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Yes | 2025-03-02 01:30 | active | 2671 | 0 | 🏙️If you need to be close to the hustle of down town Portland but your soul is craving peace…. Then you need to move to a floating home! 🏡 Living on the water is so calming, and if you need a change then you should definitely look at a floating home. You will never regret it. When we moved to our floating home 5 years ago, it changed everything. The things we love about living on the water: ❤️We are more active (kayaking, paddle boarding, walking our dogs, swimming.) ❤️We love not having any yard work that requires our entire weekend to maintain. ❤️We love that we can walk through our front door and be in our boat, kayak or paddle board on the Columbia in 5 mins. ❤️ We love the community we live in and the friendships we’ve made ❤️ We love that our view out all our windows changes by the minute ❤️ We love the wildlife right outside our door ❤️ We love that we are still less than 15 mins to downtown but feel like we are on vacation when at home! I could go on and on 😍 Now is the perfect time to start your search for your floating home so you can be settled and enjoy the summer weather on the river. If you’d like to see what floating homes are currently available, click the link in my bio and request my “Floating Homes for Sale” list and I’ll email it to you. If you have questions about living in a floating home, reach out -send a DM, or click the link in my bio and book a call. ☎️ PS- here’s a secret 🤫 Floating homes are a niche. When considering a floating home, make sure you hire a realtor with first hand experience purchasing & living in a floating home. I can help you navigate this process, and would love to help you make the move to living the river life! #realtor #portlandoregon #portland #vancouver #waterfront #riverlife #realtorsofinstagram #pacificnorthwest #houseboat #floatinghomes #floatinghomesportland #floatinghomerealtor | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/kellymonforthomes | Kelly Monfort Homes, KM Homes LLC, Keller Williams Realty | https://www.facebook.com/KellyMonfortHomes/ | 109 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | VIDEO | http://instagram.com/kellymonforthomes | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481300941_1304368424167047_4245932342593868337_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=NK2tsk4QfFsQ7kNvgH-x9S4&_nc_oc=Adghv0-pc6ByJgYqyctZsU2XehH1TXofIA9fAdTXjdcTneok32nRONiXNoxEmW4TY9F4EzeDY_zLOGWPjxjorrWe&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Apg2cHPp0ZC2Ouj7QA9VV5y&oh=00_AYA55aUA7rkGpb8uecBVT93u7YOPNVymGMQ7hHzSaIxF5g&oe=67C9DC4E | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Kelly Monfort Homes, KM Homes LLC, Keller Williams Realty | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-03-02 01:30 | active | 2671 | 0 | Liberte-se do que te aprisiona 😜 | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/anakpersonal | Ana Kelly Personal | https://www.facebook.com/100089911818234/ | 5 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | VIDEO | http://instagram.com/anakpersonal | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481192604_1681673792479352_864888925829011240_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=8AlJtbMQrkkQ7kNvgHKbiL-&_nc_oc=AdgxKGKjpXy9lcHVd2HaaHFmXy-eOegcJNE3MW6xdRU-PdDaY_dL00IjnGuz0yubuhYLnWF8KLXjueEDPJoxpIha&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=AbpvRiodQqvZLFaKgWKT0CJ&oh=00_AYD5c1LQvuWqv-nDAqYyfEdtYSPpOmxCRftmKI5N6_w7-Q&oe=67C9D5E1 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Ana Kelly Personal | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-03-02 01:30 | active | 2671 | 0 | ❤️😍O que acontece a seguir👉Clique aqui para continuar lendo👉 | A Kelly, minha prima, roupou meu namorado Cláudio, quem eu namorava há 4 anos. Ele foi meu primeiro namorado, e os encontrei na minha cama! E agora, eles vão se casar... - Você vai ao casamento da sua prima, Catarina. Isso é uma ordem! Nós somos os seus pais e você vai obedecer. – Minha mãe falava brava comigo, como se eu fosse a errada nessa situação. - Ah, mãe! Me poupe e se poupe! A cidade inteira sabe que a Kelly é uma vadia... – Perdi a paciência. - CHEGA, CATARINA! – Meu pai gritou e me assustou. – Você vai a esse casamento e ponto final. - Mas, pai... - Não quero saber, Catarina! É importante pra sua mãe manter a paz na família. Então você vai e pronto. – Meu pai falou não dando margem para questionamentos. Fui para o meu quarto e passei a noite chorando. No dia seguinte contei tudo para a Melissa, que não perdeu tempo, arrumou os convites para um baile de máscaras...... No baile, um homem com uma máscara preta sorrindo pra mim. Ele beijou minha mão e me puxou para perto dizendo no meu ouvido com uma voz rouca: - A mulher mais linda do salão não vai me negar uma dança, vai? - Acho que preciso de um pouco de ar. - Vem comigo. - Ele me puxou para um corredor sem iluminação que dava para uma saída de emergência e ficou assoprando o meu rosto. – Eu quero muito te beijar. Posso? – Eu fiz que sim com a cabeça. Ele olhou nos meus olhos, segurou a minha nuca e nossos lábios se encontraram, começou lento, mas foi se aprofundando, ele me encostou na parede e o beijo se intensificou ainda mais, quase nos roubando o fôlego, quando ele interrompeu o beijo para respirarmos, nos olhamos nos olhos, foi como jogar gasolina no fogo, ele passou a mão pela minha cintura, desceu até minha coxa e puxou minha perna para sua cintura. Eu já estava completamente entregue nesse momento, sentindo seu corpo contra o meu, eu fiquei louca de tesão e o puxei para mais perto envolvendo sua cintura com minha perna. - Você beija bem! – Sorri pra ele e senti meu corpo todo se arrepiar. – Ah, linda, você é incrível, eu quero muito você, aqui, agora! – ele disse entre beijos e enfiou a mão sob o meu vestido o puxando pra cima e chegando a minha calcinha. Eu estava em chamas quando ele enfiou a mão dentro da minha calcinha e gemeu. – Ah! Que delícia! Tão quente, tão molhadinha! – Disse e me beijou com mais força, enquanto abria o zíper da sua calça. Com um movimento rápido, de quem já tinha feito aquilo antes, ele rasgou minha calcinha e acariciou minha entrada, como se pedisse permissão. Olhou nos meus olhos de novo e me perguntou: - O que você quer que eu faça? - Eu quero que você esteja dentro de mim agora! – Respondi sem nenhum pudor, eu já estava arfando de tanto tesão. Eu não resisti aqueles olhos e aquela voz rouca. Eu nunca fui assim, normalmente eu teria me desvencilhado dele no momento em que me puxou pela mão, mas aquela noite eu havia prometido a mim mesma que iria me divertir e se aparecesse alguém interessante eu viveria o momento. E era o que eu estava fazendo, vivendo aquele momento. Ao me ouvir, ele foi entrando em mim devagar, observando eu encostar minha cabeça na parede e aproveitar cada centímetro dele, e ele era enorme. Ele aproveitou para espalhar beijos pelo meu pescoço. Quando acabou de entrar ele parou e falou entre beijos no meu ouvido: - Agora eu vou me mexer. – E começou a sair, só pra entrar de novo com toda força dessa vez, e foi uma delícia, eu estava completamente entregue e enlouquecida com os movimentos dele que entrava e saia de mim freneticamente. Nos descontrolamos e nos entregamos totalmente, como se não tivesse nada ao nosso redor, eu senti uma névoa em meus olhos e o climax começando a se formar e gemi baixinho no ouvido dele, nesse momento parece que ele enlouqueceu, puxou minha outra perna para sua cintura e eu o entrelacei. Me beijando intensamente ele entrava e saia com mais força ainda em mim, era o paraíso na terra. Eu gozei gemendo na boca dele e foi um climax incrível, mas ele continuou o movimento e logo outro climax se formou, e gozei novamente, um climax ainda maior que o anterior que me deixou sem fôlego, enquanto eu gozava ele me disse baixinho que estava no limite me sentindo pulsar ao seu redor, logo eu senti o gozo dele quente dentro de mim. Ficamos ali encostados naquela parede, totalmente sem fôlego, a testa dele encostada a minha. Enquanto me beijava, ele começou a sair de mim e eu estava completamente bem comida, como diria a Melissa. Eu sorri e ele me olhou, me deu um selinho e disse: - Você é realmente incrível! Gentilmente ele baixou minhas pernas até meus pés tocarem o chão, colocou o meu vestido em ordem, arrumou sua calça e me abraçou. Isso foi tão íntimo, tão afetuoso, apesar da loucura daquele encontro e da ferocidade com que nos entregamos, ele ainda era cuidadoso comigo. Eu nunca tinha tido uma relação tão maravilhosa, mas eu só tinha transado com meu ex até então. E meu ex nunca tinha se preocupado em me abraçar depois, nem se preocupava com meu prazer, para ele a coisa se resumia a entrar e sair até ele estar satisfeito, então, o fato de um homem se preocupar comigo, com meu prazer, cuidar de mim, foi novidade, e uma novidade incrível. Ele me deu um beijo no pescoço e perguntou no meu ouvido: - Então, linda, eu ainda não sei o seu nome. Quando eu ia abrir a boca pra falar, ele puxou o celular do bolso e me pediu um minuto para atender. - O que você disse? – Nesse momento aquele estranho saiu correndo como se tivesse se esquecido de mim, ou como se só estivesse fugindo da rapariga que comeu rapidinho na festa. Voltei pra mesa. - Vocês usaram camisinha, né? Meu coração disparou! A gente não usou preservativo. Ela já foi logo me acalmando: - Não, Cat, calma. Com certeza não vai dar nada. Mas você deve fazer uns exames para garantir que está tudo bem. Não surta! Na data marcada Mel foi comigo ao médico. Com a lista de exames nas mãos ela mesma marcou o laboratório e fez questão de me acompanhar. Os resultados saíram cinco dias depois e eu voltei ao médico. Claro que a Mel estava comigo. O médico verificou os resultados e me olhou nos olhos: - Srta. Catarina, sua saúde está ótima. Você está saudável. Mas, daqui pra frente terá que se cuidar melhor. Eu respirei aliviada Ele continuou falando: - Parabéns, você está grávida! Eu não ouvi mais nada, só o sangue pulsando em meus ouvidos... | LEARN_MORE | https://alplk.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=17914&ut | Casa dos livros | https://www.facebook.com/61558148557550/ | 25,215 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | alplk.com | VIDEO | 🔥Mais grandes romances aqui🔥 | https://alplk.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=17914&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-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481700602_1689339911707390_6931186074968146615_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=6sDAB23VwzkQ7kNvgFPs25I&_nc_oc=AdgDjMUYr6b4ZLnQMMV0RuUKboibKc7bSD13_oLdX3Ra3vVi7NUbLUlSQVufhQjKAjtu1EDknv28Ctff7y5aZ_Eg&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AWCriFlvLIl0a2MDjm6dqkO&oh=00_AYCBp8-tJpqzuFpjkyGnJdh3xKye9gURW7zEMbkYDXDqBQ&oe=67C9CB26 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Casa dos livros | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The Pittsburgh 700 May 2nd - 4th, 2025 Washington Crown Center Washington PA 15301 Over $10,000 in Door Prizes!! 750 Dealer Tables One of the Largest Shows in the Country!! More auto guests TBA !! www.pittsburghcardshow.com | CALL_NOW | Mark Hipsley | https://www.facebook.com/mark.hipsley.7/ | 308 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Call now | 0 | MULTI_IMAGES | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480998569_1629042931050857_6188202126761869670_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=gAlKBvDrNjcQ7kNvgGApYo8&_nc_oc=AdiLZRd-4jmzxMpmdGHL_X9ildAJmejzn8CGunf8tYu66piibEZv61reQjJlflLzF66z5dQ6FxelqVr_mawjZdAe&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=AqzZ4aA7eSU357L3RxK6yCL&oh=00_AYCYbA6Yt-YaXwRpRdyThXZ9kCCTrD5Dgp7xtWAq4hXGow&oe=67C9EEFE | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Mark Hipsley | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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A Warehouse Worth Talking About | Nobody talks about their warehouse—unless it’s WareSpace. See what members are saying: 💬 ""A small business owner's dream come true!"" – Dent Tires, LLC 💬 ""Great concept for startup businesses that are scaling."" – 1122 Candles 💬 ""If WeWork and a warehouse had a baby..."" – Kelly Bertrog Big warehouses mean big commitments, big costs, and big headaches. WareSpace offers flexible, all-inclusive spaces that work for you—without the hassle. Find out why businesses are making the switch. | LEARN_MORE | https://warespace.com/landing-page/st-paul-1 | WareSpace | https://www.facebook.com/warespaceco/ | 693 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | warespace.com | DCO | {{product.description}} | https://warespace.com/landing-page/st-paul-1 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/482028338_542098524951850_2306344916409340321_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=O8rfUKs9qL4Q7kNvgGIZP8N&_nc_oc=AdiDUG7v-hGZ0yMblfXD1Gq3YU_jfceKhQy1HaR5wBY-BfNUxgvfTxcOvvkuL1qksejlKaMZODQS3cAZGYVG6peZ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=AJFMSPS8zBlOkFCYpaS5Xil&oh=00_AYD3MHsl2ZL2keEyTMgJhFWOXyb39HaUfCv6XiqWEbpXmw&oe=67C9C724 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | WareSpace | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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🪻Spring is coming – time to sell! Get your free valuation now! | 🏡DIY Pros in Tampa, Show off your work! Get a free valuation to see your home's new value. | LEARN_MORE | http://fb.me/ | Kelly Burchill Tampa Real Estate Advisor | https://www.facebook.com/BrokerKellyBurchill/ | 567 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | https://kellyburchill.com | DCO | http://fb.me/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481142339_2441032099573293_6572526877609026213_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=AuRKWjjUFK8Q7kNvgEkwcOc&_nc_oc=AdjAaBbSFIh6gByUYkNDAFsOc3WoQh5_5BWBWXL1SS9-Z-gpIkBtzbS2-PLwS_IqC-gmrPKDSjbO_7YjVim_I5Pg&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=AJFMSPS8zBlOkFCYpaS5Xil&oh=00_AYCH5ZJqgf4Ew-syx6yUVjKISs_W38Ee-XPcDTlG6nWiVQ&oe=67C9E15B | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Kelly Burchill Tampa Real Estate Advisor | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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2009 Lincoln Navigator · Sport Utility 4D | 2009 Lincoln Navigator · Sport Utility 4D - $9,999.00 Clean Title!!! Clean Carfax!!! Cleanest Navigator You Will Find At This Price, With These Miles...119k!!! Pearl Coat White, With Darker Oak Trim!!! Rare, Rare, Rare!!! Mechanically Mint!!! Paint/Body, Near Mint!!! Interior, Near Mint!!! Loaded With All The Creature Comforts!!! Inspected And Is Mechanically Sound!!! Ready For It's New Owner!!! Bargain PRICE $$$,9,999 Bargain Car-Mart LLC...By APT Only!!! Message Anytime To Come Check Out Your BARGAIN!!! Facebook Marketplace | CONTACT_US | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/114886299668 | Lauren Kelly | https://www.facebook.com/Lauren-Kelly-367618636431671/ | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Contact us | 0 | IMAGE | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/1148862996680053/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | REGULAR_PAGE | 1 | 1 | 0 | Lauren Kelly | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Get Your Tickets Now | Grab your boots and join us at the Cattle Country Music Fest! Experience three days of music, food, and fun across 400 acres of Texas beauty. Sip craft drinks, explore Cowboy Cove, and make memories. | LEARN_MORE | https://cattlecountryfesttx.com/ | Cattle Country Fest | https://www.facebook.com/cattlecountryfest/ | 16,919 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | cattlecountryfesttx.com | DCO | Cattle Country Fest | https://cattlecountryfesttx.com/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480684765_1157545212730340_352190524120505363_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=xxyvGZvvIHYQ7kNvgFSkEPc&_nc_oc=AdjChC2EnshPeBENepmIpiFqtaa41zTn7-zridSlxxCVSBJ4ySspZYtzh2SssqEFFKeDQuPT5GxvuM9nirMVcqgf&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=AC3y2VfrTt79AIM4suyazzq&oh=00_AYDUITLUKyNYbHoRCcphLOFygMlj4D5lcnwVV6FHtnzTvg&oe=67C9D2B9 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Cattle Country Fest | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-03-02 01:30 | active | 2671 | 0 | Continue Watching👉👉 | Mia Bale, the daughter of the wealthiest family, works as an intern in her family's company. Unexpectedly, she encounters Ken Leed, the CEO of a collaborating company who is also her former boyfriend, having vanished without explanation three years ago. As Mia tries to reconcile with Ken, she faces obstacles from Lily Cork, who exacerbates misunderstandings between them. | WATCH_MORE | https://fb.dramabox.com/db_land_page/DLLPF1059378. | DramaBox- movies&drama | https://www.facebook.com/DramaBoxMoviesDrama/ | 9,322,120 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Watch more | 0 | fb.dramabox.com | VIDEO | https://fb.dramabox.com/db_land_page/DLLPF1059378.html?language=en×tamp=1740728971661&channelCode=DLLPF1059378&bid=41000112446&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&ad_group_name={{adset.name}}&ad_group_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481084647_662716416191306_1993222425518915842_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=jkbOLFO10JsQ7kNvgF0dDCN&_nc_oc=AdjdVtySLzwLk0SWpWgh_oB76Y5wUJYvjcA0hUBOjbPe3NwAZpPyar6oqg9BkYq04sHDKaVwFV8S7GF32-utMsOi&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=AJtszQa-3IHUuzPsLJkjsF7&oh=00_AYAr6T2ZoZOJgXNKwrMBrycl_H1gGPj98u5cOzG-hGwT4A&oe=67C9D606 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | DramaBox- movies&drama | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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🔥《Revenge with My Undercover Cop Hubby》for free now!🥰🥰🥰 | "We've looked into your case. You've been missing for five years. Two years ago, your husband had you declared legally deceased and removed from official records. We managed to get in touch with him, but ... you should be prepared. He's remarried." Kelly Yeager sat frozen in her chair at the police station, struggling to process the officer's words. It all felt so surreal. Five years ago, she had traveled with a medical team to provide aid in Oasisvale, only to be taken hostage by terrorists. After enduring the suffering, she and her team had finally been rescued by peacekeeping forces, allowing her to return home at last. The thought of her husband, Eric Gray, had kept her going through all those years. From the moment they met in college to the day they married, their love had been everything to her. He was her whole world. She had often imagined their reunion—perhaps they would embrace through tears, overwhelmed by the miracle of finding each other again. But she never expected that she'd return to a life where he had already moved on. Outside, the Seaville city in Drakonia was bathed in the warmth of spring. The leaves whispered in the breeze, and the sunlight cast gentle golden hues. Kelly sat by the window, absentmindedly reaching out as if trying to grasp something familiar. Five years of desert life had made her a stranger to the world she once knew. The horrors she had witnessed left her unable to speak—her trauma manifesting as aphasia. On the day of her rescue, she cried as though finally releasing all the fear and grief that had built up over the years. She had believed that once she saw Eric, the wounds in her heart would start to heal. But reality slapped her in the face. Eric had erased her from his life in the third year of her absence. Not long after, he had married someone else. The police station door swung open, and a man hurried inside, his face filled with urgency. Though five years had passed, his appearance remained largely unchanged—except for a newfound maturity and steadiness in his demeanor. Dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, his wealth was apparent. The watch on his wrist alone was worth a fortune. It was clear that life had treated Eric well in her absence. "Kelly ... " his voice trembled as he scanned the room. The moment his eyes landed on her, emotion flooded his face, turning his gaze red-rimmed. Kelly parted her lips, but no sound came out. If she hadn't heard it from the police herself—that he had moved on, married again, and even had children—she might have believed, just for a moment, that he still cared. "You've been through so much," Eric murmured as he stepped closer, resisting the instinct to pull her into his arms. "Come home with me." Kelly didn't move. Could she even call it home anymore? "Kelly, you're safe now. It's all behind you," he reassured her, crouching to meet her eyes. Tears blurred her vision. The police must have been mistaken. How could the man who once adored her enough to climb a mountain at dawn just to leave a love lock at the peak have given his heart to someone else? Had it all been a lie? "Mr. Gray, I've already informed you about her condition," the police officer in charge of Kelly's case walked over and spoke softly. "The trauma has caused her to lose her ability to speak." A flicker of pain crossed Eric's face before he gently reached for her hand. Without resisting, Kelly allowed him to lead her out of the station, her steps slow and hesitant. She had believed that escaping hell meant she was finally returning to paradise. But reality sent a chill through her body. "Kelly, I'll take you to a hotel for now. A lot has changed over the years, and as for home ... " Eric trailed off. He had no intention of bringing her back—he was afraid of upsetting her. Kelly took out a pen and paper, her hand moving swiftly as she wrote, "Take me home!" That house wasn't just a place to her—it was their marital home. It was the symbol of the love they had shared for five years, the place where her happiest memories began. Eric froze, his expression unreadable. Seconds stretched into silence before he finally spoke, his voice heavy. "Kelly ... I'm sorry." Her hands clenched, trembling. Even in the chaos of war, with bullets flying past her, she had never felt fear like that. Yet, he continued, "You were gone for five years. Everyone believed you were dead. I moved on and remarried. My wife and daughter live there now. Sorry, I can't do anything that would hurt them." At that moment, the heart that had been clinging to hope finally shattered. Chapter 2 Her Home Is Not Hers Anymore "That's my home." Kelly's emotions surged, threatening to overwhelm her. She struggled to stay composed, using sign language to tell Eric that the house belonged to her. But he didn't understand. Just like their current relationship—so close, yet impossibly distant. A heavy silence settled between them, and once again, Kelly bore the weight of her pain alone. Five years had taught her to keep her suffering to herself. Tears dripped onto the back of her hand. Her fingers trembled as she clutched the pen and scribbled on the paper in uneven handwriting. "I want to go home and get my things." Eric opened his mouth as if to persuade but stopped when he saw the tears in her eyes. After a long pause, he finally relented. "Alright." The car ride was quiet. Kelly gazed out the window, lost in thought. There was a time when she believed the passenger seat beside Eric would always be hers. But now, cartoon stickers decorated the dashboard, and trinkets belonging to his wife filled the space. The man who once swore he'd never abandon her, who promised his love would last forever, had given his heart to another—just three years after she disappeared. Seaville's shimmering skyline blurred past her, a stark contrast to the endless deserts of Oasisvale. The dazzling lights felt surreal, almost suffocating. It had only been five years. Just five years. Why had the world left her behind? "Have my parents abandoned me too?" Kelly couldn't suppress the thought any longer and scribbled the question on the paper. There had been six of them taken that day. Her mentor, already elderly, had children waiting for him. Her senior, who had always quarreled with her husband and even considered divorce before disappearing, was greeted by that very same husband the moment she stepped off the plane in Drakonia. Everyone was claimed by someone—except Kelly. She tried calling every number she had memorized by heart, but none connected. When Eric never showed up to get her, she reassured herself that maybe he was swamped at the hospital. When her parents didn't come, she reasoned that they were aging and might not have gotten the news. But the truth was far crueler than any excuse she could come up with. "Kelly, let's talk about your parents tomorrow, alright?" Eric said after pulling into a parking space, his expression uneasy. A deep sense of dread crept over her. She shook her head insistently, desperate for answers now. "Come inside first. My wife made dinner." Avoiding the topic, Eric stepped out of the car and opened the door for her. Some things hadn't changed. As she exited, he instinctively placed a hand above her head, making sure she wouldn't bump it—just like he always had. Once, that kind of tenderness had been meant for her alone. But things were different now. Love hadn't just faded—it had been given to someone else. "You know her." As they entered the elevator, Eric spoke again, maybe to prepare her in case she got upset. "She's Dr. Lynch's daughter. She was there for me when I crazily searched for you. I became a wreck because of you. She pulled me out of it and stayed by my side ever since." Kelly lowered her gaze, her hands clenched into fists. It turned out that his wife was Regina Lynch, Beau Lynch's daughter. She had been their junior back in school. She was bold, direct, and unashamed. She had pursued Eric openly, even confronted Kelly about it. She had said, "I don't care if he's taken. If he's not married, he'll be mine eventually." Kelly had never taken Regina seriously. She had believed, without a doubt, that Eric's love for her was unshakable. She had been wrong. The elevator doors slid open on the 19th floor. Kelly hesitated. They had chosen the marital home here because she loved higher floors. The view of Seaville's river from here was breathtaking. Because it was a river-facing unit, the price had been much steeper than other layouts. She hadn't wanted to burden Eric's family, so she had asked her parents for an extra 230,000 dollars to secure it. That was supposed to be their home. A place they each owned 50% of after marriage. Now, the other woman lived there. Eric entered the password. The lock clicked open. Kelly stared at him. Five years had passed, yet he had never changed the password. Was that a foolish gesture of lingering sentiment? After all, the password was her birthday. Before she could process that thought, a small figure came rushing toward Eric. "Daddy!" A little girl flung herself into his arms. Eric tensed, darting a nervous glance at Kelly before turning an irritated look toward Regina. "I told you to take Faye to your parents' place." Regina remained silent, her eyes settling on Kelly. Kelly, however, wasn't looking at Regina. Her gaze was locked on the child. Eric had remarried three years after she disappeared. But judging by the girl's age, she wasn't a toddler of one or two—she looked closer to four or five. Kelly's breath caught. Her head snapped up, eyes blazing with anger as she turned to Eric, demanding an explanation. Chapter 3 Her Parents Died "I'll explain for Eric," Regina spoke up. Kelly's hands trembled as she signed her response, her gestures sharp with anger. "I don't need you—I want him to explain!" Regina couldn't understand sign language, but her eyes held pity as if she felt sorry for Kelly. Tears welled up in Kelly's eyes. She felt as if Regina's gaze was cutting right through her. The sympathy in both Eric's and Regina's eyes felt like sharp blades slicing into her heart. At that moment, regret washed over Kelly. Why haven't I died in Oasisvale? If I had died there, I wouldn't have to endure such a torment now. Her shaking hands fell to her sides, and she stopped resisting. The physical torture from being held captive by terrorists had never broken her, but the emotional wounds being inflicted now were unbearable. "When Dr. Cooper volunteered for the medical relief mission in Oasisvale, Eric was completely against you going. You had just gotten married back then. You were his whole world, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing you. But you—so caught up in your so-called dream, your desire for peace, your need to play the hero—insisted on going anyway," Regina's voice dripped with resentment. She blamed Kelly instead. "Regina." Eric covered his forehead, his voice low as he tried to stop her. "You left without a second thought. Did you ever consider how Eric felt? When news of your team's kidnapping reached Drakonia, he lost his mind. He drowned himself in alcohol, searching for any trace of you ... " Regina's eyes reddened with emotion. Kelly's fingers trembled as she looked at Eric. He had supported her decision when she joined Tyson Cooper's peacekeeping mission. He once said, "Kelly, I'll stand by whatever choice you make. I'll wait for you to come back." Those words had kept her going. She had endured, holding onto the belief that Eric would be waiting for her. "I admit I didn't play fair when it came to Eric, but I don't regret a thing. I love him. I gave him a child. Whether he loves me or not doesn't matter—I know he will someday." Regina lifted her chin, her expression victorious. "I insisted on having our daughter. When he was at his lowest, falling apart, I was the one who stayed by his side. He was moved by my devotion, so he agreed to be with me—to give Faye a real family." With a triumphant smile, Regina lifted her daughter, Faye Gray, as if showing off a prize. "How old are you?" Kelly wrote the question down for the child. "Five," Faye answered clearly, already capable of reading and forming thoughts of her own. Kelly stared at Faye numbly. Five years old? That meant Eric had already betrayed her before she even left for Solmaris. His so-called undying love turned out to mean nothing. "This is my home," Kelly gripped the pen tightly and wrote the words down. Regina didn't hesitate to make her stance clear. "I know you and Eric bought this house together, but that doesn't change the reality. Kelly, you need to accept the truth. I'll return the money you put into it, but I'm Eric's wife now. I hope you can understand and step aside." She was pushing Kelly to end the marriage herself. "Eric and I have already packed up your belongings. They're in the basement. If you want them, you'll have to get them from there," Regina added before heading back to her room with Faye. Kelly remained frozen in place, overwhelmed by a dull ache spreading through her chest. The living room had once been decorated with photos of her and Eric, capturing the moments of their younger days. Now, those images had been replaced. The frames displayed photos of Eric with Regina and Faye, accompanied by scattered toys. Eric had always been obsessed with cleanliness, ensuring every corner of the house remained spotless. Yet, now, children's toys and clothes lay strewn across the floor, and he didn't seem to mind. So, he was capable of tolerating the mess after all. Regina had spoken at length, yet Eric hadn't uttered a single word to contradict her. He let her speak on his behalf. "Come in first," Eric murmured, his voice soft, his gaze avoiding Kelly's. Kelly didn't move. Lowering her head, she scribbled on the paper, "No, Eric. I want to go home. If it's not too much trouble, please take me back to Silverglow Bay." That was where her parents lived. Losing her husband was bearable—at least she still had them. Eric's fingers tightened around the doorframe as he hesitated. His head lowered slightly, and his eyes turned red. "Kelly ... I'm sorry." She stood there, frozen, unable to grasp what he meant. The police had seemed reluctant to tell her anything, and Eric had avoided the topic altogether. Now, the truth finally came out. "Your parents ... passed away in the second year after your incident." Eric kept his head bowed, his tears silently falling to the floor. Kelly's world tilted, the room spinning around her. It felt as if something had detonated inside her, tearing her apart from the inside out. Her legs trembled, and she could barely keep herself upright as she hurriedly wrote, "How? What happened?" She couldn't comprehend it. Her parents had been healthy, and she was their only child. They had stable careers as officials and were only a few years away from retirement. How could they be gone? Chapter 4 Mistakened for His Mistress Eric remained quiet for a long time before finally meeting Kelly's gaze. His voice was heavy with sorrow, "After your accident, your parents desperately sought help to save you. They trusted the wrong people and were scammed, losing everything they had. No matter how much I tried to convince them, they wouldn't listen." He paused as if struggling to continue. "That day, the hospital sent me to Stoneville. Before leaving, I visited them. But that night, I got a call. Their house had caught fire. They ... they didn't make it." Though Eric hadn't said it outright, Kelly understood. Her parents had been tricked out of their life savings while trying to save her. In their despair, they chose to end their lives. Her vision blurred, and as an overwhelming sorrow crashed down on her, a strange numbness settled in its place. "Kelly!" A dull thud echoed as she collapsed to the floor, slipping into unconsciousness. "Kelly, come home soon. Your dad is making ribs for you tonight." "Kelly, talk to your mom for me. She's upset again and refuses to share a room with me." "Kelly, my sweet girl ... Live well ... " ... When Kelly finally came to, her breaths were shallow and uneven. She blinked, scanning the room as an unsettling realization sank in—this place, once filled with warmth, now felt foreign and cold. Eric must have been worried about her. Instead of booking a hotel, he let her stay in the guest room. It was already late. From beyond the door, she could hear Eric and Regina arguing. "Why did you let her stay here? Do you still have feelings for her? Eric, I've been with you all these years! "Don't lie to me! You still love her, don't you? You couldn't even bother changing the password! "Fine. If she's so important to you, I'll leave. I'll take Faye with me. She doesn't have to be the one to divorce you—I will. Now that she's back, our marriage doesn't mean anything anymore!" Regina's voice was sharp, deliberately raised so Kelly would hear every word. For five years, Kelly had believed that coming back to Seaville would put an end to her suffering. She thought she still had her parents' love and Eric's devotion. But nothing was the same. Kelly got out of bed, the stifling unfamiliarity pressing down on her. The thought that she and Eric could become strangers had never crossed her mind before. As she stepped out of the room, she nearly bumped into Regina, who was storming off with Faye in her arms. Regina's glare was full of resentment, as though blaming Kelly for simply being alive. "Why did you come back? Everything was fine before! You should've just died out there!" she snapped, losing all restraint. "Regina!" Eric's temper flared. Before he could stop himself, he struck her in front of Faye. Maybe he thought how cruel her words had been. Regina's face twisted in shock. She stared at Eric, disbelief flashing in her eyes before she turned and stormed out. "You hit me for her!" Faye wailed, her sobs piercing the night air. Eric stood frozen, his expression torn between guilt, regret, and unease. By then, the noise had drawn the attention of the neighbors. Some had even pulled out their phones to record. "Regina, you and Eric always get along well with each other. What happened?" one of them asked. Kelly glanced around. When she and Eric had first bought this place, it had been an unfinished pre-sale home. The two of them had worked together to fit out it, carefully picking out every detail, from bare walls to cozy corners. Back then, there weren't many residents in the neighborhood, and she hadn't met most of them. Now, five years later, to those people, Regina was Eric's only and one wife. The realization that someone else had taken over the life she had built was suffocating. "Who is that woman? Is she a mistress?" a neighbor murmured. "You're a witch! Why did you come? Why did you steal Daddy from Mommy? You're ruining everything!" Faye's tearful voice rang out, making the situation even worse. It was obvious an adult had fed her those words. And since even a child was accusing Kelly, the neighbors easily assumed she was the mistress. "Look at her—she's so scrawny! How could she ever compare to Regina? Eric, don't be an idiot and throw away your life over this." "Exactly! It's disgraceful to ruin a family like this. Shameless!" Kelly stood frozen, overwhelmed by shock and helplessness. She turned to Eric, searching for some kind of defense. Ruin the family? Shameless? That had once been my home. Regina was the one who had torn it apart. Both Regina and Faye were using her silence against her, knowing she had no way to fight back. All Kelly could do was hope—hope that Eric would step in and tell the truth. Chapter 5 Another Man Like Her Nightmare But Eric didn't do anything. "This is my home! He's my husband! Your mother is the one who took him from me!" Kelly lost control, grabbing a pen and notebook and furiously scribbling to release her frustration. A five-year-old might not even understand words, but that didn't matter. Even so, Eric quickly positioned himself in front of his wife and daughter, looking at Kelly with pleading eyes. "Kelly, Faye is just a child. Don't let others judge her. Please ... " He was begging her—to spare him some dignity, at least in front of their daughter. Kelly stared at him in disbelief. Was he seriously asking her to take the blame as a mistress so his daughter wouldn't face criticism? If anyone deserved blame, it was Regina. She knew Eric was married and still shamelessly pursued him. Maybe it was the overwhelming despair. Kelly struck Eric hard across the face. Regina wasn't the only one at fault. If Eric had never touched her, none of that would have happened. "You witch! Why did you hit Daddy?" Faye broke free from Regina's grasp and ran toward Kelly, shoving her. Kelly was frail. Five years of suffering had left her almost unrecognizable. The force of a five-year-old was enough to send her stumbling. She hit the ground hard, her elbow scraping against the pavement, blood seeping from the wound. "Kelly!" Eric rushed forward to help her, but she recoiled, avoiding his touch. She looked at him with bitterness, her eyes filled with pain. "Kelly!" Kelly scrambled to her feet, clutching her notebook and pen, and bolted in a panic. That was her home—yet she was being treated like an outcast, like a pest that needed to be driven away. "You shameless homewrecker! How dare you show up here!" "Destroying someone else's family—do you have no shame?" Their harsh words rang in her ears as she fled. Her entire body ached, inside and out. There wasn't a single part of her that didn't feel pain. She ran as fast as she could until her legs could carry her no further. When she finally stopped, breathless and shaking, she raised a trembling hand and slapped herself hard across the face. The sting dulled the chaos in her mind, but it couldn't erase her self-loathing. Why couldn't she speak up? Why did she run away like a coward? That was her home; that was her husband. Why was she the one carrying all the blame? ... Silverglow Bay. It took Kelly an hour of walking before she finally arrived. She stood outside the house where she had spent her childhood, yet now it felt distant—almost foreign. Maybe Eric had lied. Maybe her parents were still here, waiting for her. "Hey, pretty! It's late. Why aren't you in bed?" A voice called out from the roadside. A thug with a cigarette hanging from his lips whistled at her. Silverglow Bay had once been a lively neighborhood. But after most residents left due to a demolition project, it had turned into a haven for drifters and troublemakers. After five years away, Kelly barely recognized the environment. The unfamiliarity made her uneasy. She clutched her wrist tightly and tried to hurry past the group of thugs without drawing attention. "All alone tonight, huh?" One of them—drunk—flicked away his cigarette and grabbed her arm. Kelly had always been striking. Since childhood, her parents had nurtured her talents in music and dance, ensuring she stood out wherever she went. But years of suffering had dulled her glow. In war-ravaged Oasisvale, her beauty had felt more like a curse than a blessing. The thug's touch sent a jolt of fear through her. Before she could stop herself, she lashed out, slapping him across the face. The thug's expression darkened with anger. "You little—" He raised his hand to strike her. Kelly flinched, instinctively dropping to the ground and shielding her head. Her body reacted on its own, instincts taking over as she curled up in defense. But before the strike could reach her, a sudden cry of pain cut through the night, followed by a heavy thud as the thug collapsed to the ground. A figure stood before her, his presence overwhelming. Kelly lifted her head, fear tightening in her chest. The glare of the light obscured his face, but she didn't need to see him—his voice alone sent shivers down her spine. "Get lost!" his deep, commanding tone cut through the air like a blade. The hooded figure loomed over them, his presence radiating an undeniable threat. The thugs didn't want trouble and quickly ran away. "Kelly, even after returning to Drakonia, you're still getting pushed around. What am I supposed to do with you?" his rough voice carried a chilling edge, sending a wave of unease through her. Kelly's knees nearly buckled, and her breath caught in her throat. Shock and fear clouded her wide eyes. It was him—Zev Lockhart. He wasn't dead. Worse, he had tracked them to Drakonia. Zev wasn't just any threat. He was part of a terrorist organization. For Kelly, he was the person she dreaded most. Chapter 6 The Kidnapping Was No Coincidence Zev couldn't be alive. It wasn't possible. Kelly had seen him shot, his body collapsing into a pool of blood when the peacekeeping forces arrived. She could have saved him. She didn't. To her, Zev was nothing more than a criminal, a dangerous member of a terrorist organization. All she had wanted was to get away. So, she had left him behind. From that day forward, the desperate look in his eyes had haunted her dreams. "You can't run from me, Kelly." Zev's voice was low, carrying a quiet menace that sent a chill through her. Something in her snapped. Summoning all the strength she could muster, she turned and bolted toward home. Silverglow Bay was an old residential complex built for officials and their families. It had no elevator, and her apartment was on the third floor. The motion-sensor lights flickered on and off as Kelly sprinted toward her home. At that moment, she forgot her parents were gone. Her instincts told her that home was still the safest place. She pounded on the door, her mouth opening, but no sound came out. She wanted to scream for her parents, but she couldn't. Her aphasia had begun the day she watched a colleague get shot in the head right before her eyes. The merciless terrorists had executed him for attempting to escape. Footsteps echoed on the stairs. Kelly's breath hitched as fear gripped her, but still, no words would come. Dad, Mom ... save me! Kelly screamed in her heart, slamming her fists against the door with desperation. No one responded. Her gaze fell on the charred marks across the doorframe. Reality hit her like a tidal wave—Eric hadn't lied. Her parents were gone. "Go on, Kelly. Shout for help. See if anyone comes to save you," Zev taunted, drawing closer until she was cornered. Terror swallowed her whole. All she wanted was to get away. "If you're scared, just say something ... anything," he pushed, his voice low and insistent. But instead of answering, Kelly bolted toward the corridor window. She would rather die than fall into his hands. Just as she reached it, Zev yanked her back, wrapping his arms tightly around her. His voice sounded a little nervous, "D*mn it ... Kelly! I was wrong! I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to hear you speak ... " He pulled back his hood, hurriedly trying to explain. But Kelly trembled violently, no longer hearing his words. Her mind was fixed on one thought—she had to end her life. Zev's voice rang out, filled with urgency, "Kelly! Lucas didn't just randomly kidnap your medical team—it was planned!" Kelly froze. Her mind, clouded by fear, slowly started piecing things together. She turned toward Zev, her expression full of shock. What is he saying? "Lucas' group was dealing with a massive outbreak of a lung virus. Your team specializes in this field. Someone at your hospital fed him information—" Zev continued. But before he could finish, a voice interrupted him. "Kelly? Are you here?" Eric's worried call echoed from downstairs. Realizing she hadn't gone anywhere else, he had correctly guessed she would be here. Zev's expression darkened. "Kelly, don't trust anyone at your hospital." Then, without another word, he leaped out of the corridor window. Kelly's breath caught. That was the third floor. He was insane. "Kelly!" Eric reached her, panting, and immediately pulled her into a tight embrace. "I'm sorry. Let's go home." But Kelly didn't move. She stood frozen, her head shaking slightly. That place wasn't her home anymore. Seeing her tear-streaked face, Eric felt his heartache and slapped himself hard. "This is all my fault. Kelly, hit me if you want." He struck his face repeatedly. If she didn't stop him, it seemed he would just keep going. She didn't stop him. But she couldn't hold it in any longer—her cries erupted, raw and broken. "Kelly ... " Eric cupped her face, surprised. The fact that she was making any sound at all, even if it was just crying, was a good sign. As a neurosurgeon, Eric had consulted specialists after Kelly's sudden loss of speech. Her silence wasn't just emotional trauma—it was reactive aphasia. "Kelly, I'm sorry," Eric murmured, his arms tightening around her. "You came back so suddenly—I didn't know how to react. Just give me a little time, okay? I'll take care of everything. I won't let anything happen to you again." His voice wavered with emotion, "You mean so much to me." Kelly's sobs grew uncontrollably. Her chest ached, and the world around her blurred as if she could barely breathe. Eric claimed she was important to him. Why did that sound so absurd? "Come home with me, Kelly. We need to talk," his voice was thick with emotion. Maybe he was being sincere. But Kelly didn't want to hear it anymore. Zev's warning echoed in her head, "Don't trust anyone at your hospital." Her team had been kidnapped. She had suffered for five long years. Her parents had died, their grievances unresolved. Everything she had once held dear was gone. And now, she finally understood—the nightmare she had endured hadn't been a coincidence. 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