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The #1 Cream for Nerve Pain 🏆 | How do we know that Nerve Balm is one of the most powerful remedies for nerve pain? Because we can't stop selling out! We are busy here at Lune fulfilling orders, but the orders keep rolling in! What's behind the frenzy? Our customers swear by its power to conquer nerve pain. 💯% Natural Ingredients 🥦Packed with 14+ Superfoods 😃Tens of THOUSANDS of happy customers 💳PLUS a money back guarantee if you're not satisfied. ✓ Soothe pain, prickling, and burning ✓ Calm inflammation & stiffness ✓ Fortify the nerve's protective coating ✓ Improve circulation & healing ✓ Provide long-term results Rest assured; we are increasing our production & are committed to fulfilling every order. Put your order in today & secure your jar of the most impactful nerve pain relief balm that you can find! | SHOP_NOW | https://www.luneusa.com/products/nerve-balm | Lune | https://www.facebook.com/100085237752848/ | 839 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop Now | 0 | luneusa.com | DCO | ★★★★★ 4.7 | https://www.luneusa.com/products/nerve-balm | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481220815_1162150245494167_1910804973337025845_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=R6ZaEFg_aMgQ7kNvgGjnpan&_nc_oc=Adi7WdyevDaprGMx_39R7ygT9HXug_-hhzLh50FvO0rIOQH7iZzC8Mf8iGgmUyFvV17bGHCCQbOnOhR86h2x1bvL&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=APo6jsbWvg77h6sUSXISibs&oh=00_AYDN8opkgR1btp8uLMdP_UZvnQT97gQ2qc4M7B29g0vluQ&oe=67C72508 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Lune | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Leg/Foot Numbness, Back Pain, Shooting Pain from Hip? Find Relief with Spinal Decompression | Struggling with Chronic Back or Neck Pain? Spinal Decompression May Be the Solution! If you're dealing with: ✅ Herniated & Bulging Discs ✅ Sciatica or Pinched Nerves ✅ Degenerative Disc Disease ✅ Spinal Stenosis ✅ Chronic Neck & Back Pain ✅ Leg & Arm Pain Our Non-Surgical Spinal Decompression Therapy is designed to gently stretch the spine, relieving pressure on compressed discs and nerves. This process promotes natural healing by increasing the flow of oxygen, water, and nutrients to damaged areas—helping reduce pain and restore mobility. ✔️ Safe, Drug-Free, and FDA-Cleared ✔️ Most PPO Insurance & Medicare Accepted (Flexible payment options available!) 🔹 Take the first step toward relief today! ⬇️ Click Below to Learn More ⬇️ https://healthfirstwellnessil.com/spinal-decompression 📍Health First Wellness 1037 Woodfield Rd, Schaumburg, IL 60173 | LEARN_MORE | https://healthfirstwellnessil.com/spinal-decompres | Health First Wellness Center | https://www.facebook.com/HealthFirstSchaumburg/ | 1,367 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | https://healthfirstwellnessil.com/spinal-decompres... | IMAGE | Special Offer 🎉 | https://healthfirstwellnessil.com/spinal-decompression | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480313858_2604382359766630_18326477144019459_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=iNdHyLDZoXsQ7kNvgGFdn9D&_nc_oc=Adjc_UPuAG8SIpH5EKmN99_glU_Cg270Zi4d4quOGkTHeGnJ48TU08gbImMI5vXrac_v75Tm56NarAeZbbBH0vpl&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Aab9k6SNI_tQdyAWM5akYWq&oh=00_AYBk4iivj4oOO9FrkbcJDdQwPIrvdtJ-P73Q9Jv2fvMLjQ&oe=67C70CED | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Health First Wellness Center | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-02-28 00:30 | active | 2651 | 0 | To find out, listen to the audioseries 'Rekindled Heartache' (FREE for a limited period of time) Click on the link below to download the PocketFM app, now! | Listen to one of the most interesting audio series “Rekindled Heartache” Only on the PocketFM app. Download Now! | INSTALL_MOBILE_APP | http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.r | Blue Sea | https://www.facebook.com/100069599781612/ | 12,436 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Install Now | 0 | play.google.com | DCO | {{product.description}} | http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.radio.pocketfm | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481998966_618604264315681_962424570640900082_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=6HNRsVmID6oQ7kNvgFjlgWu&_nc_oc=AdiM3h3ZwRJ0R3uNDFXdgGra2Zh14sU2rvSgZ_g1rZezhMNlZ1PzHEMiTE3rWjNP1bLI7mBupv1X-ai8WvWZF-0z&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=APo6jsbWvg77h6sUSXISibs&oh=00_AYB7GG7ZEX3cw7sRxwSuUmPO0sl52fPAowZgGs75NjTczQ&oe=67C732F1 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Blue Sea | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Wild Spore | Simple. Organic. Effective. Fuel your mind and body with organic Lion’s Mane, Turkey Tail, and Reishi. Three mushrooms, one routine, and a trusted US-grown source. Get started today. | SHOP_NOW | https://wildspore.farm/products/top-3-bundle-tinct | Wildspore Mushrooms | https://www.facebook.com/61564038197233/ | 83 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop Now | 0 | wildspore.farm | DCO | {{product.description}} | https://wildspore.farm/products/top-3-bundle-tinctures-organic-lions-mane-turkey-tail-and-reishi | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/482222865_1080117757469898_1561705002002116617_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=RpZJvHdWoIQQ7kNvgHBKoL5&_nc_oc=AdixQYUBsmhFpdR1uxCqmH8nOvPrTORWUj0b-O6HP01Bt83ZA3JI1NKnGDZ7G9hdMW-W9syUyBs4exYEekH-Fv-o&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A0UytGj0Wtkx_fbhy_jfucD&oh=00_AYDO8JTUxVWxNpP7cKYBkmvzb0px5Znm0ErArShdb-XV9A&oe=67C73A24 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Wildspore Mushrooms | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-02-28 00:30 | active | 2651 | 0 | Schedule Your Consultation! | Live Changing Dental Treatment, Full Mouth Dental Implants! Start Your New Life Journey Today! | LEARN_MORE | https://revolutiondentalimplants.dentalimplantsurv | Revolution Dental Implant Center | https://www.facebook.com/revolutiondentalimplants/ | 296 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | revolutiondentalimplants.dentalimplantsurvey.com | DCO | https://revolutiondentalimplants.dentalimplantsurvey.com/fbevaluation | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481057853_498280596667014_1072050338971957319_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=8ZwW0fVEN64Q7kNvgH6pqrm&_nc_oc=AdgzmR9FIrcOBmi-D4PtmIJRrxtSqhb30Wl4Vnv5AcpbGJcOgU64_bm9McUT8g2XI9B1RSIgtK8oNfOFb66j07LH&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A77LaBfyZ7asaS7SrKZnSgQ&oh=00_AYB39UG1cQw6YaGcbSTMZeRRf_WW4CAN5Nn1RlG9zhZzKw&oe=67C7251D | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Revolution Dental Implant Center | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-02-28 00:30 | active | 2651 | 0 | 👇Download Short TV to watch more series🎬 | 💟🎬When Destiny Brings Them Together, Will They Survive?🥰❣️ | WATCH_MORE | http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=live. | Love Channel | https://www.facebook.com/61551990337197/ | 81,922 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Watch more | 0 | play.google.com | VIDEO | http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=live.shorttv.apps | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480818536_1144662177301069_3782760111243377198_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=vIcz0STaza4Q7kNvgHR0dre&_nc_oc=AdhFRwRpu4Y9Wi7RGrOdhG0XtzLFPz4FExubQfCITJQCVuG6KT7n_6e2wD_0ub_HGdnywwHxBVD4Xk95p-We1tFj&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A77LaBfyZ7asaS7SrKZnSgQ&oh=00_AYAPQNCPQ5l73S3HQE5zEyfFGXYb7yWIt9pA_UcTDp7ihw&oe=67C7430A | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Love Channel | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-02-28 00:30 | active | 2651 | 0 | 👇Download Short TV to watch more series🎬 | 💟🎬When Destiny Brings Them Together, Will They Survive?🥰❣️ | WATCH_MORE | http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=live. | Love Channel | https://www.facebook.com/61551990337197/ | 81,922 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Watch more | 0 | play.google.com | VIDEO | http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=live.shorttv.apps | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481442899_629292149723448_4917656638311760429_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Wpriq2XYTRgQ7kNvgGnVCMZ&_nc_oc=AdgQG018_s2NU36nkkNC16X3Vl6lApAFn1gS5IlNqhMQUKSTrS9N70w5QLlPb6VvzzFD4e_JLdUlB7grk-6SP423&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A77LaBfyZ7asaS7SrKZnSgQ&oh=00_AYBnxrQAp9CBklPdmY6YQJYjKIhfLImtbmJQ36vJvX_0tA&oe=67C71507 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Love Channel | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The #1 Cream for Nerve Pain 🏆 | How do we know that Nerve Balm is one of the most powerful remedies for nerve pain? Because we can't stop selling out! We are busy here at Lune fulfilling orders, but the orders keep rolling in! What's behind the frenzy? Our customers swear by its power to conquer nerve pain. 💯% Natural Ingredients 🥦Packed with 14+ Superfoods 😃Tens of THOUSANDS of happy customers 💳PLUS a money back guarantee if you're not satisfied. ✓ Soothe pain, prickling, and burning ✓ Calm inflammation & stiffness ✓ Fortify the nerve's protective coating ✓ Improve circulation & healing ✓ Provide long-term results Rest assured; we are increasing our production & are committed to fulfilling every order. Put your order in today & secure your jar of the most impactful nerve pain relief balm that you can find! | SHOP_NOW | https://www.luneusa.com/products/nerve-balm | Lune | https://www.facebook.com/100085237752848/ | 839 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop Now | 0 | luneusa.com | DCO | ★★★★★ 4.7 | https://www.luneusa.com/products/nerve-balm | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481220815_1162150245494167_1910804973337025845_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=R6ZaEFg_aMgQ7kNvgGjnpan&_nc_oc=Adi7WdyevDaprGMx_39R7ygT9HXug_-hhzLh50FvO0rIOQH7iZzC8Mf8iGgmUyFvV17bGHCCQbOnOhR86h2x1bvL&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=APo6jsbWvg77h6sUSXISibs&oh=00_AYDN8opkgR1btp8uLMdP_UZvnQT97gQ2qc4M7B29g0vluQ&oe=67C72508 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Lune | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-02-28 00:30 | active | 2651 | 0 | Schedule Your Consultation! | Live Changing Dental Treatment, Full Mouth Dental Implants! Start Your New Life Journey Today! | LEARN_MORE | https://revolutiondentalimplants.dentalimplantsurv | Revolution Dental Implant Center | https://www.facebook.com/revolutiondentalimplants/ | 296 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | revolutiondentalimplants.dentalimplantsurvey.com | DCO | https://revolutiondentalimplants.dentalimplantsurvey.com/fbevaluation | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481057853_498280596667014_1072050338971957319_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=8ZwW0fVEN64Q7kNvgH6pqrm&_nc_oc=AdgzmR9FIrcOBmi-D4PtmIJRrxtSqhb30Wl4Vnv5AcpbGJcOgU64_bm9McUT8g2XI9B1RSIgtK8oNfOFb66j07LH&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A77LaBfyZ7asaS7SrKZnSgQ&oh=00_AYB39UG1cQw6YaGcbSTMZeRRf_WW4CAN5Nn1RlG9zhZzKw&oe=67C7251D | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Revolution Dental Implant Center | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉 | For seven years, I've been Castro Harrison's secret lover. Our love was hidden in the shadows, but his kisses and promises kept me willing to stay. I thought he would finally acknowledge me—until that day when I overheard him talking with his friends. It turned out I was nothing more than a substitute. That night, I finally stepped into the room he had forbidden me from entering. On the desk, there was a picture frame—inside, a photo of him and another woman locked in a tight embrace, the Eiffel Tower in Paris in the background. At that moment, my heart turned completely cold. I erased every trace of myself in a single night and left without looking back. One minute before my flight took off, I sent my brother a message. "This afternoon, have the man you chose come and register the marriage." For seven years, I've been in a secret relationship with Castro Harrison, my brother's best friend. Just as I was hoping he'd propose, I tracked his location to a private lounge at an upscale restaurant, where I found they were joking about me. "Castro, now that Oriana's back from London, what are you going to do about that replacement?" Castro remained silent, his lack of response speaking volumes. The tension in the air was broken by another friend's sardonic laugh. "You've got to hand it to Castro–having the nerve to pursue William Blackwood's sister while Oriana was away. Now that you've had your fun, and Oriana's back..." "Well, Oriana deserved it after how coldly she left. A replacement was just what she needed to teach her a lesson!" ...... The next day, Castro took me to Oriana's welcome-home party at the Blackwood Estate, lavishing attention on me with an almost theatrical display of affection. But when Oriana ran out in tears, her Chanel dress stained with wine, Castro pushed me aside without a second thought and rush out. I returned home alone, my cream silk blouse ruined by scalding soup and my skin was still stinging. With trembling hands, I finally opened the door to his study---the one room he'd always declared off-limits. There, prominently displayed on his mahogany desk, was a photograph of him and Oriana in Paris, the Eiffel Tower gleaming behind their embracing figures. My heart turned to ice as I dialed my brother's number in Switzerland. "William... about that arranged marriage–I'll do it." "Aveline?" My brother's voice softened with concern, catching the unfamiliar strain in my tone. "What's wrong? This doesn't sound like you at all." A lump formed in my throat, but I forced a light laugh. "Nothing's wrong. I just realized - marriage is inevitable, isn't it? Does it really matter who it is?" "Besides," I continued, trying to keep my voice steady. "I trust your and father's judgment. Even for a business merger marriage, I know you would have vetted the candidate thoroughly." William's relief was audible through the phone. "I'm glad you're being sensible about this. When are you coming back? Would you like to meet him first before making your final decision?" "No need. The sooner we proceed, the sooner we can resolve the company's crisis. Go ahead and start planning the wedding. Let's set it for... a month from now." "Perfect! By the way, have you heard from Castro?" he coninued, "His first love is finally back in town. You should invite him to the wedding - let him share in your happiness." So William knew about Oriana too. No wonder Castro never let me tell my brother about us. I lowered my eyes, concealing the pain that threatened to spill over. "Don't bother him, Will. We're... not that close." Hearing the door unlock, I quickly said goodbye and ended the call. I looked up to find Castro leaning against the doorframe, his signature smirk playing across his lips. "Not close to whom?" "You." My honest answer only made his smirk widen as he pulled me into his arms. "Oh really?" His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Should we discuss just how 'not close' we are? All those nights together weren't close enough?" His breath was hot against my ear, and for the first time, his intimate gesture made my skin crawl instead of flutter. As I struggled, I caught sight of the lipstick stain on his collar - a shade I'd never worn. The movement aggravated my scalds, sending sharp stabs of pain through my body until tears sprang to my eyes. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Are you hurt?" My tears seemed to spark genuine panic in Castro. When he pushed up my sleeve and saw the angry red scalds on my wrist, his voice trembled with concern. “God, when did this happen? Why didn't you tell me you were scalded?” He seemed to have completely forgotten about the incident at the party. I remained silent, unsure whether to remind him and shatter his façade of devotion. "Stop crying, darling. Let me get some medicine for that." He stroked my hair soothingly before standing to retrieve the first aid kit, muttering as he walked. "You're still such a child sometimes, aren't you? So sensitive to pain, so quick to tears. What would you do without me?" I stared numbly at the scalds on my wrist. Yes, what would I do without him after seven years of his "protection"? But Castro... I don't want you anymore. I don't want this false love anymore! I spent a restless night, tossing and turning, my skin clammy with fever sweat on the sheets. At dawn, Castro tried to coax me out of bed. When I mumbled protests and pushed him away, he leaned in with an amused smile to kiss me. For the first time in seven years, his kiss made me flinch. My hand instinctively rose to slap him but I caught myself. Thankfully, it was just a brief peck. "Awake yet, sleeping beauty?" he teased. I turned away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "It's Saturday. Why can't you let me sleep?" His expression softened with concern. "You were running a fever last night. Come on, we need to get you to the hospital." Though I felt better, his insistence won out and I reluctantly got dressed. In the hospital corridor, we ran into Oriana. She was hobbling along alone, clearly having injured her ankle. Castro's gentle demeanor vanished instantly. His brow furrowed with worry as he rushed to her side, steadying her with his hands. "What happened to you?" Oriana gave him a warm smile, then glanced meaningfully at me. "Just twisted my ankle. What a coincidence seeing you both here." Castro tensed, throwing me a quick, guilty look. "Ah yes, my friend's sister wasn't feeling well. Brought her in to check her fever." I was long used to this charade. From the moment Castro decided to keep our relationship secret, he'd introduced me to all his friends as his best friend's sister who he'd promised to look after. Only his innermost circle knew the truth about us. "You're such a good guardian to the poor girl." Oriana nodded sympathetically. Well, don't let me keep you - my appointment's down that way." She gestured toward a clinic door further down the hall. When she started to hop again, Castro didn't hesitate. He swept her up into his arms bridal-style. "Let me take you there." he said eagerly, "Aveline, wait here for me, alright?" Watching them, something inside me crumbled. My fever seemed to return full force, leaving me weak and dizzy. I leaned against the cold hospital wall, not bothering to respond. The stark white corridor suddenly felt endless and empty, much like my future without him. Castro didn't wait for my response - he was already carrying Oriana toward the clinic, her arms wrapped around his neck. How telling. No matter how well he played his part, his true feelings always surfaced around Oriana, betraying everything he tried to hide. Yet he seemed completely oblivious to his own transparency. I let out a bitter laugh and headed to my own appointment. My suspicions were confirmed - my temperature was 106°F. The doctor explained that my untreated scalds, combined with emotional stress, had led to an infection. I needed immediate IV antibiotics. My finger hovered over Castro's number out of habit before I caught myself. Habits really are terrifying things, aren't they? With a self-deprecating smile, I handled everything alone - getting the prescription and finding the IV treatment room. After the treatment, I felt even worse, nearly collapsing as I tried to walk. However, Castro hadn't returned - not even a text or call. Reluctantly, I called him. "You're still at the hospital?" He sounded surprised. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I was going to drop Oriana home quickly and come back, but her stomach condition flared up and..." But his explanation was cut short by a waitress's voice in the background: "Sir, your meals are served. Buon apetite!" Despite his rushed attempt to muffle the phone, I heard every word. "It's fine. I can handle on my own!" I said, as much to convince myself as him. Before I could hang up, he called out, "Aveline, go home first. I'll explain everything later." What was there to explain? Just another lie to add to his collection. I ended the call and ordered an Uber home. Castro didn't return that night. Unable to sleep through the New Year's fireworks outside, I worked on some jewelry designs for my clients on my iPad. Accidentally touching the messaging app icon, I saw Oriana's social media post from an hour ago - a stunning photo of fireworks lighting up the night sky, captioned: "After years of wandering, I've come home to you. The fireworks welcome me back, just as brilliant as your love. Worth every moment of waiting." I stared at the screen for a long moment before realizing I was logged into Castro's account on my iPad. I had no interest in reading their intimate messages. I logged out immediately, trying to ignore the hollow feeling in my heart. The next morning, feeling somewhat better, I arrived at the design firm right on time. Sarah, my creative director, held my resignation letter with mixed emotions when I told her about returning home for marriage. "First my best jewelry designer leaves for marriage," she sighed, shaking her head. "The studio won't be the same without you." Words failed me, so I hugged her instead, grateful for her mentorship over the years. News of my departure spread quickly through the office. My colleagues insisted on throwing me a farewell dinner. I suggested the Italian restaurant Castro and I frequented - partly because I didn't know many others, but mostly because their seafood risotto was exceptional. During dinner, I excused myself to the wash my hand, only to find Oriana touching up her makeup at the marble vanity. "What a coincidence!" She smiled warmly at my reflection. "You know, Castro first brought me here during our college days. We've had so many special moments in this place since then." I returned a polite smile and turned to leave, seeing no reason for small talk between us. But Oriana wasn't finished. She called after me, "I noticed something the other night - Castro always rinses the spicy sauce off your shrimp. Are you sensitive to spice too?" That single word - "too" - made me freeze. The truth was, I loved spicy food. But Castro always insisted on rinsing my shrimp, claiming spicy food wasn't ladylike. I'd believed he was being protective. Now I realized he was simply acting on habit. It’s Oriana, who couldn't handle spice. Seeing my silence, she tilted her head, studying my face with unsettling intensity. "You know, I've been meaning to say this since I first saw you... Don't you think we look remarkably similar?" I'd never felt more humiliated. Under her triumphant gaze, I fled the bathroom, the pieces finally falling into place - I hadn't been his love, I'd been her replacement. Back in the private dining room, my colleagues' warmth slowly thawed my frozen state. Just as I was beginning to push aside the unpleasant encounter, the door swung open. Castro stood in the doorway, his Armani suit slightly disheveled, his eyes scanning the crowded room before landing on me with laser focus. In that moment of eye contact, I saw barely contained rage in his expression, though I couldn't fathom why. "Aveline." His voice cut through the chatter like ice. "A word?" Following him into the marble-lined hallway, I was utterly unprepared for what happened next. His hand connected with my cheek in a sharp crack that echoed off the pristine walls. In seven years, he had never raised a hand to me. "How dare you push Oriana?" Meeting my shocked gaze, he showed no remorse - only fury. "You knew her ankle was injured. I told you I'd explain everything later - is this your way of getting revenge?" My cheek stung where he'd struck me. Oriana limped toward us from down the hallway. Her designer blouse was rumpled and stained with water. Before I could defend myself, she collapsed dramatically to the floor. Castro shoved past me, rushing to gather her in his arms. "Why did you follow us? I told you I'd bring her to apologize," he said to Oriana, his harsh words belied by his tender tone. Oriana shook her head, tears glistening. "It's nothing serious. She probably didn't mean it. Don't be so hard on her." "If William finds out you struck his sister..." she added softly. At the mention of my brother, something flickered in Castro's eyes. But looking at Oriana, his resolve hardened. "William trusted me with her care," he said firmly. "If she needs correction, that's my responsibility." I let out a bitter laugh. "What exactly did I do? Even criminals get due process. You're denouncing and striking me without any evidence - doesn't that seem unjust to you?" Castro's fists clenched as he glared at me. "You knew there were no cameras in the restroom. That's why you chose to attack her there." The absurdity of it all made me want to laugh and cry simultaneously. "If there were no cameras, how can you be so sure it was me?" "Because Oriana wouldn't lie!" He took a step toward me, his cologne - the one she'd given him years ago, I now realized - overwhelming. "What possible reason would she have? I've known her for years. She's not capable of that kind of deception." I met his gaze, unflinching. "So I must be the liar then?" Seven years together. I'd thought that would mean something - that Castro would at least trust my character. But in Oriana's presence, those seven years might as well have been seven minutes. “Her word alone was enough to convict me. One accusation, and I was guilty beyond redemption.” The favoritism was unmistakable, his blind devotion to her undeniable. And me? I was just the understudy who'd forgotten her place. There was no point in arguing further. Ignoring Castro's angry calls, I walked away, my cheek still stinging from his slap. Not wanting to cast a shadow over my colleagues' celebration, I quietly settled the bill and texted them: "Something came up. Please enjoy the rest of the evening - dinner's on me." Back home, I found myself really seeing our apartment for the first time in seven years. Every corner held memories: the window seat where we'd shared Sunday morning coffee, the kitchen island where he'd taught me to make his grandmother's tiramisu. What once felt magical now felt poisonous, each memory a thorn in my heart. I found a moving box and spent the night methodically erasing our relationship: the matching "Beauty and Beast" slippers, the "his and hers" coffee mugs that fit together, and a whole collection of professional couple photographs - holiday cards, vacation shots, carefully staged moments of perfect happiness. These had been my security blanket, my proof that what we had was real. Now they were just artifacts of an elaborate performance. Castro didn't come home for two weeks. Between finishing my last jewelry designs,, I systematically emptied the apartment. I sold or donated every piece of furniture I'd chosen, every decorative touch I'd added. The space returned to its original state: stark minimalist, black and white, emptiness echoing off the walls. The night before my departure, I tried calling him one last time. Each attempt met with immediate rejection. Finally, a text appeared: "Unless you're ready to admit your guilt and properly apologize to Oriana, we have nothing to discuss." I laughed bitterly at my phone's screen. So be it. Some conversations were better left unsaid. My early morning flight beckoned. As I wheeled my suitcase out, this space that had once felt so precious now felt like a prison I was finally escaping. Just before boarding, my phone lit up with birthday wishes. Friends and colleagues sending hopes for my future, wishes for happiness, prayers for true love. I responded to each one before switching off my phone. As the plane lifted off, I made a silent promise to myself: I would be happy. 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Yes | 2025-02-28 00:30 | active | 2651 | 0 | ❤️🔥Relentless Pursuit After Divorce | Jones' residence. In the bathroom, the sound of running water echoed; surrounded by warm white light, white steam filled the air, enveloping a faint silhouette. "Click—" The unlocked bathroom door was suddenly pushed open, startling Elly Campbell in the shower. She quickly grabbed a towel nearby to wrap herself with, turned off the hot water, and as the steam slowly dissipated, the handsome face of the man at the door was revealed. But on that face, a coldness was gathered, and those eyes, like frozen ice, now rested on her. "Adam... Adam?" Seeing the man before her, Elly's face couldn't hide her surprise, obviously not expecting him to return at this time. Adam Jones closed the door and walked towards her with an icy expression, his usually reserved eyes now carrying a bone-chilling Cold Aura as he stepped closer to Elly. "Adam..." Words on the tip of her tongue, her body was then forcefully pulled by Adam, flung against the washstand behind her; her waist hit the marble countertop, causing her to wince in pain. Her towel was ruthlessly pulled away by Adam, she suddenly looked at him, and her hands instinctively protected her front, "Adam, what are you doing?" "What do you think I am doing?" His sharp, thin lips twisted into a bloodthirsty, cruel smile. His well-defined fingers unbuttoned his shirt; the falling buttons clinked on the ground, each sound echoing against Elly's being. Adam's gaze was dark and terrifying, Elly had never seen him this ferocious before. "Adam, let me go!" Her wrist, gripped and immobilized by Adam's strength, caused more pain as his grip tightened, crinkling Elly's brow even further. "What? Putting on an act again now that you are before me?" Act? Elly's heart was deeply wounded by this word spat out from Adam's mouth. Three years, three years of marriage, was everything she ever did in Adam's eyes just an act? "Complaining to grandma so eagerly, tonight I will grant your wish. After tonight, shut your mouth and behave!" Elly had no idea what she did tonight to anger Adam, but every word he spoke was like countless knives plunging deep into her heart. She struggled, trying to escape from underneath Adam, but he was like an enraged beast wanting to devour her, and no matter how hard she tried, she was powerless against him. Just like her feelings for him, now and over the years. A bitter smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and she ceased to struggle. Feeling the compliance of the person beneath him, Adam's actions halted slightly in his fury, his gaze shifting to Elly. The bitterness in her eyes suddenly pricked the deepest part of his heart, an area he never wished to be touched, and his good-looking eyebrows tightened at once. Yet recalling what she had once done to him, the suppressed anger surged back. 2: Self-affectionate When everything was over, Elly Campbell quietly watched the bathroom, still veiled in steam – not a hint of joy on her face, nor in her heart. She had never imagined that a moment that should have been beautiful for the two of them would begin like this. In pain, Elly half-squatted on the ground. Adam Jones merely glanced at her coldly and went into the shower. After a hasty rinse, he wrapped a towel around himself and walked out. It took a long time before Elly could recover from the tearing pain. Slowly, she got up from the ground and went to clean herself in the shower. Looking at herself in the mirror, her face, pale as paper, couldn't hide her delicate beauty – yet it never caught Adam's eye. Sardonically tugging at the corner of her lips, she unexpectedly saw that Adam Jones was still in the room. This was the marital bedroom she shared with Adam Jones, but in three years, his visits here could be counted on one hand, let alone staying the night. At that moment, Adam, already dressed, was sitting on the sofa, his long legs lazily crossed. He looked down at Elly with an air of superiority. That look was familiar to Elly, but tonight... it was so piercing that she felt utterly humiliated. Elly raised her eyes and looked at him for a while, her voice somewhat hoarse, "Is there something else?" Standing before her, Adam looked down at the woman, her body marred with wounds and her face pale, but her calmness irritated him. His ruthless words slowly spilled out. "Sophie is back. I'm giving you one day to get out of here." Elly's body stiffened. In her stunned eyes, a hint of disbelief surfaced— "Sophie Baker is back?" Sophie Baker – Elly was not unfamiliar with her, even though she had never appeared in Elly's life. And yet, she was always there, lingering in Elly's existence. Elly looked into Adam's eyes for a long time. Those bottomless eyes, whenever they met hers, were always cold as bayonets. She watched Adam silently, the memory of that tender, sunny-smiled boy growing more and more blurred. After a long moment, she took a deep breath as if mustering all her courage and asked softly, "Adam, in these three years, was there ever a moment... when you liked me?" As she asked, Elly knew she had trampled all her dignity underfoot. The tears brimming in her eyes were forcefully pushed back. Adam's body tensed, surprised by Elly's question. A flicker of confusion passed through the depths of his eyes. But the confusion was fleeting, and it vanished quickly. After staring at Elly in silence for a long time, he let out a scornful, sarcastic laugh, "What do you think?" Elly saw the mockery in his eyes, as if laughing at her for being foolishly lovesick. She laughed along, feeling that her question was indeed ridiculous, utterly lacking self-awareness. If Adam had liked her even a little bit in the past three years, he wouldn't be humiliating her like this now. Adam didn't know why she suddenly laughed. When he brought up Sophie, Elly's reaction was unexpectedly calm. So calm it was entirely unlike the reaction a normal wife should have. Watching her like that, Adam grew even more restless. For three years, she had always been proper and composed, not making a fuss – a considerate wife who never annoyed him. But only he knew just how venomous this woman's heart truly was. 3: Foreigner Whenever he thought of the things she had done, he couldn't help feeling disgusted, couldn't help wanting to strangle her to death with his own hands. "I understand." For a long while, he only heard Elly Campbell respond to him with this calm statement before she went to the dressing room. Adam Jones lifted his gaze, his deep eyes resting on her slender back. Her reaction just now not only failed to give him the pleasure of revenge but also made his heart even more irritable. Elly Campbell came out of the dressing room in fresh clothes, her hair still dripping with water droplets. That face, without a touch of makeup, still looked so beautiful that it was hard to look away. Even though he despised her, hated her through and through, he had to admit that this woman indeed had a face that could wreck nations. When he first saw her in his youth, he... He closed his eyes bitterly, not allowing himself to think any further. Elly Campbell hadn't expected Adam Jones to still be in the room. She paused in her steps, hesitated for a moment, then walked toward him, just in time to meet Adam Jones's suddenly open eyes. Those dark eyes, like a whirlpool, she still hadn't understood him to this day. At this moment, she suddenly started to think, what was the meaning of her persistence and effort over the past three years? "Adam..." After opening and closing her mouth several times, in the end, the many words that reached her lips were swallowed back down again. She only said slowly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know my one-sided feelings made you so unhappy." When she spoke those words, she still felt a sharp sting in her heart. That dull, aching feeling became particularly intense when she made up her mind to let go of Adam Jones. When she looked up again, the reluctance that had been reignited several times over the past three years now seemed much fainter. And that "I'm sorry" made Adam Jones's heart suddenly tremble. His normally cold eyes fixed on her calm and resigned face, a mysterious panic flashing across his heart. After saying that, Elly Campbell turned and walked away, her eyes that had always clung to him didn't glance at him again. Adam Jones felt an increasing panic in his heart as she stepped out the door, his voice involuntarily blurting out, "Where are you going?!" "To the hospital to see Grandma." Elly Campbell didn't turn back, just answering Adam Jones with her back to him. Adam Jones's heart was in a mess and filled with irritation at that moment. Why did this damned woman have to say that sentence just now? Did she think he would soften? A single "sorry" was supposed to make him forgive the nauseating things she had done? "You don't need to go. Grandma is still in a coma, it's not convenient for outsiders to disturb." Outsiders... Elly Campbell forced a smile, nodding her head, accepting that status. "Alright." She responded softly, then continued, "I'm quite busy these days. I will move out when I have time." After holding on for three years, she hadn't expected to still fail to persist. All her insistence, all her concessions made in the belief that they could move Adam Jones, were just a joke. This was the answer Adam Jones had always wanted, yet, paradoxically, when he heard her say this, he was not only unsatisfied but his inner panic and irritation intensified. He cast a cold glance at Elly Campbell, not able to resist saying sarcastically, "You think by dragging it out for a few days, I will change my mind?" The mocking tone made Elly Campbell frown, turning around to face his only mocking and cold eyes. "Adam Jones, if three years can't make you change your mind, what use are these few days? You have so little confidence in yourself?" 4: Divorce Agreement She saw him suddenly freeze, and without much thought, her lips curled into a cynical smile. She didn't glance at Adam Jones again before opening the door and leaving. Adam Jones didn't know why, but at that moment, his heart felt exceptionally heavy, and there was even a faint, aching sensation mingling within it. The next second, he suddenly stood up from the couch, walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, and watched as Elly Campbell's car slowly drove out of the villa's gate. It wasn't until the car's taillights gradually disappeared from his sight, leaving not a single trace of light, that Adam Jones withdrew his gaze. His hand pressed against his chest where it felt somewhat dull and painful, he closed his eyes, his mind full of Elly Campbell's calm and relieved demeanor as she had spoken to him, making his heart feel even more panicked. "Unrequited?" His tightly shut eyes slowly opened, and looking at the silent night, Adam Jones's lips curled into a mocking, cold smile. "Elly Campbell, in these three years, did you really have unrequited feelings?" If she had truly cared for him, how could she have... back then? A shadow swiftly crossed the depths of Adam Jones's eyes, but it was quickly suppressed by him. *** Elly Campbell stood in front of the Jones Corporation building, lifting her eyes to gaze at the glittering gold letters that read "Jones Group", clenching the sheets of paper in her hand as she walked inside. "Hello, is Aide Baker available?" She approached the reception desk and politely inquired. The reception desk, being the face of Jones Corporation, required the staff to maintain consistent courtesy and smiles no matter how tedious it was, even if she looked at Elly Campbell with disdain in her eyes. "Do you have an appointment?" Assistant Baker was President Jones's personal assistant, many people wanted to get close to him. Elly Campbell noticed the hostility and disdain in the receptionist's eyes but didn't mind. She just smiled faintly and shook her head, "No." "I'm sorry, if you don't have an appointment, you'll need to wait over there for a while." The receptionist smiled and pointed to a seat in the waiting area, showing no intention of calling upstairs, effectively declining Elly Campbell's request. "Okay." She nodded amiably and turned to walk toward the waiting area, but behind her came a surprised voice, tinged with a certain degree of respect. "Madam." When Robert Green came out of the elevator, he saw that familiar figure turning away in the distance, and he unconsciously called out. Elly Campbell turned her head back, and Robert Green had already hurried to her side. "Madam, are you here to see the president? He's currently in a meeting, or should I…" "No, I'm here to see you." Elly Campbell curtly interrupted Robert Green, handing him the paper. "Give this to Adam Jones. When he has time, tell him to sign it, would you?" She knew that if it weren't for his grandmother, Lady Jones, forcing him, Adam Jones would never have been willing to marry her in the first place. This time, signing the divorce papers, he would agree quickly and happily, she presumed. Without waiting for Robert Green to react, Elly Campbell had already left, feeling a sudden lightness after ending this three-year marriage of strangers. Robert Green stared blankly at the glaring "Divorce Agreement" on the paper in his hand, his temples throbbing painfully. Was Madam giving him a tough problem? Did she realize she had thrown a hot potato his way, so hot that he couldn't even catch it?! And the woman at the reception desk, was she struck dumb by Robert Green's address just now? Madam? The president's wife? Could it be that the president got married? But how could there be no news at all about a man like the president getting married? 5: Prenatal check-up ``` Thinking back to her earlier behavior towards the CEO's wife, the receptionist subconsciously shuddered. CEO's Office— Adam Jones flipped through the documents in his hands with an expressionless face, the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows casting a halo over him, adding a divine and hazy sheen to his originally profound, chiseled features. He couldn't concentrate on a single word of the document, his mind full of Elly Campbell's calm and relieved demeanor as she left home the day before, unsettling his entire being. Robert Green, holding the divorce agreement, cautiously pushed open the door to the CEO's office, meeting Adam Jones's lifted gaze. Adam's pupils were very dark, unfathomable, making it impossible for anyone to read the emotions hidden in his eyes. Seeing Robert's hesitant demeanor, he furrowed his brow, "What is it?" His voice, like his demeanor, carried a natural chill, able to extinguish any warmth around him the moment he spoke. Robert carefully presented the item Elly had asked him to give to Adam— "CEO, the lady has just delivered this." Adam's brow twitched, and his deep eyes locked onto the paper in front of him, a sharp edge flashing through them. "Elly sent this?" The temperature in his voice seemed to drop further, forcing Robert to nod stiffly. Adam stayed silent, looking at the beautiful signature at the bottom of the agreement, bearing Elly Campbell's name. A divorce agreement? Elly Campbell, you really have some nerve! Anger flashed across Adam's face, a chilling fury that deepened as his pupils harbored a storm brewed from restraint. He stared at the clear division of assets on the agreement, his thin lips twisting into a cold, mocking smile. His sharp gaze appeared ready to shred the agreement into confetti. "CEO..." Despite the bone-chilling air, Robert continued, his voice shaky, "CEO, the lady also said..." Adam's cold eyes slowly lifted to meet Robert's, causing the latter to shiver once more. "What else did she say?" The simple words seemed to have sprung from an ice cellar, relentlessly pounding on Robert's head. "The lady said that she wants you to sign the papers quickly and find a time to collect the certificate with her." Adam didn't respond, his cool gaze becoming inscrutable. With a light wave of his hand, Robert scurried out of the office, feeling like he'd received a pardon, and "thoughtfully" closed the office door behind him. "Divorce?" Adam's lips curled into a thin, cold smile, "Elly Campbell, why should everything go according to your plan!" His grip on the agreement tightened, the words "Divorce Agreement" becoming more glaring by the second, then he casually tossed the document into a drawer, dismissing it completely. In his eyes, this was nothing more than another one of Elly's games, her tactics all too familiar to him, unworthy of his participation. One month later— Elly Campbell stared dumbfounded at the lab report she just collected from the director of the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department, the glaring numbers informing her she was pregnant. The single night she spent with Adam Jones a month ago had unexpectedly resulted in this. "Elly, the baby is developing well, but the work at the hospital is quite demanding. 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