needed my husband to take care of me. When we got married, he vowed to me: “In sickness and in health, in good times and bad”. This was definitely a bad time, and he was nowhere to be seen. When I woke up from my nap, I felt even worse. In my feverish haze, I reached for my phone and tried to call Owen. I opened my recent contacts and found that Owen had not had any calls with me these days at all. I had to open the contact list to look for him, but a few minutes later I dialed out with a headache and dizziness. Almost immediately I heard: “Hello, Noah?” The voice on the phone sounded very deep. I figured Owen got a cold after his late night out. “I’m so sick, I’m so weak. I need to get to the hospital. Please, come back, please…” I pleaded, my voice weak and trembling. “I’ll be right there.” Said the voice on the phone and hung up right away. His voice sounded different from before. And his tone was a little urgent. What’s wrong? I didn’t have enough energy to think about it. At least he might still care about me. That comforted me a lot. Before long, there was a heavy knock on the door. Did Owen leave his key? I opened the door, expecting to look into Owen's gray eyes, but found Raymond's kind, hazel brown eyes instead. What was he doing here? Raymond was Owen’s uncle. He was only several years older, but very mature. He was tall, tanned and handsome. His chocolate brown hair matched his eyes. With his strong, square jaw and muscular body. I always thought Owen was one of the most attractive men I knew. It wasn't until Raymond’s appearance that I realized how dominant the handsome genes are in this family in terms of good looking. After living in Australia for most of his life, he had come back several years ago to take over his family’s business. By now, he was the most successful CEO in the city. Although all women admired him, he remained single. “Does Owen know you’re sick?” Raymond said, looking concerned. “How did you know I'm sick? Do I look that terrible?” I asked, suddenly aware that I was only wearing my little nightgown, had no make-up on and had my hair up in a messy bun. Raymond smiled. “Don't worry, Noah. I got your call earlier.” Oops, I must have pressed the number of “Owen’s Boss” instead of “Owen”. I apologized for the inconvenience. “You are a member of our family, Noah. It’s my duty to take care of you. And you are never an inconvenience to me.” Raymond said as he took me by the arm to support me. He led me to his streamlined, dark gray Mercedes to drive me to the hospital. I sat down on the cream colored leather seat. His car smelled brand new. The seat was heated, which helped warm me up, but I was still shivering. Raymond took off his suede blazer and handed it to me. His simple act of kindness made me feel warm, inside and out. “Thank you, Raymond. This means a lot to me.” I said with a relieved sigh. “Of course, Noah. Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.” He responded. He still had a slight Australian accent. He asked me what happened. I wouldn’t have shared my family’s private problems with another man who I didn’t even know very well. But at that time, I was on the very edge of a breakdown. I really needed someone to talk to. Yet when I lost two of my closest persons on the same day, my husband and my best friend, who else could I talk to? “I don’t think Owen loves me as much as before. It seems that he has some secrets with another woman, who used to be my best girlfriend. I couldn't sleep all night. I think that's what caused my fever.” I concluded. I was in tears again by the time I finished the story. “How could they do this to you? You are the best thing that's ever happened to Owen. If he can't see that, he is an even bigger idiot than I thought!” Raymond shouted out. His shocked, angry expression showed me how much he cared. “Please, don't say a word about this to Owen. I haven't confronted him yet. I need to do this myself.” I responded. We sat quietly for a while, his hand resting very close to my thigh. I felt so weak and miserable. But his presence helped. When seeing the private doctor, I tried to get out of the car but almost fell. Raymond flung an arm around me, just in time to catch me. I blushed as I looked up to him. My face was very close to his. His piercing eyes looked at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. I smelled something fresh. It might be his aftershave. I remembered Owen also used it, and I always told he that I love what he smelled. But I found Raymond’s aftershave smelled a little special. “Raymond? Noah? What are you doing?!” I suddenly heard Owen’s angry voice. Chapter 3 - Truth Noah Raymond quickly let go of me as Owen approached us. Just before taking a step back. I stumbled over to my husband. I wanted to lean on him for support, but he didn’t seem to care about me at all. All I could read on his face was anger. I tried to be strong and stand by myself, shivering with fever. “So, you’ve got a new love, huh? I saw you flirting with my uncle!” Owen spat his angry words at me. I turned pale. How could he say this to me? Especially after what he had done? I wasn’t the one who couldn’t be trusted! “Owen! How dare you talk to her like that! It’s not our family’s manner!” Raymond berated him. He was fuming with rage at the injustice. He also knew about Owen's betrayal. Owen was a little timid when Raymond got angry. Although Raymond was only 31 years old, he had become a successful CEO. He had idolized Raymond when he was a child. And now, Raymond was also his boss. Owen had recently started working at his company. Raymond’s fists were clenched and his tense muscles were visible through his buttoned up shirt. He looked like he was about to hit Owen. I didn’t want them to fight over me, so I tried to calm them both down. “Raymond, it’s okay. Owen will take me in to see a doctor. Thank you for driving me here.” I said gratefully. ‘Please, don’t say anything about Josie’, I tried to tell him mentally through the look in my eyes. He nodded slightly, as if he understood. He relaxed and his eyes softened when he looked at me. I turned back to my angry husband. I couldn’t detect any sign of trust in his eyes. I supposed he should be concerned about my health rather than the relationship between me and Raymond. “Owen, I can explain. I tried to call you, but I was so sick I accidentally dialed Raymond’s number. He brought me to see the doctor. You should be grateful to him. Without him I would still be miserable in bed, all alone.” Owen grabbed me and said, “Well, I was just on my way to come and get you. Then I saw you get out of uncle Raymond's car and ‘fall’ right into his arms.” He looked at Raymond with an arrogant smirk. “You can go back to your important job now, uncle. I’ll look after my wife.” Raymond’s eyes were cold, but he respected my wishes. He didn't object. After warning Owen that he’d better take good care of me, he got back in his car and drove off. Although I was glad I could lean on Owen, something didn't feel right. I realized I was still wearing his suede jacket. It was so soft and warm, protecting me from the cold autumn wind. When the doctor dealt with my fever, Owen didn’t want to speak to me, let alone look at me. He was engaging himself in typing on his phone. The doctor told me I shouldn't have waited much longer. My fever was so high I could have fainted. After getting examined and taking medicine for my fever, Owen drove me home. We sat next to each other in our car that held many memories. All our road trips and getaways together. Those times were over now. After an uncomfortable silence, I decided to address the elephant in the room. “Owen… What is going on? Do you still love me? Do you still regard me as your wife?” I asked. “So what? Whose wife do you want to be?” Owen hissed. I couldn't believe how horrible he was to me after what he had done. “I know you cheated on me, Owen.” I uttered with pain in my voice. “You’ve been seeing Josie, right?” Owen stopped the car with a jerk and pulled over. We sat in silence for a while as he processed my words. “What do you know, Noah?” he pressed, looking me in the eyes at last. I finally confronted him about all the things that had been weighing heavily on my heart. I explained: “Someone sent me photos of the two of you together. The first time, they didn't show your face. So I didn’t want to believe it. But in the ones I received yesterday, it was clearly you. All those nights, when you told me you had to leave town for business... You lied to me. You spent them at a hotel with another woman! Then, last night, you kissed me and called me Josie. And this morning, I saw it was her calling you. You pretended it was a client. “Owen, we have grown up together since we were kids. I always thought we knew each other the most and could trust each other. I can’t believe you would cheat me like that!” I cried, “Owen, did you fall in love with another woman... Is she my best friend Josie?!” His eyes showed a moment of doubt. Then, resolution. His mouth tightened as he clenched his jaw. Just when I thought he wouldn’t answer, Owen said: “It’s true. I love her. I love Josie.” Chapter 4 - Hurt Noah I just couldn't accept it. I loved him so much. How could he cheat on me? “Why, Owen? I thought we loved each other. I thought we would be together forever. Did I do something wrong?” I cried. Owen didn't respond. He drove us home in silence. His cruelty was too much for me to bear. I stared at the raindrops on the window. I felt more depressed than ever. That afternoon, Owen left again. I tried having some food and a nap, hoping that would help me heal. But I just couldn't fall asleep until Owen came back home in the early evening. I had to talk to him. I got out of bed and met him at the top of the stairs. “Owen, we need to talk about what happened. You can't keep going out and avoiding me.” He was obviously drunk again. All he said was, “I don’t have anything to say to you. I am moving out, Noah. I supposed our years of marriage is a mistake!” I took his hands in mine and begged him to stay and try to work it out. But he shook off my hands and pushed me away. I was standing right on the edge of the staircase. His push made me lose balance, and I tumbled down the stairs. I managed to grab onto the railing so I didn’t fall all the way down. But my head hit the wall when I tried to break my fall. I felt my forehead was bleeding. It was so painful that I couldn’t get up. I thought Owen would help me, but only heard: “You lost your footing. It’s not my fault.” There was a sudden knock on the door. Owen stumbled past me down the stairs. “Raymond? What are you doing here? Now is not a good time.” “I came to ask you what is going on. You need to give me an explanation. You haven’t … Noah?” Raymond suddenly saw me sitting on the stairs behind Owen. He pushed Owen aside and ran over to me in alarm. Seeing my messy hair and injured forehead, he instantly knew what happened between us. He punched Owen in the face. “This is how you treat your wife?! I don’t believe you. Don’t you see Noah is bleeding? Did you hurt her? What a disgusting thing you smelled! You drunk idiot!” Raymond raged at his nephew. I didn’t even have time to explain. Raymond immediately wrapped me up in his suit jacket and took me to see the doctor. “Twice in one day? That must be a record.” The doctor said wearily. I gave her a wry grin and answered, “Not by choice…” The doctor took care of my wounds. I needed a couple of stitches and had some pretty bad bruises, but I would be okay. Thankfully, I didn't break any bones. It was getting dark outside. The autumn breeze was busy blowing the leaves off the maple trees surrounding the hospital parking lot. Raymond and I made our way back to the car. Our feet rustled through the thick carpet of yellow, brown and scarlet red leaves. After my second - and hopefully last - doctor's visit of the day, we sat next to each other in silence. We were back in his beautiful Mercedes. I could get used to these comfortable, heated seats. I felt a bit embarrassed. Raymond kept on having to save me. At least this time, I was wearing clothes and make-up, and my brown hair was neatly tied in a long, wavy ponytail. “I don’t normally need so much help, you know.” I broke the ice. “I happen to be a strong, independent woman most of the time.” Raymond laughed heartily. “Jokes aside, I'm really grateful for everything you've done for me.” I continued. “Why did you come over tonight, Raymond?” “Owen hadn’t come to work at the company for days. And I wanted to speak to him about what happened this morning, with you. I tried to call him, but he never answered. I decided to come over. To see for myself what was wrong with him.” Raymond explained. “I just can’t believe what he did to you!” He continued. “If he ever does anything like that again, please tell me. I’ll teach him a lesson.” His stern face showed how much he meant it. I took a deep breath. He had a way of making me feel safe and secure. “Thank you, Raymond. I’m okay now. It was an accident. Owen didn’t push me off the stairs on purpose. He didn’t mean to hurt me.” I explained. Raymond looked a little angry, but he still carefully drove me home. “Goodbye, Raymond. Thank you again, for everything.” I said with feeling as he hugged me. “Bye, Noah. It’s been my pleasure. Please be safe. Call me if you need anything.” He said. He gently patted me on my head as comfort as if I was a little girl and got back in his car. His simple actions made me feel warm. I thanked him and walked home. I entered the house. It was quiet and dark downstairs. I walked up to our room. When I opened our bedroom door, all I could see was Owen and Josie kissing on the bed. Chapter 5 - The Necklace Noah I couldn’t believe my eyes! While the hours I was leaving, my husband was screwing with my best friend in my room! Didn’t he remember I got hurt because of him?! How ridiculous! Even though I had seen Owen and Josie’s betrayal before in photos, witnessing it in real life was way worse. It felt like a million knives stabbed me in the chest. My heart shattered. “How dare you cheat on me in our home! In our own bed, for God’s sake!” I cried out. They hadn’t heard me open the bedroom door over the romantic music that was playing. They turned around with shocked looks on their faces. If I wasn’t so devastated, it might’ve been funny. Owen's mouth had lipstick smears all over it, and Josie’s blonde hair was disheveled. They were both in their underwear. Clothes were spread out all over our bedroom floor. I tried to hold back my tears. I didn't want to show them my pain. My crying might come across as weakness. I demanded an explanation. “I don’t believe this. Owen! Did you forget I am your wife?! Josie, why did you betray me too?! I treat you as my best friend. How dare you take my husband away from me!” I insisted. Josie hid away in Owen’s arms. Owen comforted her gently, then snapped at me: “You’ve already seen us together anyway, haven't you, Noah?” “I am done with you.” He continued. “Our whole relationship was based on a lie. Josie should’ve been with me all along!” I didn’t understand. “What are you talking about, Owen?” He held up a delicate golden necklace with a tear shaped ruby that had been resting on Josie’s collarbone. “Remember this, Noah? The truth has finally come out. It was Josie who saved my life all those years ago, not you. You pretended that it was you in front of my parents. You’ve made her suffer long enough!” I was shocked. Why did Josie have my necklace? I couldn't believe her betrayal. I tried to explain to Owen that I lost that necklace before I was adopted by his family. I told him I would never lie to him. Especially about something so important. But Owen didn’t believe me. “Josie,” I cried. “How could you do this to me? Why would you steal my necklace? You know how much it means to me! We’ve been best friends since the orphanage, haven’t we? Does that mean nothing to you?” “Noah, you know this necklace has always belonged to me. I was the one who saved Owen. But you stole my life to be adopted,”Josie played innocent with me, “I should have been the one who grew up with Owen! I see you as my sister, so I never attempted to reveal your lie until Owen found this necklace in my old jewelry box several months ago.” This convinced Owen even more that I had been bullying her. He wrapped his arms around her. Over his shoulder, when he couldn’t see, Josie gave me a quick, mean smirk. I knew Josie had a mean side. She always had, even when we were kids. But so far, she had only taken it out on her boyfriends and whoever got on her bad side, not on me. I never thought she might treat me in such a mean way! I had searched everywhere but couldn't find my necklace. It turned out that she was the thief who was always around me. How could she tell such outrageous lies as if it were natural？ I left the bedroom, rushed downstairs and broke down on the couch. Oh, what a nightmare! How could I make Owen see the truth? A little later, Owen and Josie came downstairs, all dressed up again. Josie was wearing her Prada pumps and the sleek, mint green dress I gifted her for her birthday. It accentuated her long legs and slender silhouette. I had to admit, she looked beautiful. I used to dress in a simple way such as simple jeans, white blouse and sneakers. Maybe I looked less attractive compared to Josie. Owen had an arm around Josie’s waist and warned me, “You’d better stay out of our life from now on. I’ll move to another villa with Josie.” I couldn't believe it. After 3 years of marriage, he trusted her story over mine. And now he wanted nothing to do with me. We used to be happily married. Our whole lives, ever since I saved him, we had been so close. We used to laugh together, cry together, play pranks on each other… But now, everything changed, simply because of a necklace. In fact, “necklace” is just an excuse for his betrayal. I didn’t believe our years of affection couldn’t prove my heart. “Noah, my life was ruined by you. You owe me that.” Josie said. “One day you’ll both regret this. I didn’t do anything wrong.” I sobbed. As they walked out, I faintly heard Owen reply: “It’s my fault. I should have found you earlier, or you wouldn’t have suffered so much.” I could only guess at his last insult as the door closed behind them. I zoned out in front of the TV and poured myself some of Owen’s whisky. The past couple of days had been the worst of my life ever since I lost my parents. My body and mind had been through so much. I felt numb. I must have fallen asleep on the couch. The sudden loud jingle of my phone ringing woke me up. The bright midmorning sun was shining in through the large windows. Looks like I slept in late. Disoriented, I picked up my phone and saw it was Owen calling. I accepted the call and brought the phone to my ear. Before I could say a word, I heard Owen’s angry shouting: “How dare you do this to Josie! Those guys you hired? You must pay for what you have done!” Chapter 6 - Choice Noah “What?! What guys? I just woke up, Owen. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I replied to the angry voice on the phone. “More lies! I can’t believe you, Noah. You're despicable!” Owen shouted. He was so loud, I had to move the phone away from my ear. “Owen, please calm down. All I remember is you leaving with Josie last night. I fell asleep on the couch. What happened?” “Josie is in the hospital because of you. I demand that you come here right now and apologize to her!” He ended the call before I could reply. What was this about? Would my life ever go back to normal? I decided to find out what was going on. My fever was over. Although my head still hurt, the wound was healing rapidly. I took a refreshing shower and got into a pencil skirt and light blue blouse. I combed my hair and decided to wear it in natural loose waves today. After a quick breakfast, I slipped into my high heels and coat, and made my way to my car. It was a crisp sunny day. I arrived at the hospital. At least it wasn't me who needed to see the doctor this time. “Oh, it’s our ‘old friend’.” The nurse said jokingly. I smiled as she directed me to Josie’s room. As soon as I knocked on the door, Owen opened it with an enraged look on his face. “Finally! That took you long enough.” He whispered angrily. “Josie is sleeping.” He came out and gently closed the door behind him. We walked towards the chairs in the hallway. “I have no idea what happened, Owen.” I said honestly. “Can you please tell me what is going on? Some guys attacked her?” “Are you still pretending you weren't behind this? You are unbelievable.” He shook his head, then continued. “Josie was attacked by some hooligans this morning, on her way to work. She shouted out and fainted from fear. Thankfully, a police officer was nearby. He heard her scream. She has a heavy concussion from the fall. She'll have to stay here a few days to recover.” “What? That's horrible!” I replied in shock. Although I was angry with Josie, I wouldn't wish this on anyone. “Stop your act now, Noah. Those guys were arrested. They told the police someone paid them to kidnap Josie, because she broke up a marriage.” No wonder he doubted me. But I couldn’t believe the trust between us was so fragile. “Would you believe me if I swore to you it wasn't me?” I asked with a last glimmer of hope. His reply made it clear to me that there was no hope left for us: “Never again will I believe a single word you say, Noah.” I refused to apologize. I didn't have anything to do with this. If anyone needed to stand out and make an apology, it was them for what they had done to me！ On my way out, I contacted a friend who had lots of connections all over the city. I asked her to investigate the situation. I also called the office on my way home, to let them know I was still recovering from my fever and head wound. My boss was understanding. She told me to take as long as I needed. In the evening, Owen came home just as I was about to have dinner. “I didn’t prepare your dinner. I guess you would have dinner with Josie?” I said plainly. I didn’t know why he came back at this time, but I didn’t care about it anymore. He ignored my words and said, “You still don’t want to apologize, right? You have two choices, Noah. Apologize and make amends with Josie, or divorce me and get out of this house!” “Josie is the one who betrayed us both. She lied to you, Owen. She stole my necklace. She is the one who should apologize!” I argued. Owen burst out in rage and slapped me in the face. I stared at him in disbelief. I was totally disappointed. Over the past few days he had hit me, pushed me, cheated on me. He had hurt me in every way. I made up my mind. “I choose divorce.” I said coldly. “Good. My lawyer will contact you in the next morning,”Owen said ruthlessly with a wicked smile, “Oh, I’ve prepared another ‘surprise’ for you. 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2,572,647	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-02 20:12	active	1952	Read next chapter	After three secretive years of marriage, She never met her enigmatic husband. She endured it silently, but what she waited for was a divorce agreement and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She was angry, kicked the scumbag, divorced and focused on her career. ===== "The leader of the Roberts Group, Johnny Roberts, has spent a fortune reserving a luxury cruise for the famous actress Caroline Andrews." "A video of them together in Emerdon has surfaced, sparking rumors of an imminent wedding. They looked like the perfect couple." Eliana Roberts was preparing for celebrating her third wedding anniversary. In the background, the TV droned on, with gossip news filling the room. But the moment she heard those gossip news, it felt like icy water had been poured over her, because the protagonist was her husband, Johnny Roberts. However, just as Eliana was about to dial Johnny's number, her phone buzzed. It read, "I want a divorce." It was a message from Johnny. Eliana's thoughts swirled in confusion. Was Caroline the reason Johnny wanted a divorce? Had he found someone else? Instead of the warmth of a conversation, he sent her a message--a cold, impersonal sentence that ended everything. It was a bitter pill to swallow after all the love and care she had showered upon him over the years. She dialed his number, and after what felt like an eternity, Johnny finally picked up. His voice was laced with impatience. "What do you want?" "Don't you have anything to say, Johnny?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Say what?" he replied, his tone indifferent. "You're divorcing me after cheating on me. Don't you think I deserve an explanation?" "Eliana, don't be so petty. I didn't cheat on you. You know very well how you tricked me into this marriage. Three years is long enough. Don't push it. I've arranged for a driver to take you to the courthouse. I'll give you the house, and you can name your price. I'm busy, so don't call me again." With that, he hung up, leaving Eliana staring at the phone in disbelief. How had her life come to this? She felt ridiculous for waiting, for hoping. Three years ago, when Johnny had been in a car accident that confined him to a wheelchair, his girlfriend at the time had abandoned him. Eliana had stayed by his side, enduring his moods and caring for him. The doctors had declared he would never walk again, but Eliana had secretly treated him, and within half a year, he was back on his feet--a medical miracle. But the first step he took was away from her. He never returned. For two years and a half, she heard nothing from him. And now, he only had to say that he wanted out. Eliana had spent the day preparing for his return, cooking a meal she hoped would rekindle something between them. It was their anniversary, after all. She was aware that Caroline, the well-known star, was more attractive than she was back then. Her face had seemed deformed. Furthermore, she had gained weight quickly, gaining over 200 pounds. After three years of treatment, the poison had been out of her system thanks to her remarkable medical talents, and she had regained her former appearance. Her features now were striking, and she had delicate skin. She had imagined that when he saw her--no longer poisoned, no longer disfigured or overweight, but restored to her former self--he would be amazed. But now, that hope felt like a cruel joke. What was the point of it all? When she stepped outside, a car was waiting for her. "Mrs. Roberts," the driver said, opening the door. Eliana slid into the seat, and they drove to the court in silence. When she emerged, she held the divorce decree. Without hesitation, she dialed her best friend's number. "Brenna, want to go out for a drink?" Brenna Howe's voice came through the line, surprised. "Eliana, didn't you say you were busy with your anniversary? That you had to prepare something special?" "I'm divorced." Johnny received the news. He had expected Eliana to resist. He hadn't anticipated she would agree so quickly. "Is it done?" he asked curtly. "Yes. Mrs. Roberts has already finalized the divorce," the driver confirmed. "Did she take the money?" "Not a penny. Mr. Roberts, she didn't ask for anything. Are you sure you don't want to see her? It seemed like she was really looking forward to today," the driver ventured cautiously. Johnny was taken aback--Eliana hadn't taken any money? But he quickly brushed off the thought. "That's none of your concern." He ended the call and immediately dialed his secretary. "Any updates on Night?" Night, the legendary doctor whose skills were unrivaled, had disappeared from the public eye in the last three years. No one knew where she was. "Mr. Roberts, Night remains elusive. No one has seen her true face. Wherever she goes, she leaves no trace." "Keep looking. Spare no expense. I need to find her, and soon. Caroline's running out of time." "Understood, Mr. Roberts." Chapter 2 Meeting Her Ex-Husband Again Late at night, in the sultry embrace of Nightscape, the dim lights set the perfect mood. The bar hummed with life, its atmosphere heavy with a blend of music and murmured conversations. Eliana entered the booth, spotting a familiar figure already nursing a drink. She rapped her knuckles lightly on the table. "Brenna." It had been years since Eliana had married Johnny, years of silence between her and Brenna. Yet, despite the distance, Brenna had always been the one taking care of Eliana's businesses, managing her affairs like a trusted guardian. As soon as Brenna saw her, she leaped up, wrapping Eliana in a fierce hug. "Finally, you're ditching that b*tard. I've been waiting for this day forever." Brenna's voice wavered with a mix of excitement and emotion, tears nearly spilling over. When Eliana had suddenly announced her impending marriage years ago, Brenna had been certain it was a joke. After all, Eliana was famous--a prodigy in medicine, an accomplished designer, a game player, a top-tier agent, and a master hacker. The list of her identities was endless. Yet at the height of her youth and success, she had chosen to retreat into the shadows, to live quietly as a wife. "You're stunning. Johnny must be blind not to have seen you for what you are. But he hasn't laid eyes on you like this, has he?" Brenna said, eyeing Eliana's flawless features. Eliana's face was a marvel--delicate, with eyes that sparkled with intelligence and allure. It was a face that could captivate anyone, but Johnny had never seen her like this. Eliana shook her head slightly. "No, he hasn't. When he left, I was poisoned--ugly, fat, and barely recognizable. It was only after I rid myself of the poison that I returned to my true self." Brenna leaned in, her voice serious. "So, what's next? All our businesses have been on hold, waiting for your return." She took a moment before continuing, "You wouldn't believe how many people have been desperate to find Night, the legendary doctor, over these years. They've offered fortunes for your help. Even Phantom on the dark web has gone silent, and everyone's been waiting for you." Eliana swirled the wne in her glass, her thoughts drifting. What had possessed her these past three years? It was as if she had been under a spell, content to ignore her career and to wait for a man who didn't care for her. "Don't worry. I'm back," Eliana said. "And have you figured out who poisoned you?" "Yes. It was Hallie," Eliana replied, her voice flat, void of emotion. Hallie Brown, her half-sister, had been the architect of her suffering. Brenna's eyes narrowed. "What are you going to do about it? Are you just going to let her walk away?" Eliana's gaze turned steely. "Of course not. She'll taste her own poison soon enough." Eliana and Brenna then discussed work over a drink. Both beautiful and commanding in presence, they drew the attention of several men nearby. A group of men swaggered over, one of them smirking as he addressed them. "Hey, gorgeous ladies, how about sharing a few drinks with us?" Eliana's response was icy. "Get lost." The man laughed, undeterred. "You're feisty. I like that. What's the matter? No boyfriend to keep you company? Why don't you spend the night with me?" Eliana's patience wore thin. "I won't say it again. Leave us alone." The man, not sensing the danger, pushed further. "And what if we don't? You girls come here, dressed like that, and expect us not to notice? You must be here looking for attention. You should be glad I-- ah!" Before he could finish his sentence, Eliana's foot connected with his chest, sending him sprawling. "You... You dare hit me? Guys, get her!" he shouted, trying to rally his friends. But by the time the bar's security arrived, summoned by the noise, the men were already laid out on the floor, ganing in pain. Everyone in the bar was left stunned, murmurs rippling through the crowd. Eliana's swift takedown of the men had been nothing short of impressive. She dusted off her hands and glanced at the ganing figures on the floor. "Let's head to a room on the second floor," she said to Brenna, her voice calm and collected. "We can continue our conversation without being disturbed." Meanwhile, on the second floor, two men watched the scene unfold from the railing above. Carl Jones let out a low whistle, still processing what he had seen. "That woman is something else. She floored them all before I even had a chance to see what happened." Johnny, standing beside him, remained impassive. "Yeah." Carl took a sip from his glass, then added with a smirk, "She's gorgeous too. Much prettier than your wife." He still pictured Johnny's ex as the overweight woman with a blotchy face, the one he had heard about in passing. "Ex-wife," Johnny corrected, his tone flat but firm. Carl nodded, raising his glass for a casual toast. "Right. You guys got a divorce today." After taking another sip, he continued, "But if she's hanging out with Brenna, she can't be all that innocent." Brenna was Carl's rival in the business world, a fierce competitor who had crossed paths with him more times than he cared to count. Eliana was nursing a bad mood, her thoughts swirling with the night's events. Brenna had insisted they drink enough to celebrate her newfound freedom, and Eliana had complied, perhaps more than she should have. The alhol was beginning to hit her hard, and she felt a dizzy haze creeping over her. When Brenna excused herself to the bathroom, Eliana decided to step out into the hallway, hoping some fresh air might clear her head. But as she exited the restroom, her steps faltered. Standing there, just outside the door, was Johnny. For a moment, Eliana blinked, unsure if she was seeing things, her alhol-clouded mind playing tricks on her. But no, it was really him. Eliana hadn't laid eyes on Johnny for two years and a half, but his face was etched into her memory as if time had stood still. She staggered towards him, seizing his wrist. He was on the phone, mid-conversation, but the moment he saw her, his eyebrows knit together in recognition. It dawned on him that she was the woman from downstairs, and suspicion clouded his expression. So she was here to have a wild night. She had dismissed those guys just because she thought they were not worthy of her. But as the thought crossed his mind, Johnny's eyes flashed with distain. "Miss, you ought to conduct yourself with more decorum." His tone was as cold as the winter wind as he believed she was trying to throw herself at him. But before he could say more, Eliana's hand shot up, delivering a stinging sp to his face. The sharp crack of it echoed, leaving him momentarily stunned. "You btard!" ...... ==== After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours." What happens next? 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2,572,657	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	No	2024-12-02 20:12	active	1952	Yo soy tuya y tú eres mío	Después del divorcio, finalmente se enteró de que a ella le habían diagnosticado depresión por su culpa. Se arrodilló y le rogó que lo perdonara, pero ella ya no quería amarlo... ===== Capítulo 1 El regreso de la exnovia Raegan Hayes estaba un poco distraída. No podía pensar en nada más que en las palabras del médico. "¡Felicitaciones! Está embarazada". De repente, Mitchel Dixon le pellizcó el brazo. "Oye, ¿en qué estás pensando?". Antes de que ella pudiera responder, Mitchel se levantó. Luego, él entró al baño. Raegan permaneció inmóvil en la enorme cama. Sus mechones húmedos se pegaban a sus sienes y mejillas. Estaba mirando al techo con los ojos llenos de lágrimas. Después de un rato, sacó el informe de embarazo del cajón del velador. Había ido al hospital por un incesante dolor de estómago. Tras un análisis de orina, el médico le dio la noticia. ¡Tenía alrededor de cinco semanas de embarazo! Era toda una sorpresa. Mitchel y ella nunca planeaban el embarazo. Tras devanarse los sesos, recordó el día de la concepción. Había sido el mes pasado, después de una fiesta. Mitchel la llevó a casa... Adentro del baño, se escuchaba correr el agua. Mitchel era su esposo y llevaban dos años casados en secreto. Era su jefe en el trabajo, el presidente del Grupo Dixon. Todo había sucedido con suma rapidez. Recién la habían contratado en la empresa cuando accidentalmente se conocieron en una fiesta. Días más tarde, el abuelo de Mitchel enfermó de gravedad. Fue entonces cuando él propuso un matrimonio falso para cumplir el último deseo del anciano. Ambos firmaron un acuerdo prenupcial y acordaron esconder su matrimonio al público. Era probable que su unión terminara en cualquier momento. Era una ocasión poco convencional. Sin embargo, Raegan se consideraba afortunada. Ni en un millón de años pensó que se casaría con el hombre del que estuvo enamorada durante ocho años, así que aceptó con entusiasmo. Mitchel estuvo muy ocupado después de la boda, ya que trabajaba la mayor parte del tiempo. Raegan deseaba estar más con él en casa. Pero se sentía tranquila porque no tenía rumores ni escándalos con otras mujeres. A pesar de su leve indiferencia, Mitchel era el esposo perfecto. Raegan tuvo sentimientos encontrados mientras observaba el resultado de la prueba de embarazo. Finalmente decidió contarle la verdad a Mitchel. También quería decirle que no lo había conocido recientemente, sino que lo había amado desde hacía muchos años. De repente, la ducha del baño dejó de sonar. En cuanto Mitchel salió, sonó su teléfono, así que salió al balcón con una toalla de baño para contestar la llamada. Raegan comprobó la hora y vio que ya era medianoche. No pudo evitar sentirse incómoda. ¿Quién lo llamaba a una hora tan intempestiva? Mitchel estuvo unos minutos en el balcón. Luego, regresó a la habitación. Su cuerpo era un espectáculo digno de contemplar. Tenía voluminosos abdominales en su vientre y sus brazos eran fuertes y musculosos. ¡Era un excelente hombre! Aunque Raegan lo había visto así antes, se sonrojó y su corazón comenzó a acelerarse. Ajeno a sus miradas, Mitchel agarró su camisa y sus pantalones de traje de la cama, se los puso y se anudó la corbata con sus delgados dedos. Su hermoso rostro tenía un contorno claro que lo hacía verse más digno esa noche. Era toda una obra de arte. "No me esperes despierta". ¿Qué? ¿Iba a salir? ¿A estas horas? Raegan agarró con más fuerza la prueba de embarazo mientras le daba una mirada decepcionada. Inconscientemente retiró la mano. "Ya es muy tarde", soltó después de pensar un rato. Los dedos de Mitchel se quedaron congelados sobre su corbata. Con una leve sonrisa, le pellizcó el lóbulo de la oreja. "¿Te da miedo la oscuridad?". Raegan se sonrojó hasta la raíz del cabello. Estaba a punto de responder cuando Mitchel la soltó. "Pórtate bien, ¿sí? Necesito hacer algo. No me esperes despierta". Tras esas palabras, se dirigió hacia la puerta. "Mitchel". Raegan corrió para alcanzarlo. Mitchel se dio vuelta y la miró con seriedad. "¿Qué pasa?". Había un ápice de frialdad en su voz. Una nube negra descendió sobre ellos mientras se miraban fijamente. Un poco angustiada, Raegan dijo en voz baja: "Me gustaría visitar mañana a mi abuela. ¿Puedes acompañarme?". Su frágil y enferma abuela siempre quería verla. Por eso quería llevar a Mitchel y asegurarle que eran muy felices. "Hablemos mañana al respecto". Sin aceptar ni negarse, Mitchel se marchó apresuradamente. Varios pensamientos rondaban la mente de Raegan mientras se duchaba y regresaba a la cama. No podía conciliar el sueño. Tras dar vueltas y vueltas, se levantó de la cama y se preparó un vaso de leche caliente. Algunas noticias en línea llegaron a su teléfono. Pero, como no le interesaban, estaba a punto de eliminarlas cuando una llamó su atención. El conocido nombre la hizo abrir el artículo. La noticia decía: "La famosa diseñadora Lauren Murray fue vista hoy en el aeropuerto con su misterioso novio". Lauren llevaba un sombrero amplio. La figura del hombre se veía vaga, pero el contorno de su cuerpo bastaba para mostrar que era apuesto. Raegan agrandó la imagen y su corazón dio un vuelco. ¡Era Mitchel! ¿Había cancelado la reunión de la tarde para recoger a su exnovia del aeropuerto? Raegan se sintió molesta, como si tuviera una roca en el estómago. Sus manos estaban temblando y marcó inconscientemente el número de Mitchel. El tono de llamada la devolvió a sus sentidos. Estaba a punto de colgar cuando, de repente, se conectó la línea y se escuchó una voz desde el otro lado. "¡Hola!". Era una suave voz de mujer. Raegan se quedó paralizada y tiró el teléfono. Fue entonces cuando sintió náuseas y la bilis subió a su garganta. Cubriéndose la boca, fue corriendo al baño y vomitó en la taza del váter. A la mañana siguiente, Raegan llegó temprano al trabajo. Mitchel le había insistido en que dejara de trabajar después de casarse, pero ella quería ganar su propio dinero. A pesar de que no se opuso, Mitchel le pidió que trabajara como su asistente y lo ayudara con las tareas diarias. Matteo Jenkins, el asistente principal, estaba a cargo de sus asuntos más importantes. Era el único empleado de la empresa que sabía sobre su matrimonio. Desde el principio, la oficina del presidente solo tenía asistentes hombres. Reagan era la primera y única mujer. Su contratación había roto el protocolo, así que otros trabajadores se preguntaban si estaba aquí por la puerta trasera o era alguien especial para Mitchel. Pero luego se dieron cuenta de que él no le daba un trato especial. Curiosamente, eso hizo que la despreciaran más. Después de todo, la empresa es un campo de batalla. Era extraño que Raegan mantuviera tanto tiempo su trabajo siendo tan incompetente. En ese momento, uno de sus colegas le entregó un documento y le pidió que lo llevara a la oficina de Mitchel. El hombre no había regresado a casa anoche. Raegan estaba tan preocupada que no pudo pegar un ojo toda la noche. No podía pensar en nada más que en la mujer que contestó su teléfono cuando ella había llamado. ¿Mitchel estaba con esta en aquel momento? Raegan no podía aceptar ese hecho. Pero intentó mantener la calma momentáneamente. Pasara lo que pasara, merecía un resultado gratificante por todos sus años amando a Mitchel. No podía ser en vano, ¿verdad? Con mucha calma, presionó el botón del ascensor y subió a la oficina del presidente. Antes de salir, se alisó el cabello para asegurarse de tener buen aspecto. Cuando llegó a la oficina, vio que la puerta estaba entreabierta. Adentro se escuchaba la voz de un hombre, así que se detuvo al instante. "¡Vamos! ¿Sientes algo por Raegan o no?". Era Luis Stevens, un amigo de la infancia de Mitchel. "¿Qué quieres decir?", preguntó Mitchel fríamente. "¡Sabes exactamente lo que quiero decir!". Luis chasqueó la lengua con impaciencia. "Raegan me parece una buena chica. ¿No es tu tipo?". "¿Acaso a ti te gusta ella?", preguntó Mitchel descuidadamente. "¿Sabes qué? ¡Olvídalo!". La risa de Luis sonó bastante dura en los oídos de Raegan. Hablaban de ella como si fuera una cosa. Respirando hondo, agarró con más fuerza el documento. Pronto volvió a escucharse la voz de Luis. "Por cierto, esta mañana vi los rumores sobre el misterioso novio de Lauren. Eras tú, ¿verdad?". "Sí". "¡Vaya, vaya! Esa mujer todavía te tiene comiendo de la palma de su mano. Siempre la complaces". Luis suspiró y siguió burlándose de Mitchel. "La ausencia aumenta el cariño. Dime, ¿ustedes dos...?". Su conversación explotó como un trueno sobre la cabeza de Raegan. Su rostro palideció y su cuerpo se volvió tan frío como el hielo. ¡Así que el que al lado de Lauren sí fue Mitchel! Cada palabra se clavó en su corazón como un cuchillo. De repente, varias voces susurrantes llenaron su mente. Estaba mareada. Su visión se puso borrosa. Raegan se sostuvo de la pared y retrocedió un paso. Fue entonces cuando la puerta se abrió desde dentro. "¿Raegan?". Capítulo 2 Amor unilateral Fue Luis quien abrió la puerta, como si fuera a salir. Raegan juntó las manos y se volvió hacia él con un asentimiento. "¡Hola, señor Stevens!". Sin esperar una respuesta a su saludo, pasó junto a él y entró a la oficina con el documento. Mitchel estaba sentado tras un amplio y lujoso escritorio. Se veía bastante guapo con ese traje y corbata a juego. Raegan notó que no era el mismo atuendo que llevaba cuando salió de casa anoche. ¿Cómo se había cambiado? Con la mirada gacha, se tragó la pregunta y dijo: "Señor Dixon, esto es del Departamento de Marketing. Por favor, fírmelo". Mitchel miró inexpresivo el documento mientras lo firmaba. Raegan salió inmediatamente después. Luis aún seguía parado en el umbral. No fue hasta que ella se perdió de vista que se volvió hacia Mitchel. "¡Oye!", susurró. "¿Crees que nos escuchó?". Los atractivos ojos de Mitchel no mostraron ninguna emoción. Era obvio que no estaba escuchando a su amigo. En su opinión, Raegan siempre había sido dócil y nunca había tenido celos de nadie. Su obediencia era todo lo que él le exigía a cambio de tratarla bien. En el ascensor, Raegan aguantó la respiración para retener sus lágrimas. Pero no le funcionó. Había pensado que dos años serían suficientes para que Mitchel se diera cuenta de lo mucho que ella lo amaba y le correspondiera. Ahora resultaba que no era más que una ilusión. Siempre tendría un papel secundario frente a Lauren, su verdadero amor. Reagan se secó las lágrimas una vez que el ascensor se detuvo. De no ser por su rostro pálido, se veía normal cuando se abrieron las puertas. Luego, fue hacia la sala de descanso para prepararse una taza de té. Varios empleados estaban charlando adentro. "Chicos, ¿se han enterado? Lauren Murray ha regresado del extranjero". "¿Y quién es ella?". "¡Oh, Dios mío! ¿No la conoces? Es la heredera del Grupo Murray y una diseñadora bastante reconocida. Y sobre todo es la única novia que el señor Dixon ha mostrado públicamente. ¡Es su primer amor!". "¿Por qué es tan importante que haya vuelto? ¿No se rumorea que el señor Dixon tiene algo con Raegan?". "¿Raegan? ¡Imposible! El señor Dixon nunca admitió estar saliendo con ella, y es exigente a la hora de elegir pereja. Solo mírala. Ni siquiera es tan hermosa. Sin embargo, se comporta como si ya fuera la señora Dixon. ¡Qué ridícula!". En la puerta, Raegan esbozó una sonrisa burlona mientras los escuchaba. Todos los demás veían la verdad excepto ella. Su amor era unilateral. "¡Ja, ja! ¿La señora Dixon se despertó de su sueño salvaje?". De repente, escuchó una voz detrás de sí. Raegan se volvió para encontrarse con Tessa Lloyd, la prima de Mitchel, quien siempre la había despreciado. Tessa también debía haber oído los chismes de los empleados. Lo último que Raegan quería era discutir con ella en la empresa, así que se dio la vuelta para irse, pero la mujer le bloqueó el camino. Con una taza de café en la mano, Tessa comentó sarcásticamente: "Lauren ha regresado. ¿Crees que Mitchel te seguirá dando atención?". Raegan se quedó callada. Tras unos segundos, Tessa continuó con sus burlas. "Me enteré de que eres buena en fingir. ¿Qué pasará si te desenmascaro delante de todos? Sé que te gusta la compañía de hombres...". Raegan apretó los puños. "Señorita Lloyd, estamos en la empresa", espetó. "Si te interesan esos negocios, ya sabes adónde ir". "Tú...". El rostro de Tessa se transformó. Rápidamente levantó la mano y vació la taza de café sobre Raegan. Esta última no pensó ni por un segundo que Tessa haría una locura como esa, así que alzó los brazos para bloquear el líquido de su cara. El café le quemó el brazo. "¡Ay!", gritó Raegan, frunciendo el ceño debido al dolor. "¿Por qué hiciste eso? ¿Estás loca?". Como era la hora del almuerzo, muchos empleados pudieron ver el escándalo. Tessa se mostró aún más complaciente cuando vio que el número de espectadores aumentaba. "¿Por qué eres tan engreída?", escupió. "¿De verdad crees que todos no saben que eres una pobre sin padres? Y tienes el descaro de...". De repente, se escuchó un grito. Tessa había sido silenciada por una bofetada. Ahora estaba boquiabierta. No había esperado que la callada y tímida Raegan la abofeteara. Tessa se sostuvo la mejilla y se la quedó mirando un rato. "Tú...", tartamudeó. "¿Me pegaste? ¡¿Cómo te atreves?!". "¡Sí, te pegué!", espetó Raegan. "Parece que necesitas aprender a tener cortesía". Sí, había perdido a sus padres cuando era niña, pero no permitiría que alguien la pisoteara por eso. Tessa crispó el rostro mientras fruncía el ceño rabiosamente. Como prima de Mitchel, estaba acostumbrada a que la elogiaran y respetaran. Esto nunca había sucedido antes. "¡Raegan!". Tessa arremetió contra Raegan como un toro furioso y alzó la mano para devolverle la bofetada. Pero Raegan estaba preparada para lo que se avecinaba, así que agarró la muñeca de Tessa con tanta fuerza que esta no pudo moverse. Como era más baja, luchó como un pulpo, cuyos tentáculos se habían atascado en una trampa, "¿Cómo te atreves a ponerme tus sucias manos encima?", maldijo. "¿Quién te crees que eres? ¡Solo eres la sirvienta de Mitchel!". Sus duras palabras atrajeron a más personas a la sala de descanso. "¡Suficiente!". De la nada, se escuchó una fuerte voz desde atrás. Mitchel había salido de su oficina, solo para encontrarse con ese alboroto. Toda la sala se sumió en un profundo silencio. "¿Mitchell?". Tessa se quedó helada cuando vio a su primo, ya que siempre le había tenido miedo. Su madre también le advertía que no lo provocara. No obstante, cuando recordó a Raegan abofeteándola, puso una expresión lastimera y comenzó a sollozar. "Mitchel, mira mi rostro. ¡Me abofeteó!". La luz del sol caía sobre el hermoso rostro de Mitchel. Raegan se sintió muy afligida y bajó la cabeza para mirar la parte posterior de su brazo, quemada por el café. Las miradas de ambos se encontraron. Con el ceño fruncido, Mitchel dijo: "Raegan, ¿olvidaste las reglas de la empresa?". Raegan contuvo la respiración ante su crueldad. No podía creer lo que estaba escuchando. Nadie se atrevió a hacer ningún sonido. Raegan se quedó parada con su esbelta figura. Cuando la contrataron, Mitchel le advirtió que el Grupo Dixon no era un lugar para que perdiera el tiempo y que no toleraría ningún error suyo. Raegan entendía por qué adoptaba esa postura. No obstante, estaba desesperada por saber si había oído esas duras palabras de Tessa o si solo estaba fingiendo porque estaba de acuerdo. ¿En serio solo la veía como una sirvienta? Aterrada de recibir la ira de Mitchel, la multitud no tardó en dispersarse. Algunos empleados se atrevieron a mirar desde la distancia, pues no quería perderse de un buen espectáculo. Raegan se estremeció de pies a cabeza cuando vio los ojos fríos de Mitchel. Mirando a Tessa, se pellizcó la palma de la mano para reprimir sus emociones. "Lo siento, señorita Lloyd. Como empleada del Grupo Dixon, fue mi error golpearla". Tessa alzó la barbilla con complacencia. "¡Ja! No crees que quedarás libre de culpa con una simple disculpa. No lo creo...". "La bofetada no tiene nada que ver con la empresa, así que me niego a disculparme contigo. Ahora me retiro", agregó Raegan. Luego, pasó junto a Mitchel sin mirarlo de nuevo. "Tú... ¡Alto!". Tessa estaba echando humo. Jamás en toda su vida había sido tan humillada. Siempre era la acosadora, no la víctima. La humillación era tanta que ni siquiera se tranquilizaría haciendo pedazos a Raegan. "Mitchel, ¿escuchaste lo que acaba de decir esa mujer?", gritó señalándola. "A pesar de que me abofeteó, sigue siendo muy arrogante. Dile que regrese. ¡La abofetearé hasta que llore pidiendo piedad!". Mitchel observó la delgada espalda de Raegan con una expresión ambigua. "¡Basta!", espetó alzando la mano. Tessa no creía que su primo tuviera debilidad por Raegan. Supuso que ella no le importaba en absoluto. "La próxima vez, conseguiré a alguien que le dé una lección a esa tipa", siseó con los dientes apretados. "¡Tessa!". Mitchel la reprendió con un tono helado mientras entrecerraba los ojos. Tessa empezó a temblar. "Solo te lo diré una vez", agregó él sombríamente. "Olvídate de lo que pasó hoy. Deja tranquila a Raegan". Tessa sintió su boca secarse. Todas las malvadas ideas que tenía contra Raegan desaparecieron en un instante. "Está bien...", tartamudeó. "Entiendo...". Mitchel le lanzó una mirada fría y se volvió hacia Matteo. "A partir de hoy, las personas irrelevantes no tendrán permitida la entrada". Tessa empezó a halagar su decisión. "¡Muy bien! Esta es una empresa muy importante. No todo el mundo puede entrar aquí". Matteo dio un asentimiento a su jefe, se acercó a Tessa y le mostró la salida. "Señorita Lloyd, por aquí, por favor". Solo entonces Tessa se dio cuenta de que ella era la persona irrelevante. Si bien intentó hablar con su primo, Matteo le bloqueó el paso y los guardias de seguridad la echaron. No tuvieron ni un poco de piedad. Era inútil luchar. Mientras tanto, Raegan se cambió de ropa cuando regresó a su oficina. Tenía el corazón lleno de tristeza mientras recordaba la mirada de Mitchel hacía unos minutos. Pronto llegó la hora de salida. Raegan tomó su bolso y se dirigió hacia la puerta, pero Matteo la detuvo. "El señor Dixon tiene que resolver algo urgente, así que me pidió que la llevara a casa". Raegan lo rechazó sin pensarlo dos veces. Antes estaba ciega, pero ahora veía toda la situación. No era nadie a los ojos de Mitchel. ¿Cómo podía acompañarla a visitar a su abuela si ni siquiera se preocupaba por ella? Al llegar al hospital, Raegan encontró a la enfermera a punto de darle la cena a su abuela. Raegan asumió su puesto e hizo el trabajo. Su abuela siempre había vivido en el campo, disfrutando de una vida tranquila. Pero todo cambió el mes pasado, cuando su chequeo médico mostró que sus páncreas estaban mal. Raegan insistió en traerla a la ciudad para que recibiera un mejor tratamiento. Su abuela no sabía sobre su matrimonio con Mitchel. Raegan había planeado sorprenderla, pero ya no era necesario. Una vez que su abuela se quedó dormida, salió del hospital y esperó un taxi. A lo lejos, un lujoso auto negro se detuvo en la entrada. Los ojos de Raegan se iluminaron. Era el vehículo de Mitchel. ¿Había venido para recogerla? En ese momento, olvidó todo el dolor que había sufrido. ¿Lo había malinterpretado? ¿De verdad se preocupaba por ella, contrariamente a los rumores? La puerta del conductor se abrió y Mitchel salió del auto. Raegan caminó hacia él con el corazón rebosante de alegría. Pero se detuvo en seco. Mitchel acababa de caminar hacia el otro lado para sacar a una mujer del vehículo. Su hermoso rostro era una máscara de angustia y compasión. La sonrisa de Raegan desapareció y su corazón se hundió. Capítulo 3 Hay que divorciarnos La figura alta de Mitchel se acercaba cada vez más a Raegan; sin pronunciar una palabra, pasó junto a ella. Era difícil saber si realmente la vio o si decidió ignorarla a propósito. Raegan, por su parte, notó que la mujer que lo iba tomando del brazo era la misma que ayer fue fotografiada con él; su nombre era Lauren. Raegan sintió como si sus zapatos estuvieran hechos de plomo mientras se alejaba, perdiendo por completo la noción de las cosas que sucedían a su alrededor; distraída, paró un taxi y lo abordó. De repente, el chófer dijo: "Señorita, ¿a dónde la llevo?". Raegan quedó atónita por un momento. Volver a su casa en Villas Serenity era el último que quería hacer en ese momento, después de todo, era solo cuestión de tiempo antes de que ese lugar dejara de ser su hogar. Después de un rato, finalmente respondió: "Por favor, lléveme a Crystal Bay". Ella compró un apartamento en dicha zona después de casarse con Mitchel. En su momento, tenía esperanzas de traer a su abuela a la ciudad, por lo que compró ese apartamento con ayuda de una hipoteca; no era tan grande, pero tenía espacio más que suficiente para dos personas. Su esposo nunca entendió por qué quería comprar un apartamento; incluso se ofreció a regalarle uno más grande, pero ella se negó. Al recapitular todo lo que hizo en el pasado, se dio cuenta de que comprar ese apartamento fue la única decisión acertada que tomó a lo largo de los últimos dos años. Cuando llegó al complejo de apartamentos, Raegan se sentó sola en el patio, esto en un intento por despejar su mente. Los recuerdos de los últimos dos años eran agridulces; el tiempo pareció transcurrir en un abrir y cerrar de ojos a pesar de que fueron más de setecientos días y noches. Bien decían que el amor podía mover montañas, pero en el caso de Raegan, su amor no fue capaz de mover en lo más mínimo aquella piedra llamada Mitchel. Finalmente se dio cuenta de lo tonta que fue, convirtiéndose en el hazmerreír de todos. Ya era tarde en la noche cuando la chica finalmente decidió entrar a su apartamento. En cuanto salió del ascensor, vio a su esposo parado frente a la puerta. Sus mangas estaban arremangadas casualmente y los botones superiores de su camisa desabrochados, lo que dejaba al descubierto su largo cuello y parte de su clavícula; apoyado en la pared junto a la puerta, su hermoso rostro lucía serio. Raegan se quedó paralizado por un momento. ¿Por qué él estaba ahí? ¿No se suponía que estaba en el hospital con Lauren? ¿Qué lo trajo aquí? Sus ojos se encontraron casi de inmediato. Con el abrigo doblado sobre su brazo y una de las manos en el bolsillo, el hombre entrecerró los ojos en cuanto se percató de su presencia. "¿Por qué no contestaste el teléfono?", preguntó él con un poco de molestia en su tono. Raegan sacó su celular y vio que accidentalmente lo había puesto en modo silencioso; descubrió que tenía cinco llamadas perdidas de su esposo. ¿Mitchel le hizo tantas llamadas porque no pudo encontrarla? ¡Era un suceso sorprendente! Antes de hoy, esto la habría hecho sentir fascinada. Pero ahora, la chica simplemente puso de vuelta su celular en su bolso, se cruzó de brazos y dijo con voz ronca: "No lo escuché sonar". Mitchel levantó la mano para revisar la hora en su reloj antes de pronunciar con impaciencia: "Te estuve buscando durante dos horas seguidas". Después de arreglar todo para Lauren, regresó a casa solo para encontrarla vacía. Buscó a su esposa por todas partes, pero al no hallarla por ningún lado, le pidió a Matteo que revisara las imágenes de las cámaras de vigilancia de todos los caminos que salían de la empresa. Más tarde descubrió que la chica había ido a Crystal Bay sin notificarle con antelación. "La próxima vez avísame cuando tengas planeado venir aquí, ¿de acuerdo? Anda, volvamos a casa", dicho esto, el hombre caminó hacia el ascensor sin dedicarle otra mirada, mostrando abiertamente su intención de volver a las Villas Serenity. Pese a sus palabras, Raegan no se movió ni un centímetro; ella se limitó a mirar su ancha espalda mientras reflexionaba con cierto disgusto. Quería que le avisara cuando tuviera planeado volver aquí... Pero, ¿acaso habría un futuro para ambos? Mitchell se dio vuelta solo para ver que su esposa no había avanzado ni un solo paso. Frunciendo el ceño, él le preguntó: "¿No puedes caminar? ¿Quieres que te cargue?". La luz del pasillo iluminaba su rostro, haciendo que su perfil lateral luciera casi perfecto. La chica respiró hondo antes de declarar: "Hay que divorciarnos". "¿De qué hablas?", la voz de Mitchel sonó fría y su hermoso rostro cambió de inmediato. "Quiero vivir en mi propia casa, después de todo, pronto nos convertiremos en completos extraños". La chica forzó una sonrisa, pero su corazón se estrujó dolorosamente, como si alguien lo estuviera destrozando poco a poco. "¿Seremos completos extraños?", Mitchel sonrió con frialdad antes de lanzar una pregunta directa: "¿Qué clase de relación crees que sostenemos actualmente?". Su interrogatorio dejó a Raegan atónita por un momento. Este hombre se lo había dejado muy en claro desde el principio; su matrimonio era una mera fachada que se produjo de mutuo acuerdo y donde no existía el amor. En opinión de los demás, no eran más que jefe y subordinada. Mitchel era uno de los hombres más atractivos y codiciados en Ardlens; muchas jóvenes ansiaban su amor e incluso estaban dispuestas a emprender toda clase de acciones con tal de obtener su atención. La pregunta que le hizo momentos atrás le recordó a la chica todos estos hechos. ¿Acaso Mitchel tenía miedo de que ella no lo dejara ir tan fácilmente? Si ese fuera el caso, no podría estar más equivocado... Después de morderse el labio inferior para ocultar su amargura, Raegan dijo: "Lo siento, señor Dixon. Creo que pensé demasiado las cosas, pero sí necesito que de ahora en adelante me dejes en paz. No tienes que volver a venir aquí". Después de decir eso, ella no pudo evitar romper en llanto. ¿Cómo no iba a estar triste después de cortar todo vínculo con el hombre que había amado durante una década? Se trataba de un periodo bastante considerable, pero independientemente de lo difícil que fuera, sabía que era hora de superarlo; tenía que dejar de soñar. Curiosamente, en ese momento la luz del pasillo empezó a parpadear. La mirada hostil que Mitchel le estaba dedicando a la chica hizo que la chica se estremeciera. Aunque él entendía que las mujeres a veces se comportaban de manera extraña, sentía que Raegan acababa de cruzar la línea. Los ojos del hombre brillaban como antorchas ardientes en ese momento, pero cuando vio las lágrimas que derramaba su esposa, la rabia dentro de él se extinguió al instante. Entonces, dijo en voz baja: "Si esto es por lo que pasó entre Tessa y tú, yo...". "No, no se trata de ella. Señor Dixon, por favor, vete lo antes posible". En realidad habían sucedido muchas cosas entre ambos, y el incidente con Tessa era el más insignificante de todos. Sintiéndose exhausta, Raegan pasó junto a su esposo y se preparó para abrir la puerta. Mitchel no estaba nada satisfecho con esta exhibición de terquedad; tras desatarse la corbata con irritación, él dio un paso adelante y la agarró por la muñeca. "Detente, ¿quieres?". Un segundo después, le pasó el brazo por el hombro y la abrazó; en ese instante se dio cuenta de que la chica estaba ardiendo, como si alguien acabara de prenderle fuego. "¿Tienes fiebre?". Raegan se sintió mareada, por lo que apoyó débilmente la cabeza sobre el hombro de su esposo. Esto complicó aún más la situación; Mitchel bajó la cabeza para mirarla. Reagan tardó en percatarse de lo que estaba sucediendo; cuando finalmente se dio cuenta de que su cuerpo estaba demasiado cerca del de él, trató de alejarse. Para su mala suerte, antes de que pudiera escapar, el hombre tiró de ella hacia atrás y la sujetó por la cintura. Con una expresión gélida, dijo en voz baja: "¿A dónde crees que vas?". La luz volvió a parpadear. De la nada, Mitchel la levantó y luego se dirigió al ascensor. Aturdida, Raegan preguntó suavemente: "¿Qué estás haciendo?". "¿Qué te parece que estoy haciendo?", comentó él. "Obviamente te voy a llevar al hospital". "¡Por supuesto que no!", la chica gritó a causa de la sorpresa y pareció recuperar más fuerzas. Existía la posibilidad de que se complicara su embarazo en caso de recibir un tratamiento inadecuado; aunque el bebé no llegó en un momento adecuado, seguía siendo su pequeño y era su deber protegerlo. Raegan siguió luchando por liberarse de los brazos que la mantenían cautiva. Sin embargo, su fuerte agarre hizo que sus esfuerzos fueran en vano. "No seas tan terca. 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2,573,294	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2573295}'	No	2024-12-02 20:12	active	1952	"Superb Service, Great Product, Excellent Support!!"	🚨 Get the Commercial AnyTone AT-D878UVII Plus on Amazon! 🚨 Trusted by professionals like Search & Rescue Teams, Fire Crews, and CERT, the AnyTone AT-D878UVII Plus is built for reliability and performance. Here’s what Peter G. from the Sacramento Fire CERT-22 Team said: "Purchased a block of 20 radios. The service and support from BridgeCom have been over-the-top excellent. These radios are reliable, durable, and packed with features!" Why This Radio is Perfect for Your Team: ✅ FCC Part 90 Approved -- Perfect for Search & Rescue, Fire Crews, CERT Teams, Emergency Services, & More! ✅ Advanced Features – APRS RX/TX for location sharing and 500K contact capacity. ✅ Tough & Reliable – Durable design, long battery life, and USB-C charging. ✅ Unmatched Support – Backed by real U.S.-based experts for top-notch assistance. ➡️ Shop the AnyTone AT-D878UVII Plus on Amazon today! https://www.amazon.com/AnyTone-AT-D878UVII-Professional-Commercial-Radio/dp/B0DDLG6KC5?maas=maas_adg_70E61B5326AE831E78467DACD941F63C_afap_abs&ref_=aa_maas&tag=maas	SHOP_NOW	https://www.amazon.com/AnyTone-AT-D878UVII-Profess	BridgeCom Systems, LLC	https://www.facebook.com/bridgecomsystems/	35,074	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	amazon.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://www.amazon.com/AnyTone-AT-D878UVII-Professional-Commercial-Radio/dp/B0DDLG6KC5?maas=maas_adg_70E61B5326AE831E78467DACD941F63C_afap_abs&ref_=aa_maas&tag=maas	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468935417_2094841850960114_1962801279982097505_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=B7lGvsN5mVMQ7kNvgEJ3xDj&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ARj1xq460_9q2FU8g_HLybF&oh=00_AYAFT15Pt5wDWmzpfj9S1y5X4hzHcxDMivXgBACShTEJaQ&oe=67543F47	PERSON_PROFILE	BridgeCom Systems, LLC	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,572,818	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2573494}'	No	2024-12-02 20:12	active	1952		Let us handle Christmas dinner! From December 2 until December 13, call in and place your orders for our delicious pre-cooked prime rib and brisket. Prime rib is $65 and portions are around 4 lbs. (feeds four to six people) and brisket, chopped or sliced, is $12 per lb. No minimum quantity required for purchase. 🍖 Orders will have a pickup window of December 19, 20 and 23, with payment due at the time of pickup. Our prime rib and brisket are in limited supply, so call and place your orders today! Our store number is 918-207-3688 and we are located at 18919 N. 466 Road in Tahlequah, Oklahoma, open weekdays from 9:30 a.m. to 5 p.m.			1839 Cherokee Meat Co.	https://www.facebook.com/1839CherokeeMeatCo/	3,936	1969-12-31 18:00			IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469235038_601074442372122_2248610361963647969_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=6Z5_05mATfoQ7kNvgHSNWRU&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AW2BwOOVzRrj_ZKDnkwHz2K&oh=00_AYCCV_ZLz53UguIo7yrcbd9tm2Yu8PcSuDUH0uNPEnvweg&oe=67543F00	PERSON_PROFILE	1839 Cherokee Meat Co.	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,572,835	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2573494}'	Yes	2024-12-02 20:12	active	1952		🚨PLEASE JOIN US THIS FRIDAY!🚨 Once again Precision Air is teaming up with the Coastal Bend Blood Center to host our 2nd Blood Drive! 📆 THIS Friday! ⏰9 A.M - 12 P.M 📍5126 Weber Rd First 20 donors will receive a $25 gift card to Texas Roadhouse!!			Precision Air - Corpus Christi, TX	https://www.facebook.com/PrecisionAirCC/	917	1969-12-31 18:00			IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469092717_1576448359698106_7858921094382375148_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=_h_pQXFsBscQ7kNvgELpq7z&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AjZxni1ZJ20MoAL32UMoZFH&oh=00_AYAxIMCWl8c4dnlyyV2iTahcJ8aUgRu44C51rNdtsSsp8g&oe=67542A3D	PERSON_PROFILE	Precision Air - Corpus Christi, TX	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,572,827	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2573494}'	No	2024-12-02 20:12	active	1952		Don’t miss these specials just because it’s a little chilly outside! Monday Specials $24.99 All You Can Eat Peel and Eat Shrimp from 4-9 .55 Middle Neck Clams (limited availability) .65 Top Neck Clams (limited availability) .80 Boneless Wings .90 Traditional Wings (Clams sold in orders of 10, Wings sold in increments of 5 minimum 10) Tuesday Specials $24.99 All You Can Eat Fried and Coconut Shrimp from 4-9 $24.99 a Pound of Snow Crablegs with corn and potatoes $14.99 a Dozen Raw or Steamed Oysters $15.99 a Dozen Chargrilled Oysters (Specials are dine in only, no to go, No sharing and no togo on all you can eats) Tiki West Raw Bar and Grill 118 W. Ruby St Tavares, FL 32778 352-508-5783 #treatyoself			Tiki West Raw Bar and Grill	https://www.facebook.com/tikiwestrawbarandgrill/	12,653	1969-12-31 18:00			MULTI_IMAGES			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469197400_1941644336316406_7076455365700121133_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=E0niiKELIS8Q7kNvgE6Zf0-&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AjZxni1ZJ20MoAL32UMoZFH&oh=00_AYDUx81XTKp9bllNyHmC0xTJfggkdZ3F1fnBRBwITA_DeA&oe=6754451A	PERSON_PROFILE	Tiki West Raw Bar and Grill	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,572,929	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	No	2024-12-02 20:12	active	1952	Save Over 37% At Stone Mountain Christmas	Ring in the new year the right way - with the whole family awake and by your side 🥳 With our Kid's Early New Years' Eve Celebration, you can countdown at 9pm and have the kids fast asleep before the real ball drops at midnight. We can keep a secret if you can! 😉 Enjoy fireworks, a magical snowfall, and all of your favorite holiday characters. Come early and enjoy Stone Mountain Christmas, including the World’s Largest Christmas Drone & Light Show. Get your tickets today! Please note - Attractions close at 9 PM immediately following the Kids’ Early New Year’s Eve Celebration and countdown. There will not be a countdown at midnight.	SHOP_NOW	https://stonemountainpark.com/activity/events/kids	Stone Mountain Park	https://www.facebook.com/stonemountainpark/	353,606	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop now	stonemountainpark.com/kids-early-new-years-eve	VIDEO	World's Largest Christmas Light Show	https://stonemountainpark.com/activity/events/kids-early-new-years-eve-celebration/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468659107_547517581577896_1784111560036113444_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=YfauUg92wVUQ7kNvgGvnQR5&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A1zoJDppOGNxkXVUIikuUvO&oh=00_AYAn2qmjt0DhFwNK2pAIT6I4npz4OnDbkXzrp1DGGPWQ3w&oe=675421B2	PERSON_PROFILE	Stone Mountain Park	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,572,998	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2573494}'	Yes	2024-12-02 20:12	active	1952		🟦 Tu familiar necesita terapia?🟦 🟧En Cten podemos ayudarte🟧 📱 WhatsApp 867 184 4053 📞 Oficina 8677109015 #terapias #Fisioterapia #rehabilitacion #neurorehabilitacion #ocupacional #estumulaciontemprana #lenguaje #Habla #comunicacion #lectoescritura #terapiaintegral #integracionsensorial #Atencion #psicologia #masajesterapéuticos #EVC #ictuscerebral #hemiplejia #afasia #postfracturas #lesionmuscular #dislalia #trastornodelenguaje #trastornodelaprendizaje #FrenilloLingualCorto #dislexia #conductaoposicionista #conductadesafiante #EquipoCten 💜🧡💚	MESSAGE_PAGE		CTEN Centro de Terapias Especializadas en Neurorehabilitación	https://www.facebook.com/CtenNeuro/	2,706	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469074483_918659063665382_7212639718629281843_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=uRmTLUv8NAcQ7kNvgF3FzNW&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Afj9lN14EBbMx6K719fxe30&oh=00_AYBsrUsrwZy2JHBRjttzN0v2TsY9F9H--63uHsBLDj1LEQ&oe=67543893	PERSON_PROFILE	CTEN Centro de Terapias Especializadas en Neurorehabilitación	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,573,010	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-02 20:12	active	1952	Online Sawmill Equipment Auction – No Reserve!	🔥 Online Auction Event You Can’t Miss! 🔥 Bid in the Pingleton Enterprises Surplus Sawmill Equipment Auction and grab quality equipment for unbeatable prices! Date & Time: Tuesday, December 10th, 9:30 AM (ET) Location: Online-only auction Items Include: -- High-quality sawmill machinery -- Trucks and rolling stock -- Sawmill tools and more! Don’t miss out—view the catalog and place your bids today!	LEARN_MORE	https://bid.brightstarauctions.com/ui/auctions/131	Bright Star Auctions	https://www.facebook.com/brightstarauctions/	15,452	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	bid.brightstarauctions.com	IMAGE	Surplus sawmill equipment, tools, and accessories are up for grabs in this no-reserve online-only auction! Don’t miss your chance to secure top-quality assets for your business.	https://bid.brightstarauctions.com/ui/auctions/131420	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469084226_2321706818168617_7023959642062400980_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ElUcIGaC7CYQ7kNvgERrejn&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AaZn8C2etcRuh3Y0UqyZk7O&oh=00_AYDTVV0cktS5qz0UfrmJvx-WwZ79_0IkoboI8RXNB2LnLQ&oe=67543FE5	PERSON_PROFILE	Bright Star Auctions	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,573,099	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2573494}'	No	2024-12-02 20:12	active	1952		@froyojoes Vanilla Custard twisted Blue Pop Sorbet! Froyo Joe's serves Frozen Yogurt, Custard, Gelato, Non-Dairy Italian Ice, Non-Dairy Sorbet, Coconut Milk, Shaved Ice, Dippin Dots Non-Dairy and Ice Cream, Tons of Toppings, 6 flavors of Fluffy Slushies, Gift Cards for parties and a more surprises being added throughout the year! We have plenty of space for any size party... tons of indoor seating, 6 tables on our patios, a park across the street, take-out, curbside delivery, and offer a limited menu for home delivery on all the major ordering apps! Froyo Joe's is locally owned and operated across from Kids Kastle Park, Unity Ballfields, Bark Park and the HV Pickleball Courts at: 2540 Justin Road, Suite 195 Highland Village, TX 75077 We hope to see you soon at Froyo Joe's! ❤️ SUPPORT LOCAL TODAY AT FROYO JOE'S ❤️ FALL/WINTER HOURS: Sunday-Thursday 12-9PM Friday-Saturday 12-10PM OPEN 7 DAYS A WEEK! froyojoes.com	NO_BUTTON		Froyo Joe's	https://www.facebook.com/FroyoJoesHighlandVillage/	1,417	1969-12-31 18:00	No button		IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468948963_1799764850759360_3303296902967850078_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Sf9uN3WC2RoQ7kNvgEmnnZM&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AI6HBB1ffOsVht0zH6ENGsg&oh=00_AYBtWNTeM2BwvnTwSR1uCQ2mT1DtvnalsAWBTQRettkLIg&oe=67542946	PERSON_PROFILE	Froyo Joe's	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,573,219	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2573494}'	No	2024-12-02 20:12	active	1952	Episode #40 Content Tonight is "Freestyle"	Tune in tonight LIVE at 9 pm EST for the TheFinalBoss podcast Thefinalbosspodcast on Facebook Instagram YouTube StreamYard and post postings on TikTok for Episode #40 which will be my first #freestyle show with Special Guest Mike Foth we are leading up to our 50th show which is going to be crazy. 100M Followers @highlight Facebook for Creators Everyone @followers #thefinalbosspodcast #thefinalboss_podcast #fypシ #fyp #staytuned #Hosting #discussion #channel #streamyard ##instagram #Youtube #Facebook #highlights #follower #followers #everyone #podcast #episode #trending #podcasting #post #Commenters https://www.youtube.com/@TheFinalBoss_podcast Want to create live streams like this? Check out StreamYard: https://streamyard.com/pal/d/5228314748125184	NO_BUTTON		Dwight Turbodillard	https://www.facebook.com/Turbodillard/	34,327	1969-12-31 18:00	No button		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468819509_1251321915920468_4594459661263039820_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=5i9WRGInKDkQ7kNvgHSvYYN&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A4-y4fUXDOjKI_IJd-S13jr&oh=00_AYAvVyrBLkwChWkQFR9fe-O3HH_0iNoSz9ncCgS48s2lrw&oe=675432C0	PERSON_PROFILE	Dwight Turbodillard	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,573,304	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-02 20:12	active	1952		🌟 Путешествие, о котором вы мечтали! 🇲🇽 9 дней незабываемого приключения по 8 штатам Мексики. ✨ Идеально для тех, кто хочет: ✅ Путешествовать в мини-группе до 16 человек. ✅ Увидеть не только популярные, но и малоизвестные места. ✅ Насладиться настоящей мексиканской кухней. ✅ Отдыхать в комфортных отелях 3* и 4* с отличными отзывами. ✅ Путешествовать с комфортом в современном микроавтобусе. ✅ Получить профессиональное сопровождение и индивидуальный подход 📍 Старт: Мехико 🏖️ Финиш: Канкун или Ривьера Майя 🚀 Когда? В феврале! Не упустите шанс открыть для себя настоящую Мексику! 📲 Свяжитесь со мной для получения подробной программы тура: WhatsApp/Telegram/Viber: +52 998 339 4110 📧 Email: info@sashainmexico.com	INSTAGRAM_MESSAGE	http://www.instagram.com/	Экскурсии в Мексике в мини-группах. Частный гид.	https://www.facebook.com/sashainmexico/	73	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message	www.instagram.com	VIDEO		http://www.instagram.com/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468907641_1595607734661801_8177100176141774615_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=J93Es5PyDbIQ7kNvgFlwIzF&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A78a2bCr1c9x-a-VXW3XCO_&oh=00_AYBKQoJJfWJLqMDoTX7ccU_jLHxBU5INjXGaYB57YRuPBQ&oe=67541806	PERSON_PROFILE	Экскурсии в Мексике в мини-группах. Частный гид.	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,573,367	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-02 20:12	active	1952	SAVE OVER $2,500!	2024 CAN-AM DEFENDER DPS HD9 WAS - $17,299 SAVE - $2,600 NOW - $14,699!!	SHOP_NOW	https://www.nextgen-powersportscl.com/inventory/20	Nextgen Powersports & Watersports	https://www.facebook.com/NextgenPowersports/	4,650	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop now	nextgen-powersportscl.com	IMAGE	New and Used Inventory of Powersport Vehicles For Sale at Nextgen Powersports. Powersport Vehicles Dealership For Sale Near You Available At Nextgen Powersports \| (715) 263-2295	https://www.nextgen-powersportscl.com/inventory/2024-can-am-defender-dps-hd9-clear-lake-wi-54005-12492145i	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468982077_1267631267606050_133205495524693469_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=LSyIJTUc2YwQ7kNvgEH4BOw&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ABxkwvLSyLyzIvwpBUHeuKv&oh=00_AYB7AF_7Pz1oknT_1GYfpCgSWAcavJQ9lum8gs0XCb7yHA&oe=67543DA6	PERSON_PROFILE	Nextgen Powersports & Watersports	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,573,343	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2573047}'	Yes	2024-12-02 20:12	active	1952	NEW Life-Giving Church \| Plan Your Visit 👉	A new church in Nashville FOR Nashville 🙌 Hey, my name is Hollis. My wife Elise and I are the lead pastors of One City Church, a new, life-giving church in the Nashville area. We would like to personally invite you and your family to join us this Sunday for church at 9:30 or 11:30am. At One City, we're all about loving God, loving people, and making a difference. Our kids team is ready for little ones. We believe that kids should have a blast at church every single week - and at One City we make this a priority. Our vision for kids ministry is that they would not only have fun, but make friends and build faith. We meet at McGavock High School 3150 McGavock Pk, Nashville, TN 37214 Click the link below to plan your visit and we'll see you Sunday! 👇	LEARN_MORE	http://fb.me/	One City Church	https://www.facebook.com/weareonecitynashville/	2,163	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	fb.me	VIDEO	Sundays at 9:30am and 11:30am.	http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468844826_3862440024027092_3675382366399796355_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=DHktrqxaOnUQ7kNvgG2v3E5&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AOibaaTDTuf-Qn_2nS4059Z&oh=00_AYDz5Ie4b5XlQi6C2tgZOk2bIZkqQVVcpJDWGsF2aNtGAw&oe=675442BA	PERSON_PROFILE	One City Church	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,573,570	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":0.991304347826087,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	No	2024-12-02 20:12	active	1952	Photo Music Ornament -🌲 Best Christmas Gift🌲	Let's make a New Tradition of Christmas🎄 Add any pic into your Ornaments🎁💗 👉 https://is.gd/9quXFf👈 Only $12.95 #musiclover #music #gifts #custom #DIY #album #CD #vintage #lover #plaque #Ornament #ChristmasDecor #ChristmasThree #PhotoOrnament #BestGift	SHOP_NOW	https://soufeel.com/products/christmas-ornaments-c	Soufeel	https://www.facebook.com/soufeeljewelryshop/	97,681	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop now	soufeel.com	VIDEO	Play Music, Relive Cherished Memories	https://soufeel.com/products/christmas-ornaments-custom-music-and-photo-play-music-relive-cherished-memories?utm_source=Facebook&utm_medium=us&utm_content=ornament&utm_term=musicornament&utm_campaign=FB-Skye&sku=18067448101741611421620845	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468620287_552919694116848_1233863188425686297_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Y-8TGgIDcAwQ7kNvgHHrDHr&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AtiJ0gZAWeS_VUPDET0ONrx&oh=00_AYASd1XHxIZNRfP3gnPQmStRxXn_-yVcRcIGhzJFSheuAQ&oe=67542040	PERSON_PROFILE	Soufeel	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,573,575	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-02 20:12	active	1952	Holiday Jazz Choirs Concert	Celebrate the holidays for FREE at the LHSOM's Holiday Jazz Choirs Concert! Watch hundreds of local K-12 musicians, university ensembles and more with us on Thursday, Dec. 5 at 7:30 p.m. in the ICCU Arena. See you there!	EVENT_RSVP	https://www.facebook.com/events/410036635379642/	University of Idaho Lionel Hampton School of Music	https://www.facebook.com/LHSOM/	2,924	1969-12-31 18:00	INTERESTED	Holiday Jazz Choirs Concert	EVENT	The University of Idaho Lionel Hampton School of Music Jazz Choirs will be joined by hundreds of local high school musicians, university student ensembles and faculty guests in a great university and community tradition, the annual Jazz Choirs Holiday Concert. Free and open to the public.	https://www.facebook.com/events/410036635379642/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469069243_891524779787571_2264515497997703819_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=sVkd3JeRPFUQ7kNvgEBPT3C&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AtiJ0gZAWeS_VUPDET0ONrx&oh=00_AYCAJ-mQ-zizXEkNWOT2nc_CY-_iUdwSROMy7BUh-Ek4Sw&oe=67544539	PERSON_PROFILE	University of Idaho Lionel Hampton School of Music	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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