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2,624,002	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2623913}'	No	2024-12-09 21:03	active	1982	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	February in Sureton City was wet. It had been drizzling throughout the day, leaving the roads damp. The cold wind brought with it the rain, making Freya Somner shiver. She held an umbrella and curled up while crouching before the entrance to the city hall. It was already 5:00 pm. Would that person come? She was worried as she thought about her grandfather, Neil Somner, who lay sick in bed. Had he finished his IV drip? Would he need to use the restroom? Had Thomas Talbot already gone home? She looked up and scanned the empty streets. The city hall would close for the day at 5:30 pm. She would just grit her teeth and wait for another half an hour, then. If that person didn't show up, she could blame him and tell Neil and Thomas that he'd stood her up. It wasn't because she didn't want to marry him or anything. Neil was sick. As a traditional medicine practitioner, he knew his time was running out. Freya was his only concern—she would be alone in the world once he passed. He'd contacted Thomas, whom he'd saved many years ago. Thomas had promised Neil that he would do everything in his power to help if Neil ever needed it. All Neil had to do was make the call. Years had passed since then, but the call had miraculously gone through. Thomas had shown up the very next day. Neil had explained the situation to him and asked Thomas to help care for Freya in the future. Thomas had generously said, "It's only natural for me to care for her. How about this—I have many grandsons, so I'll have one of them marry Fae as a way of repaying you. That way, she won't be alone." Neil had agreed, leaving Freya with no room to object. She didn't want to marry—she could take care of herself and was fine alone. She was currently staying at the dormitory her university had prepared for graduate students. She even had 2,300 a month as financial aid. Eating at the hospital's and university's cafeterias was cheap—she only needed to spend 15 a day on food. However, Neil had insisted. He felt that it was hard to predict the future, and he would only be able to rest in peace once he saw that marriage certificate. That way, he'd be able to face Freya's parents in the afterlife with no regrets. Freya's parents had died after falling off a cliff. They'd been searching for a herbal catalyst to save Thomas back in the day. It had rained that day, just as it had on this day. Freya had seen her parents' corpses entwined with one another, their hands still clutching the herbal catalyst. After her parents passed away, she and Neil depended on each other for survival. It was on that day that she'd suddenly grown up. She'd studied hard and skipped grades, sitting for her SATs at 17 years old. Then, she'd gotten into Sureton University's medical faculty, joining the seven-year integrated bachelor's and master's program. She only had two years to go before she could graduate and officially start working. Things were starting to look good. Then, Neil had been diagnosed with stomach cancer. It was taking his life away. The screeching of brakes pulled Freya out of her reverie. She looked up at the offroad vehicle before her. It was painted a military green and covered in mud, and the tires were soiled. It was clear the car had ventured through the mountains. The door opened, blocking the man's face from her view. Still, she'd gotten a glimpse of his chiseled features. His bushy brows, tall nose, and deep-set eyes formed a handsome, honest face. With the door open, all Freya could see was the army pants enveloping his long legs and the leather boots he wore. It was a cold day, yet he only wore an olive green T-shirt. He stepped away from the car. Before Freya could take a closer look at his face, he approached her, stopping before her so his boots were level with her eyes. "Are you Freya Somner?" he asked, his voice deep and somewhat daunting. "Yeah." "Let's get married, then." He turned and headed into the city hall. Chapter 2 Freya wanted to stand up, but she'd been crouching for so long that her legs had gone numb. "What's wrong?" the man asked. "My legs have gone numb." She was lifted off her feet as soon as the words were out of her mouth. An unfamiliar scent enveloped her, and she felt her face burn. The man placed her on the seat before the counter. "Get your identification." She kept her head lowered as she obediently placed the things on the counter. "Daniel Talbot," the staff said. "That's me," the man said. "Freya Somner." "Here," Freya said. She looked up at the staff. The staff looked at the identification she held, then at Freya. The latter's eyes were spirited but also carried a hint of naivety. Freya was only 22, but Daniel was already 28. He'd even carried her in. That made the staff suspect whether Freya had been forced into this. She asked, "Are you here to get married at your own will?" "Yes, I am," Freya said. "Alright, then. Fill up these forms, please." At 5:30 pm, Freya and Daniel walked out of the city hall. Freya looked down at her marriage certificate. She'd gone from being single to married once the staff stamped the certificate. She'd married a man she'd met for the first time without even dating him. The whole thing had only taken a matter of minutes. Daniel stopped and looked at her. "Where are you headed now?" She had kept her head down and hadn't been paying attention to the distance between them. She walked right into his chest. Pain spread through her, starting from her nose. Tears welled in Freya's eyes. How could his chest be as hard as a wall? She clamped a hand over her nose and looked at him tearily. "I'm going back to the hospital." He was so tall that her eyes were only level with his chest. It was incredibly muscular and looked just like the diagrams she'd seen in her medical texts. "Get in the car," he said. Freya struggled to open the door. She tugged it with all her strength, but it didn't budge. Daniel saw her from the driver's seat. He waved at her, gesturing for her to back up. Then, he opened the door from inside. "Which hospital are you going to?" he asked. "The county tumor hospital, the one at Percat Street. Thanks." Freya obediently settled in her seat. "Your seatbelt," he said. She put it on, and he started the car. She noticed that his hands and arms were tanned, with protruding veins. He oozed strength and power. Suddenly, Freya's stomach rumbled. The sound was magnified in the silent car. She instinctively held her stomach, her face turning beet red. What was wrong with her? Why did she keep embarrassing herself? Was there something about her that made her incompatible with Daniel? Her stomach continued to rumble for a while. Finally, the car stopped. Freya thought they'd arrived at the hospital and moved to open the door. Then, she looked out and said, "We're not at the hospital." Daniel had already gotten out of the car, though. He headed to a fruit store without looking back at her. Soon, he returned with a bag full of fruits. "I don't know what your grandfather likes, so I bought a little of everything." "He can't eat anything. Doctor's orders." Daniel looked at her, perhaps because she sounded too calm. Only then did Freya notice how deep-set his eyes were. There was a hint of dominance in them. "You have them, then." He placed the bag on her lap. "Have some to tide the hunger. I'm in a rush." Freya wondered whether he was showing his concern for her. A wave of warmth surged in her as she peeled a banana. It was sweet. … The nurse had just removed Neil's IV drip when Freya and Daniel arrived at the ward. Thomas took the marriage certificates from Daniel and Freya and held them before Neil. He said happily, "Look at this, Neil. They're official marriage certificates with the stamps and all. They're genuine!" Neil smiled and nodded weakly. "That's great. I won't have anything to worry about anymore." "Come closer so Neil can see you, Dan," Thomas said. Daniel stepped forward. "Hi, Grandpa." Neil's smile widened. "Hi…" He held Daniel's hand and said, "I'll leave Freya in your hands from now on. She's a softie but is stubborn on the inside. I hope you'll be more tolerant of her and take the time to explain your thoughts to her if you two ever get into an argument." Tears streamed down Freya's face when she heard this. Daniel said, "I will, Grandpa." "Don't worry, Neil. We won't mistreat Freya. Daniel has property and a car—I'll have him show Freya around his place right now. She can move in when she's free," Thomas said. Freya forgot about crying and stared at Thomas in shock when she heard that. Didn't she and Daniel only have to get married? Why did they even have to live together? "Go on, then. It's still light out, so you can see what the place is like," Neil said. Daniel and Freya headed to his place under Thomas' urging. Chapter 3 Daniel's apartment was in Sureton City's central commercial area. It was an expensive area with good infrastructure—the medical and education systems were well-established. The residential area was right next to Sureton City's largest park. Freya looked at the minimalist, almost stark apartment. The marble coffee table was covered in a layer of dust. "This is your home?" "Yeah." Daniel also saw the dust. "I don't usually stay here." That didn't make sense at all. Why would anyone not live in their own home? Freya couldn't understand it. "There's a card here that you can use to pay for the utilities." He opened a drawer in the TV cabinet to show her. "If anything needs fixing, you can speak to the management office. "I'll have someone clean up the place later. There are two rooms, so you can pick whichever one you want. Feel free to use the study as well…" Freya observed the place. It was well renovated but showed no signs of being lived in. There weren't even any plates or utensils around. "What am I to you?" she suddenly asked. "My wife." "But I feel like your mistress," she said boldly. She didn't know whether Daniel had a girlfriend or anything—perhaps he'd only married her due to Thomas' pressure. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made her wait a whole afternoon for him, only arriving right before the city hall closed for the day. "What are you getting at?" Daniel asked. "I'm fine with getting a divorce if you already have a partner—our grandfathers have seen the marriage certificates, anyway. I don't want to inadvertently end up as a homewrecker." She respected the elderly but wouldn't do anything immoral just to comply with Neil's and Thomas' wishes. Daniel understood now. "I'm single. I usually stay at the military camp in the mountains." Freya recalled his offroad vehicle and the mud on it. That, coupled with his outfit, made her realize just who he was. "I'm sorry for misunderstanding you." "It's fine. I'll take you back to the hospital now—you can move in here whenever it's convenient for you." "What about you?" she blurted. Then, she disdained herself for asking. What did his matters have to do with her? "I need to head back after this. There's an urgent mission I need to handle." That was the last thing Daniel said to her. … Shortly after Daniel left, Neil's condition took a turn for the worse, and a new semester started. Freya bustled back and forth between the university and the hospital daily. On days when Neil felt better, he could even hold Freya's hand and reminisce with her. Neither of them mentioned that rainy night, though. He kept telling her that life was long and that she had to live well independently. However, he also told her she couldn't expect to do everything herself. She had to give in occasionally. Daniel looked like a good man, and they had to communicate with each other. They had to understand each other… Neil said many things. Freya wanted to object to everything and tell him that none of that mattered. She wanted him to know that she only wanted to spend her life with him in a small town called Floriver Town. She wanted to read medical texts and pick herbs with him. However, as a doctor, she was rational enough to know there was no chance of them ever returning to that life. The reports and data she saw every day were enough to tell her that Neil's condition was deteriorating. She cried almost daily throughout that month but hid it well. Neil never noticed. One day, white clouds floated in the blue sky. Freya drew the curtains, allowing the sunlight to stream into the room. Neil was in good spirits. "The weather is so nice today, Fae. Maybe you should take me off my oxygen tube now." He sounded calm, but Freya faltered while clipping his nails. She acted like she hadn't heard him and moved on to the next finger. "I can't take it anymore, Fae. I'm on drug every day, but it still hurts so bad. I'm begging you, okay?" His plea made Freya's nose prickle. Tears rolled down her face and landed on the floor, fading within seconds. Neil was a proud and strong man who'd never begged anyone in his life. Now… It looked like she really had to let him go. She slowly shut her eyes, sounding choked up as she said, "Okay. I'll get a doctor after I'm done clipping your nails." "The weather is so nice today that I feel so much more relaxed," Neil said. He lifted a hand with difficulty to caress her head one last time. It reminded her of how he'd praised her whenever she could memorize the things she'd read in the medical texts. After Freya signed the necessary documents, the doctor removed Neil's oxygen tube. She stood by his bedside and held his hand until his body became devoid of warmth. Thomas helped her with Neil's funeral, after which he urged her to move into Daniel's apartment. Chapter 4 Two years passed in the blink of an eye. "There's no time to eat, Dr. Somner. We're being dispatched for a house call." Freya was in a hospital's emergency room. When she heard the nurse, Jade Winton, call her, she put a folder over her unfinished instant mac and cheese and left the doctor's lounge. "Where's Dr. Wood?" she asked while wearing a mask. She hurried to catch up with Jade. "He's accompanying Lena for a prenatal check. I've called him, and he's on his way." Jade grabbed a first-aid kit and an extra bag of gauze and bandages. She handed them to Freya. "What's the situation? Why do we need so many bandages and gauze?" "A luxury jewelry store was robbed. The store's staff called the police, but the robbers discovered them and took ten staff hostage. We're being dispatched to provide medical assistance," Jade said. She told Freya everything she knew, then added, "Don't be rash later. Leave everything to Dr. Wood." "Got it. Thanks, Jade." Freya's mentor, Jason Wood, arrived at the same time as Freya and Jade. He was a tall, skinny man whose hairline was receding. He'd come from a prenatal check with his wife, Lena Johnson, and had already changed into his uniform. It made him look particularly spirited. "What's the situation?" he asked as he got into the car. "A jewelry store's been robbed. The robbers are armed," Jade said. Silence descended upon the car. They didn't know what they were facing but had to go at it regardless. Medicine knew no borders, and all lives were equal in worth. They had to save lives as long as they were at risk. When Freya and the others arrived, the police had already secured the scene. A crowd consisting of spectators and staff from various media outlets gathered behind the police line, surrounding the place and making it hard for anyone to get through. Police cars and vehicles belonging to a SWAT team were parked outside the jewelry store. There were also three buses with the windows tinted black. Freya followed Jason out of the car. A man who looked like an administrator hurried over to them, looking anxious. "The robbers need a doctor in there to save their comrade. Which one of you two will go in?" Freya looked at the jewelry store. It had three floors and was a corner lot with an expansive view. A mall was behind it, which meant it probably had more than one exit. "I'll go," Jason said, dragging Freya out of her reverie. She gave him a disagreeable look. "No way. I'll go, Dr. Wood. You have parents and children to care for, and Lena's conceived with your second child. You can't go in there." "You can't, either. You're inexperienced." Jason's attitude was firm. "The situation is complicated. I'm the only one who can head in there." Freya didn't argue with him. She turned to the administrator and volunteered. "I'll go, sir. I've passed the medical board exam and can practice independently. I don't have any dependents or relatives to care for." He looked at her. She was young and so nervous that she clenched her fists, but her expression was calm. She was bold, but her courage needed some training. "You can go, then. We don't know the situation inside, so we can only act when the Falcon Strike Unit arrives. All you need to do when you get in there is to save whoever is injured. Drag things out for as long as possible while ensuring your safety and wait for help." "Understood, sir." Freya wore her medical cap and gave herself a mental pep talk. "Freya…" Jason started. "I have to gain experience since I don't have it, Dr. Wood. You have to give me a chance," she said. That was what medicine was like. One had to be bold and careful while constantly defeating one's old self. That way, one would only become a better version of oneself. Jason knew what Freya was like. She'd met various people when treating patients. When some of them criticized or insulted her, she wouldn't take it lying down. Her retorts left much to be desired, though. For instance, if a patient said she was incapable and that a doctor online had told them this and that, she would say, "I'll leave, then. You can ask your online doctor to treat you." Once, someone had shouted at her, saying she was useless. She'd clapped back, calling that person the useless one. "Do you guys have a bulletproof vest or something? Give one to her." Jason knew nothing he said would change Freya's mind. The administrator gave one of his subordinates a look. A member of the SWAT team brought a bulletproof vest over. Freya took her doctor's coat off and put the bulletproof vest on over her T-shirt. Then, she put her uniform on. Chapter 5 Jade handed Freya the first-aid kit before hanging the stethoscope from her neck. "You're just going to ignore everything I told you before we came here, aren't you? You're bound to get into trouble if you continue like this." "No one is more suitable than me, Jade," Freya said calmly. "It's not like the military region's general hospital lacks doctors. If you turn them down, they'll arrange for someone else to come." "But it's too far away. They'll take at least 30 minutes to arrive. That doesn't conform to the principles of pre-hospitalization emergency care." Jade was one of the emergency room's most experienced nurses, so she knew Freya was right. It was the only thing they could do under the circumstances. The administrator held a loudspeaker and shouted toward the store, "The doctor is coming. Open the door." A hoarse voice rang out as soon as the words were out of his mouth. "Put the first-aid kit on the ground and turn in a circle. Then, take everything out of the first-aid kit and lay them on the ground." Freya did as told. She'd just placed the final tool on the ground when the hoarse voice rang out again. "Put the things back in and come inside." Freya packed everything back. She was about to enter the store when she felt a cool breeze. Curious, she looked in the direction it had come. A helicopter was hovering in midair in one of the jewelry store's blind spots. A tall figure in camouflage slid down the rope and made a smooth landing. It happened in seconds. Freya stared at the man, finding his figure incredibly familiar. He wore a black mask, and his sharp eyes flitted past her. Then, he hid behind the wall. Another team member landed behind him. "Come in," the hoarse voice urged loudly. He sounded impatient. Freya knew she had to enter the store since these people had yet to infiltrate it. Once she understood that, she didn't hesitate to head inside. As soon as she pushed open the door, she smelled the metallic scent of blood. Suddenly, someone grabbed her by the neck and roughly dragged her inside. Then, he flung her onto the floor and commanded, "Save him." She looked at the man on the floor. His mask, shaped like a pig's head, had been thrown aside. He looked ashen while struggling to breathe and had cyanosis of the nail bed. These were all signs of a lack of oxygen. Freya checked him and concluded that he was having an asthma attack. His throat had swelled up, leading to breathing difficulties. She searched his bag while muttering, "Where's the inhaler?" Asthma patients would bring their inhalers when they were out, but she didn't find one in his bag. "What are you looking for?" a man in a mask shaped like a dog's head asked. "His inhaler," she said. "He doesn't have one. Do a cricothyrotomy on him right now." Freya was taken aback. "How are you related to him? You know how to save him?" Suddenly, he pressed a gun to her forehead. "Shut up if you don't want to die. Just do as I say!" The iciness of the metal made Freya's heart clench. Her mind went blank for a second, and she couldn't think. "Hurry up!" He kicked her shoulder. The pain made her snap to her senses. She forced herself to calm down and took a deep breath before commencing anatomical positioning and sterilization. Then, she inserted a thick injection needle into the cricothyroid membrane. The process didn't take long, and the man gradually started looking better. Suddenly, a black thing landed not far from Freya. Before she realized what it was, a few more followed. The inside of the store was quickly filled with smoke, and people started yelling. The alarm went off. Freya wanted to take advantage of the chaos to hide, but a hand wrapped around her neck. A gun was pressed to her forehead, and someone snarled, "You're coming with me." Chapter 6 The man dragged Freya to a secluded corner to hide. The cold feeling against her temple made her compliant. Her palms grew sweaty as she stood there, and she could hear her heart racing. No matter how nervous or scared she was, she could only place her faith in the Falcon Strike Unit and tightly hold the needle in her hand. A few minutes later, red lights flashed at them. The man dragged Freya out of their hiding spot. Before she could even see what was happening, she heard a muffled groan behind her. Then, there was a thump, and the robber's hand fell before her. She was still lost when a team of three surrounded her. A familiar voice said, "Take her out, Rabbit." "Roger, Falcon." This voice belonged to a woman. Rabbit, or Loren Smith, turned to Freya. "Come with me." Freya turned to look at the familiar man while following Loren out. He glanced at her while walking up the stairs, and his sharp eyes matched the ones in her memory. She asked Loren, "Is the person you called Falcon Daniel Talbot?" Loren faltered. Then, she continued walking out while observing their surroundings. She didn't respond to Freya's question, but Freya knew she was right. After leaving the jewelry store, the situation outside left no room for Freya to be pensive. She threw herself into work—the jewelry store's staff had more or less been injured. Jason was rescuing the most critically injured ones, so she had to handle those who were only bruised or scraped. The injured staff came and went as she stopped the bleeding, cleaned wounds, and bandaged them. "Freya." She looked up in the middle of stopping a patient's bleeding to see black leather boots before her. Then, she raised her head to find Daniel standing before her. She looked away and continued with her work. "Yes?" "Help me clean this up." He'd taken his mask off, his tanned face unreadable. It had been two years since they'd last seen each other. Now that they were reunited, Freya still couldn't help feeling a little scared of him. Based on what she remembered, he was a little domineering, and he spoke and acted brusquely. "I'm almost done here." She picked up the pace and recorded the time. Then, she called out to Jade, who was somewhere behind her, "I'm done with the last one, Jade. They can be sent to the hospital now." She turned back to Daniel. "Have a seat." She sterilized her hands and scanned him. There didn't seem to be any wounds on him, so she asked, "Where's your injury?" "The side of my abdomen." He lifted his shirt, revealing the bandage around his waist. Freya crouched before him, finding that the bandage had already been stained with blood. She removed it and looked at the stitches on the neat wound—it was a knife wound. He asked, "How have you been for the past two years?" "Not too bad." "I was on a mission abroad when your grandfather passed. I've only just returned." Freya faltered. Daniel was explaining why he had missed Neil's funeral. Her voice remained calm as she said, "I understand." They didn't speak anymore after that. Freya didn't ask about the wound, merely cleaning it and bandaging it again. She stood up and took off her gloves, throwing them into the medical waste bin. "You'll have to be careful with your wound for some time. It'll take longer for you to recover if you keep reopening it." "Thanks," he said. "You're welcome." Their conversation was polite and distant. "This is yours, right?" Daniel suddenly held out a sandalwood bracelet with an emerald pendant in the middle. Freya's face was carved on it—it didn't look much like her, though. It was a bracelet her father had made for her. "Yes, it is. Thanks." She reached out for it. Her fingers brushed against his palm as she took the bracelet from him, making her heart skip a beat. She immediately retracted her hand. "I'm leaving." Daniel stood up. He straightened his shirt and returned to his unit. Freya watched as the helicopter started up. The blades spun, lifting the aircraft into the air. Then, it flew away. "Let's go, Dr. Somner. We're taking a police car back," Jade called. Freya snapped to her senses. The helicopter was no longer in sight. All that was left was a vortex cloud left from its tail. She tightened her grip on the bracelet and packed everything up. Then, she ran to Jade with the first-aid kit and medical waste bag in hand. … After the incident, Jason requested that she be placed under counseling and given a month off. Freya returned to work after only three days at home, though. "Go home and rest," he said. "I need to do something with my hands, Dr. Wood." Jason pressed a hand to his forehead and threw her a pair of gloves. "Go to the debridement room and change the dressing for the patients there. You're not allowed to go on house calls or dispatches in the future." "Why?" Freya didn't get it.	LEARN_MORE	https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=15224&ut	Random Reading	https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/	323	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	beokn.com	DCO		https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=15224&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465249817_520746214095774_6444994746307294846_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=HosyQ4otD04Q7kNvgHWuHR6&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A-gIF6CybdwOSqsPdIw3JPt&oh=00_AYD8k7TG-UCEqK9kzidzn5mnLOrZivKtRJf6FIKYrLWfkA&oe=675D7E2B	PERSON_PROFILE	Random Reading	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,623,729	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2623762}'	No	2024-12-09 19:36	active	1981	Touchdown! NFL Ridge Wallet is here.	It’s Game Day, Everyday. Elevate your fandom with NFL Ridge Wallets. Available in all 32 teams. 🔐 RFID Security 🛡️ Lifetime Guarantee 📍 AirTag Tracking Option 🗓️ 99 Day Risk-Free Trial ⭐ Over 100,000 5-Star Reviews Shop Now.	SHOP_NOW	https://ridge.com/collections/nfl?amp_generaledc	The Ridge	https://www.facebook.com/ridge/	312,859	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	ridge.com	DCO	Officially Licensed NFL Collection	https://ridge.com/collections/nfl?amp_generaledc	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469901740_548689548145349_5565894047407707807_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=KbgVwnOHB_YQ7kNvgFNpL9M&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A1AzfkaC18gtUpCW6nPzj9P&oh=00_AYAJ5vvQCSuvjNaWbKmg4Lc2WKnIKeMf11mp0BXhBMQBAg&oe=675D653F	PERSON_PROFILE	The Ridge	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,626,796	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-10 04:54	active	1984		🏈 One Day Left To Enter This #Giveaway for our Jacksonville Fam! 🏈 We’re giving TWO LUCKY WINNERS 4 tickets each to the Jax vs NY All-Inclusive Tailgate Experience on December 15th in Jacksonville, FL. This All-Inclusive Pre-Game Tailgate includes Open Bar, Unlimited Food, and Celebrity and Athlete hosts with 900+ fans, valued at $260. How to enter: 🏈 Like this post ❤️ 🏈 Follow @drinkjove 🏈 Tag three friends you’ll take with you to the All-Inclusive Pre-Game Tailgate Bonus Entry: Share this post in your story and tag us! Prizes: 🏈 1 Case of Jovē Water 🏈 4 tickets to the All-Inclusive Pre-Game Tailgate #GIVEAWAY closes 12/10/2024 at 11:59pm EST. The winner will be notified via DM using the Jove Water IG account and have 48 hours to claim their prize. This Giveaway is only open to legal residents of, and located in, the 48 contiguous states of the continental United States or the District of Columbia only. Must be 18+. No purchase is necessary to enter to win. This giveaway is not sponsored, endorsed, associated or administered by, or associated with Instagram or Facebook. This giveaway does NOT include tickets to the NFL game and does NOT include any travel, transportation, or monetary compensation. #Jacksonville #Tailgate #football #drinkjovē #Water	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/drinkjove	Jove Water	https://www.facebook.com/DrinkJove/	2,442	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	VIDEO		http://instagram.com/drinkjove	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469609060_476949708304766_4067934727129553784_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=EXSo6gAyTowQ7kNvgFLYglg&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AdiGsLQUdDKuWOwlB5-r_A_&oh=00_AYB5WrgUgtaEihs2bGk46bfiOavXX3P1CD6MSc9N-FUdLA&oe=675DF659	PERSON_PROFILE	Jove Water	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,624,897	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2623933}'	No	2024-12-09 21:03	active	1982	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	"I, Barrett Warren, vow with my life that I'll take no concubine! Carissa Sinclair shall be my one and only!" These were the words that convinced Carissa Sinclair, the daughter of general, to hide her martial talents and forsake her promising future to marry into the crumbling Warren family. Even on their wedding night, when Barrett was abruptly summoned to the battlefield, Carissa never complained. She used her dowry to support the struggling Warren household, waiting faithfully for his return. But she never imagined that when Barrett finally returned, the first thing he would do was marrying his new love... --- At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage to Aurora." he said, his voice steady, " She will be joining our household. There's no question about it." Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Fell in love? Huh, looks like he is determined in breaking the vow he made a year ago... Carissa's soft smile wiped off by a mocking one, she had once believed Barrett’s victory would earn him a higher rank, freeing her from the burden of supporting the Warren household with her dowry. Yet instead, in exchange for his victory, he only asked the king for another woman's hand, and now he even dared to silence her with his so-called 'glorified victory'... Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and Aurora is amicable. Mother liked her a lot upon seeing her, even her health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please be generous enough to welcome Aurora." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them." Barrett interrupted, "You're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her. Also rest assured. Mother has promised me that Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things." “Oh, that's what you and mother think I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa couldn't help but laughing. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left in the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowry and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high...	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2,625,649	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2625734}'	Yes	2024-12-09 21:03	active	1982	2020 Ford F250 Super Duty Crew Cab Christmas Sale	🎅🏼 MERRY 🎄 it’s our year end “Clearance Sale”❤️❤️❤️ at “THE AUTO LOT”location: 3809 Plaza Way, Kennewick WA 99338. www.autolotnw.com We deliver to Seattle, Spokane, & Portland. ✅150 choose from ✅rates starting 5.99%✅9.9% first-time buyer✅We work with over 50 banks✅5 Star Service⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐✅Quality cars & trucks ✅We Take Trades & pay top dollar.Call: 509-783-0888 Amazing financing programs🔥👍*All finance offers are based on approved credit. Plus tax, title, license, and a negotiable $200 dealership documentation fee🔥🔥🔥	MESSAGE_PAGE		The Auto Lot	https://www.facebook.com/TheAutoLotNW/	14,619	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469927219_571153195671082_1373546435759046275_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=sKgAgQPBf8YQ7kNvgGzZ1mm&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ANNtKWVd434UApMX_mJBnmM&oh=00_AYCT4OD7rK6KX00JhCiAZs7yBSABUZzvTalap7GYSyVFJw&oe=675D6E35	PERSON_PROFILE	The Auto Lot	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,628,126	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-10 16:44	active	1985	The Clean Gift Everyone Will Love – 40% Off!	Treat your favorite giftees—or yourself—to the gift of toxin-free cleaning & germ protection with 40% off Bundles.🎁	SHOP_NOW	https://www.forceofnatureclean.com/lp-perfect-gift	Force of Nature	https://www.facebook.com/forceofnatureclean/	38,940	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop now	www.forceofnatureclean.com	VIDEO		https://www.forceofnatureclean.com/lp-perfect-gift/?cc=START40&utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=paid-social&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}_{{adset.id}}_{{ad.id}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469921217_1103417904553490_7015936311198687077_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=09W9bPGWYL4Q7kNvgFAy8tl&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Aq3-WRllYxzcMaZuflltFGc&oh=00_AYC9UD33vJpH_zE0fwFjUx7GdmYOCFeyeAdfp4FQmxvTyg&oe=675E8A28	PERSON_PROFILE	Force of Nature	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,628,556	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2628703}'	Yes	2024-12-10 16:47	active	1985		GB Con makes it’s debut in Springfield MA on April 13th. We have an amazing lineup of vendors along with some of today’s hottest Voice Actors. We have a wide variety of vendors ranging from TCG Cards, Funkos,Art, Video Games,Horror collectibles and so much more. We also provide a unique opportunity for you to meet some talented Voice Actors such as Chuck Hubert and David Vincent who are both signed up to be in attendance. For more information and to see who else will be attending the expo please click the link below and check out our website. Thank you https://gonebrokecon.com 📅 Sunday April 13th ⏰ 10am-3pm VIP 9am 💰 $20 regular Admission , $35 VIP Kids 6 and Under are FREE 📍1277 Main St Springfield MA	MESSAGE_PAGE		Gone Broke	https://www.facebook.com/100094695841095/	508	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469595789_1640970246453999_4942017675402764069_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=_SU4kyn40skQ7kNvgHMLJPC&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AOW9l16Td57OpSmnTS008E-&oh=00_AYDGa-5PL5hhjfIqQIaK5w1sswC0Vz8J63buzfAGaoHA3w&oe=675E79D2	PERSON_PROFILE	Gone Broke	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,624,621	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2624278}'	No	2024-12-09 21:03	active	1982	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	“Strip.” The one who commanded me was the very man I had loved. “Didn't you hear me? I said strip.” My husband, Caleb repeated, a smirk on his li-ps. I lowered my head, my hands trembling. Tears gathered at the corner of my eyes as I gingerly stepped backwards, subconsciously trying to run away. “Stop her and help her remove her clothes if she doesn't want to do it herself.” Caleb said to the security guards who stood behind me. They came forward and held me by my arms, twisting it to my back and forcing me to kneeel down. “Why?” I asked, “Why are you doing this to me?” My throat constricted. “Why?” Caleb tilted his head, “You were the one who forced my grandfather to make me get married to you. If it was for you, I would have gotten married to Emily. Now, you have to face the consequences of what you did!” Caleb said hatefully and forcefully raised my chin up, motioning for a man to bring over a bottle of wine. My eyes widened as I realized what he wanted to do. “Caleb, please, you know I can't drink that. I beg you, please let me go. Please.” I begged, but it was to no avail. My vision blurred as I choked, gasping for air in between sobs. “Wasn't that good enough?” Caleb questioned, “Now that wasn't so bad after all.” “Caleb… You…” I began coughing, my eyes were getting blurry, it was hard to see their faces. A sharp pain went through my stomach and I gasped. My baby... “C… Caleb… My… my stomach. It hurts.” I gasped again as the pain spread to my spine. I thought I saw a flicker of panic in his eyes, but I was deluding myself. Caleb didn't care, he had never cared. But I still needed help, the pain was almost unbearable now. “No. No!” I cried out as I realized exactly what was happening. I looked back at Caleb who knew that I was having a miscar-riage, I thought he would help me even upon seeing that. But once again, I was wrong. He stepped back, looking at the blood in disgust. Then the world turned black. --------- “Ah!” I gasped, shaking awake. “You shouldn't move like that, you'll open your stitches.”The one with shorter hair and gold rimmed glasses said to me. “It’s...you..” I stammered, all the cells in my body were screaming. Zade Silver, my ex boyfriend.	LEARN_MORE	https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=15016&u	Random Reading	https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/	323	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	redtgb.com	DCO		https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=15016&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464386892_875816577950735_1493325207616159379_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=0ijWVnBl39MQ7kNvgElNURv&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AZsGA-umUwjLHfIlaoFmXL6&oh=00_AYDH0tqDxFIvqy8OGIaIQEUc1cLhBEN045PWZeNCwZuFng&oe=675D5B9D	PERSON_PROFILE	Random Reading	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,624,105	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-09 21:03	active	1982	Cliquez ici pour en savoir plus👉👉	"Elle a signé les papiers du divorce et est partie sans prendre son téléphone. Il a vérifié son téléphone et s'est effondré en lisant le message : S'il vous plaît, venez demain pour un autre contrôle de soins prénatals ! ===== Chapitre 1 Retour de l'ex-petite amie Raegan Hayes avait l'esprit un peu ailleurs à ce moment-là. Depuis cet après-midi, elle ne pensait qu'aux paroles du médecin. « Félicitations ! Vous êtes enceinte. » Soudain, Mitchel Dixon l'a pincée fermement dans le bras. La seconde d'après, sa voix grave a retenti. « Reviens sur terre. À quoi penses-tu ? » Avant qu'elle ne puisse répondre, Mitchel a posé un bisou sur le front de Raegan après lui avoir tenu affectueusement l'arrière de la tête. Puis il s'est dirigé vers la salle de bain. Raegan était immobile dans le lit massif. Elle fixait le plafond, elle se sentait à la fois molle et fatiguée. Au bout d'un moment, elle a sorti le rapport de test de grossesse du tiroir de la table de nuit. Raegan s'était rendue à l'hôpital pour des douleurs abdominales constantes. Après un test, le médecin lui avait annoncé qu'elle était enceinte de presque cinq semaines ! C'était un choc pour elle. Après s'être creusé la tête, elle a retracé le moment de la conception. Il s'est avéré que c'était le mois dernier après une fête. Mitchel l'avait raccompagnée à la maison et lui avait soudain demandé à la porte si elle était dans sa période de sécurité. Maintenant, elle s'est rendu compte que cette période était loin d'être sûre ! Le clapotis de l'eau venait de la salle de bain où se trouvait Mitchel, son mari. Ils étaient mariés en secret depuis deux ans. Il était son supérieur au travail, le président du Groupe Dixon. Tout s'était passé si vite. Elle était une nouvelle venue de l'entreprise quand ils avaient passé une nuit pour la première fois par inadvertance après une fête. Quelques jours plus tard, le grand-père de Mitchell était tombé gravement malade. C'était à ce moment-là qu'il avait proposé un mariage blanc pour réaliser le dernier souhait de son grand-père. Ils avaient signé un contrat de mariage dans lequel ils convenaient de cacher leur mariage au public. Leur union pouvait être dissoute à tout moment. C'était une chose peu conventionnelle. Mais Raegan s'estimait chanceuse à ce moment-là. Jamais elle n'aurait pensé qu'elle épouserait un jour l'homme pour lequel elle avait le béguin depuis huit ans. Elle avait donc accepté avec joie. Après leur mariage, Mitchel était tellement occupé qu'il passait la plupart de son temps à travailler. Raegan souhaitait pouvoir passer plus de temps avec lui à la maison. Mais elle était rassurée, car au cours des deux dernières années, il n'y avait pas eu de rumeurs ou de scandales le concernant avec des femmes. À part sa légère indifférence, Mitchel était un mari parfait. Raegan avait des sentiments mitigés en regardant le résultat du test de grossesse. Finalement, elle a décidé de dire la vérité à Mitchel. Elle voulait aussi lui dire que ce n'était pas la première fois qu'elle entendait parler de lui il y a deux ans et qu'elle avait déjà eu le béguin pour lui depuis bien des années. La douche dans la salle de bain s'est finalement arrêtée. À peine Mitchel en était-il sorti que son téléphone a sonné. Vêtu seulement d'une serviette de bain, il est allé sur le balcon et a décroché le téléphone. Raegan a regardé l'heure et a constaté qu'il était déjà minuit. Elle s'est sentie un peu mal à l'aise. Qui appellerait Mitchel à cette heure indue ? Mitchel a passé quelques minutes sur le balcon. Ensuite, il est retourné dans la chambre et s'est débarrassé de la serviette de bain. Sa silhouette était un beau spectacle. Ce n'était pas la première fois que Raegan le voyait comme ça. Néanmoins, elle rougissait encore et son cœur commençait à s'emballer à ce moment-là. Mitchel, inconscient des yeux errants posés sur lui, a ramassé sa chemise et son pantalon de costume sur le lit. Il les a enfilés puis a noué sa cravate avec ses doigts fins. Son joli visage aux contours bien définis le rendait encore plus digne ce soir. « Ne m'attends pas. Bonne nuit », a-t-il finalement dit. Quoi ? Il était sur le point de sortir ? À cette heure-là ? La poigne de Raegan sur le résultat du test de grossesse s'est renforcée alors qu'elle le fixait, déçue. Inconsciemment, elle s'est un peu retirée et, après avoir réfléchi un moment, a éclaté : « Il se fait déjà si tard. » Les doigts de Mitchell se sont figés sur sa cravate. Avec un léger sourire, il lui a pincé le lobe de l'oreille et l'a taquinée : « Tu n'es pas encore fatiguée ? On continue ? » Quand Raegan a entendu ça, elle est devenue rouge jusqu'à la racine des cheveux, son cœur battant à tout rompre. Elle allait dire quelque chose quand Mitchel l'a lâchée et a dit : « Repose-toi, d'accord ? J'ai quelque chose à faire. Ne m'attends pas. » Sur ce, il s'est dirigé vers la porte. « Mitchel. » Raegan a rapidement couru et l'a rattrapé. Mitchel s'est retourné et l'a regardée sérieusement. « Qu'est-ce qu'il y a ? » Il y avait un soupçon de froid dans sa voix. Un nuage glacé planait au-dessus d'eux alors qu'ils se fixaient l'un l'autre. Un peu désespérée, Raegan a demandé d'une voix douce : « Je veux aller voir ma grand-mère demain. Peux-tu m'y accompagner ? » Frêle et malade, sa grand-mère voulait toujours la voir. Par conséquent, Raegan voulait y emmener Mitchel pour assurer à sa grand-mère qu'ils étaient heureux. « Parlons-en demain, d'accord ? » Sans accepter ni refuser, Mitchel s'en est allé précipitamment. Beaucoup de pensées traversaient l'esprit de Raegan pendant qu'elle a pris sa douche et s'est remise au lit. Elle ne pouvait pas fermer l'œil. Après s'être retournée longtemps, elle est sortie du lit et s'est fait un verre de lait chaud. Quelques notifications de blogs en ligne sont arrivées sur son téléphone. Mais elle ne s'y intéressait pas. Elle s'apprêtait à les balayer du revers de la main quand l'une d'entre elles a attiré son attention. Le nom familier l'a incitée à cliquer dessus. Le message disait : « La célèbre designer Lauren Murray a été aperçue plus tôt aujourd'hui à l'aéroport avec son mystérieux petit ami. » Sur la photo, Lauren portait un chapeau à godets. La silhouette de l'homme était vague, mais le contour de son corps suffisait à montrer qu'il était fringant. Raegan a zoomé sur l'image. La seconde d'après, son cœur a chuté. Mitchel était l'homme sur la photo ! Il avait donc annulé la réunion de l'après-midi juste pour aller chercher son ex-petite amie à l'aéroport ? Cette prise de conscience s'est installée comme un rocher dans les tripes de Raegan, la mettant dans tous ses états. Ses mains tremblaient. Inconsciemment, elle a composé le numéro de Mitchel. La tonalité l'a ramenée à la raison. Au moment où elle allait raccrocher, la connexion a été établie et une voix s'est fait entendre à l'autre bout. « Salut ! » C'était une voix de femme particulièrement douce. Raegan s'est figée pendant une seconde, puis a jeté le téléphone. Soudain, elle s'est sentie mal à l'aise dans son estomac. La bile lui est montée à la gorge. Elle s'est couvert la bouche, a couru dans la salle de bain et a vomi dans la cuvette des toilettes. Le lendemain matin, Raegan est partie travailler à l'heure. Mitchel avait essayé de la convaincre d'arrêter de travailler après leur mariage. Têtue, elle avait insisté pour gagner son propre argent. Mitchel ne s'était pas opposé à sa décision, mais il lui avait demandé de travailler comme son assistante et de l'aider dans ses tâches quotidiennes. L'assistant principal, Matteo Jenkins, devait s'occuper des grandes affaires de Mitchel. Matteo était le seul employé du Groupe Dixon à être au courant de leur mariage. Depuis les débuts, seuls des assistants masculins étaient embauchés pour le bureau du président. Reagan était la première et la seule femme dont l'embauche n'était pas conforme au protocole. Par conséquent, les autres employés ne pouvaient s'empêcher de se demander si elle avait une relation avec Mitchel. Il leur avait fallu un certain temps pour se rendre compte que Mitchel n'avait jamais accordé de traitement de faveur à Raegan. Étrangement, cela les avait poussés à la mépriser encore plus. Après tout, personne ne tiendrait longtemps s'il profitait de son apparence. Donc, on pensait que Raegan ne pourrait garder longtemps son emploi. À ce moment-là, l'un des collègues de Raegan lui a remis un document et lui a ordonné de l'apporter au bureau de Mitchel. Celui-ci n'était pas rentré à la maison la nuit dernière. Raegan était si inquiète qu'elle n'était pas arrivée à s'endormir. Tout ce à quoi elle pensait, c'était la femme qui avait répondu à son téléphone quand elle avait appelé Mitchel. Est-ce que Mitchel avait passé la nuit avec cette femme ? Raegan connaissait déjà la réponse à cette question, mais elle continuait à la nier. Elle avait du mal à se faire à cette réalité. Raegan a essayé maintenant de rester calme. Elle pensait que quoi qu'il arrive, elle méritait un résultat qui la récompenserait pour toutes les années qu'elle avait passées à aimer Mitchel. Tout cela ne pouvait pas être en vain, n'est-ce pas ? Tranquillement, elle a appuyé sur le bouton de l'ascenseur et est montée jusqu'au bureau du président. Avant de sortir de l'ascenseur, elle a lissé ses cheveux pour s'assurer qu'elle avait l'air bien. Devant le bureau, elle a constaté que la porte était entrouverte. Une voix d'homme a retenti. Elle s'est immédiatement arrêtée. « Allez, mec ! As-tu des sentiments pour Raegan ou non ? » La voix appartenait à Luis Stevens, un ami d'enfance de Mitchel. « Qu'est-ce que tu veux dire exactement ? », a demandé Mitchel d'une voix froide. « Tu sais exactement ce que je veux dire ! » Luis a claqué sa langue avec impatience et a ajouté : « Je trouve que Raegan est une bonne fille. Elle n'est pas ton genre ? » « Tu veux que je te la donne ? », a demandé négligemment Mitchel. « Tu sais quoi, laisse tomber ! » Le rire méprisant de Luis sonnait particulièrement dur aux oreilles de Raegan. Ils parlaient d'elle comme si elle était un objet. Raegan a pris une grande inspiration et a tenu le document plus fermement dans sa main. Peu après, la voix de Luis s'est à nouveau fait entendre. « Au fait, j'ai vu ce matin les nouvelles du potin sur le mystérieux petit-ami de Lauren. C'était toi, n'est-ce pas ? » « Oui. » « Tiens, tiens, tiens ! Cette femme a toujours joué avec toi. Tu veux toujours lui plaire. » Luis a soupiré et a continué à taquiner Mitchel. « Vous avez passé la nuit ensemble. Comme le dit le vieil adage, l'absence rend le cœur plus tendre. Dis-moi, est-ce que vous avez... » Leur conversation a été comme un coup de tonnerre qui s'est abattu sur la tête de Raegan. Son visage est devenu pâle et son corps était froid comme de la glace. Lauren et Mitchel avaient passé la nuit ensemble ! L'absence rend le cœur plus tendre ! Chaque mot lui plantait un couteau dans le cœur. Plusieurs voix chuchotantes remplissaient sa tête à ce moment-là. Soudain, elle s'est sentie étourdie. Sa vision s'est brouillée. Elle s'est accrochée au mur et a fait un pas en arrière. Soudain, la porte s'est ouverte de l'intérieur. « Raegan ? » Chapitre 2 L'amour à sens unique C'était Luis qui a ouvert la porte. Il semblait qu'il était sur le point de sortir. Les mains serrées, Raegan s'est tournée vers lui et a hoché la tête. « Bonjour, M. Stevens. » Sans attendre qu'il lui rende son salut, elle est passée devant lui et est entrée dans le bureau avec le document. Mitchel, assis derrière un grand bureau luxueux, était particulièrement beau dans son costume de luxe et sa cravate assortie. Raegan a remarqué que ce n'était pas le même costume qu'il avait porté lorsqu'il avait quitté la maison la nuit dernière. Comment s'était-il changé ? Les yeux baissés, elle a ravalé cette question et a dit à la place : « M. Dixon, ça vient du Service marketing. Veuillez le signer. » Mitchel était inexpressif lorsqu'il a signé le document d'un seul regard. Raegan est sortie par la porte dès qu'il lui a rendu le document. Luis se tenait toujours sur le seuil. Ce n'était que lorsqu'elle a disparu de la vue que Luis s'est tourné vers Mitchel et a dit d'un ton étouffé : « Tu crois qu'elle nous a entendus ? » Les yeux de Mitchel étaient inexpressifs à ce moment-là. De toute évidence, il ne prêtait pas attention à ce que disait Luis. Pour Mitchel, Raegan avait toujours été docile et n'avait jamais été jalouse de personne. Son obéissance stricte était tout ce que Mitchel exigeait d'elle s'il voulait bien la traiter. Dans l'ascenseur, Raegan a retenu son souffle pour retenir ses larmes. Malheureusement, cela n'a pas fonctionné. Elle avait pensé que deux ans suffiraient à Mitchel pour comprendre à quel point elle l'aimait et lui rendre la pareille. Or, il s'est avéré que ce n'était qu'une chimère. Elle s'est rendu compte qu'elle jouerait toujours les seconds violons face à Lauren, le véritable amour de Mitchel. Reagan a séché ses larmes quand l'ascenseur s'est arrêté. À l'exception de son visage pâle, elle avait l'air normal lorsque les portes se sont ouvertes. Elle s'est traînée jusqu'à la salle de repos, où elle a voulu se faire une tasse de thé. À l'intérieur, plusieurs employés discutaient. « Les gars, vous avez entendu ? Lauren Murray est de retour. » « Et qui est-ce ? » « Oh, mon Dieu ! Vous ne la connaissez pas ? Lauren est l'héritière du Groupe Murray et une styliste de classe mondiale. Mais surtout, elle est la seule petite amie que M. Dixon ait jamais montrée en public. Elle est son premier amour ! » « Pourquoi son retour est-il si important ? On dit qu'il y a une liaison entre M. Dixon et Raegan, n'est-ce pas ? » « Raegan ? Elle est probablement l'un de ses nombreux jouets. M. Dixon n'a jamais avoué qu'il était en couple avec elle. Et ce n'est pas une surprise pour moi. Après tout, regardez-la. Elle n'est même pas particulièrement belle. Pourtant, elle se comporte comme si elle était déjà Mme Dixon. » Debout devant la porte, Raegan souriait avec autodérision en les écoutant. Il s'est avéré que tout le monde, sauf elle, voyait la vérité. L'amour était à sens unique. « Ha-ha, Mme Dixon s'est-elle enfin réveillée de son rêve sauvage ? » Une voix moqueuse est soudain venue de derrière. Raegan s'est retournée et a vu Tessa Lloyd, la cousine de Mitchel, qui la méprisait toujours. Tessa devait aussi avoir entendu les commérages des employés. La dernière chose que Raegan voulait faire maintenant était de se disputer avec Tessa dans l'entreprise. Elle s'est tournée pour partir, mais Tessa lui a bloqué le chemin. Une tasse de café à la main, Tessa a dit sarcastiquement : « Lauren est de retour maintenant. Tu crois que Mitchel va encore t'accorder de l'attention ? » Raegan n'a rien dit. Quelques secondes plus tard, Tessa a continué sa moquerie. « J'ai entendu dire que tu étais plutôt habile quand il s'agit de communiquer avec les hommes. Et si je te présentais à quelques hommes ? Ils auraient vraiment besoin de tes services. » Raegan a serré les poings et a dit froidement : « Mme Lloyd, nous sommes dans l'entreprise. Prends garde à ce que tu dis. Ne sois pas si impolie. » « Tu... » Sur ce, le visage de Tessa a changé. La seconde d'après, elle a levé la main et a vidé la tasse de café chaud sur Raegan. Cette dernière n'a pas pensé une seconde que Tessa fasse quelque chose d'aussi fou. Elle a levé les bras juste pour bloquer le liquide chaud contre son visage. En un rien de temps, le café lui a brûlé le bras et sa peau est devenue rouge. « Aïe ! » Raegan a froncé les sourcils de douleur. « Pourquoi as-tu fait ça ? As-tu perdu la tête ? » C'était la pause déjeuner et de nombreux employés assistaient au drame. Tessa était encore plus complaisante en voyant les badauds de plus en plus nombreux. Elle a pris un air de méchante fille en lui disant : « Qu'est-ce qui te rend si suffisante tous les jours, hein ? Tu penses sérieusement que les autres ne savent pas que tu n'es qu'une orpheline sans parents ? Espèce de... » Soudain, un bruit aigu a retenti. Tessa a été réduite au silence par une gifle retentissante. Sa mâchoire est tombée sur le sol. Elle ne s'était pas attendue à ce que Raegan, qui était si calme et timide, la gifle. Tessa s'est tenu la joue et a regardé dans le vide pendant un moment avant de balbutier : « Tu... Tu m'as frappée ? Comment oses-tu ! » Raegan l'a regardée et a répondu : « Oui, je l'ai fait ! Il semble qu'il faille t'enseigner la simple politesse. » En fait, Raegan avait perdu ses parents alors qu'elle n'était encore qu'une enfant. Mais cela ne voulait pas dire qu'elle laisserait quelqu'un l'ignorer pour cela. Des rides sont apparues sur le visage de Tessa alors qu'elle a froncé les sourcils avec colère. En tant que cousine de Mitchell, elle était habituée à être flattée et respectée. C'était la première fois qu'on la traitait ainsi. Tessa s'est jetée sur Raegan comme un taureau en colère et a levé la main pour répondre à la gifle. Cette fois, Raegan était parfaitement préparée à ce qui l'attendait. Elle a saisi le poignet de Tessa si fort que cette dernière ne pouvait plus bouger d'un pouce. Tessa était plus petite que Raegan. Par conséquent, Tessa s'est débattue comme une pieuvre coincée par l'un de ses tentacules dans un piège à poissons. Tessa a juré avec colère : « Comment oses-tu me blesser ? Pour qui te prends-tu ? Tu n'es rien d'autre que le jouet de Mitchell ! » Ces mots durs ont attiré davantage de monde dans la salle de repos. « Ça suffit maintenant ! » Sans crier gare, un baryton est arrivé par derrière. Mitchel avait quitté son bureau et était tombé sur ce charivari. Toute la salle est devenue silencieuse. « Mitchel ? » Le sang de Tessa s'est glacé lorsqu'elle a vu Mitchel. Elle avait toujours peur de son cousin. Même sa mère l'avait mise en garde contre le fait de le provoquer. Mais quand elle s'est souvenue que Raegan l'avait giflée, elle a pris un air compatissant et a sangloté. « Mitchel, regarde mon visage. Elle m'a giflée. » La lumière du soleil de l'extérieur tombait sur le joli visage de Mitchell. Raegan s'est sentie si triste tout à coup et a baissé la tête pour regarder le dos de son bras ébouillanté par le café. Leurs regards se sont rencontrés en l'air. Avec un profond froncement de sourcils, Mitchel a regardé Raegan et a dit : « Raegan, as-tu oublié les règles de l'entreprise ? » Son impitoyabilité a coupé la respiration de Raegan. Elle ne pouvait pas en croire ses oreilles. Personne n'osait émettre le moindre son à cet instant. Raegan s'est contentée de rester droite, avec sa silhouette élancée. Lorsqu'elle avait été embauchée là, Mitchel lui avait dit que le Groupe Dixon n'était pas un endroit où elle pouvait faire des bêtises et qu'il ne tolérerait pas qu'elle fasse des erreurs. Raegan pouvait comprendre pourquoi il défendait cette position. Mais à ce moment-là, elle voulait absolument savoir si Mitchel avait entendu les mots durs avec lesquels Tessa l'avait réprimandée, ou s'il faisait juste semblant de ne pas les avoir entendus parce qu'il était d'accord avec ces mots. La considérait-il vraiment comme un outil pour son plaisir ? Effrayée par la rage de Mitchel, la foule s'est rapidement dispersée. Quelques employés ont osé épier de loin, ne voulant pas manquer le bon spectacle. Les yeux froids de Mitchel faisaient frissonner Raegan de la tête aux pieds. Raegan s'est pincé la paume de la main pour réprimer ses sentiments tout en regardant Tessa. « Je suis désolée, Mme Lloyd. En tant qu'employée du Groupe Dixon, j'ai eu tort de te frapper. » Tessa a regardé Raegan et a levé le menton avec suffisance. « Humph ! Ne crois pas que tu vas t'en sortir avec une simple excuse. Je ne crois pas... » « La gifle n'a rien à voir avec l'entreprise. Personnellement, je refuse de m'excuser auprès de toi », a ajouté Raegan. Puis elle est passée à côté de Mitchel sans lui accorder un regard de plus. « Toi ! » Le visage de Tessa est devenu bleu quand elle a entendu ce que Raegan a dit. Durant toutes les années de sa vie, elle n'avait jamais été humiliée de la sorte. Elle avait toujours été la tyranne, pas la victime ! L'humiliation était si grande que mettre Raegan en pièces maintenant n'apaiserait pas sa colère. Pointant du doigt Raegan, Tessa s'est écriée : « Mitchel, tu as entendu ce que cette femme vient de dire ? Elle m'a giflée et pourtant elle est toujours aussi arrogante. Rappelle-la. Je dois la gifler jusqu'à ce qu'elle crie grâce ! » Mitchel, qui fixait le dos fin de Raegan, avait à ce moment-là une expression ambiguë. « Ça suffit ! », a-t-il dit froidement en levant la main. Vivant le drame et respirant la cruauté, Tessa ne pensait pas que Mitchel ait un faible pour Raegan à ce moment-là. Elle supposait que Mitchel ne s'intéressait pas du tout à Raegan. Tessa a grincé des dents et a dit méchamment : « La prochaine fois, je trouverai quelqu'un pour lui donner une leçon. » « Tessa ! » Le ton froid, Mitchel a plissé les yeux. Tessa a tremblé instantanément. Avec un air sombre, Mitchel a dit : « Je ne le dirai qu'une seule fois. Oublie ce qui s'est passé ici aujourd'hui. Laisse Raegan tranquille. » L'aura qu'il dégageait a laissé la langue de Tessa sèche. Toutes les idées malveillantes qu'elle avait en réserve contre Raegan ont disparu en un clin d'œil. Elle a balbutié : « Ok... Ok, j'ai compris... » Mitchel lui a lancé un regard froid et s'est adressé à Matteo. « Les gens sans importance n'ont plus accès ici à partir d'aujourd'hui. » Les agents de sécurité ont alors mise Tessa dehors. Ils n'ont eu aucune pitié pour elle. Son combat était inutile. Pendant ce temps, Raegan s'est changée après être retournée à son bureau. Elle avait le cœur plein de tristesse en pensant à la façon dont Mitchel l'avait regardée quelques minutes auparavant. L'heure de la fermeture a bientôt sonné. Raegan a pris son sac et s'est dirigée vers la sortie. Mais Matteo l'a arrêtée. Il lui a dit : « M. Dixon a quelque chose d'urgent à régler, alors il m'a demandé de vous raccompagner chez vous. » Raegan a refusé le trajet sans réfléchir longtemps. Avant, elle était aveugle, mais maintenant, elle voyait clair dans la situation. Aux yeux de Mitchell, elle n'était qu'une moins que rien. Comment Mitchel pouvait-il accepter de l'accompagner chez sa grand-mère alors qu'il ne s'intéressait même pas à elle ? Lorsqu'elle est arrivée à l'hôpital, Raegan a vu que l'infirmière était en train de donner le dîner à sa grand-mère. Raegan s'est chargée de la tâche et l'a fait elle-même. Toute sa vie, sa grand-mère avait vécu à la campagne, jouissant d'une vie tranquille. Tout avait changé le mois dernier lorsqu'un examen de routine avait révélé que quelque chose n'allait pas avec son pancréas. Raegan avait insisté pour qu'elle soit emmenée en ville pour un meilleur traitement. La vieille femme ne savait pas qu'elle s'était mariée avec Mitchel. Raegan avait prévu de la surprendre aujourd'hui. Mais il s'est avéré que ce n'était plus nécessaire. Raegan a attendu que sa grand-mère s'endorme avant de partir. Elle est sortie de l'hôpital et a attendu un taxi. Au loin, une voiture de luxe noire est arrivée dans l'allée de l'hôpital. Les yeux de Ragan se sont illuminés quand elle l'a vue, reconnaissant que la voiture appartenait à Mitchel. Était-il venu la chercher ? À cet instant, elle a oublié toute la douleur qu'elle avait ressentie. Ses pensées au sujet de ce jeune homme étaient-elles complètement fausses ? Est-ce qu'il l'aimait vraiment, contrairement à la rumeur ? La portière côté conducteur s'est ouverte et Mitchel est descendu. Raegan a commencé à marcher vers lui, le cœur débordant de joie. Soudain, elle s'est arrêtée net. Mitchel venait de passer de l'autre côté et avait porté une femme hors de la voiture. L'inquiétude et la compassion se lisaient sur le joli visage de l'homme. Cela a effacé le sourire sur le visage de Raegan. Son cœur s'est affaissé. Chapitre 3 Divorçons La silhouette grande et droite de Mitchel s'est rapprochée de plus en plus de Raegan. Puis, sans dire un mot, il est passé devant elle. Il était difficile de dire si Mitchel a vu Raegan ou l'a simplement ignorée. En tout cas, Raegan a remarqué que la femme dans ses bras était la même que celle qui avait été photographiée avec lui hier. C'était Lauren. Les chaussures de Raegan semblaient faites de plomb alors qu'elle s'éloignait. Sans se rendre même compte de ce qui l'entourait, elle est montée dans un taxi, l'esprit ailleurs. Soudain, le chauffeur a dit : « Madame, où allez-vous ? » Raegan est restée stupéfaite pendant un moment. Elle ne voulait pas retourner à la Villa Sérénité. Ce n'était qu'une question de temps avant que cet endroit ne soit plus sa maison. Au bout d'un moment, elle a répondu : « S'il vous plaît, emmenez-moi à la Baie Crystal. » Après avoir épousé Mitchel, elle avait acheté un appartement à la Baie Crystal. À l'époque, elle espérait pouvoir faire venir sa grand-mère en ville, alors elle avait acheté l'appartement en hypothèque. Il n'était pas très grand, mais il y avait plus qu'assez de place pour deux personnes. Mitchel, confus de la raison pour laquelle elle voulait acheter un appartement modeste, lui avait proposé de lui donner un appartement plus grand, mais elle avait refusé. Avec le recul, elle s'est rendu compte que l'achat de cet appartement était la seule décision intelligente qu'elle avait prise au cours des deux dernières années. Lorsqu'elle est arrivée au complexe d'appartements, Raegan s'est assise seule dans le parc, essayant de se rafraîchir. Les souvenirs des deux dernières années étaient doux-amers. Deux ans s'étaient écoulés comme un clin d'œil, même si cela faisait plus de sept cents jours et nuits. L'amour peut déplacer des montagnes, disait-on. Pourtant, son amour n'avait pas fait bouger cette pierre qu'était l'homme. Elle s'est finalement rendu compte à quel point elle s'était ridiculisée devant tout le monde. Il se faisait déjà tard dans la nuit quand Raegan a finalement décidé d'aller à son appartement. En sortant de l'ascenseur, elle a vu Mitchel debout devant la porte. Ses manches étaient nonchalamment retroussées et les boutons du haut de sa chemise étaient ouverts, révélant son long cou et une partie de sa clavicule. Il était appuyé contre le mur près de la porte, son joli visage était marqué sous les lumières. Raegan s'est figée un instant. Pourquoi était-il là ? Ne l'avait-elle pas vu à l'hôpital avec Lauren ? Qu'est-ce qui l'avait amené là ? Leurs regards se sont croisés. Le manteau sur le bras et une main dans la poche, Mitchel lui a plissé les yeux. « Pourquoi tu n'as pas répondu au téléphone ? », a t-il demandé, l'air un peu morose, comme quelqu'un qui n'avait pas dormi depuis longtemps. Raegan a sorti son téléphone et a remarqué qu'elle l'avait accidentellement mis en mode silencieux. Il y avait cinq appels manqués de Mitchel. C'était la première fois pendant deux ans de mariage. Mitchel l'avait assaillie d'appels parce qu'il ne pouvait pas la trouver ? Surprenant ! Avant aujourd'hui, elle aurait été ravie de cela. Les gens auraient pensé qu'elle avait gagné au loto. Mais maintenant, elle a juste jeté son téléphone dans son sac, croisant les bras et disant d'une voix rauque : « Je ne l'ai pas entendu sonner. » Mitchel a levé la main pour regarder l'heure et a dit avec impatience : « Je te cherche depuis deux heures. » Après avoir tout arrangé pour Lauren, il était rentré chez lui et avait trouvé une maison vide. Il avait cherché Raegan partout. Ne parvenant pas à la trouver, il avait demandé à Matteo de vérifier les vidéos de surveillance de toutes les rues qui partaient de l'entreprise. Plus tard, il avait découvert que Raegan était allée à la Baie Crystal sans le lui dire. « La prochaine fois, tu me diras quand tu viens ici, d'accord ? Rentrons à la maison maintenant. » Après cela, Mitchel s'est dirigé vers l'ascenseur sans lui accorder un autre regard. Il avait l'intention de retourner à la Villa Sérénité. Raegan, sans bouger d'un pouce, s'est contentée de fixer son large dos et de réfléchir à contrecœur. La prochaine fois... Auraient-ils un avenir ? Mitchell s'est retourné et a vu que Raegan n'avait pas fait un seul pas. Il a froncé les sourcils et a demandé : « Tu ne peux pas marcher ? Tu veux que je te porte à la place ? » La lumière du couloir éclairait le visage du jeune homme et faisait apparaître son profil latéral presque impeccable. 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2,625,373	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-09 21:03	active	1982	Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife	Amidst her family's financial downfall, she relinquished her cherished violin to play her husband's docile pet, only to be met with his contempt. Following a moment of clarity, she courageously divorced and reignited her music career, achieving great success and evoking remorse from her ex-husband. ===== Joelle Miller pored over Rebecca Lloyd's Twitter feed, studying each video with a laser-sharp attention, was eager to glimpse the face of Rebecca's boyfriend. Rebecca, the girl in the clips, exuded a soft and delicate aura in her plain white dress. She wasn't strikingly beautiful, but there was a wholesome simplicity about her, and her smile was genuinely charming. She discovered that on pivotal days--Christmas Eve, Valentine's Day, and even on Joelle's own birthday--Rebecca was with Adrian Miller, her so-called husband, who had been missing from all significant events for the past three years. Rebecca's joyful narrations and the casual snippets of her life with her boyfriend were more than enough to steep Joelle in gloom. "Do you see this? He saves the juiciest slice of watermelon just for me." "Even when he comes home late, he never forgets to bring me a little something." "And look at this--surprise! He picked up a blessing charm for me from the church." ...... The username on the account was "Countdown To Death." That was the only account Joelle followed. As she was about to reflect on the ominous name, the bathroom door swung open. In the dimly lit room, Adrian appeared, water dripped from his hair. Despite the dim lighting, his striking features were undiminished. Joelle instinctively snapped her phone shut and gazed at him, lost in thought. It had been ages since she last laid eyes on Adrian. Tonight, he was here not by choice. His grandmother, Irene Miller, was ill and desperate for a great-grandchild, which compelled him to return. Otherwise, he might never have come back. Over their three-year marriage, Adrian seldom visited home, spending most of his time at Oak Villas. It was common knowledge that he held no love for Joelle. She felt trapped in a marriage that existed in name only. "I'll give you one chance. Whether you as you wish or not is in the hands of fate," Adrian declared, his voice resonant and deep. What was he implying? Before Joelle could ponder further, Adrian seized her ankle and yanked her towards him, his shadow looming over her petite frame. Joelle's face turned pale as she faced his cruelty, her body tensed with fear. "Adrian! Stop, I don't want it..." Her words were interrupted by her own frantic struggles. Being forced into such a situation with the man she loved filled her with humiliation and terror. Adrian's sneer cut through the air. "You dared to frame me once; you should have seen this day coming. Just endure it." At his harsh words, Joelle's eyes filled with tears, her eyelashes fluttering like wounded butterflies. She looked up at his stern face, her voice trembling. "Things were not what you think..." Her protest was cut. The intense pain overwhelmed her, her resistance fading as despair took hold. She lay there, wishing for oblivion. "You've learned; playing hard to get is far more interesting than just lying there like a dead fish," he rasped, his voice laced with spite. After his shower, he departed without a backward glance, as though he couldn't leave fast enough. Before and after, his ritualistic showers seemed to cleanse him of her, as if she were a stain on his conscience. Joelle struggled to decipher her role in his life. Was she merely a plaything for his pleasure? Or a pawn to fulfill his family's expectations for an heir? The window stood wide open, letting in a biting cold wind. Joelle shivered, drawing the blanket tighter around herself. It wasn't just the chill in the air that made her tremble. Her heart felt as if it had been torn apart, a relentless icy wind whipping through its open wound. The man she had adored for nearly eight years was now a stranger to her. Three years earlier, at a lavish banquet hosted by the Miller family, Joelle had overindulged in wne. When she had woken up, she had found herself sleeping with Adrian. Before she could gather her thoughts, her brother and several members of the Miller family had burst into the room. What was done could not be reversed. Adrian's grandmother had taken the reins and orchestrated their marriage. All this time, Adrian was convinced that Joelle had dgged him to trap him. Joelle had once been baffled by Adrian's profound animosity, even if he believed she had framed him. After all, they had grown up together. But now, she understood. In Adrian's eyes, she was nothing but the nefarious woman who had sabotaged his relationship with Rebecca. She often found herself pondering how perfect Adrian seemed in Rebecca's videos--always so gentle and attentive. It dawned on her that he would probably never show her that same tenderness. Eventually, Joelle couldn't hold back her tears any longer and succumbed to a sobbing breakdown. That night, her sleep was restless and disturbed. In the later hours, she found herself dreaming of their earlier days when she and Adrian hadn't been at odds. Awoken by her troubled sleep, Joelle rose unusually early. After freshening up, she slipped into some casual clothes and made her way downstairs. Leah Jenkins, the long-serving maid, noticed Joelle descending and promptly set the table with breakfast, familiar with all her dietary preferences. Joelle took her time with breakfast, eating slowly and deliberately. "Mrs. Miller, why didn't you convince Mr. Miller to stay last night? It's not often he comes home," Leah commented, her tone reflecting sympathy for Joelle. Leah had been a servant of the Miller family for many years, witnessing the growth of Joelle and Adrian from childhood friends to the enemies they were now. A pang of discomfort briefly crossed Joelle's features before she masked it with a composed smile. "I tried, but he didn't stay," she admitted. Even if she could keep Adrian close physically, his heart was elsewhere. His affections lay at Oak Villas, home to the one he truly cherished. Leah hesitated before speaking again, her tone careful. "Maybe it's because Mr. Miller is so tied up with the company. Running such a massive business takes a lot of his time." After being reassigned to attend to Joelle three years ago, Leah had come to understand the nuances of this marriage better than anyone. Her insight brought with it a heartfelt sympathy for Joelle. Joelle's eyelashes quivered as she nibbled on her toast, her eyes watering slightly from the emotional strain. Yes, Adrian was preoccupied, but he always made time for Rebecca. He frequented Redemption Church to seek a blessing charm for her. Despite his hectic schedule, he never missed spending holidays with her. Just then, Joelle's phone broke the silence. As Leah left the dining room, Joelle picked up her phone and found her best friend, Katherine Nash, calling. "Katherine, I want a divorce," Joelle said in a raspy voice. Chapter 2 On Its Last Legs Joelle made up her mind--she wanted a divorce. There was no point in dragging this out any longer. After a moment of stunned silence, Katherine let out a shrill burst of laughter. "Are you going to get half of Adrian's assets? Oh, my God! Joelle, you're about to become a billionaire!" "No, I can't." Joelle had signed an agreement when she and Adrian married. If they divorced, she would get nothing. "Then why the hell are you divorcing? Just keep being his wife!" Joelle recalled Adrian's roughness the previous night and the humiliation that followed. She had been so naive in the past, believing that her love for Adrian could help her endure any hardship. But now, looking back, she realized how foolish she had been. Did suffering ever make Adrian love her more? The answer was no. A man who genuinely loved her would never let her suffer in the first place. Joelle laughed at herself mockingly and changed the subject. "By the way, remember the favor I asked you last time?" "Yes. I was going to tell you about that. You asked me to keep an eye out for a job, and I've got something for you. You'll be teaching a student to play the violin, though I must say, it'll be a waste of your talent." "That's fine," Joelle replied with a faint smile. "It's not a waste at all. I've been a housewife for three years. Just having someone willing to hire me is enough." "How is it not a waste? You were so close to becoming a part of an international orchestra. If it weren't for getting married..." Katherine trailed off, feeling indignant for her friend. After getting married, Joelle wasn't even allowed to work. These wealthy families clung to such outdated rules. The whole situation was ridiculous. Three years ago, Joelle's violin career had been on the rise. However, the Miller family's strict traditions forbade her from performing in public. On the very first day of her marriage, Adrian's mother had told her, "You don't need to work. Adrian will provide for you. Your job is to give birth to his babies and take care of your husband." Once her call with Katherine ended, Joelle went upstairs and retrieved her long-neglected violin from the study. This violin was a special gift from her father on her eighteenth birthday. Tragically, not long after she had received it, her father had suffered a stroke and fallen into a coma. Her older brother had taken on the responsibility of supporting their family. He had let her pursue her dreams of playing the violin without worries. As she reminisced about the past, Joelle drew the bow across the strings. Years ago, an accident had injured her wrist, and she hadn't played since. Now, as she played, sharp pain shot through her wrist, but she persisted. She relied on muscle memory to play a short piece. In the end, she gave a bitter laugh. It sounded terrible. Just then, she heard Leah's voice at the door, filled with surprise and delight. "Sir, you're back!" Leah was secretly relieved to see Adrian. His returning home must mean he still cared for Joelle. Perhaps if Joelle said something kind, their relationship might improve. Meanwhile, Joelle was surprised. Adrian rarely came home during the day. She had just set down her violin when the door swung open. Adrian stood in the doorway, his tall frame imposing. With furrowed brows, his eyes swept over her. He remembered that Joelle had learned to play the violin as a child and had been praised for her talent by a renowned teacher. But for some reason, she had stopped playing. Having listened from outside just now, he found her playing mediocre. How could anyone have praised her talent? Joelle glanced at him and lowered her head to place the violin back in its case. Then, in a low voice, she asked, "What brings you here? Is there anything you need?" "I came to pick up something and remind you that we need to visit Grandma tomorrow," Adrian replied in a cold tone. Visiting his grandmother at least once a month was a family rule. Tomorrow was the day. If not for this obligation, Adrian wouldn't have returned at all. If he and Joelle didn't show up together, Irene would be upset. Joelle smiled bitterly. She remembered the Miller family rules better than Adrian and always adhered to them. Even Irene, stringent as ever, couldn't find fault with her. "I haven't forgotten. I'm relieved to know you haven't either," Joelle responded. Her tone carried a hint of accusation, making Adrian sneer. For a moment, a simmering anger brewed within him. Without another word, he headed straight to the walk-in closet to look for something. Even though he rarely came home, Joelle still maintained his wardrobe meticulously--clothes washed, ironed, and neatly arranged. Joelle felt her role was reduced to performing household chores, something Leah could also manage. Her only advantage, perhaps, was that she was younger and prettier than Leah. Her eyes followed Adrian's movements. His ring finger was bare--the wedding ring nowhere to be seen. A sharp pang of pain shot through her heart. "Adrian, let's get a divorce," Joelle suddenly said, her voice as soft as a breeze. Saying those words drained all her strength, yet she felt a strange relief wash over her. Adrian turned around and stared at her with a mocking smile. "Think carefully before you speak. The Watson family is now on its last legs. Without my support, do you plan to sleep on the streets with your brother after the divorce?" Since the Watson family's downfall, Joelle had gone from being cherished to ridiculed. The Miller family despised her and looked down on her as if she and her brother were leeches they couldn't shake off. Even her intimate moments with Adrian made her feel degraded. Joelle bit her lip and straightened up. "I've already rented a place. Even if I ended up sleeping on the streets, that would be on me." All she wanted was for Adrian to respect her, but three years of captivity had worn down her pride and dignity. "And where did you get the money to rent a place? If you wanted to be independent so badly, you shouldn't have spent a single penny from the Miller family." Adrian, with his back to Joelle, found the missing wedding ring in a gap and held it in his palm. Joelle didn't notice. His words left her breathless. Yes, she had used her meager savings to rent the place. But since she was married to Adrian, wasn't what was hers also his? Besides, the financial support Adrian had given the Watson family over the years amounted to a significant sum. Joelle had always despised the idea of owing Adrian anything, yet her debt to him was the deepest. If they divorced, he would likely sever all financial support to the Watson family. Was he suggesting she would have to exit the marriage empty-handed? As Adrian turned to leave, Joelle called out to him, her dignity barely intact. "I'm legally entitled to this marriage and have a rightful claim to what's supposed to be mine. But don't worry, I won't ask for much--just enough to help Watson Group get through this crisis." Adrian froze, his features sharpening. His lips formed a thin line, and his jaw clenched. These were clear signs of his brewing anger. Even though Joelle had mentally braced herself, she couldn't withstand the intensity of his rage. Each moment under his stern gaze intensified her anxiety. Just then, his phone rang. Adrian pulled it from his pocket and began to walk away. "Adrian!" Chapter 3 I Will Always Hold My Head High Adrian's frustration crackled in the air like static. "If your brother needs money, tell him to march straight to Miller Group." "That's not what this is about!" Joelle retorted. He misunderstood her completely. Joelle hurried after him, her heart pounding with urgency. "Adrian, I want a divorce!" At those words, Adrian stopped going upstairs and turned his head; the phone in his hand fell silent too. At six feet three inches, Adrian towered over Joelle. His gaze was cold, and when he spoke, his voice dripped with mockery. "Joelle, can't you come up with a better game than this endless push-and-pull? If you're serious about a divorce, why don't you tell Grandma yourself? If not, don't ever let me hear that word from you again!" The door slammed shut behind him, the finality of it echoing. Joelle leaned against the wall, her legs giving out beneath her until she slid to the floor. A bitter laugh escaped her lips. Their marriage had been crafted by Irene. Adrian had been forced into it, and Joelle knew it all too well. If she truly wanted a divorce, she knew talking to Irene would be the most effective route. But a small, foolish part of her had clung to the hope that she and Adrian were a real couple. That was why she had brought it up with him first--she saw him as her husband. But she had forgotten one crucial detail: Adrian had never been willing to marry her. From the start, his reluctance had been clear, though she had tried to overlook it. His last words to her weren't just dismissive--they were a command. If she was serious, she should confront Irene herself. Joelle took a shower, dressed in fresh clothes, and steeled herself to visit Irene. Irene was strict, authoritative, and feared by the entire family. She ruled with an iron fist, and disobedience was not tolerated. But Joelle shared a unique bond with her. Part of the reason Joelle had agreed to marry Adrian was to fulfill Irene's expectations. She had wanted to care for Adrian, build a home, and ensure that Irene could pass away without regret. But now, she couldn't hold on any longer. Watching Adrian lavish attention on another woman filled Joelle with a wave of bitterness that threatened to consume her. She knew Adrian didn't love her. He never had, and he never would! Just as she was about to leave, her phone rang. It was her brother, Shawn Watson. "Shawn? What's wrong?" "Mrs. Miller!" It was Shawn's assistant, and his voice was panicked--something Joelle had never heard before. Her blood ran cold, and she gripped the phone tighter as she stood at the bottom of the staircase. "Where's Shawn? What happened to him?" "Last night, Mr. Watson attended a business meeting where he was pressured to drink heavily. He was supposed to come home, but Erick Lloyd insisted on taking him to a hot spring." Joelle froze, fury surging through her veins. "Did Erick not realize that could kill him?" "Erick is a loose cannon! He's been throwing his weight around ever since his father and brother were chauffeurs for the Miller family. Mrs. Miller, you need to come quickly! Mr. Watson is still in surgery, and the doctors have issued two critical condition notices. I couldn't hold out any longer before calling you!" His voice cracked as he neared the brink of tears. Joelle knew he wouldn't have reached out unless the situation was truly desperate. Shawn had always protected her from bad news, no matter how grim the circumstances. If the assistant was this shaken, Shawn's life must be teetering on the edge. Joelle felt as if the world was closing in around her, her voice strangled in her throat. She missed the last step and tumbled hard, her ankle twisting sharply. The searing pain snapped her back to reality, tears instantly welling up in her eyes. "Oh no! Mrs. Miller, how could you not be watching your steps?" Leah rushed over and helped Joelle to her feet. Joelle clutched Leah's arm, her vision blurred by tears. She tried to speak, but the words came out choked and broken between sobs. "My brother... I have to see him at the hospital!" Sensing the urgency in her voice, Leah didn't hesitate. "Alright, don't worry. I'll get the driver to take you right away!" Leah was a seasoned and dependable maid who had served the Miller family for years. Within five minutes, the car was parked before the villa. As Joelle was about to step into the car, she turned to Leah. "Please, don't tell Irene about this. I don't want to worry her." Leah's heart softened at Joelle's words. Even in her pale, tear-streaked state, Joelle was thinking of Irene's well-being. What a rare and remarkable girl she was! "Don't worry, Mrs. Miller. I know what to do. Go see your brother." When Joelle arrived at the hospital, Shawn had just been wheeled out of surgery. Seeing Shawn hooked up to tubes and wires, the assistant nearly crumpled to the floor. As Joelle approached, she found him kneeling against the wall, his eyes bloodshot and hollow. She held back the urge to scold him for not protecting Shawn better. There would be time for that later. Once Shawn's condition stabilized, Joelle pulled the assistant aside. "Tell me everything--how did this happen?" The assistant hesitated, his face drawn with worry. "Mrs. Miller, Mr. Watson specifically instructed us not to involve you in business matters." "This is a matter of life and death. Do you still think keeping me in the dark is an option?" Joelle's patience snapped, and she turned to walk away. "Mrs. Miller, it's no use." The assistant's voice was heavy with despair. "You know that ever since your father passed, Watson Group has rested entirely on Mr. Watson's shoulders. He's been fighting to uphold the family's dignity so that your life in the Miller family would be easier." For three years, Shawn had fought valiantly to keep the family afloat. However, without Adrian's financial backing, their efforts would have crumbled long ago. Shawn's deepest wish was for Joelle to live comfortably, but despite his relentless efforts, he could never win her the respect she deserved from her husband. No matter how much Shawn sacrificed, Joelle would remain undervalued in the Miller family. Joelle's anger simmered, yet she knew she couldn't change her reality. Taking a deep breath, she asked, "Did you mention my relationship with Adrian?" She hoped that aligning herself with the Miller family could help Shawn stand his ground. "Mr. Watson refuses to bring it up. He's afraid it will only make things harder for you." Joelle let out a bitter laugh. From the beginning, she had never been able to stand on equal footing with Adrian. No wonder he despised her--she could barely tolerate herself. Just an hour ago, she had resolved to ask for a divorce. Now, she found herself clinging to Adrian's name, desperate to make life easier for Shawn. "Tell Shawn I'm Adrian Miller's wife, the one Irene handpicked. As long as I'm Mrs. Miller, I will hold my head high in the Miller family!" Footsteps echoed behind her. Joelle turned and locked eyes with Adrian's cold gaze. Beside him stood a frail-looking girl with wide, innocent eyes, clinging to Adrian openly. Adrian's glance at Joelle was filled with cold disdain, as if even acknowledging her presence was an effort. This cunning woman had dgged him into marriage. With such deceitful tactics, how could she easily walk away from this union? The same marriage served as a lifeline for her struggling family. He had given Watson Group a hundred million each year. Joelle would be a fool to risk losing that by actually divorcing him. Chapter 4 She Finally Figured It Out Joelle had long since grown numb to Adrian's cold indifference. She quietly observed their intertwined arms, her thoughts drifting to the sweet moments captured in Rebecca's videos that had made many envious. What a perfect couple they made! The thought struck Joelle like a kife, and suddenly, she felt like the real third wheel. "Joelle, please don't get things wrong!" Rebecca's voice was laced with urgency as she quickly withdrew her hand from Adrian's arm. "I'm not well and can't walk far. Adie was just being kind enough to support me." Joelle managed a faint smile. "What brings you to the hospital?" she asked Adrian, deliberately ignoring Rebecca's explanation. If there was one thing Joelle had learned, it was that the best revenge against the other woman was to act as if she didn't exist. "It's about Erick," Rebecca interjected, her hands clasped in front of her like a repentant child. "I also came to say sorry to you, Joelle. Sorry about Erick being so careless and causing your brother to end up in the hospital." Joelle retorted, "Did I hear careless? Your brother nearly killed mine, and you think an apology is enough to make it right?" Rebecca flinched, instinctively clutching Adrian's sleeve for support. Adrian's voice was as cold as winter when he finally spoke. "That's enough, Joelle. It wasn't intentional." Then he turned to Rebecca, and his tone softened. "Let's go. Aren't you here to see Erick?" A wave of icy realization washed over Joelle. She had hoped naively that Adrian was here to check on Shawn. But no, he was just here for Rebecca, to see Erick. Even if he did stop by to see Shawn, it would only be out of obligation, nothing more. She knew better than to expect Adrian to defend her. "Rebecca, I won't forget what Erick did!" Joelle said. Rebecca's legs buckled, and she collapsed against Adrian's chest. He caught her just in time, holding her close. "Joelle, Erick didn't mean any harm. He's in the hospital too!" "Is he dead? If not, he has to pay for what he's done!" Joelle rarely lashed out, but today was different. Shawn was basically the only family she had left. Her father, incapacitated by a stroke, lay in a vegetative state with little or no hope of recovering, and her mother had perished in a car accident. Since she was eighteen, it had been just her and Shawn, facing the world together. During their darkest hours, Shawn had carried the burden alone, allowing Joelle to pursue her passion for the violin. Now, the thought of losing him too was unbearable. She wished nothing more than for Erick to die. "Joelle, how can you say that?" Rebecca sobbed, her voice trembling with disbelief. Adrian's patience snapped, and his eyes turned cold as they locked onto Joelle. "What do you want?" "Shawn received two critical condition notices. How about Erick?" Rebecca gasped, clinging to Adrian as if he were the only thing keeping her from collapsing, her fragile body trembling like a leaf in the wind. "Joelle, please! I only have one brother left. Show mercy, please!" She fainted before Joelle could respond, leaving no room for further argument. Adrian scooped Rebecca up, his eyes filled with cold reproach as he looked at Joelle one last time. He walked away, leaving Joelle standing there, rooted to the spot, unable to move or even think for what felt like an eternity. Before their marriage, she had been the cherished girl, but afterward, she had reduced herself to the role of Adrian's servant. Looking back, she realized how naive she had been. She used to be such a proud person, but now she endures all kinds of grievances just to please her husband. How pathetic! It's been three years, it's time to divorce and start a new life... ...... What happens next? 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