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2,635,126	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2634636}'	No	2024-12-10 20:42	active	1989	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	"Mr. Nichols, your wife is experiencing severe postpartum bleeding. Please, come and see her for the last time." The doctor anxiously pleaded with the person on the other end of the phone. But Juan Nichols's voice was filled with indifference. "She's still alive? Call me when she's dead." With that, he hung up the phone. All the light disappeared from the eyes of the woman lying on the bed. 'Juan, do you hate me so much? ' The machine emitted a flat, cold beep, indicating Debra's vital signs had disappeared. In Debra's lifetime, she loved Juan dearly. As the only daughter of the Frazier family, she should have enjoyed the best life. But to marry Juan, she sacrificed herself and her family. In the end, she died alone and tragically. Debra slowly closed her eyes. Given another chance, she would never make the same mistakes. ... "Madam, Mr. Nichols wants to take you to the auction. Which outfit would you like to wear?" Sophie asked. Debra gasped and opened her eyes. Everything in front of her was strikingly familiar. This place was Juan and her home. They had been married for a month, but Juan had rarely visited her. She remembered that Juan was attending a land auction, and due to the occasion, he had to bring his family along. But this was all five years ago. 'How could it be? ' she thought, deeply confused, 'Am I reborn?' "Mr. Nichols has never stayed overnight before. You should seize this opportunity." Sophie’s voice brought Debra back to reality. She picked out a white gown, hesitating. "How about this one, Madam?" Looking at it, Debra gave a self-deprecating smile. It was well known that Juan favored Shelia. In the past, she often dressed like Shelia to please Juan Miles. Shelia liked white dresses, so she followed suit, just to earn a little favor from Juan. For this auction, Juan didn't inform her of the change in companion and brought Shelia instead, making her look ridiculous in a white dress similar to Shelia's. The thought of the past made her laugh. "No, I'll wear that one," she said, picking up a red dress. Debra never liked plain clothes. Shelia was just a poor college student. Debra felt that she must have lost her mind to wear cheap clothes for a man. "But Mr. Nichols likes white dresses," Sophie said hesitantly. Debra simply ignored her hints. "I'll wear this one," she said. "Throw away all those white dresses. I don't like them." Sophie sighed and complied. Debra looked at herself in the mirror, still vibrant and beautiful. But in a few years, she would be worn down by Juan's torment. Before that happened, she would end it all. In the evening, Debra appeared in a burgundy dress that accentuated her curves. Her delicate makeup, curls, and a mole under her eye made her mesmerizing. She looked like a painting, untouchable. Not far away, a man in a white shirt and black leather combat boots saw her. With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Marion Houston asked, "Who is she?" "You don't know her? She's Debra, the daughter of the Frazier family and Juan's wife," said his friend, Randy Osborne. "I just saw Juan entering with another woman. Maybe we'll witness a showdown between the mistress and the wife. It will be fun." Marion made no comments. Randy clicked his tongue. "Juan's taste is just terrible, preferring a skinny woman to his beautiful woman. Don't you think?" Randy turned around, but Marion was nowhere to be seen. "Damn it!" he cursed, quickly catching up with Marion. Meanwhile, Shelia, in a white dress, held Juan's arm timidly. "I've never been to such an event before. Maybe I should go back." "You'll get used to it. You'll be attending these events frequently in the future," Juan said. Shelia nodded. Juan was about to enter with Shelia when Joe spoke up. "Sir, won't we wait for Mrs. Nichols?" Juan frowned. "Didn't I ask you to tell her not to come today?" Joe glanced at Shelia, and she quickly said, "It's not Joe's fault. I told him not to inform Debra. With my status, I'm afraid of gossip, so I thought it would be better for Debra to accompany you in." Shelia lowered her head like a scared hare. Juan rubbed his temples. He didn't want Debra to show up at all. "Mr. Nichols," Shelia murmured, biting her lip. "It's alright." Juan patted Shelia's head and said to Joe, "Go intercept her and send her away." In the crowd, there were murmurs of surprise and praise. Joe looked over and was also shocked. "I'm afraid it's too late."	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2,632,684	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2632609}'	No	2024-12-10 19:51	active	1987	Download Now👉👉👉	The Vampire and His Blood wife ONLY on Drama Time.🎬 Don't miss out! Watch the series you've been wanting to see. No regrets, just pure entertainment! #Must SeeTV #No Regrets #Watch Now	WATCH_MORE		Miiowtv short000	https://www.facebook.com/61557562951006/	207	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch More		DCO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/458764566_846248010965531_5001198039813926096_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=YWUGMI6lG3MQ7kNvgEugEHT&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ANPQM_NUY7ny-BDbiUjXUYP&oh=00_AYCCyHupIGhniLjgA7VdDfnKixDtaN2NJn6KxseI0TFcLw&oe=675EB07E	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Miiowtv short000	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,632,754	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2632609}'	No	2024-12-10 19:51	active	1987	Descargar ahora👉👉👉	No hace falta que busques más. Esta es la serie que estabas deseando ver. ¡No te la pierdas o te arrepentirás! 😍	WATCH_MORE		Miiowtv short000	https://www.facebook.com/61557562951006/	207	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch More		DCO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462133571_1260706201751848_2100004664063170507_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=f93_AcEzdckQ7kNvgGdQYR6&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ANPQM_NUY7ny-BDbiUjXUYP&oh=00_AYCp0NKR_KbLX4QiV2TAgHuYd7tngVjwoIlPDOLExV0Z2A&oe=675ED9A4	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Miiowtv short000	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,635,363	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2634700}'	No	2024-12-10 20:43	active	1989	🔞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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2,629,840	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-10 18:59	active	1986	Holiday Giveaway: Your Chance to Win!	Tis' the Season for Giveaways! 🎁 Want a chance to win awesome prizes? Every time you visit Metro Coffee Company, you'll receive a ticket to enter our holiday giveaway! Prizes include: 🧊 2 Wyld Gear Coolers 🛹 A Custom Metro Skateboard Deck 💳 A $100 Metro Gift Card How to Enter: 1️⃣ Place an order at Downtown or Eastside Metro. 2️⃣ Receive your entry ticket. 3️⃣ Drop your ticket in the raffle bucket of your choice. ❄️ Last day to enter: December 23rd ❄️ Drawing: December 24th	GET_DIRECTIONS	https://metrocoffeecompany.net/contact/?utm_source	Metro Coffee Co.	https://www.facebook.com/MetroCoffeeCompany/	5,664	1969-12-31 18:00	Get directions	metrocoffeecompany.net	IMAGE		https://metrocoffeecompany.net/contact/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=paid&utm_campaign=giveaway_dec24&utm_id=Giveaway	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469216735_1286622949335246_3955266443380030678_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=H4hvbaY67hgQ7kNvgFmNQIE&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AcJqaHUVqkgNhnr6Rsk1GWL&oh=00_AYDOzqr9PgiNPTh2NMup6tHjOL5cjyoUjsu-UjK2C09pEg&oe=675EA82B	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Metro Coffee Co.	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,633,896	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2633979}'	Yes	2024-12-10 19:53	active	1987	❤️‍🔥Best Friend Divorced Me When I Carried His Baby🔥	Kelly's POV Was it a blessing to marry your best friend? I was not very sure what Pierce thought but marrying him was a dream come true for me. And now what was more exciting, we were going to welcome our first child. “It’s a good thing you’re cautious. You could’ve lost your baby, Miss Monroe.” The GYN told me seriously as she could see the shock in my eyes. I subconsciously touched my belly, and still couldn't believe a baby was lying there. Had I heard it right? I was pregnant? I was pregnant with a baby for Pierce! My best friend and my first crush! On the way out of the hospital, I couldn’t wait to tell Pierce about our baby. I wondered what his reaction would be. Would he scream in happiness? Would he kiss me and all? God! I couldn’t contain my happiness. I cupped my red face as I fantasized. But the moment I felt the cold from the simple ring on my finger, my wildly beating heart calmed down. I almost forgot that Pierce wasn't the type to be keen on having children, especially when our marriage was arranged by his family. Pierce was a complete gentleman, both as a friend and a husband. Every time we had sex, he was considerate but cautious, saying there was no need to add extra shackles when we were not ready. This baby, in a way, was out of plan. My mind was becoming restless as I sat in my car. Would this be good news for him? What if Pierce was still not ready for the baby? "Ma'am, is everything okay? Do you need to call the Boss?" My private driver Luke asked worriedly as he noticed my frown face. Luke was reliable like a family but if I chose to share, I still wanted Pierce to be the first to know this news. He's my baby's father. "No," I shook my head, giving Luke a reassuring smile. "He's on the flight. I'll talk to him later myself." So that I could sense his answer directly from his raw expressions. I was always good at that. I closed my eyes recalling the first day we met. His bright smile in the sunlight was so dazzling, he was a Prince. Long before we became best friends, I fell in love with him at first sight. But it was only an unrequited love, I knew it well. I slid down the car window to get some fresh air but accidentally caught a glimpse of our old high school. That bitter feeling filled my chest once again. Pierce is my first love but I'm not his. In high school, I was only a boring nerd in other's eyes while Pierce Anderson was the shining Quarterback. Everyone was surprised that we could be friends. Though enmity rose, I enjoyed being around him. I slowly realized that I didn't want just to be his friend. However, right when I was about to confess my feelings to him, another girl came into his life. I shook my head trying to get rid of those sad old memories. I gripped the cold wedding ring on my finger, telling myself the past was past. Pierce said they were over and I was his wife now. I was his wife who was carrying his baby now. I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and opened the door to our house. My heart calmed down as I breathed in the scent of home. Our home. It wasn't as luxurious as his family's villa but cozy. Pierce and I decorated it together with our own hands. We enjoyed it. Yes, I must have been overthinking. That woman had been out of our lives for a long time and my marriage with Pierce was as beautiful as a fairy tale for the past three years. I glanced at the clock on the wall. At this point, Pierce should have gotten off the plane. He was over a month of traveling for the sake of our family’s business. Pierce was the President of ADE, the leading fashion magazine company all over Asia, and I was actually the Vice President of the company. We were not only life partners but also good partners at work. I really missed him. I dialed his number immediately. I really wanted to hear his voice now, to know when he would arrive home. I would prepare a good meal for him and he would prize me with a sweet kiss. And then we might have passionate sex like what he gave me the night before his business trip. Oops, I almost forgot I was pregnant now. I needed to tell him this first and then we could do something else instead. I was happily envisioning our lovely reunion and my heart dropped when a woman's voice came over the line. [Hello?] I snapped the phone as just one word came out. My phone fell to the floor and my body started shaking uncontrollably. NO! It couldn't be her! It couldn't be Lexi! She was already out of our life! I must have misheard. I rushed to the fridge in an attempt to calm myself with the aid of some alcohol. But the moment I touched the wine bottle, I was reminded of the doctor's words and my baby. I needed to be cautious for my baby's sake. I turned to get a box of milk and walked toward the sofa. I didn't know what made me recognize that as Lexi's voice at that moment. I meant Lexi and I were never close. Lexi Gilbert was a typical blonde beauty that men would go crazy for. She was the popular cheerleader in high school while Pierce was the star quarterback. Better match than he and a nerd like me, right? It wasn't surprising that he had fallen for her. My pride couldn't stand watching the man I loved go crazy for another woman. So I had once tried to stay away from them silently but Pierce refused to quit from my life. Every time I drowned myself in a sea of books and studies to forget them, Pierce would appear at my doorway asking me out. I couldn't say no to his charming smile; I couldn't say no when he claimed it was his duty as my best friend to take me to enjoy the real world. To not ruin our friendship, I could only hide my broken heart, silently playing the role of his best friend by his side and watching his happy face for another girl. I finally got up the courage to study abroad as I learned that Pierce was planning to propose to Lexi. However, I never expected Grams would call to beg me back. I returned in a hurry only to see a lifeless Pierce. His heart was harmed badly, by Lexi. My beloved sunshine boy was nowhere to be seen, and my heart was bleeding. I started to hate Lexi from that moment. I gave up my cherished man to her, and how dared she harm him so badly! That witch! Pierce didn't tell anyone what happened except he was over with Lexi. Grams arranged our marriage. I didn't understand why he agreed until the day I heard him say that marrying anyone but Lexi would be the same for him. It was so fcking hurt but I still walked into this marriage without a second thought. My cherished boy was broken and I wanted to fix him, not caring if I would ruin myself in the process. I fell asleep at home feeling so insecure and worried. I woke up in the middle of the night when I felt someone caressing my cheek. Slowly, I opened my eyes and I realized I had fallen asleep in the living area. Someone lifted me from the couch. I immediately recognized his scent and touch as I looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Peirce…” “Hmm,” he hummed as he walked towards the stairs. “Why did you sleep on the couch?” I stared at his face when he gently put me down on the bed. He caressed my hair and kissed my forehead. He was always so gentle and that was why I loved him so much. Even when making love, he was very considerate of my feelings. We'd been apart for over a month, my body missed him and my heart wanted him. “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you,” I said as I caressed his cheek. “Just met a friend. You said you were waiting for me, is it something urgent?" Looking at his gentle face, suddenly I didn't want to ruin the moment. so I closed my parted lips and swallowed the truth back in my stomach once again. Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, I will have the courage to face all the puzzles. I shook my head and pouted, telling him that I was sleepy. He chuckled and carefully carried me to the bed. The moment he was about to leave me after giving me a goodnight kiss, I panicked for some reason. I then quickly grabbed him and kissed him with all my passion, trying to undress him, trying to make him touch me more and deeper. I missed him. I wanted him. I felt that the only way I could feel at ease was to let him put himself inside me again. To make sure he was still mine. "Wait Kels," Yet he stopped me by pinning my crazy hands on the bed. "I thought you said you're sleepy and you need to rest." "But I think I miss you more now." I looked at him with innocence and I could catch desire flashing in his eyes but I didn't know why it faded soon. He used to be happy when I became the initiative one. As if noticing my confusion, he chuckled and playfully pinched my nose, “I’ll just take a shower. I smell alcohol.” I just nodded and watched him as he walked toward the bathroom. But drowsiness struck again so I closed my eyes to take a nap. However, it was already morning when I opened my eyes again and Pierce was beside me, putting a tray of food on the bedside table. “Hey!” I greeted and smiled when I realized what he’d done. He prepared breakfast for me. In bed. The sweetest. He smiled and sat on the bed. “Good morning.” I grinned as I sat on the bed. He carried the tray and put it beside me. I shot an eyebrow up and tilted my head as I stared at his handsome face. His eyes are deep brown. His eyebrows were thick and black, complimenting his beautiful eyes. His nose was proud and pointed and his lips were red and thin. He literally looks like a sexy bad boy. Even Damon Salvatore would be embarrassed to stand beside him. No one stands a chance against this man. “What is this? Is this a bribe? You stood me up last night, bad boy.” He didn’t laugh. He heaved a sigh and gently tucked my hair on my ears before he held my hand and stared into my eyes. “I have something to tell you.” I felt my heart race. I thought about our baby in my womb. He’s got something to tell. I have something to tell him too. “W-What is it?” I asked as I felt my voice tremble. He took a deep sigh. “You know you’re important to me, right?” I slowly nodded with parted lips. I couldn’t answer. I’m scared of what he’s about to say. I have a bad feeling about this. “You were my best friend before we got married. You are one of the few people I treasure…” I hid my balled fists under the sheet. I don’t know why he’s telling me all this but I felt tears pooling in the corner of my eyes already. “Kelly…” he paused and squeezed his eyes closed before he looked at me again in the eyes. “I-I think it’s time for us to divorce.” “P-Pierce…” I felt my heart clench. He smiled. “I know you don’t have feelings for me either. You just married me because of my grandparents. You just did this because you love them. Now it’s time for our real happiness, Kelly.” I shook my head, “W-What are you talking about, Pierce?” “Lexi is back, Kelly. My first love is back.” Chapter 2: Chapter 2 It Never Rains but It Pours Kelly’s POV I got off the bed and tried to leave but Pierce grabbed my hand. I immediately wiped the tears that rolled down my cheeks before he could see them. He stood in front of me and looked at my face as I tried so hard to look down and avoid his eyes. I felt my heart breaking into pieces. I thought… I thought I could make him fall in love with me within those three years together. I thought his feelings would level up and would see me as a woman rather than just a best friend. I was stupid for hoping and dreaming so high. I failed. No matter how hard I tried, his heart belonged only to his first love Lexi. “Kelly…” I sucked my breath and swallowed the pain as I looked at him. I faked a smile, “I need to wash up before eating.” He stared into my eyes as if trying to figure out what I was thinking. I know he knew me too well so I tried so hard to hide my pain and smiled at him. He sighed and let go of my hand. “Okay. I’ll wait for you here. Let’s eat and go to work together.” Together? How cruel could he be? He still wanted us to get along like he didn’t ask for a divorce? He wanted us to stay the way we were right after he told me that his first love was back and he wanted to divorce me? Oh Pierce, what was going on in your head? If I used to be able to force myself to stay in the seat of his best friend wishing him happiness, I no longer had that courage after the three years we'd shared. There's no way I could endure that kind of torture again, especially when I'm carrying his baby. The baby...I had thought it was good news for us but now...it would be more like a burden to him, I guess. A burden that would prevent him from getting his true love and freedom. I knew how an unwanted child to grow up. My parents were divorced even before my mother died and the new family of my father hated me and it hurts like hell. I don’t want my baby to experience the same thing I felt. I need to keep my baby away from it. I faked a smile again. “We can’t. I need to visit the studio for the photoshoot of our new models…” “I’ll go with you—” “No.” I pushed his hand. His eyes followed my hand before he lifted his face to look at me again. “You have some documents to sign. Our schedules are already organized, remember?” “But…” “I have a personal driver, Pierce. I’ll be fine to go alone.” He sighed and slowly nodded. I turned my back on him and entered the bathroom. I immediately opened the shower and stood under the cold water. Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I covered my mouth to suppress my sobs. My shoulders were trembling really badly and when I thought about my baby, I swallowed hard and tried to calm myself down. I wiped my face and caressed my belly. I need to be strong. I need to stay calm. I shouldn’t put my baby’s life on the line just because I got my heart broken. I have to deal with this smartly. I sucked my breath and finished my bath. When I got out of the bathroom, I was shocked to see Pierce was still there. He was struggling to fix his tie in front of the full-length mirror. I also noticed my pair of heels and dress on the bed. “Hey! I picked your dress for today.” Since our marriage wasn't public, Pierce said he would try to do little things for me as a husband. He did it well and I used to enjoy these sweet moments but now, it was going to kill me. I grabbed the dress and went inside the walk-in closet. I felt him following me. I put the white dress back and picked a red one. When I faced him, his forehead was creased. I smiled. “I prefer red today. I’d feel beautiful in this dress.” His eyes went to the dress I was holding and his face immediately calmed down. He nodded and walked towards me. “I see. Help me fix this first.” I put my dress on his arm and started fixing his tie. I could feel his eyes staring intently and it was making my heart beat so fast. I took a deep breath and chewed my bottom lip as I struggled to fix the tie. My vision is becoming blurry again. Damn! “Kelly…” I jumped in shock. “Hmm?” “Are you okay?” I looked at him and smiled, “Yeah.” “I have another thing to say.” I finished fixing his tie so I immediately grabbed the dress from him. I glanced at him before I walked past him and spoke… “Let’s just talk some other time. I'm going to be late.” I heard him sigh as he followed me again. I grabbed my underwear and got dressed while he was standing behind me. He’s silent the whole time as if he’s thinking about something. “You should eat before you leave.” I faced him and nodded. “I will. You should go now.” “Kelly, we’re on the same page, right?” I stared at him. No, Pierce. We’re never on the same page. All of these are just my stupid fantasies. I thought you had feelings for me and I was so wrong. “If it’s about the divorce, I understand everything, Pierce. I know what I have to do. Just give me some time because I’m really busy with the company. I will not run away.” “Kelly, I’m not just doing this for myself. I’m also doing this for you. You’ve been caged with me ever since we got married. I know you’re not happy because deep inside, you also want to find the man you deserve. Someone who will really love you. Not me. Not someone who’s half-hearted.” “I understand what you’re trying to say, Pierce,” I said and tried to turn my back but he held me by the waist, keeping me in place. He did everything to capture my eyes and he succeeded. He looked at me worriedly. “You are my best friend. I don’t wanna lose you, Kels. You’re one of my few people…” “I know,” I said out of frustration. He looked shocked, so I calmed myself down. “I-I know. You don’t have to worry. I’m just stressed about work. It’s not about our divorce.” His lips parted and he slowly nodded as if he was able to breathe properly. He walked towards me and I froze when he gently kissed my forehead… “Thank you, Kelly," he whispered. My heart clenched. It had been three years but I was still such a coward. Why couldn't you just tell him that you love him, Kelly? He's your husband and you're carrying his baby! Tell him and he might change his mind! I swallowed hard and was about to tell him but his phone rang. I didn't miss the caller ID. Again, it was Lexi. " I gotta go." He scratched his head in apology and I didn't miss the upturned corners of his mouth. "I called Luke and he’s waiting outside. Eat before you go, okay?” With that, he left our room. The tears I had managed to suppress burst out again. Why would I think I could have a chance? He made his choice already the moment he asked for the divorce, didn't he? Whenever it came to Lexi, I was always the one he would abandon. Chapter 3: Chapter 3 Stiff Upper Lip Kelly’s POV I entered the studio wearing just two-inch red heels and a red dress. Everyone was looking my way as I walked along the hallway. They’re all greeting me with a smile but my face remains stoic, not showing any emotions at all. The conversation with Pierce this morning was still lingering in my head, but I couldn't let it affect my work. I couldn't fail my work after I failed my marriage. I took a deep breath to adjust my condition. However, when I entered the photoshoot room, I could notice everyone was in chaos. “We can’t! She’s not answering her calls. What should we do? The Vice President is coming today. She’d get mad.” “We can just tell her the truth. She’s nice.” “Not in this situation, Lily! She’d scold us—” “What’s happening here?” I asked as I graced the room. The staff were now looking at me with worried expressions and I knew then that there was a problem. “G-Good morning, Miss Monroe.” Miss Monroe. Of course, no one knew that Pierce and I were married except for our families. I felt a pinch in my heart because of that truth. It hurts. I stared at her blankly, “What?” “W-We have a problem, Miss Monroe. Miss Chen, our model has been refusing our calls. She said she heard that we’re changing our model so…she doesn’t want to come here. She’s even…threatening to file a case against us.” She bowed his head. I gritted my teeth and roamed my eyes around. “Where’s the marketing manager?” “S-She’s still trying to convince Miss Chen, Miss Monroe.” I massaged my forehead and squeezed my eyes closed. I grabbed my hair and screamed in so much anger. I felt everyone around me jump in shock. I groaned and sucked my breath before looking around. “Miss Monroe…” “What is this, Miss Hayley? You are the marketing manager, what is happening?” “Miss Monroe, I don’t know how it happened but Miss Chen heard that you are changing our model. She’s about to file a case against us—” Changing the model? How come I didn't know about this? Miss Chen had always been our trustful partner and if not necessary, changing models for a commercial shoot on short notice would only cause a lot of trouble for the company. I would never allow such a cheap mistake. “I never asked for that. You must be mistaken." I cut her words to save time, " Fix this mess or I have to fire you!” "Miss Monroe...It's Mr. President who asked us to change it." Hayley spoke hesitantly. "He ordered that as soon as he came back from his business trip yesterday." I was hit by the truth. Pierce's order? Why didn't he tell me? He used to discuss every major decision with me first. "It shouldn't be..." I was confused. Pierce was not a clueless businessman. He kept a clear distinction between work and relationships, which was why he always succeeded. And that was also why he chose to keep our marriage a secret. "Yes, Kelly. I gave the order." The voice pulled me back. “M-Mr. President…” Hayley bowed with respect as she saw the man who suddenly appeared behind me. "I think you owe me an explanation, Pierce. About changing the model!" I gritted as I turned around to question him. He knew clearly how much effort I put into winning this project. I hardly had a good sleep those days and Miss Chen was the ideal one for us to work with. I remembered he agreed on it too. But now...he just changed the model as he liked without telling me in advance. I felt like a hard slap on my face. "Go ahead for the work. I'll make it clear to her." He pacified the staff first, ignoring the anger that was about to spew out of my eyes. "Answer me, Pierce! Why do you change the model so suddenly?" I couldn't hold my anger and he just touched my shoulder whispering to me, "This is not the place to talk. Let me explain it to you in the car." I looked around to notice others sneaking glances at us. Then I shook away his hands and walked toward the parking lot. But along the way, my heart was heavier and heavier. I had a feeling that I was not going to enjoy his explanation. "Now, say it." I blurted it out as we sat in his car. He stared into my eyes as if weighing my emotions. I looked away again. I couldn’t stand his stares. I couldn’t withstand his eyes that never looked at me the way I wanted him to look at me. He has no feelings for me and it hurts so much. “I-I…” he paused and sighed. “I replaced Miss Chen because Lexi wants to be our model. She’s also fit to be our model so I agreed—” “What?” I asked in disbelief. He pressed his lips together and looked away. He messed his hair up before he shook his head and held my hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. It was just so sudden. She asked for a favor and I can’t say no.” I took my hand back and looked at him in both pain and anger. “You can't say no to her so you'd rather harm the company, our company. You betrayed me, Pierce.” “Kels, come on. You know how much I love her. She’s my first love.” Painfully, I closed my eyes. Oh yes, she's your first love. She's always the one you want no matter what it takes. As long as she frowned a bit, you could turn a blind eye to the pain and effort of others. You are so heartless, Pierce. “Well, you’ve decided. I don’t have a say in this since you’re the President. Just go. I’ll be in the office.” I said coldly as I opened the car door to walk out. “Kelly…” I looked him in the eyes. “Go home early. Let’s talk about our divorce at home tonight.” Chapter 4: Chapter 4 Left High and Dry Kelly’s POV I was playing with the wedding ring on my finger. I told him to go home early but he didn’t come home completely. He wasn’t even answering my calls. Well, now Lexi was back, this house was probably not home in his eyes anymore. My eyes turned to my pregnancy report on the table. What a mockery. I was still naive to hold a glimmer of hope that things would be different if I told him about the baby. But forget this baby was out of his plan. Sure, Pierce was not the kind who would force me to have an abortion. But he couldn't cut out his obsession with Lexi either. He might stay in this loveless marriage if his parents asked. But all I had would only be an empty shell. That's not a Father what I wanted for my baby. I wiped off the tears collecting at the corner of my eyes and collected the report. It was 5 am already when I looked at the clock on the wall. I tried to dial his number again, but still busy. What was he busy with? Was he busy making love with Lexi? He must have missed her a lot, didn't he? I still remember the day when he came back after his first private vacation with Lexi. His joy was unmistakable. Nearly at once, I could tell they made love. The same day I returned to my room, I cried out loud as I took off my makeup. Nothing I did worked. I could never replace Lexi in his heart. I felt like hundreds of pounds pressing my chest. I decided to get a shower to wash away all the miserable emotions but the moment I opened the wardrobe, our intimate clothes were snuggled together bringing me back to the memory of how Pierce and I had sex here last time. It was that time he didn't use contraception. He was so passionate that I thought he finally accepted our marriage. I once believed his return from this business trip would be a fresh start for us but actually, it was a start for us to fall apart now. Unable to suppress my feelings any longer, I crouched down crying loudly. Why? Why am I always the one they choose to abandon? Why don't I deserve to be loved? I didn't remember how I fell asleep. When the alarm clock went off, I subconsciously touched the pillow beside me. Cold as last night. He didn't come home yet. I sneered at myself as I caught my reflection in the dresser mirror. The dark circles under my eyes were so clear and my hair was a total mess, looking like a ghost. See, Kelly? That's what happened when you stepped into such a loveless marriage without a second thought. You would only break yourself if you continue on the wrong path. Just get a divorce. Spare him and yourself. Your baby needs a strong mommy. Suddenly a wave of nausea flooded my stomach and I realized I hadn't even eaten anything last night. Feeling sick again, I run to the sink and puke. I spit yellowish liquid and it tastes so bad. I washed my mouth immediately and stared at my own reflection in the mirror. I shook my head and cupped my forehead as soon as I felt like throwing up again. I spit yellowish liquid again and while I’m washing my mouth, I feel a warm hand caressing my back. I immediately lifted my face and met a pair of brown eyes looking at me through the mirror. Standing behind me with a worried face was my husband Pierce. I’ve always been thankful that I have him as my best friend and husband but now…I’m losing him. Hopelessly losing him. “Are you okay? Are you not feeling well? You should’ve told me.” I stared at him through the mirror. “You didn’t answer my calls. Guilt flickered in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I had some things to do. I stayed in the office all night.” I wiped my face and walked past him. He followed me as I sat in front of the vanity and started combing my hair. “Kels…” “I woke up late. I failed to prepare breakfast.” I tried to avoid his eyes. I felt like I would lose my temper and snap at him. There was no moment when I felt his selfishness so clearly as now. He called me his best friend yet he had never seriously confronted my needs. My feelings. "Kels...... you know I'm not asking about this. I'm just worried about your condition......" “Kels, are we still okay?” I stopped combing my hair and slowly met his eyes. Through the mirror, again. Really? He’s asking me that? After he offered me a divorce without even asking if I was okay with it? He decided on his own. Just because his first love is back. I can’t believe him. I faked a smile. “I just don’t feel well today, Pierce.” He immediately squatted beside me which is not surprising because I know he truly cares. What surprised me is why is he still doing this after he buried a dagger in my heart. “Are you okay?” He gently touched my forehead and neck. “Are you sick? Tell me how you feel, Kels.” “My feelings don’t matter,” I couldn’t help but blurt out. He looked shocked because of what I said. When I attempted to avoid him, he grabbed my wrist and made me face him. His face is mirroring his anger now. He’s completely lost his patience. “What’s wrong with you, Kels? You’ve been acting like this since yesterday. Is this about Lexi? Or was it because I didn’t come home last night?” I looked him in the eyes, annoyed. "You're the one who asked for a divorce! I told you to come back earlier but you just let me wait for the whole night. How do you want me to greet you this morning, Pierce?” He clenched his jaws and shook his head. “Kels, I..." "Enough. We can talk about the divorce after work today." “Kels!” He called and grabbed my shoulders. Confusion and pain were visible in his eyes. “Are you…in love with me?” I was taken aback? In love? Yes! Ever since we were in high school. Ever since he became my best friend. Who wouldn’t fall for someone who has been protecting you ever since? But of course, I can’t tell him. It would only complicate things more. I don’t even want him to pity me. I shook my head and pushed his arms away. “Are you on drugs? I’m not in love with you.” I turned my back on him and entered the bathroom again. I locked it before going to the bathtub. I should focus on myself. I can’t let my emotions affect me but…but why are my tears falling again? “You are so pathetic, Kelly! You can’t even tell him how you truly feel,” I whispered to myself as I wiped my tears angrily. It took me almost an hour bathing. When I was done, I realized Pierce had already left. I shook my head in disbelief. He’s been constantly abandoning me. I can’t believe we’d reach this point. I thought we were okay. I was so stupid. *** “Good morning, Miss Monroe…” “Good morning, Vice President…” I did not greet anyone back just like how I used to greet them back. I still feel pissed and my mood seems off. Irritation can easily take over me and I can’t control it. Probably because of Pierce’s divorce proposal or because of my pregnancy. I was about to enter my office when I heard two girls talking. “Did you see her? I bet she’s Mr. Anderson’s girlfriend. They seemed close.” My forehead creased. Pierce’s girlfriend? “Ah! It’s a waste that I didn't see her face but I feel like it’s Miss Lexi.” “Lexi? Lexi Gilbert? The model?” “Yes! I bet my whole month's salary on this. They look good together.” “Come on! Miss Monroe and Mr. Anderson look better together.” “Are you serious? They’re best friends. You know, some people are better off just friends. It’s Mr. Anderson and Miss Monroe.” I squeezed my eyes closed and pushed the door of my office. I slowly closed it and rested my back against it. This is harder than I expected. I took a deep breath and sat on my swivel chair. I opened the computer at the same time a notification popped up on the screen of my phone. My hands started shaking as soon as I saw the notification. It was Pierce’s social media update. He uploaded a photo of him and Lexi together. Eating in a fancy restaurant. I balled my fists and gritted my teeth. Of course, there’s no way I can compete with her in his heart. She’s always the first one and I will always be the last in his priorities.	LEARN_MORE	https://dynamic.lightreader.com/noah-ssg/wn/766754	Novel new	https://www.facebook.com/61566066291999/	1,767	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	dynamic.lightreader.com	IMAGE	I was not very sure what Pierce thought but marrying him was a dream come true for me. 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2,633,944	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2633943}'	Yes	2024-12-10 19:53	active	1987	❤️‍🔥🔥Mon Meilleur Ami m'a Divorcée Quand J'ai Porté Son Bébé❤️‍🔥🔥	Le point de vue de Kelly Était-ce une bénédiction d'épouser son meilleur ami ? Je n'étais pas vraiment sûre de ce que Pierce pensait, mais l'épouser était un rêve devenu réalité pour moi. Et maintenant, ce qui était encore plus excitant, c'est que nous allions accueillir notre premier enfant. « C'est une bonne chose que vous soyez prudente. Vous auriez pu perdre votre bébé, Mademoiselle Monroe. » La gynécologue me l'a dit sérieusement en voyant le choc dans mes yeux. Je touchais mon ventre subconsciemment, et je n'arrivais toujours pas à croire qu'un bébé y reposait. Avais-je bien entendu ? J'étais enceinte ? J'étais enceinte d'un bébé pour Pierce ! Mon meilleur ami et mon premier coup de cœur ! En sortant de l'hôpital, j'avais hâte de parler à Pierce de notre bébé. Je me demandais quelle serait sa réaction. Allait-il crier de bonheur ? Allait-il m'embrasser et tout ? Mon Dieu ! Je ne pouvais contenir mon bonheur. Je me suis couverte le visage rouge en rêvassant. Mais l'instant où j'ai senti le froid de l'anneau simple sur mon doigt, mon cœur battant furieusement s'est apaisé. J'avais presque oublié que Pierce n'était pas le genre à tenir à avoir des enfants, surtout lorsque notre mariage avait été arrangé par sa famille. Pierce était un véritable gentleman, en tant qu'ami et en tant que mari. Chaque fois que nous faisions l'amour, il était prévenant mais prudent, disant qu'il n'y avait pas besoin d'ajouter des chaînes supplémentaires lorsque nous n'étions pas prêts. Ce bébé, d'une certaine manière, n'était pas prévu. Mon esprit devenait agité alors que j'étais assise dans ma voiture. Serait-ce une bonne nouvelle pour lui ? Et si Pierce n'était toujours pas prêt pour le bébé ? « Madame, tout va bien ? Vous avez besoin d'appeler le Patron ? » Mon chauffeur privé Luke me demanda inquiet en remarquant mon froncement de sourcils. Luke était fiable comme un membre de la famille, mais si je choisissais de partager, je voulais toujours que Pierce soit le premier à connaître cette nouvelle. Il est le père de mon bébé. « Non », ai-je secoué la tête, donnant à Luke un sourire rassurant. « Il est en avion. Je lui parlerai moi-même plus tard. » Pour que je puisse percevoir sa réponse directement à travers ses expressions naturelles. J'ai toujours été douée pour ça. J'ai fermé les yeux en me rappelant le premier jour où nous nous sommes rencontrés. Son sourire éclatant au soleil était si éblouissant, il était un Prince. Bien avant que nous devenions meilleurs amis, je suis tombée amoureuse de lui au premier regard. Mais ce n'était qu'un amour non partagé, je le savais bien. J'ai baissé la vitre de la voiture pour avoir un peu d'air frais mais j'ai par accident aperçu notre ancien lycée. Ce sentiment amer a rempli à nouveau ma poitrine. Pierce est mon premier amour mais je ne suis pas le sien. Au lycée, j'étais juste une intello ennuyeuse aux yeux des autres, tandis que Pierce Anderson était le Quarterback étincelant. Tout le monde était surpris que nous puissions être amis. Bien que l'animosité grandissait, j'aimais être près de lui. J'ai lentement réalisé que je ne voulais pas seulement être son amie. Mais, au moment où j'allais lui avouer mes sentiments, une autre fille est entrée dans sa vie. J'ai secoué la tête pour essayer de me débarrasser de ces tristes vieux souvenirs. J'ai agrippé l'anneau de mariage froid sur mon doigt, me disant que le passé était passé. Pierce avait dit qu'ils s'étaient séparés et que j'étais maintenant sa femme. J'étais sa femme qui portait maintenant son bébé. J'ai essuyé les larmes aux coins de mes yeux et j'ai ouvert la porte de notre maison. Mon cœur s'est apaisé en respirant l'odeur de chez nous. Notre chez nous. Ce n'était pas aussi luxueux que la villa de sa famille mais c'était douillet. Pierce et moi l'avions décoré ensemble de nos propres mains. Nous avions aimé ça. Oui, j'avais dû trop penser. Cette femme ne faisait plus partie de notre vie depuis longtemps et mon mariage avec Pierce était aussi beau qu'un conte de fées depuis trois ans. J'ai jeté un coup d'œil à l'horloge au mur. À cet instant, Pierce aurait dû descendre de l'avion. Il était en voyage pendant plus d'un mois pour l'entreprise familiale. Pierce était le Président de ADE, la première entreprise de magazine de mode en Asie, et j'étais en réalité la Vice-Présidente de l'entreprise. Nous n'étions pas seulement des partenaires de vie mais aussi de bons partenaires au travail. Il me manquait beaucoup. J'ai composé immédiatement son numéro. Je voulais vraiment entendre sa voix maintenant, savoir quand il arriverait à la maison. Je lui préparerais un bon repas et il me récompenserait avec un doux baiser. Et ensuite, nous pourrions faire l'amour passionnément comme il me l'avait fait la nuit avant son voyage d'affaires. Oups, j'avais presque oublié que j'étais enceinte maintenant. J'avais besoin de lui dire ça en premier, puis nous pourrions faire autre chose à la place. J'imaginais joyeusement nos retrouvailles et mon cœur a chuté lorsqu'une voix de femme a retenti au bout du fil. [Allô ?] J'ai raccroché à peine un mot prononcé. Mon téléphone est tombé par terre et mon corps a commencé à trembler de manière incontrôlable. NON ! Ça ne pouvait pas être elle ! Ça ne pouvait pas être Lexi ! Elle n'était plus dans notre vie ! J'avais dû mal entendre. Je me suis précipitée vers le frigo pour essayer de me calmer avec un peu d'alcool. Mais au moment où j'ai touché la bouteille de vin, je me suis souvenue des mots du médecin et de mon bébé. Je devais être prudente pour le bien de mon bébé. Je me suis tournée pour prendre une boîte de lait et me suis dirigée vers le canapé. Je ne sais pas ce qui m'a fait reconnaître la voix de Lexi à ce moment-là. Je veux dire que Lexi et moi n'avons jamais été proches. Lexi Gilbert était une beauté blonde typique pour qui les hommes se pâmaient. Elle était la pom-pom girl populaire du lycée tandis que Pierce était la star quarterback. Un meilleur couple que lui et une intello comme moi, non ? Ce n'était pas surprenant qu'il soit tombé pour elle. Ma fierté ne pouvait pas supporter de voir l'homme que j'aimais se pâmer pour une autre femme. Donc, j'avais une fois tenté de m'éloigner d'eux silencieusement, mais Pierce refusait de sortir de ma vie. Chaque fois que je me noyais dans un océan de livres et d'études pour les oublier, Pierce apparaissait à ma porte en me demandant de sortir. Je ne pouvais dire non à son sourire charmant ; je ne pouvais dire non lorsqu'il prétendait qu'il était de son devoir en tant que mon meilleur ami de m'emmener profiter du monde réel. Pour ne pas gâcher notre amitié, je ne pouvais que cacher mon cœur brisé, jouant silencieusement le rôle de sa meilleure amie à ses côtés et regardant son visage heureux pour une autre fille. J'ai finalement trouvé le courage d'étudier à l'étranger lorsque j'ai appris que Pierce avait l'intention de demander Lexi en mariage. Cependant, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer que Grand-mère m'appellerait pour me supplier de revenir. Je suis rentrée précipitamment pour trouver un Pierce sans vie. Son cœur avait été gravement blessé, par Lexi. Mon bien-aimé rayon de soleil avait disparu, et mon cœur saignait. J'ai commencé à détester Lexi à partir de ce moment. J'ai offert l'homme de mes rêves à elle, et comment osait-elle lui faire autant de mal ! Cette sorcière ! Pierce n'a rien dit à personne sur ce qui s'était passé excepté qu'il en avait fini avec Lexi. Grand-mère a arrangé notre mariage. Je n'ai pas compris pourquoi il a accepté jusqu'au jour où je l'ai entendu dire que se marier avec une autre que Lexi serait pareil pour lui. Ça a tellement fait mal, mais je suis quand même entrée dans ce mariage sans hésiter une seconde. Mon précieux garçon était brisé et je voulais le réparer, peu importe si je me ruinerais dans ce processus. Je me suis endormie à la maison en me sentant si insécurisée et inquiète. Je me suis réveillée au milieu de la nuit lorsque j'ai senti quelqu'un caresser ma joue. Lentement, j'ai ouvert les yeux et j'ai réalisé que je m'étais endormie dans le salon. Quelqu'un m'a soulevée du canapé. J'ai immédiatement reconnu son odeur et son toucher alors que je le regardais les yeux mi-clos. « Peirce… » « Hmm », il a murmuré en se dirigeant vers les escaliers. « Pourquoi as-tu dormi sur le canapé ? » Je l'ai observé alors qu'il me déposait délicatement sur le lit. Il a caressé mes cheveux et a embrassé mon front. Il était toujours si doux et c'est pour ça que je l'aimais tant. Même en faisant l'amour, il était très prévenant envers mes sentiments. Nous avions été séparés pendant plus d'un mois, mon corps le manquait et mon cœur le désirait. « Où as-tu été ? Je t'attendais », ai-je dit alors que je caressais sa joue. « J'ai juste rencontré un(e) ami(e). Tu as dit que tu m'attendais, c'est urgent ? » En regardant son visage doux, soudain je ne voulais pas gâcher l'instant. alors j'ai fermé mes lèvres entrouvertes et j'ai de nouveau avalé la vérité dans mon estomac. Demain, peut-être demain, j'aurai le courage de faire face à tous les mystères. J'ai secoué la tête et j'ai boude, lui disant que j'étais fatiguée. Il a ri et m'a soigneusement portée au lit. Au moment où il allait me laisser après m'avoir donné un bisou de bonne nuit, j'ai paniqué pour une raison quelconque. J'ai alors rapidement attrapé son corps et l'ai embrassé avec toute ma passion, essayant de le déshabiller, essayant de le faire me toucher plus profondément et intensément. Il me manquait. Je le désirais. J'avais l'impression que la seule façon de me sentir à l'aise était de le laisser s'introduire en moi à nouveau. Pour m'assurer qu'il était toujours à moi. « Attends Kels », pourtant il m'a arrêtée en immobilisant mes mains folles sur le lit. « Je croyais que tu avais dit que tu étais fatiguée et que tu avais besoin de te reposer. » « Mais je crois que tu me manques plus maintenant. » Je l'ai regardé avec innocence et j'ai pu voir le désir dans ses yeux, mais je ne sais pas pourquoi il a vite disparu. Il était d'habitude content lorsque je prenais l'initiative. Comme s'il remarquait ma confusion, il a ri et m'a pinçé le nez de façon espiègle, « Je vais juste prendre une douche. Je sens l'alcool. » J'ai juste hoché la tête et l'ai regardé se diriger vers la salle de bain. Mais la somnolence m'a frappée à nouveau alors j'ai fermé les yeux pour une petite sieste. Cependant, il était déjà matin lorsque j'ai rouvert les yeux et Pierce était à côté de moi, posant un plateau de nourriture sur la table de chevet. « Salut ! » J'ai salué en souriant en réalisant ce qu'il avait fait. Il m'avait préparé le petit déjeuner. Au lit. Le plus doux. Il a souri et s'est assis sur le lit. « Bonjour. » J'ai souri en prenant place sur le lit. Il a porté le plateau et l'a posé à côté de moi. J'ai haussé un sourcil et j'ai incliné la tête en le fixant. Ses yeux étaient d'un brun profond. Ses sourcils étaient épais et noirs, complimentant ses beaux yeux. Son nez était fier et pointu et ses lèvres étaient rouges et fines. Il avait vraiment l'air d'un mauvais garçon sexy. Même Damon Salvatore aurait honte de se tenir à côté de lui. Personne ne fait le poids face à cet homme. « C'est quoi ça ? C'est un pot-de-vin ? Tu m'as plantée hier soir, mauvais garçon. » Il n'a pas ri. Il a poussé un soupir et a doucement remis mes cheveux derrière mes oreilles avant de tenir ma main et de plonger son regard dans le mien. « J'ai quelque chose à te dire. » Mon cœur s'est emballé. J'ai pensé à notre bébé dans mon ventre. Il a quelque chose à dire. Moi aussi, j'ai quelque chose à lui dire. « Q-Quoi ? » J'ai demandé alors que je sentais ma voix trembler. Il a pris un soupir profond. « Tu sais que tu comptes beaucoup pour moi, pas vrai ? » J'ai lentement hoché la tête, les lèvres entrouvertes. Je ne pouvais pas répondre. J'ai peur de ce qu'il va dire. J'ai un mauvais pressentiment. « Tu étais ma meilleure amie avant notre mariage. Tu es l'une des rares personnes que je chéris... » J'ai caché mes poings serrés sous les draps. Je ne sais pas pourquoi il me dit tout ça, mais je sentais déjà des larmes s'amasser dans le coin de mes yeux. « Kelly… » il s'est arrêté et a serré ses yeux avant de me regarder à nouveau dans les yeux. « Je-Je pense qu'il est temps pour nous de divorcer. » « P-Pierce… » J'ai senti mon cœur se serrer. Il a souri. « Je sais que toi non plus, tu n'as pas de sentiment pour moi. Tu m'as juste épousé à cause de mes grands-parents. Tu as juste fait ça parce que tu les aimes. Maintenant, c'est le moment de notre véritable bonheur, Kelly. » J'ai secoué la tête, « Q-Qu'est-ce que tu racontes, Pierce ? » « Lexi est de retour, Kelly. Mon premier amour est de retour. » Chapter 2: Chapitre 2 Il ne pleut jamais mais ça se déverse Le point de vue de Kelly Je suis descendue du lit et ai essayé de partir mais Pierce a attrapé ma main. J'ai immédiatement essuyé les larmes qui coulaient sur mes joues avant qu'il puisse les voir. Il s'est tenu devant moi et a regardé mon visage alors que je m'efforçais tant de regarder vers le bas et d'éviter son regard. Je sentais mon cœur se briser en morceaux. Je pensais... je pensais que je pourrais le faire tomber amoureux de moi pendant ces trois années ensemble. Je pensais que ses sentiments s'intensifieraient et qu'il me verrait comme une femme plutôt que comme une simple meilleure amie. J'étais stupide d'espérer et de rêver si grand. J'ai échoué. Peu importe à quel point j'essayais, son cœur appartenait uniquement à son premier amour, Lexi. "Kelly..." J'ai retenu mon souffle et avalé la douleur en le regardant. J'ai feint un sourire, "J'ai besoin de me laver avant de manger." Il fixait mes yeux comme s'il essayait de deviner ce que je pensais. Je sais qu'il me connaissait trop bien alors je me suis efforcée de cacher ma douleur et lui ai souri. Il a soupiré et a lâché ma main. "D'accord. Je t'attendrai ici. Mangeons et allons travailler ensemble." Ensemble ? Comme il pouvait être cruel ? Il voulait toujours qu'on s'entende comme s'il ne m'avait pas demandé le divorce ? Il voulait qu'on reste comme avant après m'avoir dit que son premier amour était de retour et qu'il voulait divorcer de moi ? Oh Pierce, qu'y a-t-il dans ta tête ? Si j'ai pu me forcer à rester à la place de sa meilleure amie en lui souhaitant le bonheur, je n'ai plus ce courage après les trois années que nous avons partagées. Il n'y a aucune façon que je puisse endurer ce genre de torture à nouveau, surtout en portant son bébé. Le bébé... Je pensais que c'était une bonne nouvelle pour nous mais maintenant... ça serait plutôt comme un fardeau pour lui, je suppose. Un fardeau qui l'empêcherait d'obtenir son véritable amour et sa liberté. Je sais ce que c'est qu'un enfant non désiré grandisse. Mes parents étaient déjà divorcés bien avant la mort de ma mère et la nouvelle famille de mon père me détestait et ça fait tellement mal. Je ne veux pas que mon bébé ressente la même chose. Je dois protéger mon bébé de cela. J'ai feint un sourire à nouveau. "Nous ne pouvons pas. Je dois visiter le studio pour la séance photo de nos nouveaux modèles..." "Je t'accompagnerai—" "Non." J'ai repoussé sa main. Ses yeux ont suivi ma main avant de lever à nouveau son visage pour me regarder. "Tu as des documents à signer. Nos emplois du temps sont déjà organisés, tu te souviens ?" "Mais..." "J'ai un chauffeur personnel, Pierce. Je serai bien pour y aller seule." Il a soupiré et a lentement acquiescé. Je lui ai tourné le dos et suis entrée dans la salle de bain. J'ai immédiatement ouvert la douche et me suis placée sous l'eau froide. Les larmes dévalaient mes joues alors que je couvrais ma bouche pour supprimer mes sanglots. Mes épaules tremblaient vraiment fort et quand j'ai pensé à mon bébé, j'ai avalé difficilement et ai essayé de me calmer. J'ai essuyé mon visage et ai caressé mon ventre. Je dois être forte. Je dois rester calme. Je ne devrais pas mettre la vie de mon bébé en jeu juste parce que mon cœur est brisé. Je dois gérer cela intelligemment. J'ai repris mon souffle et ai terminé mon bain. Quand je suis sortie de la salle de bain, j'ai été choquée de voir que Pierce était toujours là. Il luttait pour ajuster sa cravate devant le miroir en pied. J'ai aussi remarqué ma paire de talons et ma robe sur le lit. "Hé ! J'ai choisi ta robe pour aujourd'hui." Comme notre mariage n'était pas public, Pierce a dit qu'il essaierait de faire des petites choses pour moi en tant que mari. Il le faisait bien et j'appréciais ces moments doux mais maintenant, cela allait me tuer. J'ai attrapé la robe et suis entrée dans le dressing. Je l'ai senti me suivre. J'ai remis la robe blanche et en ai pris une rouge. Quand je me suis retournée vers lui, son front était plissé. J'ai souri. "Je préfère le rouge aujourd'hui. Je me sentirais belle dans cette robe." Ses yeux se sont posés sur la robe que je tenais et son visage s'est immédiatement apaisé. Il a acquiescé et s'est avancé vers moi. "Je vois. Aide-moi d'abord à ajuster ça." J'ai posé ma robe sur son bras et ai commencé à ajuster sa cravate. Je pouvais sentir son regard fixe et cela faisait battre mon cœur si vite. J'ai pris une grande respiration et ai mordu ma lèvre inférieure alors que je luttais pour arranger la cravate. Ma vision devenait à nouveau floue. Mince ! "Kelly..." J'ai sursauté en choc. "Hmm ?" "Ça va ?" Je l'ai regardé et ai souri, "Oui." "J'ai encore quelque chose à dire." J'ai terminé d'ajuster sa cravate alors j'ai immédiatement attrapé la robe de sa main. J'ai jeté un coup d'œil avant de le dépasser et ai parlé... "Parlons-en une autre fois. Je vais être en retard." J'ai entendu son soupir alors qu'il me suivait à nouveau. J'ai saisi mes sous-vêtements et me suis habillée pendant qu'il était debout derrière moi. Il est resté silencieux tout le temps comme s'il pensait à quelque chose. "Tu devrais manger avant de partir." Je lui ai fait face et ai acquiescé. "Je le ferai. Tu devrais y aller maintenant." "Kelly, on est sur la même longueur d'onde, n'est-ce pas ?" Je l'ai regardé. Non, Pierce. Nous ne sommes jamais sur la même longueur d'onde. Tout ça, ce ne sont que mes stupides fantasmes. Je pensais que tu avais des sentiments pour moi et j'avais tellement tort. "Si c'est à propos du divorce, je comprends tout, Pierce. Je sais ce que je dois faire. Donne-moi juste un peu de temps car je suis vraiment occupée avec l'entreprise. Je ne vais pas fuir." "Kelly, je ne fais pas ça que pour moi. Je le fais aussi pour toi. Tu as été enchaînée avec moi depuis notre mariage. Je sais que tu n'es pas heureuse parce qu'au fond, tu veux aussi trouver l'homme que tu mérites. Quelqu'un qui t'aimera vraiment. Pas moi. Pas quelqu'un à moitié cœur." "Je comprends ce que tu essaies de dire, Pierce," ai-je dit et ai essayé de me tourner, mais il m'a retenue par la taille, me gardant en place. Il a tout fait pour capturer mes yeux et il a réussi. Il m'a regardée avec inquiétude. "Tu es ma meilleure amie. Je ne veux pas te perdre, Kels. Tu fais partie de mes rares personnes..." "Je sais," ai-je dit par frustration. Il avait l'air choqué, alors je me suis calmée. "Je-Je sais. Tu n'as pas à t'inquiéter. C'est juste le stress du travail. Ce n'est pas à propos de notre divorce." Ses lèvres se sont écartées et il a lentement acquiescé comme s'il pouvait respirer correctement. Il s'est avancé vers moi et j'ai gelé quand il a doucement embrassé mon front... "Merci, Kelly," a-t-il chuchoté. Mon cœur s'est serré. Cela faisait trois ans mais j'étais toujours aussi lâche. Pourquoi ne pouvais-tu pas simplement lui dire que tu l'aimes, Kelly ? C'est ton mari et tu portes son bébé ! Dis-le lui et il pourrait changer d'avis ! J'ai avalé difficilement et allais lui dire mais son téléphone a sonné. Je n'ai pas manqué l'identification de l'appelant. Encore une fois, c'était Lexi. "Je dois y aller." Il s'est gratté la tête en s'excusant et je n'ai pas manqué les coins de sa bouche qui s'élevaient. "J'ai appelé Luke et il t'attend dehors. Mange avant de partir, d'accord ?" Avec ça, il a quitté notre chambre. Les larmes que j'avais réussi à réprimer ont de nouveau éclaté. Pourquoi pensais-je que je pourrais avoir une chance ? Il avait déjà fait son choix à partir du moment où il a demandé le divorce, n'est-ce pas ? Quand il s'agissait de Lexi, j'étais toujours celle qu'il abandonnerait. Chapter 3: Chapitre 3 Lèvre Supérieure Rigide Le point de vue de Kelly Je suis entrée dans le studio vêtue seulement de talons rouges de deux pouces et d'une robe rouge. Tout le monde me regardait alors que je marchais dans le couloir. Ils me saluaient tous avec un sourire mais mon visage restait stoïque, ne montrant aucune émotion du tout. La conversation avec Pierce ce matin résonnait encore dans ma tête, mais je ne pouvais pas laisser cela affecter mon travail. Je ne pouvais pas échouer dans mon travail après avoir échoué dans mon mariage. J'ai pris une profonde inspiration pour ajuster mon état. Cependant, lorsque je suis entrée dans la salle de photoshoot, j'ai pu remarquer que tout le monde était en chaos. « On ne peut pas ! Elle ne répond pas à ses appels. Que devons-nous faire ? Le Vice-Président vient aujourd'hui. Elle va se fâcher. » « On peut juste lui dire la vérité. Elle est gentille. » « Pas dans cette situation, Lily ! Elle va nous gronder— » « Que se passe-t-il ici ? » demandai-je en faisant mon entrée dans la pièce. Le personnel me regardait maintenant avec des expressions inquiètes et je savais alors qu'il y avait un problème. « B-Bonjour, Mademoiselle Monroe. » Mademoiselle Monroe. Bien sûr, personne ne savait que Pierce et moi étions mariés à part nos familles. Cela me faisait mal au cœur à cause de cette vérité. Ça fait mal. Je la regardais d'un air vide, « Quoi ? » « N-Nous avons un problème, Mademoiselle Monroe. Mlle Chen, notre mannequin, refuse de répondre à nos appels. Elle a entendu dire que nous changeons de mannequin, donc… elle ne veut pas venir ici. Elle menace même… de porter plainte contre nous. » Elle baissa la tête. Je serrai les dents et balayai la pièce du regard. « Où est le responsable marketing ? » « E-Elle essaie toujours de convaincre Mlle Chen, Mademoiselle Monroe. » Je me massais le front et fermait les yeux. Je me saisis les cheveux et criai de colère. Je sentis tout le monde autour de moi sursauter de choc. Je grognai et aspirai une grande respiration avant de regarder autour. « Mademoiselle Monroe... » « Qu'est-ce que c'est, Mlle Hayley ? Vous êtes la responsable marketing, que se passe-t-il ? » « Mademoiselle Monroe, je ne sais pas comment cela s'est passé, mais Mlle Chen a entendu dire que vous changez de mannequin. Elle est sur le point de porter plainte contre nous— » Changer de mannequin ? Comment se fait-il que je ne sois pas au courant ? Mlle Chen a toujours été une partenaire de confiance et, sauf nécessité, changer de mannequins pour un tournage publicitaire à courte échéance ne ferait que causer beaucoup de problèmes pour l'entreprise. Je n'autoriserais jamais une telle erreur. « Je n'ai jamais demandé ça. Vous devez vous tromper. » J'ai coupé ses paroles pour gagner du temps, « Réglez ce désordre sinon je dois vous licencier ! » « Mademoiselle Monroe... C'est le Président qui nous a demandé de le changer. » Hayley parla avec hésitation. « Il a ordonné cela dès son retour de son voyage d'affaires hier. » J'ai été frappée par la vérité. L'ordre de Pierce ? Pourquoi ne me l'avait-il pas dit ? Il discutait toujours de chaque décision majeure d'abord avec moi. « Ça ne devrait pas être... » J'étais confuse. Pierce n'était pas un homme d'affaires ignorant. Il faisait une nette distinction entre travail et relations, c'est pourquoi il réussissait toujours. Et c'était aussi pourquoi il avait choisi de garder notre mariage secret. « Oui, Kelly. J'ai donné l'ordre. » La voix me ramena à la réalité. « Monsieur le Président... » Hayley s'inclina respectueusement en voyant l'homme qui était soudainement apparu derrière moi. « Je pense que vous me devez une explication, Pierce. À propos du changement de mannequin ! » grondai-je en me tournant pour lui poser la question. Il savait clairement combien d'efforts j'avais mis pour remporter ce projet. Je n'avais presque pas bien dormi ces jours-ci et Mlle Chen était l'idéale pour travailler avec nous. Je me souviens qu'il avait aussi été d'accord. Mais maintenant... il avait juste changé de mannequin comme il le voulait sans m'en parler à l'avance. Je me sentais comme si j'avais reçu une gifle. « Allez-y pour le travail. Je vais lui expliquer. » Il apaisa d'abord le personnel, ignorant la colère qui était sur le point de jaillir de mes yeux. « Répondez-moi, Pierce ! Pourquoi changez-vous de mannequin si soudainement ? » Je ne pouvais contenir ma colère et il toucha juste mon épaule en me murmurant, « Ce n'est pas le lieu pour parler. Laissez-moi vous expliquer dans la voiture. » Je regardais autour pour remarquer les autres nous lancer des regards furtifs. Puis je repoussais ses mains et marchais vers le parking. Mais en chemin, mon cœur était de plus en plus lourd. J'avais le sentiment que je n'allais pas apprécier son explication. « Maintenant, dites-le. » Je lâchai cela alors que nous étions assis dans sa voiture. Il plongea son regard dans le mien comme pour peser mes émotions. Je détournai à nouveau le regard. Je ne pouvais supporter ses regards. Je ne pouvais supporter ses yeux qui ne me regardaient jamais comme je voulais qu'il me regarde. Il n'a aucun sentiment pour moi et ça fait tellement mal. « J-Je... » il s'arrêta et soupira. « J'ai remplacé Mlle Chen parce que Lexi veut être notre mannequin. Elle est aussi apte à être notre mannequin donc j'ai accepté— » « Quoi ? » demandai-je incrédule. Il pressa ses lèvres l'une contre l'autre et détourna le regard. Il ébouriffa ses cheveux avant de secouer la tête et de prendre ma main. « Je suis désolé de ne pas vous l'avoir dit plus tôt. C'était juste si soudain. Elle a demandé une faveur et je ne peux pas dire non. » Je repris ma main et le regardai à la fois avec douleur et colère. « Vous ne pouvez pas lui dire non alors vous préférez nuire à l'entreprise, notre entreprise. Vous m'avez trahie, Pierce. » « Kels, voyons. Vous savez combien je l'aime. C'est mon premier amour. » Douloureusement, je fermai les yeux. Oh oui, c'est ton premier amour. Elle est toujours celle que tu veux quoi qu'il en coûte. Tant qu'elle fronçait un peu les sourcils, tu pouvais fermer les yeux sur la douleur et les efforts des autres. Tu es si cruel, Pierce. « Bien, vous avez décidé. Je n'ai pas mon mot à dire puisque vous êtes le Président. Allez-y. Je serai au bureau. » Je dis froidement en ouvrant la portière de la voiture pour sortir. « Kelly… » Je le regardai dans les yeux. « Rentrez tôt à la maison. Parlons de notre divorce ce soir à la maison. » Chapter 4: Chapitre 4 Laisser en plan Le point de vue de Kelly Je jouais avec mon alliance. Je lui avais dit de rentrer tôt, mais il n'est pas rentré du tout. Il ne répondait même pas à mes appels. Eh bien, maintenant que Lexi était de retour, cette maison n'était probablement plus un foyer à ses yeux. Mes yeux se sont posés sur mon rapport de grossesse sur la table. Quelle ironie. J'étais encore assez naïve pour espérer que les choses seraient différentes si je lui parlais du bébé. Mais oublions, ce bébé n'entrait pas dans ses plans. Bien sûr, Pierce n'était pas le genre à me forcer à avorter. Mais il ne pouvait pas non plus se défaire de son obsession pour Lexi. Il pourrait rester dans ce mariage sans amour si ses parents le lui demandaient. Mais tout ce que j'aurais, ce serait une coquille vide. Ce n'est pas ça un Père que je voulais pour mon bébé. J'ai essuyé les larmes qui commençaient à se rassembler au coin de mes yeux et j'ai ramassé le rapport. Il était déjà 5 heures du matin quand j'ai regardé l'horloge murale. J'ai essayé de nouveau de composer son numéro, mais toujours occupé. Avec quoi était-il occupé ? Était-il occupé à faire l'amour avec Lexi ? Il devait beaucoup lui manquer, n'est-ce pas ? Je me souviens encore du jour où il est revenu de ses premières vacances privées avec Lexi. Sa joie était indéniable. Presque immédiatement, j'ai pu dire qu'ils avaient fait l'amour. Le même jour, en rentrant dans ma chambre, j'ai pleuré à haute voix en me démaquillant. Rien de ce que je faisais ne fonctionnait. Je ne pourrais jamais remplacer Lexi dans son cœur. J'avais l'impression que des centaines de kilos pesaient sur ma poitrine. J'ai décidé de prendre une douche pour me laver de toutes ces émotions misérables mais au moment où j'ai ouvert la garde-robe, nos vêtements intimes étaient entremêlés, me ramenant au souvenir de la dernière fois que Pierce et moi avions fait l'amour ici. C'était la fois où il n'avait pas utilisé de contraception. Il était si passionné que j'ai cru qu'il acceptait enfin notre mariage. J'ai cru, une fois, que son retour de ce voyage d'affaires serait un nouveau départ pour nous, mais en réalité c'était un début pour que nous nous séparions maintenant. Incapable de réprimer plus longtemps mes sentiments, j'ai fléchi en pleurant bruyamment. Pourquoi ? Pourquoi suis-je toujours celle qu'ils choisissent d'abandonner ? Pourquoi ne mérité-je pas d'être aimée ? Je ne me souviens pas comment je suis tombée endormie. Quand le réveil a sonné, j'ai touché, par réflexe, l'oreiller à côté de moi. Aussi froid que la nuit dernière. Il n'est toujours pas rentré. Je me suis moquée de moi-même en croisant mon reflet dans le miroir de la coiffeuse. Les cernes sous mes yeux étaient si visibles et mes cheveux dans un tel désordre, j'avais l'air d'un fantôme. Tu vois, Kelly ? C'est ce qui arrive quand tu t'engages dans un mariage sans amour sans réfléchir. Tu ne feras que te briser si tu continues sur le mauvais chemin. Divorce juste. Épargne-lui et épargne-toi. Ton bébé a besoin d'une maman forte. Soudain, une vague de nausée m'a envahie l'estomac et j'ai réalisé que je n'avais même rien mangé la nuit dernière. Me sentant à nouveau mal, je cours vers l'évier et vomis. Je crache un liquide jaunâtre et c'est tellement mauvais. Je me suis immédiatement rincé la bouche et ai regardé mon propre reflet dans le miroir. J'ai secoué la tête et me suis tenu le front dès que j'ai eu envie de vomir à nouveau. Je crache encore un liquide jaunâtre et tandis que je me rince la bouche, je sens une main chaude caresser mon dos. J'ai immédiatement levé le visage et croisé une paire d'yeux marron qui me regardaient à travers le miroir. Debout derrière moi avec un visage inquiet se tenait mon mari Pierce. J'ai toujours été reconnaissante de l'avoir comme meilleur ami et mari mais maintenant... je le perds. Le perdant sans espoir. « Ça va ? Tu ne te sens pas bien ? Tu aurais dû me le dire. » Je l'ai regardé à travers le miroir. « Tu n'as pas répondu à mes appels. De la culpabilité est apparue dans ses yeux. « Je suis désolé. J'avais des choses à faire. Je suis resté au bureau toute la nuit. » J'ai essuyé mon visage et suis passée à côté de lui. Il m'a suivie alors que je m'asseyais devant la coiffeuse et commençais à me peigner les cheveux. « Kels... » « Je me suis réveillée en retard. Je n'ai pas préparé le petit-déjeuner. » J'ai essayé d'éviter ses yeux. J'avais l'impression que j'allais perdre mon calme et m'énerver contre lui. Il n'y avait pas un seul moment où je sentais son égoïsme aussi clairement qu'à présent. Il m'appelait sa meilleure amie, pourtant il n'avait jamais sérieusement pris en compte mes besoins. Mes sentiments. « Kels... tu sais que je ne parle pas de ça. Je suis juste inquiet pour ton état... » « Kels, ça va toujours entre nous ? » J'ai arrêté de me peigner et ai lentement croisé son regard. Encore à travers le miroir. Vraiment ? Il me demande ça ? Après m'avoir proposé le divorce sans même demander si j'étais d'accord avec cela ? Il a décidé seul. Tout simplement parce que son premier amour est revenue. Je ne peux pas le croire. J'ai feint un sourire. « Je ne me sens juste pas bien aujourd'hui, Pierce. » Il s'est immédiatement accroupi à côté de moi, ce qui n'est pas surprenant car je sais qu'il se soucie vraiment de moi. Ce qui m'a surpris, c'est pourquoi continue-t-il à faire cela après avoir enfoncé un poignard dans mon cœur. « Ça va ? » Il a doucement touché mon front et mon cou. « Tu es malade ? Dis-moi comment tu te sens, Kels. » « Mes sentiments n'ont pas d'importance », n'ai-je pas pu m'empêcher de lâcher. Il a paru choqué de ce que j'ai dit. Quand j'ai essayé de l'éviter, il a attrapé mon poignet et m'a fait le regarder. Son visage reflétait maintenant sa colère. Il avait complètement perdu patience. « Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas chez toi, Kels ? Tu agis comme ça depuis hier. C'est à cause de Lexi ? Ou parce que je ne suis pas rentré hier soir ? » Je l'ai regardé dans les yeux, agacée. "C'est toi qui as demandé le divorce ! Je t'ai dit de rentrer plus tôt mais tu m'as juste laissée attendre toute la nuit. Comment voulez-vous que je t'accueille ce matin, Pierce ?" Il a serré les mâchoires et a secoué la tête. « Kels, je... » « Assez. Nous parlerons du divorce après le travail aujourd'hui. » « Kels ! » Il a appelé et a attrapé mes épaules. La confusion et la douleur étaient visibles dans ses yeux. « Es-tu amoureuse de moi ? » J'ai été prise de court? Amoureuse ? Oui ! Depuis que nous étions au lycée. Depuis qu'il est devenu mon meilleur ami. Qui ne tomberait pas pour quelqu'un qui vous a protégé depuis toujours ? Mais bien sûr, je ne peux pas lui dire. Cela ne ferait que compliquer encore plus les choses. Je ne veux même pas qu'il me plaigne. J'ai secoué la tête et ai repoussé ses bras. « Tu es drogué ? Je ne suis pas amoureuse de toi. » Je lui ai tourné le dos et suis entrée à nouveau dans la salle de bain. Je l'ai verrouillée avant d'aller vers la baignoire. Je devrais me concentrer sur moi-même. Je ne peux pas laisser mes émotions m'affecter mais... mais pourquoi mes larmes tombent-elles à nouveau ? « Tu es si pathétique, Kelly ! Tu ne peux même pas lui dire ce que tu ressens vraiment », me suis-je murmurée à moi-même en essuyant mes larmes de colère. Il m'a fallu presque une heure à me baigner. Quand j'ai eu fini, j'ai réalisé que Pierce était déjà parti. J'ai secoué la tête, incrédule. Il ne cesse de m'abandonner. Je ne peux pas croire que nous en soyons arrivés là. Je pensais que nous allions bien. J'étais tellement stupide. *** « Bonjour, Mademoiselle Monroe... » « Bonjour, Vice-Président... » Je n'ai pas salué en retour comme j'en avais l'habitude. Je suis toujours énervée et mon humeur semble déréglée. L'irritation peut facilement me submerger et je ne peux pas la contrôler. Probablement à cause de la proposition de divorce de Pierce ou à cause de ma grossesse. J'étais sur le point d'entrer dans mon bureau lorsque j'ai entendu deux filles parler. « Tu l'as vue ? Je parie que c'est la petite amie de M. Anderson. Ils avaient l'air proches. » Mon front s'est plissé. La petite amie de Pierce ? « Ah ! C'est dommage que je n'aie pas vu son visage mais j'ai l'impression que c'est Lexi. » « Lexi ? Lexi Gilbert ? Le mannequin ? » « Oui ! Je parie mon salaire du mois là-dessus. Ils vont bien ensemble. » « Allons ! Mademoiselle Monroe et M. Anderson vont mieux ensemble. » « Sérieusement ? Ils sont meilleurs amis. Tu sais, certaines personnes sont mieux en amis. C'est le cas de M. Anderson et Mademoiselle Monroe. » J'ai fermé les yeux et ai poussé la porte de mon bureau. Je l'ai doucement fermée et me suis appuyée contre elle. C'est plus dur que ce à quoi je m'attendais. J'ai pris une grande respiration et me suis assise sur ma chaise pivotante. J'ai allumé l'ordinateur en même temps qu'une notification apparaissait sur l'écran de mon téléphone. Mes mains ont commencé à trembler dès que j'ai vu la notification. C'était une mise à jour sur les réseaux sociaux de Pierce. Il a publié une photo de lui et Lexi ensemble. En train de manger dans un restaurant chic. J'ai serré les poings et grincé des dents. Bien sûr, il n'y a aucun moyen que je puisse rivaliser avec elle dans son cœur. Elle sera toujours la première et je serai toujours la dernière dans ses priorités.	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2,635,118	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2634690}'	No	2024-12-10 20:42	active	1989	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	In Merika State, the two of them lay close together on the hotel bed. As their passion grew, Justin Yates’s husky voice, filled with allure, murmured, “Em, how about having a child with me?” Caught up in the moment, Emily Yates replied without thinking. It wasn’t until they were lying together afterward that she remembered what he had said. “A child?” she repeated, a trace of intimacy lingering in her eyes. The look stirred Justin’s desire again. She was a constant temptation to him. Pushing those thoughts aside, he pulled out a ring and slipped it onto her left hand. “Are you proposing to me?” she asked. “Yes.” “Can I finally have your child now?” Justin asked, smiling. His eyes were warm, but there was no love in them, as if he were gazing past her, waiting for someone else’s answer. “I’ll give you plenty,” she replied, momentarily surprised. Proposing in bed wasn’t exactly romantic or formal, but she didn’t mind. She had waited three years for this moment, and it was worth it. Three years ago, she had been injured near the beach, hitting her head on a rock. When she woke up, she had no memory. Justin had saved her. The first thing she saw when she woke was his face, and one look left her captivated. Later, she learned that Justin had paid her hospital bills. She also learned of his identity. He was the CEO of RC Corporation. He proposed that she be his contract lover, and without hesitation, she agreed. They signed an agreement, defining their relationship, and he gave her the name Emily Yates. Yes, she was drawn to his looks. Despite their arrangement, the past three years felt like any other relationship. In the first year, she was a hidden lover. In the second, he introduced her as his girlfriend to his circle. Now, with three years approaching, he was proposing. Once she was part of his social circle, she heard whispers about a woman who had been his first love, someone he cherished deeply in college. She had disappeared without a trace, and he had been searching for her ever since. Over the years, Justin had lost hope she was still alive. That was why he finally proposed. Emily didn’t mind. Everyone has a past. Looking at the diamond ring on her left ring finger, she felt like it had all been worth it. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Justin was showering. Calming down, Emily wrapped a towel around herself and got out of bed to pick up their scattered clothes. A soft clink echoed as something hit the floor. It was Justin’s cardholder. She bent down to pick it up, and a photo slipped out. It was old, with frayed edges, as if it had been looked at countless times. The woman in the photo looked like her but younger, just how she would have looked three years ago. Emily didn’t remember ever taking this photo, but she had lost her memory. Maybe she had forgotten. She was just about to put the cardholder back when a large, slender hand appeared, taking it from her. Justin emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp and falling over his eyes, now tinged with a hint of displeasure. “Don’t touch my things,” he said coldly, his tone a sharp contrast to the intimacy they had just shared. Turning away from her, he put the cardholder back in his briefcase, his whole demeanor suddenly distant and guarded. Emily froze. Was he really getting defensive over a photo? She looked at him, confused. Wasn’t that her old picture? Before she could ask, Justin seemed to realize that his reaction had been out of line. He turned back and grasped her chin. With a playful glint in his eye, he ran his thumb over her still-swollen lips, toying with them. His voice was cool, devoid of warmth, but his words were deeply suggestive, clearly aiming to change the subject. “We’re going to be late for the art exhibit. If you rather stay here, I wouldn’t mind going another round.” Her cheeks flushed at his teasing, and she gently pushed him away. Her thoughts were scattered, and she quickly forgot about the photo. Justin had come to Merika State on business and had received an invitation to an art exhibition by Haley Quinn. He brought Emily along, planning to take her to the show once his work was done. Haley, a painter who had withdrawn from the public eye three years ago, rarely held exhibitions, making this one a rare event. Emily dressed quickly, while Justin had already changed into a fresh suit. The gallery was close to the hotel, so they walked there. Arm in arm, they strolled down the street, enjoying the perfect atmosphere. Just as Emily felt an overwhelming sense of happiness, Justin suddenly stopped. “Justin, what’s wrong?” She followed his gaze. Across the street, a disheveled woman, her clothes too dirty to recognize their original color, was recklessly crossing the traffic, oblivious to the danger. The woman pushed Emily aside and wrapped her arms tightly around Justin’s waist. She sobbed uncontrollably, gasping for air. “Justin, I finally found you. You came looking for me, didn’t you?” Emily stumbled from the shove, the bright sunlight momentarily blinding her. The woman looked eerily familiar. She resembled the one in the photo from the cardholder and, in a way, even looked like Emily herself. “Emma? Is that really you?” Justin’s voice trembled, his eyes locked onto the woman in his arms, as if afraid she might disappear again. Just moments ago, he had proposed to Emily. Now, right there in the street, he held another woman. He gently wiped away the woman’s tears with a tenderness so delicate, as if afraid of breaking something precious. “Yes, it’s me,” the woman sobbed, nodding desperately. Frail as she was, she clung to him. Justin was known for his fastidiousness and love of cleanliness, but he now held her tightly. He was soothing her with gentle words, as if she were a lost treasure he had finally recovered. He was afraid that even the slightest rough movement might hurt her. They seemed oblivious to everything around them, including Emily. Justin seemed to have forgotten Emily was still there. The woman in his arms had cried herself into unconsciousness. He took off his expensive jacket and draped it over her. He then slipped his arms under her knees and held her tightly as he carried her back toward the hotel. Emily stood there, feeling like an outsider. Her arm still ached from where she had been shoved, and she could still feel the warmth of Justin’s touch lingering around her waist. Just minutes ago, he had been tangled up with her in bed, proposing marriage. Now, he was leaving her in the middle of the street, carrying a woman who seemed to come out of nowhere. He had tossed aside his usual grace, holding this woman, who looked like a beggar, and rushed back to the hotel. The people around them pointed and whispered, like they were watching some sort of spectacle. Emily wanted to follow him, but her first step faltered. She steadied herself against a nearby building, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the window. Her flawless makeup now showed a hint of disarray. Chapter 2 Tears had fallen without her noticing, smudging the fresh makeup around her eyes. Emily glanced down at the diamond ring on her left hand, a sense of foreboding spreading through her. The sudden appearance of this woman might shatter the happiness she had been waiting for. She couldn’t just stand here. She had to know who this woman was. After a moment to gather herself, she headed back to the hotel. The plane flew from Merika State back to Haven State. At Lichfield Hospital, Emily stood at the door of a hospital room, arms crossed, trying to see inside through the window. Justin’s friend, Zac White, the director of Lichfield Hospital, along with other doctors, were examining the restless woman on the hospital bed. Two female nurses held her steady as they conducted their checks. On the plane, her face had already been cleaned, and she had been given fresh clothes. “Emma Xander? Hasn’t she... disappeared for the past four years?” Zac was shocked. Where had Justin found her? The Yates and White families had pulled every string they could to find Emma, but after four years with no trace, they had finally given up. And now, here she was. After completing their examination, the doctors and nurses left the room. A heavy silence fell over the space. A moment later, Justin’s voice seemed to echo from a distance as he gazed at the woman, now sound asleep after a sedative. “How is she doing?” “She’s malnourished, traumatized, and a bit disoriented, but otherwise fine. She just needs some time to recover.” Justin stood by her bedside, clearly prepared to stay with her. Zac hesitated, wanting to say something, but thought better of it and left the room. He opened the door to find Emily waiting outside. Feeling awkward for his friend, Zac adjusted his silver-framed glasses and greeted her with a polite smile. “Hi, Miss Yates.” Emily nodded in acknowledgment. “Dr. White, what’s her name? And what is her relationship with Justin?” she asked bluntly, desperate to know who this woman was. Zac hesitated, uncertain how to explain that Emma was Justin’s long-lost first love. This was his friend’s private matter, after all, and not his to reveal. Before he could find the words, Justin opened the door and saw them standing outside. He frowned, clearly displeased. “Didn’t I tell you to go home? Why are you still here?” Justin’s voice dripped with disdain and impatience, as if his irritation had taken on a life of its own. Emily stood her ground, unafraid. She needed answers. “You proposed to me in Merika State just 16 hours ago, but now you’re holding another woman and completely ignoring me. And you’re not even coming home? Staying out all night?” “Stop being unreasonable. Leave. Now,” he ordered, his voice cold and commanding, his gaze on her as though she were an unruly employee who had crossed the line. Seeing Justin’s dark expression, Zac stepped in, concerned that Emily might end up on the losing side of this argument. When Justin was angry, it rarely boded well for anyone. “It’s late. Let me arrange a car to take Miss Yates home,” Zac offered, trying to ease the tension. Emily, however, refused Zac’s offer. She wasn’t leaving without answers. “You think I’m being unreasonable? I’m your fiancée. You left me on the street in a foreign country to carry another woman away without a second thought. Did you ever consider how I felt? “I’ll go, but only if you leave the hospital with me. There are doctors and nurses here to care for that woman. Right now, you’re coming home with me.” Desperate, Emily reached out to grab Justin’s arm. But before she could make contact, her arm was blocked by Justin’s personal bodyguard, William Carter. Emily was stunned, unable to believe what she was seeing. It felt as though her heart was being torn in two. Justin had always been there for her, always caring, always the first to pick up her calls, no matter if he was in a meeting or on a business trip. If she ever needed him, he would show up immediately. If she couldn’t be reached, he would search the whole city until he found her. But now, with this woman in the hospital room, he wouldn’t even let her near him? “What do you mean by this?” Emily’s voice trembled, mirroring the unease in her heart. Justin didn’t respond. He stared at her with cold, detached eyes, as if she were a stranger and not the fiancée he had just proposed to. Time seemed to stretch, each second feeling like an eternity. Finally, he spoke, his words sharp and emotionless. “Don’t be childish.” Childish? Once, he had said he loved how she depended on him, how she claimed him for herself. And now he was calling her childish? “If you want to stay here with her, then what about our marriage? You proposed to me just today!” Emily’s heart ached, squeezing painfully in her chest. She knew it wasn’t the right moment to bring this up, but she couldn’t accept the idea that her future husband would spend the night in the hospital with another woman. Zac stood nearby, listening in shock. Marriage? Had Justin really proposed to Emily? And what about Emma in the hospital room? Justin glanced over his shoulder, worried that the woman asleep in the hospital bed might hear them and wake up. Emily noticed the concern in his eyes. It was an expression she had seen many times when he had worried about her. But now, that look was for someone else. He turned back to Emily, his voice still icy. “If you don’t want to get married, we can call it off. This isn’t the place for your drama. William, have the driver take her home.” He didn’t like being threatened, especially when it came to his marriage. Without another glance at her, he opened the door to the hospital room and went back inside. William stepped forward, maintaining his respectful tone. “Miss Yates, please don’t make this difficult for me. It’s time for you to go home.” Zac looked at Emily with sympathy. “Miss Yates, it’s late. Maybe it’s best to talk things over with Justin another time.” But how could they ever discuss this again? Her fiancé had just left her humiliated, choosing to stay with another woman without a care for her dignity. The hospital hallway lights felt harsh, blinding her with their brightness. Realizing that staying there made her look like a fool, Emily decided she wouldn’t let herself be a spectacle for others to watch. Clenching her purse tightly, Emily turned to leave. As she took a step, her vision blurred, and she nearly collapsed. Both Zac and William rushed to steady her, their grip gentlemanly but firm. “I’ll walk you to the car,” Zac offered. Leaning against the wall, Emily took a moment to steady herself, then shook her head. “I’m fine. I can get back on my own.” Her footsteps wobbled as she walked down the hallway, but she managed to keep her head high until she was out of their sight. After returning to the hospital room, Justin glanced down at Emma, who lay pale and frail on the bed. A strange weight settled in his chest, and the pervasive smell of antiseptic only added to his irritation. He tugged at his shirt collar, unbuttoning the top two buttons, but the air still felt suffocating. He stepped back out into the hallway, finding Zac and William waiting there. Emily was gone. “She left?” he asked, visibly more at ease now that she was no longer around. He didn’t want her disturbing Emma’s rest. “Yes, she’s gone,” Zac replied, hands in the pockets of his lab coat, nodding. With both of them standing there, Justin didn’t bother asking how Emily had left. “I’m stepping out for a break,” he said. Chapter 3 “So, Emma Xander’s back. What are you going to do?” Zac asked, breaking the silence. He didn’t mention Emily, but they both knew what he meant. One woman was the college sweetheart, the first love who had once saved Justin’s life. The other was the girlfriend who had been with him for three years, sharing his most intimate moments, and now, his fiancée. After a long pause, Justin replied, his voice cold and detached. “She was just a stand-in. She could never compare to Emma.” He went on, his tone utterly indifferent, as if he hadn’t been the one to propose to Emily in Merika State. “The role of Mrs. Yates will never be hers. It can only belong to Emma.” In a way, Emily had saved him the trouble of saying it himself when she had brought up their marriage in the hallway. Zac and Justin had been close friends since childhood, both growing up in privileged families, each carrying a bit of that self-centered mindset typical of their social circle. But this time, Zac couldn’t help feeling sorry for Emily. Emily, though an orphan with no family or wealth, was straightforward and honest. Over the past three years, she had complemented Justin perfectly, and in Zac’s eyes, they had seemed genuinely happy together. On the other hand, considering how long Emma had been abroad, it wasn’t hard to guess what she might have gone through. Zac didn’t care about things like V-card or a woman’s past, but he had always found Emma to be somewhat pretentious. Even back in college, she often disregarded Justin’s concerns, running off on her own without a second thought. After graduation, she mysteriously vanished during an overseas reunion party organized by a close group of alumni. Despite mobilizing every possible connection, they never found her. Even the police suggested they give up, implying that a young woman disappearing overseas was likely gone for good. At that time, Justin hadn’t fully taken over the company and wasn’t yet experienced in handling crises like these. Around the same time, his father, Henry Yates, was in a car accident and died despite emergency treatment. After the funeral, Justin was suddenly thrust into the dual responsibilities of inheriting the company and fending off his uncle, Harry Yates, who was trying to seize control. Thanks to his grandfather’s intervention, Justin managed to stabilize the corporation. By then, the critical window to find Emma had long passed, and any chance of finding her had all but disappeared. Zac clearly remembered how Justin had been consumed with frustration and self-blame during those days. And then Emily had come into his life, bringing him some peace. For that, Zac was truly grateful to her. “Emily’s been with you for three years,” Zac said, trying to speak up for her. “She’s an orphan, with no one else in the world. Isn’t it a bit cruel to treat her like this?” “Then I’ll keep her around,” Justin replied casually, brushing it off like it was no big deal. “But marriage? That’s not going to happen.” His tone was so offhanded, as if having another woman around didn’t matter at all. He didn’t see a problem with it. Keep her around? Really? Was he expecting her to stay hidden away as his stand-in lover, someone he kept out of sight? A mistress? A side piece? Emily didn’t leave the hospital right away. She sat on a bench behind the flower bed, letting the cold night air wash over her. She hadn’t expected to find out the truth like this. It turned out she was only here because she happened to look almost exactly like his lost one true love. And since she had lost her memory, he saw the perfect opportunity to mold her into the image of the woman he truly missed, hiding the truth from her and using her as a substitute. All the affection and indulgence he had shown her, it was never really for her. It was for the woman he had lost. Emma Xander. So that was her name, the one he had loved all his life. That was why he named her Emily, a name that allowed him to keep calling out for the one he had always loved. Even in their most intimate moments, he would call her “Em.” Whenever he whispered “Em” in that deep, seductive voice, full of passion, she would lose herself completely, sinking further into him. It turned out he was simply looking at her face and calling out another woman’s name all along. It dawned on her that the photo in Justin’s wallet must have been of Emma, not her. She had foolishly assumed the woman in that picture was herself. What a joke. From start to finish, Justin had shaped her into the image of his hidden love, his one true love. And she had naively believed that she had won him over, making him fall in love with her. In truth, she was nothing more than a piece in their story. Emily felt her heart plunge from a mountaintop to the depths of despair. She had gone from being a proud fiancée to a hidden stand-in, a shadow. She had liked, maybe even loved Justin. But her pride couldn’t accept that she had been someone else’s replacement all along, or that she was now the secret other woman. Resolved to leave, she felt a small sense of relief that Justin had only proposed. They weren’t married yet, and breaking up would be far easier than going through a divorce. For a moment, she felt grateful for Emma’s sudden appearance. “Miss Yates, where are you?” the driver called, stepping out of the car after waiting a while. “I’m here.” Emily pulled herself from her thoughts, putting on her usual calm expression. “Is it just you? Where’s Mr. Yates?” he asked. “He’s not coming back.” Emily rose from the bench by the flower bed and walked back to the car with the driver. She wore a cream-colored, knee-length dress in a sweet, innocent style. As an artist, she was open to trying any look, but it was Justin who had said he liked this style. So, for the past three years, she had dressed this way for him. The spring breeze brushed her bare calves, sending a chill through her. Zac looked a bit uncomfortable, “Emily didn’t leave?” So, she had heard everything they had said. Justin’s tone was just as indifferent, cold, and unfeeling. “Good. Let her hear it. She needs to know her place and avoid causing any more scenes like tonight.” With that, he turned and walked away from the garden, completely unfazed by the fact that Emily had overheard him. Emily sat quietly during the ride back to Villa One. Mrs. Zimmer greeted her at the door, her face lighting up warmly after a few days apart. “You’re back! It must’ve been tiring, traveling with Mr. Yates.” Emily nodded wearily, barely acknowledging her. “Yes.” “Where’s Mr. Yates?” Mrs. Zimmer glanced behind her, looking for Justin. “He won’t be back tonight.” Emily’s voice was detached, as if his return made no difference to her. Mrs. Zimmer looked slightly disappointed at first, but then her face lit up with a knowing smile, the kind that came from having seen a lot in life. She took Emily’s suitcase and gently urged her to go get some rest in the bedroom. Once inside, Emily understood Mrs. Zimmer’s smile. The room was dimly lit, with candles arranged at various heights, casting a soft, romantic glow. Flowers and scented candles adorned the surfaces, and a bottle of champagne sat open on the table. Even the usual heavy gray curtains had been replaced with delicate lace, adding an air of intimacy. The bed was covered in thick rose petals, the entire room transformed into a romantic setting. Clearly, this had been Justin’s arrangement before their trip. Exhausted, Emily didn’t have the energy to clean up, and it was too late to bother Mrs. Zimmer. Chapter 4 Emily found the remote to turn on the lights, then looked for something handy to snuff out each candle one by one. Afterward, she retrieved her nightgown from the closet and headed for a shower. As she walked into the bathroom, she noticed the ring still on her left hand. She slipped it off and tossed it into the corner of her jewelry box. When she returned to the bedroom, she brushed all the rose petals off the bed and settled under the covers, pulling them over her head. She instinctively lay on the left side of the bed, where she was used to sleeping. Justin would always hold her close, gradually shifting over to the left with her until they were practically glued together. Now, the right side of the bed was glaringly empty. To fill the space, she scooted to the center, tossing the extra pillow onto the floor, finally feeling comfortable. She turned off the lights and went to sleep. Two days passed without any word from Justin. He was likely at the hospital with Emma or busy with work. Emily didn’t care and hadn’t reached out, maintaining a complete radio silence. The morning sun was bright, and the spring breeze was warm as she lounged on a deck chair in the villa’s garden, enjoying a face mask. Her mind wandered to practical matters. She had spent some time reviewing the contract she signed three years ago to be Justin’s “contract lover.” It was set to expire automatically after three years, which was now less than four months away. When it ended, she would receive a payout of twenty million. Between that, and the allowance and holiday bonuses he had given her over the years, she had saved nearly six million. She had barely spent any of it, so it was all tucked away. It seemed she would be in decent shape financially, and finding a job after leaving wouldn’t be too hard. As for a place to live, she could buy a similarly sized home, and maybe invite Helen to move in as a roommate. It would be nice to have company. She did regret not being able to take Mrs. Zimmer with her. If she could, it would be perfect. The phone on the coffee table buzzed, interrupting her thoughts. Emily picked it up, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and a new message notification popped up at the top of the screen. She tapped to open it. It was from her friend, Helen Walker. They had met a year ago while shopping, when Helen insisted on becoming friends after seeing her just once. With no memory of any past friendships, Emily had found Helen easy to talk to, and they had gradually become close. “How was your time in Merika State? When are you coming back?” Helen had attached a mischievous emoji with a smirk. “I’m already back.” “Already? That was quick.” “I thought Justin looked strong. Guess he didn’t last long? Not up to it?” “Not just ‘not up to it’. He can’t even get started.” Emily replied, seizing the chance to curse him. On the other end, Helen raised an eyebrow. It looked like Justin had managed to tick off her friend. But she wasn’t too concerned as they had argued before. Couples fought, and it usually blew over. “Perfect timing then. I’m heading to the TC Mall in a bit to stock up on some new clothes. Let’s hit the mall together and grab some food afterward. Get ready and meet me there.” “Sounds good. I’ll see you at the mall.” Emily agreed readily. She had spent the past couple of days clearing out the sweet, youthful clothes she didn’t like. Her wardrobe could use a refresh. She put down the phone and washed off her face mask. Glancing at the nearly empty wardrobe, she picked out a casual athletic outfit and did a quick, simple makeup look. Fresh and tidy, she got ready to head out. “Mrs. Zimmer, I’m meeting a friend to go shopping. I’ll have lunch out,” Emily said, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Alright, Miss Yates. Will you be back for dinner?” Mrs. Zimmer, who was supervising the housekeeper’s cleaning, looked up to ask. Emily paused while slipping on her shoes, thinking about how unpredictable Helen could be and that they hadn’t seen each other in a while. She might not be back for dinner. “Not sure yet. I’ll text you later if I’ll be back in time.” “Understood.” As Emily opened the door, she found Justin’s assistant, Sam Spencer, just about to knock. “Hi, Sam,” she greeted him coolly, planning to step around him to leave. “Hi, Miss Yates. Mr. Yates has a flight out of town this afternoon for a business trip. Could I trouble you to help pack his things before you go?” Sam’s tone was respectful, as usual. Emily didn’t move. “Mrs. Zimmer, Justin’s going on a trip. Could you please help with his packing?” “Miss Yates, this…?” Sam’s face showed confusion. “What? Before I came along, didn’t Justin have someone to handle his luggage?” Her expression was calm, her tone light. “Of course. You’re absolutely right, Miss Yates,” Sam replied, beads of sweat forming as he carefully balanced his response, not daring to offend either side. In the past, Emily had always packed for Justin’s business trips. She had done it so many times that she knew exactly what he would need for any occasion. But now, she had no desire to continue. He had used her as a stand-in, and every time he watched her pack his bags, he must have thought she looked foolish. Three years. Now that she thought back, there had been plenty of strange looks and behaviors from Justin that she hadn’t picked up on. She had been utterly blind. But she wouldn’t be foolish anymore. Emily was ready to leave, but Sam was blocking the door, preventing her from going. She urged Mrs. Zimmer to hurry with the packing. Mrs. Zimmer quickly filled the suitcase and handed it to Sam, who was waiting in the living room. He glanced at his watch. Ten minutes had barely passed. That was fast. "Mrs. Zimmer, are you sure it’s all packed? Should we check to make sure nothing’s missing?" he asked cautiously. Emily replied without emotion, “Isn’t the flight at noon? If you keep dragging your feet, he’ll miss it. Besides, anything he needs can be bought over there.” She checked her watch, starting to feel a bit pressed for time. If she delayed much longer, Helen would end up waiting impatiently, and they would miss out on shopping before lunch. And who wanted to try on clothes with a full stomach? “Of course, Miss Yates. I’ll head over to the office to pick up Mr. Yates,” Sam said with a polite smile, making his way out. Emily nodded and headed down to the garage. She chose a white luxury car and drove off. Meanwhile, Sam took the suitcase to the sleek black car parked discreetly by the curb. He placed it in the trunk, then settled into the front passenger seat. The driver, Justin’s bodyguard, William, started the car. But instead of heading to the airport, they were bound for Lichfield Hospital. “How much longer until Emily’s contract is up?” Justin’s voice was calm and emotionless, as if he were discussing a routine business matter. Sam immediately understood that the question was directed at him. He quickly recalled the contract details. “Less than four months, Mr. Yates.” “Draft a new agreement and deliver it to her when the time comes,” Justin instructed. Keeping her around for three years had cost him little, and continuing to support her wasn’t an issue. But he was done with her. He wouldn’t touch her again or return to Villa One. Recalling the scene from the hospital hallway two nights ago, he added without hesitation, “Include a clause that ensures she never shows up in front of Emma again.” Sam was momentarily taken aback but quickly regained his professional composure. “Understood, Mr. Yates.” Chapter 5 People said billionaires were cold and indifferent in their personal lives, switching women as easily as they changed clothes. For the past three years, Mr. Yates had only been with Miss Yates, making him seem like a devoted man. But it looked like he could move on in an instant. Who knew how long Miss Xander would last by his side? Sam had joined the company three years ago, right when Justin took over RC Corporation, so he wasn’t familiar with the complicated history between Emma and Justin. Inside TC Mall, Emily was browsing through clothes, each piece a far cry from her usual sweet and innocent style. “Babe, switching things up?” Helen asked, watching as Emily picked up a long black dress with a slitted hem. It would look stunning on Emily’s curves. Emily held the dress up to herself in the mirror, unfazed. “Yep, time for a change. Do you think this would look better with a shawl or a jacket?” She turned to give Helen a look. “A shawl, definitely. It’ll highlight your figure beautifully,” Helen replied with her usual style advice. “That’s what I thought too.” Helen eyed the dress. “That dress is so feminine. Will your guy even let you wear it out? Doesn’t Justin only let you wear those sweet, innocent schoolgirl outfits?” Helen couldn’t help but mentally criticize Justin’s taste. What kind of fashion sense did he have anyway? A multinational CEO, a man with a grip on the Haven State economy, yet he liked her to dress like a schoolgirl. “His taste doesn’t matter anymore. It’s not something I’m concerned about,” Emily replied casually, completely indifferent. She handed the dress to a fitting assistant with a similar build, having her try it on for her. High-end stores like this one often had staff who modeled the clothes for clients, so she didn’t have to try them on herself. Emily picked out a few more items in different styles for the assistant to model. If she liked them, she would buy them. When she was satisfied with her choices, she scanned her card and paid, then filled out the delivery details for Villa One. The clothes would be sent straight there. After they had finished shopping, they went for lunch. With no one else around, Emily finally shared her situation with Helen that she had been Justin’s stand-in for his one true love. Now that his true love had returned, she was planning to leave him. “That despicable man!” Helen burst out, her emotions flaring. “Keep it down.” Emily quickly covered Helen’s mouth and glanced around to see if anyone at nearby tables was paying attention to them. Helen lowered her voice but was still fuming. “Justin might look put-together, but he’s not even half a man. His first love disappears, so he goes and finds a stand-in? “Why didn’t he just get plastic surgery to look like her? Then he could see her every time he looked in the mirror. “Good for you for walking away. You should break up with him. No! Just breaking up is too good for that pompous human garbage! You need to dump him into the sewers!” LMAO, where did Helen even learn these insults from? Just then, the server brought out a tray with seasoned meats, fresh vegetables, and a variety of salsas. Emily began assembling her own tacos, adding the toppings she liked best. “The contract’s up in four months. I’m planning to buy a place.” “What for? Just stay with me. I’ve got a room for you.” “My address is still tied to Justin’s place. Since I’ve decided to leave, I need a clean break. I’ll need my own place to change everything over,” Emily explained, outlining her plan. Her heart felt numb now, no longer as raw as it had been the night she’d learned the truth in the hospital garden. “Then you can cancel your lease and move in with me! We’ll be family!" Emily suggested excitedly. Helen suppressed the impulse to tell Emily that they were already family. Given Emily's amnesia, she didn’t want to overwhelm her with too much information all at once. Instead, she nodded. “Alright, I’ll move in with you. I’ll start looking around for a place for you. Actually the place I rent now is quite nice. The location and neighborhood are perfect. I’ll check if the landlord’s interested in selling, though it’s a resale property.” “I don’t care if it’s new or used. As long as it’s clean and ready to go, I’m good.” Emily didn’t need much. After leaving the cushy life she had been used to, she was perfectly fine doing things on her own. She found the independence kind of refreshing. After lunch, they picked up some accessories to go with the new outfits, light enough to carry back on her own. Emily said goodbye to Helen and drove back to Villa One. By the time she got back, the clothes she had bought that morning had already been delivered, ironed, and neatly hung in the walk-in closet by the house staff. She hadn’t bought much, just enough to last the next few months and to keep the move as hassle-free as possible. The women’s side of the closet was nearly empty, with only a few of her favorite pieces hanging. She grabbed a new loungewear set to change into and happened to glance over at the men’s side, packed with Justin’s clothes. Emily didn’t linger. She strode past it without a second thought. As she was heading to the bathroom, her phone rang from the sofa. She put down the clothes and picked up the call. “Hello, is this Miss Yates?” “Yes, this is.” “I’m a nurse from Lichfield Hospital. Your health screening results are in. When would be a convenient time for you to come pick them up?” Emily remembered that Justin had taken her for a checkup just before their trip to Merika State. She had forgotten all about it until this call. “I’ll come by tomorrow morning.” “Very well. Have a nice day.” The next day, Emily went to Lichfield Hospital. “Plan to have a baby?” “That’s right. Mr. Yates specifically requested it during his screening. Your health is excellent, Miss Yates. Your ovulation cycle is regular, so we recommend folic acid, Vitamin B1, and plenty of protein. With the right timing and frequency, you should be expecting good news soon.” The doctor adjusted his glasses and smiled warmly. Emily’s fingers tightened around the report, a heavy feeling settling in her chest. She had been trying hard not to think about Justin lately, but this report hit her unexpectedly hard. “Miss Yates, I’ll prescribe you two boxes of folic acid and Vitamin B1. Be sure to take them regularly.” Emily interrupted him, finding an excuse to refuse. “Thanks, doctor, but that won’t be necessary. I’ll get them on my own.” The doctor wasn’t surprised. Wealthy women like her often had access to premium brands from various sources, so declining hospital-prescribed supplements wasn’t unusual. Emily left the hospital in a daze, only coming to her senses when she reached a sunny spot outside. She tossed the health report into the trash bin. With Emma back, Justin clearly had no intention of having children with her. And she certainly didn’t want to give him one, either. It was easier to pretend she didn’t know what the checkup had really been for. Meanwhile, in the hospital’s garden, the spring sunlight was warm and gentle. Justin was pushing Emma’s wheelchair, letting her enjoy the sunshine. “Justin, you’re busy with work. You don’t have to be here with me all the time. I can manage on my own,” Emma said, her voice soft and considerate. “Focus on getting better. Don’t worry about anything else.” Justin felt a deep guilt about Emma’s disappearance, blaming himself for not protecting her better. He believed his negligence had allowed her to be taken and vanish without a trace. Over the past few days, he had tried to gather clues from her about what happened, but whenever he brought it up, she would break down, unable to share any details. Emily hadn’t expected to see Justin at the hospital. Hadn’t Sam said Justin was out of town on a business trip?	LEARN_MORE	https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=15056&ut	Random Reading	https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/	321	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	beokn.com	DCO		https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=15056&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/t39.35426-6/464668396_838968851777178_6862484548457197291_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=bqEbBhvrG6wQ7kNvgHM4DUF&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AFD6Ak-mu7Ekr2g2u7OYVgz&oh=00_AYAUp__sGBJ7KU1JWqrHthi42ER81DBG4A1llTrdQ-XqpQ&oe=675EB6A5	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Random Reading	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,630,901	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2630899}'	Yes	2024-12-10 19:42	active	1988	4 interest-free payments	✅60%off buy 1⃣ get 1⃣ 🎯 Target your Christmas wishes, exclusive jewelry limited-time offers 🔥💖 Shop Now👉:http://italojewelry.io/Cwo Free shipping & After Pay	SHOP_NOW	https://www.italojewelry.com/italo-simple-classic-	Italo Jewelry	https://www.facebook.com/italojewelry/	69,416	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	italojewelry.com	DPA	✅ONE-YEAR Warranty & 60-DAY RETURN	https://www.italojewelry.com/italo-simple-classic-titanium-steel-men-s-wedding-band-241003.html	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468986186_498455763215112_3942938261717453380_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=wJvH5RxCNVgQ7kNvgGNW-pD&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AeyxiItuZU4X6MAED7J0vUA&oh=00_AYBhqJQtFFSIYmAsLlGF6xaQrU69VBtAbWvff9sMIji8Gg&oe=675EABA9	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Italo Jewelry	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,629,994	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-10 19:05	active	1986	Your Ticket to Luxury ✨ Enter to Win an AUDI RS6 or $100K Cash! Ends 12/31 🎟️	🚗 820HP AUDI RS6 or 💵🤑 $100K Cash? Decisions, decisions… This isn't just any car. Imagine launching from 0-60 in 2.9 seconds 🚀, with 820HP at your command, all thanks to a Unitronic-tuned twin turbo V8 that’s here to remind you who’s boss. And if horsepower isn’t your thing, maybe a crisp $100,000 cash reward will get you moving. 😏 Top Reasons You Want This 🐉 Beast (trust me): • 0-60 MPH in 2.9 seconds 🏁 • Unitronic-tuned for pure, unfiltered performance • Ceramic-coated sleek black finish 🖤 • Audi's most luxurious tech and style inside and out The real question is: are you in? Swap traffic for the fast lane or fill your pockets with a 6-figure cash boost. Enter now and turn your daydreams into serious bragging rights. 👊 The more gear and merch you order… the greater your odds of winning 🏆 The chance to win this supercar ends on December 31st, so don't miss this very last call! 🎟️ Enter TODAY for a 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝟑𝐱 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫 – Don’t just dream it. Live it. 🎟️	SIGN_UP	https://synisterspeed.com/pages/enter-live-main-3x	Synister Speed	https://www.facebook.com/61563402209345/	1,857	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign Up	synisterspeed.com	DCO	Unlock the chance to win an 820HP AUDI RS6 or $100K cash! 🚀 Don’t just dream it — live it. This isn’t just any giveaway; it’s your LAST chance to claim the ultimate prize. Enter now & turn your wildest dreams into reality.	https://synisterspeed.com/pages/enter-live-main-3x?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{adset.name}}&utm_term={{ad.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469801089_27726341163676024_62975728026968957_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=IOn39EYZu9gQ7kNvgFPicd1&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AHkBgwEnnolHn8RZgRR25Lt&oh=00_AYCzL59a4go29-8NNa1fWc5UDyagoA1mXKjbbnv6xh2b9w&oe=675EAFBF	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Synister Speed	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,630,011	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-10 19:06	active	1986		📣 LUXURY BRAND DOG LEASH #GIVEAWAY! 📣 We are picking 1 random follower to receive a luxury, designer-brand dog leash for the holidays! 🎁 So don’t wait... FOLLOW US NOW for the official announcement on Thursday, December 12, 2024 and enter for your chance to win! Get ready to give your dog the best gift for the holidays! 😍🐶 * This giveaway is not affiliated with any sponsorships #pawrade #dogs #puppies #dogsofinstagram	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	https://www.instagram.com/_u/pawrade	Pawrade	https://www.facebook.com/pawrade/	51,081	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	IMAGE		https://www.instagram.com/_u/pawrade	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469839997_1570682653580036_8709733856901743842_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=9nlr6rGo0JkQ7kNvgHF7ZyD&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ALEFglYWOiiLiPRZubhLuIn&oh=00_AYD23Tmex2UPMD76ad2sWB5ifZ5A_kkRa-XOKJSYBTdXTg&oe=675EBACE	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Pawrade	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,630,658	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-10 19:28	active	1986			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/flies.like.a.birdie	flies.like.a.birdie	https://www.instagram.com/_u/flies.like.a.birdie	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/flies.like.a.birdie	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/447959614_1120040745887198_6321903625230231449_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=_qG4XbO25foQ7kNvgGjftxp&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYADmGZQAk-IDw6osl2nqBXp1J85i0thM1UB14goGtejHA&oe=675EA39A	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	flies.like.a.birdie	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,630,528	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2630327}'	Yes	2024-12-10 19:22	active	1986		🎉 Exciting Giveaway Alert! Win a Google Hub Max!🎉 We’re thrilled to announce our latest giveaway to thank you for being part of our community! Want to make your home smarter and more connected? Here’s your chance to WIN a Google Hub Max! How to Enter: 1. Follow Us 2. Like This Post 3. Tag 5 Friends in the comments who would love to join this giveaway. 4. Share This Post on your timeline Giveaway Ends: December 22nd Winner Announcement: December 23rd Don’t miss out on this fantastic opportunity to elevate your home experience! The more you engage, the better your chances of winning! #Giveaway #GoogleHome #SmartHome #FollowUs #WinIt			ADT West Texas	https://www.facebook.com/61561633089117/	15	1969-12-31 18:00			IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469980162_1878523612552039_2130351030494306669_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=PR826RdYGVkQ7kNvgFK4NOP&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AUjTyAogKiU1N696VSOpOvV&oh=00_AYA5kVkloo32AEQQ3CJ4QyK17UMt9h8MK8C6qs-hJ7QIvA&oe=675EB118	PERSON_PROFILE	0	ADT West Texas	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,634,830	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-10 20:42	active	1989	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	Liesel Sharp had just unlocked her phone while waiting for her IV drip to be done when she received a message from her best friend, Chelsea Walden. "Jacob's back." She faltered. She and Jacob Ford had barely spoken throughout their month-long cold war, so she had no idea he was back. Soon, she received another message. "He's brought a young woman back with him." A photo had been sent with the message. The young woman in the photo resembled Liesel a little—she was Natalie Sharp, Liesel's younger half-sister. She'd been raised in the countryside. Chelsea continued, "The Sharp family is throwing them a welcome-back party. Do you want to crash it, Lili?" She knew what Liesel was like. Liesel would give Jacob a taste of his own medicine if he dared to do anything to her. There was even a chance she would set the Sharp residence on fire. Liesel checked her IV bag. She'd had a high fever for three days now, and the back of her hand was swollen from the constant IV drips she'd been on. She wasn't in the mood for that nonsense. "No," she replied. Then, she shut her eyes to get some rest. It was close to 10:00 pm when she took a cab back to Viewpoint Residences. The fever had taken its toll on her, so she soon drifted into a restless sleep. Jacob returned at some point, which woke her up. "Did I wake you?" he asked while rolling up the sleeves of his ironed shirt. He looked down at her with an indifferent gaze. His voice was as alluring as always, though. "No." Liesel's voice was a little nasal because she'd just woken up. She explained lazily, "I wasn't sleeping too soundly after taking my meds." He frowned slightly. "Are you sick?" She chuckled softly. She'd been sick for a while now and had mentioned it in her texts to him when admitting defeat. Yet he looked like he'd only just noticed. She poured two glasses of water and handed one to him. "How are things at Norton City? I heard from Brook that there seemed to be some trouble with it. You—" Her throat felt dry and uncomfortable; she wasn't in the mood to chat. Still, someone had to back down—it had been nearly two months since they'd seen each other. However, Jacob cut her off. "Let's divorce."	LEARN_MORE	https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14615&ut	Random Reading	https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/	321	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	beokn.com	DCO		https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14615&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/t39.35426-6/465213480_523643177252179_1090236802447429735_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=aqZ5EjOiIoUQ7kNvgE8znzg&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Aucemaf_p--Hm_Y3zLmKkDF&oh=00_AYCWuZ4S5VTGb6ioZEgU8P-2llLj7QQb0P97JQC6u_pJSg&oe=675EAD99	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Random Reading	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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