Confucius Ads Library: Ads

Id	Vlad	Saved	Scrape Time	Status	Scrape Result	Adarchiveid	Title	Body	Cta Type	Link Url	Pageid	Page Name	Page Profile Uri	Page Like Count	Collationcount	Collationid	Enddate	Entitytype	Gatedtype	Hidedatastatus	Isaaaeligible	Isactive	Isprofilepage	Cta Text	Pagename	Ad Creative	Caption	Effective Authorization Category	Display Format	Link Description	Link Url	Creation Time	Page Profile Picture Url	Page Entity Type	Page Is Profile Page	Instagram Actor Name	Instagram Profile Pic Url	Is Reshared	Version	Current Page Name	Startdate	Actions
1,615,605	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	327427276747990	🔞🔞More exciting content in Rosyread	😫😫As a noble lady, she was used as a tool by her husband to save his lover. In desperation, she jumped into the cold river and was able to save her life and her soon-to-be-born child. Years later, she returned gorgeously and looked into the icy eyes. The cold man cornered her, “Tell me, where is the child?” “Dead.” She smiled, “It's a boy, looks like you.” Aaliyah wanted all her despair to be returned to this cold man.😫😫 Chapter 1 Choice, Despair It was July, and it was a hot day in Kanac. However, Aaliyah Pearce felt cold as she stood at the doorway of the study room. Her trembling hands covered her big belly, and her breathing was uncontrollably rapid. The conversation between the two men inside the study room continued. "I didn't expect her condition to worsen under this circumstance either!" The man took a few drags of his cigarette heavily. "How many times do you still need to draw her blood?" "About three times, but merely drawing Aaliyah's blood won't help her anymore. She needs a bone marrow transplant as soon as possible!" As a doctor, Lena Turner was also sorry for him. But she had to force Kingsley Murphy to make a choice for the sake of her patient. "But, if I operate on her, you will definitely lose your baby." "Even if the baby miraculously survives, there's a high chance that the baby will have physical or mental disabilities due to the drugs. Moreover, Aaliyah will be in danger as well, so think carefully." The room fell appallingly quiet. Aaliyah looked nervously at the man through the door crack. She saw how he pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray. He was cold like never before, and he was silent for a moment. "Abort the baby." "Arrange the surgery as soon as possible," he said indifferently. As Aaliyah heard his words, her pupils constricted and her body trembled violently. She could no longer bear to hear what they talked inside next. She turned around and fled to her room. She slammed the door hard which caused a loud noise as she locked the door. She rushed into the bathroom, took off the pajamas she was wearing, and looked at her back through the mirror. Her back, which should be fair and smooth, was full of dense needle holes, and there were bruises around it. It was caused by the lack of pressure after pulling out the needle. "Oh, no..." She covered her mouth in horror and sobbed tremulously. Since she had been pregnant, she had never bathed herself. Her husband always helped her take a shower, and she never bothered to pay attention to her back. Her mind flashed back to his abnormal gentleness to her in these days. 　　　 She suddenly realized that the tenderness that was shown to her was fake. No wonder she always felt tired recently, and always slept heavily at night. It turned out it was because someone came to draw her blood every night after she went to sleep. Now, she discovered that he married her, not because of love. But, he planned to take her blood and then take her life. Aaliyah caressed her nine-month-old belly with strength. Her baby was about to be born soon. She would never allow anyone to hurt her child. When the clock struck in the evening, both of them were gathered at the dinner table. The man was indifferent, but not as cold as he was in the study room. He served her a bowl of soup personally. "You are weak, so drink it." Since she was married to Kingsley for so long, he always had a commanding tone towards her. But she seemed to have forgotten about it since she was used to obeying him. But this time, after he spoke, Aaliyah's hand holding a fork paused in the air. She looked at the man who had been married to her for two years. It had been two years… At that moment, his tenderness was as intoxicating to her as a drug, but it also could be the reason for her life to vanish. He said that the baby should be aborted. Aaliyah got up so violently that the soup was splattered, and the bowl was shattered on the floor. She imagined it as if it was their marriage that had broken. The warm soup stained Kingsley's pants. Kingsley was about to burst into a rage, but he quickly suppressed his temper. He touched her forehead soothingly. "What's wrong? Do you want Lena to come over?" "And let Lena draw my blood?" Both of them fell into dead silence as if a lightning struck between them. Aaliyah bit her lip as she held back the tears in her eyes, and glared resentfully at Kingsley. She was waiting for his explanation. She was dragged to him, the man who always treated her in a roughest way. Kingsley's disguised gentleness had disappeared. "You already knew that?" Suddenly, his hand automatically grabbed her neck and strangled her hard. "Then you should know your situation. There's nothing you can do but to cooperate with us." Truthfully, she never had any right to make her own choice in front of him. The Murphy family was a rich and powerful family with huge business assets and ranked in the top 5 on the wealthiest family list. Kingsley was now the president of all their businesses, and at the top of their family. No one dared to stop him from doing what he wanted to do, and no one could stop him successfully. Aaliyah's tears were out of control when she saw the coldness in the man's eyes. She was having a difficulty in breathing as his grip on her neck got tighter, and her face reddened in pain. Kingsley, seeing her face, let her go as soon as he could and said gloomily, "Since you know all about it, think about what compensation you want and I will satisfy you as much as I can." He drew away without looking back, while she was pushed against the wall and fell to the floor. Compensation? Aaliyah closed her eyes. Is it possible that their marriage was a conspiracy from the very beginning? She shuddered. "Tell me who she is." The one who made him willing to sacrifice his wife and baby. Who is she? What kind of woman could occupy such an important place in his heart? Kingsley stopped in his tracks, not expecting her to ask that question. However, he didn't answer. "The surgery is scheduled in three days, so figure out what you want." Kingsley left without looking back. He would give her anything he could afford. As for what he couldn't give her, like his love, she should never think on it After the door was closed, Aaliyah's eyes opened with despair and sadness. Chapter 2 Mutual Stubbornness Aaliyah packed her things up. As she walked to the door, she took one last look back at the room she had lived in for two years. The room was very cozy, clean, and filled with things he had let someone send over for her. Each of them was extravagant. But now, she found it disgustingly ridiculous to have such things. Rae saw her physically unwieldy and struggling to carry her heavy suitcase down the stairs. That strained appearance of her scared the servant. "Ma'am Aaliyah, what are you doing in the middle of the night? Give it to me!" "You are nine-months pregnant, don't move around. Mr. Kingsley will be worried about you and the baby!" Aaliyah could only give a mocking smile to herself as she heard her words. He wanted to kill her baby with his own hands. He never truly worry about her. She held back her tears, and her hoarse voice was even more pathetic. "Rae, deliver this message to him for me…" Aaliyah took a deep breath and finally added, "I've already emailed him the divorce settlement, and I'm not going to have any surgery." After that, regardless of what Rae said, she walked out the door with her suitcase. Every step of a pregnant woman who was about to give birth and walking around with a suitcase was heartbreaking . Suddenly, the rain started to drop heavily. Aaliyah stood in front of the villa, and was shivering in the cold already. However, she stepped out firmly even though she would be soaked through in the rain. The sound of the emergency brakes sounded, and the wheels splashed water all over Aaliyah's body. A man got out of the car and came to her side respectfully. "Ma'am Aaliyah." It was Robin Porter, one of the assistants around Kingsley. Aaliyah pretended she didn't see him, and walked past Robin as if he didn't exist. Robin stopped her. "Mr. Murphy asked me to take you to the hospital." After he said that, he grabbed her suitcase, and respectfully opened the car door for her. Many women would like to have the honor to sit in Kingsley's car. However, Aaliyah only felt that the car would drive her into hell. She was sure that as soon as she got into that car, she would be sent straight to hell. "I'm not going." "There was a sudden accident at the hospital and the operation had to be carried out ahead of schedule. Mr. Murphy said to bring you there at all costs. Ma'am Aaliyah, please don't make it difficult for me." Robin's tone sounded polite, but there was clearly a threat in his words. The corners of Aaliyah's mouth lifted with a touch of sadness as she realized that she had to go whether she wanted to or not. She was nine months pregnant, and there was no way that she could put up a fight with a strong man like him. The car made its way to the hospital and her voice remained calm. "If I don't go, that woman will die, won't she?" "Yes." "Then let her die." He chose the woman in the end despite knowing that she was pregnant and her child was about to be born. Robin weren't able to retort to her words. Aaliyah took a deep breath, looked out the window at Brimshaw Bridge, and spoke again, "Who is she?" "Sylvia Bell," he simply answered. Aaliyah's eyes widened and she was stunned with the name she heard. Sylvia Bell…How could it be Sylvia? How could she…? Aaliyah suddenly reached out and grabbed the steering wheel hard. Robin's panicked voice came out, "Ma'am Aaliyah, what are you doing? Let it go!" At the moment, Aaliyah couldn't hear anything and she was losing her rationality. She didn't want to extend Sylvia's life in exchange for her child's life. With just one push, the car crashed through the Brimshaw Bridge railings and the car fell straight into the river. The cold water was not letting her breath. Aaliyah had spread her hands and let the water wrap around her as if she was going to die peacefully. She felt an intense pain in her belly as if her baby also knew that they were abandoned and were about to die. The sound of car horns was deafening amid the long convoy of cars, which were blocked by the police cars and ambulances at the end of the bridge. 👉👉More exciting content, click to continue reading.👈👈	INSTALL_MOBILE_APP	http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.y	100344252868372	Kelly White	https://facebook.com/100086485784589	300	1	370,972,131,962,946	2024-04-29 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	1	0	Install Now	Kelly White	120207859111060643	play.google.com	NONE	dco	{{product.description}}	http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.yugong.rosyread	2024-04-29 07:07	https://scontent-mia3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440403507_961961228574215_3031027900429718305_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=7TLA5LeUjJEAb69HTVU&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-1.xx&oh=00_AfCfMc70vhpoDgqxU7Yyh37ehTLQY15DVjYBzf4buvDQyQ&oe=66361217	person_profile	0	Kelly White	https://scontent-mia3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440167563_334891439603239_131794287958420169_n.jpg?_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=whZ_78HIn-sAb5d1AoG&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-2.xx&oh=00_AfBmpmkxQIM99cXgG3G3KN30g8uJHhbc7Diu1KWWzR8iPg&oe=66361EDF	0	3	Kelly White	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,615,712	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	974822306994681	Read More 👉	Calvin is my boyfriend, and we have been together for many years. Although other people in the pack often bully me, if Calvin is around, I can persevere. On that day, Calvin's birthday, I found out that he had an affair with my sister, and I decided to leave the pack. Just as I was about to leave, Alpha King came to our pack, and he captured everyone.<br /> "You want her? She's a human!"<br /> The king released a roar that made every member of the pack flinch and drop their heads lower in submission. With my face only a few inches from the ground, I watched with terror as the king moved away from me and stood before my biggest bully Kate. <br /> The greater distance between us allowed me to see more of him. He was larger than the other Lycans, his body covered in knotted scars that were visible beneath his fur.<br /> His claw was the size of Kate's head as he punched it through her ch#st, ripping her heart out the other side and sending the pack into a flurry of sobs and terrified mumblings for mercy.<br /> "You will do well to teach your pack to respect those above them." The witch's voice called out again, but I was trapped staring at Kate's body as the king pulled his hand out, and it fell to the ground.<br /> I was aware of him walking back to me, but I couldn’t take my eyes away. It was the large hand that grabbed me by my backpack and lifted me off the ground like a doll that brought me back to reality, and I instinctively met the glowing red eyes of the Lycan King.<br /> His deep voice sent a chill through me as he spoke, "Mine."<br /> ---<br /> Janet's P.O.V.<br /> <br /> I felt uneasy as soon as I entered the pack house. The way my pack mates were smirking at me, laughing behind their hands... I knew they were up to something. Their pranks and bullying had been getting worse and more painful each time they managed to get me alone. My bruises still hadn't gone away from the last time.<br /> <br /> My body ached from the beating I had taken two days ago, but I was only a few hours away from it all ending.<br /> <br /> I just needed to get to Calvin before they set their plan into motion.<br /> <br /> Calvin was my boyfriend of four years. He was the only one that cared for me, and the only one I could trust.<br /> <br /> We were high school sweethearts. He was also the next in line to become the Alpha of our pack. That didn't matter to me, but it did matter to the other women in the pack. They hated that he was with me. They felt that they deserved a stronger Luna than I would be, and they all wanted to be his chosen one.<br /> <br /> I hadn't even shifted yet. To them, I was no more than an omega...a runt as they liked to call me, the weakest of the litter.<br /> <br /> It should have happened three years ago when I turned sixteen, but it didn't. Now I was nineteen, the age at which we could recognize our mates as our wolves should have matured by then. Had I shifted, I would have known Calvin was my mate already, but we had to wait the extra two months until today, his nineteenth birthday, for him to recognize me as his mate.<br /> <br /> Calvin didn't care that I hadn't turned. We had been together since before either of us were old enough to shift, and we were both positive that we were mates. He stood by me and protected me from the cruelty of the wolves around us when I failed to shift with the others.<br /> <br /> 'Calvin? Where are you?' I asked through our pack link but received no response.<br /> <br /> "Poor little human, you have a lot of guts to show up here right now. Do you have any idea how happy the pack is? Having you here will just ruin it. This party is for pack wolves only." Kate, my sister's best friend, said as the crowd parted for her, and the music stopped. All of the party guests stopped dancing and talking to watch as the biggest bully in the pack approached me.<br /> <br /> The flashing lights of varying colors continued in the uncomfortable silence.<br /> <br /> I hoped the man of the hour would see the disruption and step forward to my side, but he didn't. As I glanced around at all of the amused faces, he was nowhere to be seen.<br /> <br /> "Calvin invited me. I am in this pack, and I'm allowed to be here." I whispered, but I could feel the heat building in the back of my eyes as they all laughed again. Something was going on, and it was more than just Kate running her big mouth.<br /> <br /> "Even he doesn't want you here." She sneered before smiling at me widely. "See for yourself. Where is Calvin, hm? I think he went up to his room. You should go bring him back down to the party and see what he has to say."<br /> <br /> I held his present against my chest tighter as I narrowed my eyes. She was up to something, but I wanted to get to Calvin more than I wanted to deal with her b##lsh!t.<br /> <br /> As I took a step forward, Kate stepped to the side, and I could feel everyone watching me with amusement as I went up the stairs.<br /> <br /> Calvin's room was at the end of the hall behind double doors, and I rushed toward it. I could hear people coming up the stairs behind me, no doubt being led by Kate, but my salvation was only a few feet away.<br /> <br /> As soon as I got in his room, I could close the door and act as if none of them existed.<br /> <br /> It would just be the two of us.<br /> <br /> There was a stirring in the back of my mind as I wrapped my hand around the cold doorknob. It was a warning, telling me not to go inside. It wanted me to turn around and run, knowing this was a trap. Yet, I turned the knob anyway and pushed the door open.<br /> <br /> The loud moan of the female beneath my boyfriend made me freeze, and I stared wide-eyed at the couple tangled together. <br /> <br /> Calvin thr#st into her quickly, releasing his own groans of pleasure.<br /> <br /> My stomach tied in a knot, and it felt hard to breathe. The small spark of light in my life was extinguished, sending my mind into complete darkness as I processed what I was seeing.<br /> <br /> He lifted his head, meeting my tear-streaked face, but not seeing me as his wolf was in control. His canines extended just before he latched onto her neck, puncturing the skin and marking her as his mate.<br /> <br /> My sister.<br /> <br /> "No," I whispered as my hand covered my mouth. Calvin pulled back snarling at the disruption.<br /> <br /> "I told you he didn't want you," Kate whispered into my ear, and my sister laughed from beneath my boyfriend as she reached up and ran her hand through Calvin's short blonde hair.<br /> <br /> "Would you mind closing the door, Janet?" Kelly asked innocently, but the malicious look in her narrowed eyes showed she was pleased by her victory over me. Not only had she stolen the love of my life, but she was now to be his Luna. "I'm trying to have a private moment with my mate."<br /> <br /> Mate.<br /> <br /> The word seemed so empty now. Calvin had hated Kelly. He had watched how mean she was toward me and resented her. Now, he was baring his teeth at me, defending her.<br /> <br /> "How could you?" I choked out as a sob wracked through my ch#st, and the present in my hold dropped to the floor before me. The sudden and loud noise seemed to snap Calvin back into control, and his eyes returned to their normal brown.<br /> <br /> His jaw dropped open as he glanced from me to my sister with guilt, but he didn't look the least bit regretful. He was happy to have found and marked his mate, he only hated that he had been caught cheating. The torn look on his face only made me angrier as he gasped my name while he pulled out of my sister. She sat up as he climbed to his feet, neither of them ashamed to be seen n@#ed.<br /> <br /> "Janet, I…" He said, stepping forward and causing me to take a step away, only to be pushed back toward him by the crowd of on-lookers.<br /> <br /> I stumbled forward, trying to stay as far away from him as possible.<br /> <br /> The steady stream of tears blurred my vision, and my ch#st hurt as he whispered my name again. "Janet…She’s, my mate." He finally announced, causing the house to cheer in celebration that their future Luna had been claimed.	INSTALL_MOBILE_APP	http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.l	107435068721202	Bookmall	https://facebook.com/100083674764169	211	1	751,045,003,855,479	2024-04-29 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0	Install now	Bookmall	120206569668530590	play.google.com	NONE	video		http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.lycan.fiction	2024-04-29 01:57	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440892830_421074110864063_5680147485323981286_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=T20KREDVV-4Q7kNvgFi39M2&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&oh=00_AfCmAyasBRGNGshLhjNvGrYhwcg6uKVRJGxbqyo7apAusw&oe=66361FD9	person_profile	0	Novelclub	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441054309_1009839890561925_8405974303668789138_n.jpg?_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=roIb_QRgqdgQ7kNvgFegdoL&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&oh=00_AfAjX104QWIOdgjAJ_6PvOtwMPg35JyFzWbjBMbCRJdWag&oe=66361EAE	0	3	Bookmall	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,615,615	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	376266342072963	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"Why are you packing all your things," he hissed, through gritted teeth.<br /> I took a deep breath, with my finger over the button, readying to hit send. I said, "Because I am leaving you."<br /> "No, you are not leaving me," he yelled.<br /> "I saw you earlier, banging another woman, in what should have been our bed. It was what I needed to see that you were a controlling prick our whole relationship. So, yes, I am leaving you," I responded calmly, turning and hitting send.<br /> He growled, "You are not leaving me! I bet you think this because you are cheating on me. Who is he? Show me who you were sending a text too just now."<br /> "I never cheated. You did. You have restricted me, banned me, belittled me, and treated me harshly on countless occasions. My heart is broken. How I could ever love a man like you, I do not know."<br /> _______________<br /> <br /> Eilith's POV-<br /> I am heading home early from my grandparents' house. I decided to visit them, because I wanted to see them. I do not see them as much as I would like too, since I finished University and started making my way in the world. You see, I have lived with my grandparents since I was five years old, because my parents sadly died in a car accident, I don't know much else than that. There was no other family, and my grandparents fought to keep me with them.<br /> My parents left a will, but never changed the will to say who would take me in if they both died, so I would have automatically been taken under the care of county, until they could confirm whether my grandparents could take me in.<br /> I remember very little of my parents, but my grandparents kept their memory alive. From the day I started Secondary School, albeit a private Secondary School, my grandparents told me to use my mother's maiden, to hide who I was. They would go by my mother's maiden name when going to certain places and meeting my friend and their parents. They didn't do in the private Primary school I was in when my parents died, because it would be too much, and I would not likely understand fully why it had to be that way. It was and still is the way things had to be, because of who my grandparents are and who my father was.<br /> My father was the heir to a very powerful business. He had been running it for ten years before he died, but after he passed, my grandparents made the difficult decision of selling the business to the highest bidder. My grandparents focused on investing after that to maintain their wealth.<br /> My family is one of the very wealthy families in the United Kingdom. As the sole heiress to the wealth, my grandparents did not want me to have friends or boyfriends who just wanted me for my money, so I told everyone my name was Eilith Smith, not Eilith Clarke, which is my actual name. I have only told Kelly Roberts, my best friend, because she was a rich girl too, and has been my closest and dearest friend since we were eight years old. I really would not know what I would do without her, she has been there for me through so much.<br /> I had told my boyfriend, Dylan Harrison, that I would be out for most of the day and will not likely be home till the evening. In a note on his bedside, next to his phone, because he was still asleep, as I had woken up very early. I wanted to get to my grandparents before the morning traffic rush. But when I got there, my grandparents were going to visit a friend of theirs for and early dinner, so I had to leave far earlier than expected.<br /> When I usually visit them, I spend all day, sometimes into the next day with them, because they raised me and it is nice to be able to help them out around their home and visit my horse, which they keep at their home, in the stables on their land. When they were ready to leave to go have dinner, that was when I left to go home. I didn't mention to my boyfriend that I was on the way home. I was thinking I would surprise him.<br /> I returned home, thinking I would be able to have a nice relaxing bath, and then maybe plan a nice romantic dinner for myself and Dylan, if he is home from the football match early enough. It wasn't something we often did at home. I thought it would be a nice change. I love to cook, but he prefers to eat out at lavish places. He is the type to love to flaunt his wealth. Those plans were soon dashed...<br /> I entered my flat quietly, just in case Dylan was still asleep, which is how I left him this morning when I left to visit my grandparents. What I saw in front of me stopped me in my tracks. My mind went blank. In that moment, I almost forgot to breathe.<br /> I somehow managed to get the front door closed behind me quietly. When I turned around, I focused more on what was going one even though I was already beginning to understand what was going on, and honestly it didn't feel real. It didn't feel like it was happening to me.<br /> A cooked breakfast that had been made and eaten by two was left on my dining table. Romantic music played on the radio. I couldn't quite hear it; I think because this whole thing felt like an out of body experience. I could not believe my eyes; Dylan had never once done anything like this for me. He would never cook for me, I think he even joked that it was a woman's job once, but he was drunk and with friends, so I never took it to heart. Yet he would do it for a woman, who was not his girlfriend.<br /> I felt pain in my chest, that spread up my throat choking me. I knew I would not be able to say anything to him, but I had to know, was he really cheating on me?<br /> I quietly walked further into my flat, towards my bedroom, almost tripping over his shirt that lay discarded on the floor. It was not the only article of clothing strewn across the floor. There was some woman's clothing on the floor too. Judging by the size the woman had to be a supermodel or something. The clothing was so small. It had to be the smallest size you could get here in the UK for women.<br /> I suddenly felt so insecure, because that size of clothing would never fit me now, it did when I was in my late teens, but not now.<br /> I arrived at my bedroom, but I made sure to remain hidden out of sight. Thankfully the door was open a little bit, so I could see everything. I could hear his distinct grunts and moans, as well as the moans of another woman.<br /> I peered through the small crack in the door and saw him having intercourse with another woman in my bed. His back was to me, so he didn't notice that I had seen what he was doing. The woman looked like a supermodel to me, but I really couldn't see her very well, except for a little bit of her blonde hair that was spread across the sheets. I didn't know her, but a hatred grew in my heart almost straight away for her.<br /> I could feel my eyes well with tears, as my hand covered my mouth. I could not stay here any longer, my voice was all but gone. I couldn't stay there to speak with him, let alone look at him right now. Not to mention, I know he has a temper when someone confronts him, it has happened before when we were out, but it has never been aimed at me before. Something I was always scared of happening. How could he do this to me, after everything I had done for him? How could he cheat on me after all these years? Has he been cheating on me this whole time? Could I really forgive him if he made promises? I just needed to get out of here for now.<br /> So, I left, as quietly and quickly as I could. I didn't want him to know that I had seen him, because I could not deal with the confrontation right now, and his excuses and temper.<br /> Eilith's POV-<br /> My best friend, Kelly, had a little while before she started work at the restaurant, she was a manager at. She has dreams of starting her own restaurant chain and wanted to get experience working the lower levels in the restaurant beforehand. I jumped into my car, and headed to the restaurant she works at. I texted her to tell her I was on my way to her, before I left.<br /> It only took me twenty minutes to get to her. She was waiting outside when I pulled the car into the car park. She rushed over and jumped into the passenger's seat of my car. She looked at my concerned, and asked, "What is wrong? You have me worried."<br /> "I... I found... Dylan cheating on me," I choked.<br /> "I am not surprised. I have told you many times, he is not worthy of you. Think about your entire relationship. I have known you far longer than Dylan has known you. You were always so confident and free. You wore what you want, when you wanted. Red is your favourite colour, and you have stopped wearing anything red, because he didn't like you wearing red. You told me it made him mad if you wore red. You stopped eating pasta, one of your favourite things to eat, because he said you would get fat. He told you to stop hanging around with my brother, who treats you like a sister. I bet he gets mad if he finds out you were with me and my brother. That is controlling behaviour, a major red flag. If you stay with him, he will just keep cheating on you, and this controlling behaviour will just get worse, until you are isolated from your friends and family, and that is when he will start physically abusing you. Eilith, please, you must leave him now," she said.<br /> I sat in the driver's seat of my car, thinking about what she said, and as I thought, I couldn't hold back the tears I felt any more. I wasted four years of my life with this man. I had met his entire family, and they all loved me, according to him. It did make me very happy, because honestly his grandparents were lovely, his father was kind, but his uncle was always so charming, and is a very good-looking man, even though I rarely saw him. I had specifically gone to speak with my grandparents today to get their blessing on telling this man my real name and introducing him to them properly. Thankfully, I did not get the chance to speak with them about it. Kelly wrapped her arms around me, as she whispered, "It is okay. You will make it through this and be stronger for it. You will find someone far better and more deserving of your love and kindness."<br /> "Was he really that bad? I can't believe I let him do that to me, to do everything that he did to me," I whimpered.<br /> I was glad she didn't ask what he did to me, because I wasn't ready to talk about it. She rubbed my back, and said, "It is okay. One day soon we will sit down and have a long hard talk about everything that he did. Maybe it will be best if you go to therapy too. But I will not leave your side. I will stand by you through this whole ordeal, I promise."<br /> "How am I going to make it without you? You're leaving to move to London in a few days," I whispered, in between my sobs.<br /> "Come with us. Josh and I have brought a three-bed house in London. Josh won't mind you moving into the spare bedroom, until you get back on your feet. He will understand. He sees you as a little sister," Kelly suggested.<br /> Josh is Kelly's older brother. He really did see me as his little sister, just like I see him as my brother. I looked at her, a little shocked about that idea. I whispered, "But, I have nothing packed, and he is at home."<br /> She nodded, pausing and thinking about what I could do to deal with this situation. I too, was thinking, because I didn't want things to turn out like this. Dylan was very scary when he was mad. In those moments, I believed that he could hit me, even though he never got angry at me. She cleared her throat, and said, "I am only doing a four-hour shift, to cover the time the other manager can't be in due to childcare. When she gets here, I will have Josh pick me up and come straight over to help you. Once you know he is out of your flat, go there and pack everything up that you can, as quickly as you can, and leave. Get it done before he gets home. If he does get home, before Josh and I get there, send me our code word. So, I know you are in danger, and need help I will call the police."<br /> We have had a code word, for a great many years. It was more to ensure our safety while we were out at night. We knew the other would need help if we received HOD by text. It stands for House of Dead, an arcade game that we both loved to play with Kelly's brother. It was short simple and to the point. Plus, three letters that meant something to the both of us makes a great code word.<br /> "But what if he tries to hurt you or Josh," I said.<br /> "Do you know why he hates Josh," she responded.<br /> I shook my head, and asked, "Why?"<br /> "Do you remember that day when we were looking at dresses online, before we went shopping. According to Josh, when I said you would look drop dead gorgeous in that red dress you were looking at, Dylan looked at it, and muttered some vile things about you. Josh heard that, when they were alone, Josh laid into him. Dylan tried to get in Josh's face, Josh didn't flinch instead he just smirked. Dylan backed down," she explained.<br /> Josh was different from Dylan, physically. Josh is taller and has broader shoulders and is more muscular compared to Dylan. Josh is a gym rat. He loves working out and using weights. Dylan, on the other hand, rarely goes to the gym, but is well toned and skinny. Dylan wouldn't stand against Josh in a fight, not only due to their difference physically, but because Josh is training to be a boxer for the Olympics. I have seen him knock a man out with a single punch. So, he is a strong man. The perfect kind of older brother you want.<br /> "So, that is why he didn't want me to be around Josh," I said.<br /> She nodded, "Josh made him feel emasculated. He is toxic, so you need to leave him. I will call Josh and tell him to be ready and get here to pick me up early, in the hopes that I may be able to leave earlier. I must go. Josh and I will be on our way to help you as soon as we can. Stay safe."<br /> I nodded, "Thank you, Kelly."<br /> "Be careful and send me text updates. Please make sure that if he comes back, you send me that code word," she said, as she began climbing out of my car.<br /> I nodded, "I promise."<br /> I watched as she called Josh and headed inside the restaurant to start her shift. I looked down as my phone, and realised I had a text from Dylan.<br /> Dylan: "Hey babe, I hope you are having fun with your grandparents. I won't be in when you come home. I am going to watch the football match with the boys. I will be back later tonight. Make yourself dinner. Xx"<br /> I stared down at the text. The football match he was talking about was in two hours, so he would leave the home in thirty minutes to meet with his friends, so he can head to the match with them. I had to reply but keep it as normal as possible to my usual texts, and honestly that was the frightening thing. One mistake and this could go wrong.<br /> Me: "I am just about to leave my grandparents. I will be about an hour, maybe a little longer, as there is some road works near my grandparents' home. Have fun at the football match. Text me when you are on your way home. Xx"<br /> He read the text message and replied with a simple okay. As it would only take me twenty minutes to get home, I decided to wait forty minutes, in that car park. I wrote a little list of things I would need to make sure I pack. I texted Kelly and let her know what I was doing. I figured that I would start looking for a new job in London. I also contacted my boss and explained the situation. Normally, I would have to give a one-week notice, but he told me I had unused holiday, so I could use that as my one week notice period, and just not return after my holiday. I also sent my CV to a few reparable companies based in London. The forty minutes were up, so I started my car, and drove back to my flat, to pack and leave it and him behind.<br /> Eilith's POV-<br /> I arrived home, after seeing Kelly. When I go there, my flat was empty, Dylan was gone, and the bed had been made. A wave of anger crashed over me, here he was trying to hide what I already knew. I was seeing everything he said to me as a lie. The anger that I felt, fuelled me with determination. A determination that will give me the strength I need to do this, to leave him. I was frightened he would come back and see me trying to leave. I had two hours before Kelly and Josh would be here to help me. I just had to get as much as I could packed before then, and hope that Dylan stays away until after they get here. Kelly texted me and asked if I was home, so I text back that I was indeed home and Dylan was out.<br /> I knew I had to start packing everything that I had to take. I pulled out my list and got to work. I headed to the safe, I kept hidden in the bedroom. I unlocked it, and took out my passport, my mother's jewellery box, and the folder I kept important letters and documents in. I shoved them in my handbag, which thankfully was large enough to hold all of it. I grabbed my suitcases out of my wardrobe. I had two sizes a large one and a cabin one. I opened both, leaving them on the floor. I quickly yanked some of my clothing off the hangers and threw them in the suitcase. I emptied my drawers of clothing and just threw them in my suitcase. I chucked in my favourite pairs of shoes. I grabbed my electronics that I wanted to take. Though I could buy replacement electronics, and I probably will once I get settled in, I need to be able to keep a line of communication open with my grandparents and so I can get a new job in London. I grabbed whatever else I could.<br /> I looked at the time and saw a text from Kelly. She had managed to leave work an hour early, and Josh had picked her up. They were on their way to me. I suddenly had this feeling like someone was behind me. I typed HOD into a text before I turned around. Dylan was standing in the doorway to what was our bedroom. He had his hands clenched into fists by his legs. A rage in his eyes that I have never seen before, far worse than all the other times he was angry.<br /> "Why are you packing all your things," he hissed, through gritted teeth.<br /> I took a deep breath, with my finger over the button, readying to hit send. I said, "Because I am leaving you."<br /> "No, you are not leaving me," he yelled.<br /> "I saw you earlier, banging another woman, in what should have been our bed. It was what I needed to see that you were a controlling prick our whole relationship. So, yes, I am leaving you," I responded calmly, turning and hitting send.<br /> His heavy footsteps thunder towards me, making the floor of our flat shake. His hand tangled into my hair, and yanked my head back, before snatching my phone from my hand. Thankfully, I locked it before he could read my texts. He growled, "You are not leaving me! I bet you think this because you are cheating on me. Who is he? Show me who you were sending a text too just now."<br /> "Get off of me," I yelled, trying to push him away from me.<br /> "Who is he," spitting as he shouted, pulling my hair harder.<br /> I pushed him away from me. It surprised him enough to let go of my hair and to stumble backwards away from me, I screamed, "I never cheated. You did. You have restricted me, banned me, belittled me, and treated me harshly on countless occasions. My heart is broken. How I could ever love a man like you, I do not know."<br /> Tears welled in my eyes, so I turned around and began to zip up my suitcases. I didn't want to see his reaction to what I said, I couldn't deal with him if he started crying. I really might faulter if that happens. That was when I felt something hard hit the back of my head. My head began to pound and ache. I gripped where he hit me on my head with my hand and turned to look at Dylan. But before I could say anything, he raised his fist and slammed it into my face. The blow was hard enough, to knock me backwards into the bedside cabinet. I hit my head on the corner of the bedside cabinet, before hitting the floor. I could feel a wet hot liquid slide across my face. I touched it and looked at my hand. It was blood. I was bleeding from my head. I gripped my head and began to curl up into the fetal position. Before I could curl up, Dylan kicked me in the stomach and ribs, not just once, but many times. I lost count how many times he kicked me. I felt something crack in my rib cage. I tried my best to use my arms to protect my body and head, but there was only so much I could do, while in so much pain. The pain was excruciating. All I could do was cry and whimper the pain made it too hard to move. He grabbed my hair on the back of my head, tearing some hair from my head, and snarled, "If you hadn't threatened to leave, then none of this would have happened. Do you want to know why I sleep with other girls, because after all the times we have intercourse, you were never ready for what I needed to be full satisfied. But now you are going to find out. Remember this is all your fault."<br /> He slammed my head into the ground. The impact made my head heavy and made it hard for me to keep myself conscious. My ears were now ringing from the impact. It was because of that, that I did not hear what he was doing. The ringing subsided, only for me to hear a massive crack, and a shocking sting across my back, which made me cry out. I managed to look up and see that he was holding a whip. He hit me with a whip. I was now seeing a completely different side to him, a side that would have made me run for the hills years ago. How did I not see this side to him?<br /> "This is what I like," he growled, lust evident in his voice.<br /> I tried my best to move, to get away. But I was in so much pain. The sound of the crack of the whip came again, just before the impact on my back. I screamed out. This time it was even more painful. The taste of blood filled my mouth, as I felt a trickle of blood pooling on my back. Tears were streaming down my face. I was trying to prepare myself for another blow. But that was when I heard the sirens. In that moment, I had never felt so happy to hear sirens before. Dylan dropped the whip, and muttered, "Gosh."<br /> That was when he bolted out of the door. I breathed a sigh of relief, even though my chest hurt so much. Pain was all over my body. My head and back were the most painful. With my head hurt, it was getting harder for me to stay awake my consciousness was wavering. My eyes closing slowly, the pain becoming unbearable.	LEARN_MORE	https://c.read4funs.com/ad/aXJvbWFuY2UvMTYxNzU5LzI	188358004362292	ForFun-123	https://facebook.com/61554441015403	8	1	2,170,601,493,302,009	2024-04-29 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0	Learn more	ForFun-123	120209901029860732	c.read4funs.com	NONE	video		https://c.read4funs.com/ad/aXJvbWFuY2UvMTYxNzU5LzIwMjQwNDI1MTExMDE0L3BhZ2U=?adid={{ad.id}}	2024-04-24 22:18	https://scontent-mia3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438668980_1584416882380847_5169475316564507258_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=HIZKlfLhWA8Ab5_CNEw&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-2.xx&oh=00_AfD8ljacVmQjSf5M1cQM572klHFrlFxQu23mxCQPKe2jeg&oe=6635F720	person_profile	0	ForFun-123	https://scontent-mia3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438706674_3727146410896835_3168940171638847333_n.jpg?_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=C5ttI4mo5t4Ab4Z8u41&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-2.xx&oh=00_AfApI80ak3guRF6UAKlHo9i1crOGftQtXV1UGmWK8ZkIzQ&oe=66360E9E	0	3	ForFun-123	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,615,678	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	469537658970940	🔞🔞He said, 'Are you sure you want to do this? Because once I enter your body, you'll officially belong to me.'"🔞🔞	🔞🔞"The plane crashed, and I found myself stranded on a deserted island with a billionaire. It felt like a romantic encounter. He said, 'Are you sure you want to do this? Because once I enter your body, you'll officially belong to me.'"🔞🔞<br /> <br /> Chapter 1 Accidentally Provoking The Cold And Distant CEO <br /> <br /> Up in the sky.<br /> <br /> An aircraft glided over layers of puffy clouds, and soared in the azure sky.<br /> <br /> In half an hour, Zoe Ball will return to Gallino, the city where she had lived for twenty-two years.<br /> <br /> She didn't inform anyone about her return. <br /> <br /> She didn’t want to bother her family to make them rush to pick her up in the middle of the night. What’s more, she wanted to surprise Darius Saunders.<br /> <br /> Darius was her boyfriend, and tomorrow was his birthday. After staying for five years in love, and three years in a long distance relationship, Zoe counted, their relationship had been on for eight years.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, the plane jolted violently, followed by an ear piercing explosion. The items on the table scattered and rolled to the floor, making the passengers on board scream out in panic. <br /> <br /> [What's going on?]<br /> <br /> [What wrong with the plane?]<br /> <br /> [Did it hit something?]<br /> <br /> Not waiting for them to calm down, there were a few more piercing noises that were heard. Several large holes were blown out on the plane, with flames blazing brightly. The wind was blowing in, and the passengers screamed unceasingly. <br /> <br /> [Oh my God, what's going on?]<br /> <br /> [Did something happen to the plane?]<br /> <br /> [OMG, I never want to travel by plane again.]<br /> <br /> [God bless!]<br /> <br /> [Daddy, I'm scared.]<br /> <br /> The entire cabin was in chaos. Paper flew, luggage dumped on the ground, with an endless sound of things falling and people panicking. <br /> <br /> Zoe was stunned. Was there anything indeed going wrong?<br /> <br /> She had experienced a lot, but at this time, her heart still swept through a trace of panic.<br /> <br /> Because she was worried about not seeing Darius.<br /> <br /> "Passengers on board, please pay attention. Due to external factors, this aircraft is out of control. Please put on your parachute and escape at the designated escape port. This aircraft will crash in ten minutes, so all passengers don’t panic and maintain order…" The captain announced. <br /> <br /> The in-flight broadcast repeated those words, and Zoe thought that she was really screwed this time.<br /> <br /> According to the authoritative data, there had only been one air crash in 1.2 million flights, so she never thought that the probability of that would happen on her flight. <br /> <br /> Many passengers who had unfastened their seat belts rolled from side to side due to the turbulence. Uncontrollable screams rang from them, filling the entire flight.<br /> <br /> The plane reeled in every direction, and flew chaotically in the air for about two minutes. Some of the passengers even cried out as they couldn't take it anymore!<br /> <br /> Zoe thought that she couldn't just sit around and do nothing, waiting for herself to die. <br /> <br /> Ordinary passenger aircrafts were not usually equipped with escape tools, but this luxury aircraft Zoe traveled in was different.<br /> <br /> Before boarding the plane, Zoe had watched the crew practice parachute-donning methods, and the promotional video also introduced it. At this point, she put on the parachute quickly without panic. Then, she walked to the escape port, ready to leap off.<br /> <br /> The wind howled and her thin body swayed.<br /> <br /> Zoe had been afraid of heights since her childhood, but at this moment, she knew that if she didn’t jump, she won't have a chance to meet Darius again.<br /> <br /> Just then, someone pulled her slender wrist, and the shadow of a tall figure covered her. Before Zoe could react, the man's glittering eyes were staring at her.<br /> <br /> "Sir, what do you want to do?" Zoe asked. <br /> <br /> Zoe didn't expect to be accosted by a stranger in the nick of time.<br /> <br /> Although she was naturally beautiful and there were countless men pursuing her, at that critical moment, wasn't it more important to escape?<br /> <br /> "I need to share a parachute with you." The man's voice sounded dulcet.<br /> <br /> Zoe had never heard such a unique and handsome voice in her life. Even though she grew up in the upper class, and had met many men with handsome voices, she had heard that kind of chilly, low, and magnetic voice for the first time.<br /> <br /> Chapter 2 He Suddenly Kissed Her <br /> <br /> The man had deep eyes, a tall nose, thin lips, and angular jawline. <br /> <br /> Apart from his voice, his appearance was eye-catching.<br /> <br /> Although Zoe grew up elegant and beautiful, her boyfriend, Darius, was also outstandingly handsome. It was the first time she had ever seen such an unparalleled handsomeness in her life.<br /> <br /> The man's strong aura engulfed her, instantly making the air around thinner. <br /> <br /> Zoe did not know how to respond at this moment.<br /> <br /> Sharing a parachute with him was certainly playing a joke on life!<br /> <br /> But without waiting for her to refuse, the man had already leaned over, and his voice carried a compelling magnetism. <br /> <br /> "Excuse me," he said. <br /> <br /> Before she could react, the man had already unbuckled her seat belt and put the parachute on himself.<br /> <br /> Who did he think he was?<br /> <br /> Did he think he could do whatever he wanted just because he's good-looking?<br /> <br /> Every seat was equipped with a parachute, so why did he have to use hers?<br /> <br /> "Sir..." Zoe muttered. Just as Zoe was about to argue with him, the man suddenly kissed her on her lips, and his tall figure pressed her to the hatch in a rapt kiss.<br /> <br /> After eight years with Darius, Zoe had yet to give him her first kiss. But the man in front of her, whom she had met the first time, had inexplicably snatched it in advance.<br /> <br /> The alluring scent of his body oozed. It was fresh, light, reminiscent of the freezing breeze in winter. Despite stinging cold, it had a refreshing effect on the brain.<br /> <br /> Zoe was stunned for a while before she realized that he was kissing her. <br /> <br /> Even if he was outstanding, he couldn't do such a thing to her in a public place!<br /> <br /> Zoe was furious and was about to raise her hand and slap him on his face, when several tall men approached. They were sweeping around a few times and discussing in a low voice…<br /> <br /> [He's not here.]<br /> <br /> [Without a parachute, he must not dare to jump off rashly, not to mention that he is seriously injured.]<br /> <br /> [He must be hiding in the crowd, let's keep looking!]<br /> <br /> Seeing them search for a while and leaving in a rage, Zoe felt a little panic. <br /> <br /> Obviously, they were not good people. <br /> <br /> “Wasn’t it more important to escape and save themselves at that moment?”she thought to herself.<br /> <br /> At that point, another group of women came over. Each of them were dressed ably and looked strictly meticulous, reminiscent of female secret agents in the movies.<br /> <br /> Zoe noticed that they put one hand in their clothes and the other hand pressing on the outside. Looking at that posture, she couldn’t help but wonder if there was a gun.<br /> <br /> Zoe was stunned.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, they ruthlessly gazed at her, as if they were using a laser, sweeping straight towards her. <br /> <br /> Zoe was shocked. Damn it, was she being targeted?<br /> <br /> One of the women glanced at her, then at the back of the man who was kissing her. The woman’s eyes no longer lingered on them as she continued to look for other targets. <br /> <br /> For them, they were a couple facing the prospect of parting forever, making a final kiss before jumping out of the plane, and were posing no threat to them.<br /> <br /> The man's back was blocked by the parachute, just enough to conceal his figure.<br /> <br /> [He should be hiding somewhere else.]<br /> <br /> [If we miss again this time, the boss will never let us go.]<br /> <br /> [Looks like we'll have to step up and not let Napoli's people find him first.]<br /> <br /> [Let's go!]<br /> <br /> Zoe listened to their conversation and couldn't help but think that the passengers on the plane were too weird. The group of mafia-like men were looking for someone. Those "female agents" were also looking for something, and that indiscriminate man in front of her was taking advantage of her.<br /> <br /> Damn it!<br /> <br /> To think that the man was still kissing her, Zoe folded her knee and kicked the man hard.<br /> <br /> Chapter 3 Parachute Jumping In Each Other's Arms<br /> <br /> However, as if he had expected what she was going to do, the man reached out and blocked her attack.<br /> <br /> The man had done too much.<br /> <br /> Zoe was so angry that she reached out and tried to push him away, not expecting him to hold her hands. He pressed against the hatch with her fingers clasped together in his.<br /> <br /> Zoe's eyes were full of protest. <br /> <br /> “Who are you? Get off me! It's about to crash! Do you hear me?”<br /> <br /> Once again, the man pressed her hard against the hatch and kissed her with more force and passion.<br /> <br /> One of the "female agents" who had just turned to leave, suddenly stood still and looked back at Zoe.<br /> <br /> "Boss, what's wrong?" Another agent asked her.<br /> <br /> "We don't have much time, those Napoli's-like people are close to finding him. We need to get out of here," the other agent added. <br /> <br /> "What are you looking at?" she asked. <br /> <br /> Most of the agents followed their boss' gaze which were directed toward Zoe. That was when Zoe realized that those women’s eyes were not on her. Rather, it was more directed at the man who was kissing her.<br /> <br /> She must have made too many movements and attracted their attention. <br /> <br /> While all that was going on, their "boss" had already taken out a pistol from her coat, and started pulling the trigger.<br /> <br /> The man had a sensitive hearing, and just as he heard the sound of the trigger, he threw a guest blanket at them with his backhand.<br /> <br /> A few of the women’s sights were blocked by the blanket, and by the time they were done setting it aside, the man had already leapt down with Zoe in his arms. He was so fast that they staggered!<br /> <br /> The parachute blossomed in the air, and they floated in the air at once, pulled away a modest distance from the plane.<br /> <br /> [Boss, it's him! He got away!]<br /> <br /> [Shoot him!]<br /> <br /> The sound of thumping gunfire echoed in the air.<br /> <br /> The parachute floated farther and farther, so the bullets were useless. The woman called as the boss reluctantly ordered, "After them."<br /> <br /> Several people quickly put on their parachutes and leaped down.<br /> <br /> Zoe could not have imagined that she would somehow be involved in that kind of chaos. Who was that man in front of her and why was he being hunted by different gangs?<br /> <br /> Holding the man's neck in an extremely tight grip, Zoe almost hung her entire body on him.<br /> <br /> The group of fierce men, and the meticulous "female agents"... Why were they after that man? What exactly was his identity?<br /> <br /> Zoe understood that she was in big trouble. <br /> <br /> Just as she wanted to question the man, she saw that his eyes gradually closed, the hand holding her waist weakly loosened, and he passed out. <br /> <br /> "Hey! Don't sleep… wake up." Zoe said urgently. She was scared to death and hugged him even tighter. <br /> <br /> They were in the mid-air. Her life would be in danger if she didn’t hold on.<br /> <br /> "Are you passed out? Our parachute seems broken." Zoe said. <br /> <br /> Those shots earlier seemed to have broken her parachute. <br /> <br /> The man was unconscious and couldn't hear her.<br /> <br /> Zoe looked up and saw a few holes on the parachute as they were rapidly descending.<br /> <br /> "Oh my God! Oh my God, I'm not going to fall off here, right?” Zoe prayed.<br /> <br /> Below them was the vast sea. Zoe wished the parachute could hold on a little longer. <br /> <br /> She did not want to die so soon, nor die in such a desolate place, and a ridiculous way. That was not what she wanted. <br /> <br /> However, the parachute was sparsely descending at a very fast speed.<br /> <br /> In her 25 years of life, Zoe had never found herself so unlucky! Everything that happened to her today made everything worse for her.<br /> <br /> Without much time for her to think, they both fell heavily into the sea with a thud, and made a huge splash.	DOWNLOAD	https://www.rosymance.com/landingpage-new.html?pix	100344252868372	Kelly White	https://facebook.com/100086485784589	300	3	405,734,378,910,719	2024-04-29 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0	Download	Kelly White	120208487492360156	www.rosymance.com	NONE	video		https://www.rosymance.com/landingpage-new.html?pixel_id=713027707555740&page_no=ff8080818f27d9a2018f28a9f0620161&language=en_us&type=2&ad_id={{ad.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&campaign_name={{campaign.name}}	2024-04-29 02:06	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440114434_452856597116794_6281316880609355380_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=lJK6Whv99_oQ7kNvgHX_svN&_nc_oc=AdjIVRrV-Nc9HQ_tOuEj9BlEFO5uEMe1QLJEFlFdnExRbVu1PKtqvOu1wDN3a3FI36I&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AfByHgFMBu7zAwwFQV0DqPKVhmRhlumsH4zlT18CAWWILQ&oe=6635F430	person_profile	0	Kelly White	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/439651847_814118183955231_9165659666765944543_n.jpg?_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=RoXZeAs4DzgQ7kNvgGILLcB&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&oh=00_AfC8KDU0B1q0XldHLFK-3ilYFQrhXsWWgwjKYV8pZqz61w&oe=6635F398	0	3	Kelly White	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,615,806	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	457345336711490					100197099395690	Jackie Lindy	https://facebook.com/jackie.mcnairwilson	432	1	447,636,317,841,015	2024-04-29 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0		Jackie Lindy	6563403946826		NONE	video			2024-04-29 10:42	https://scontent-dfw5-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440970567_2124400247910302_4514157374870799318_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=VQuUDuYZMDYAb5gzbBV&_nc_ht=scontent-dfw5-1.xx&oh=00_AfCQfj7RZSEqgPKjp-eh0CXv3v1H_4QJyBhkUaAZBUW_Vg&oe=663624BF	person_profile	0	Jackie Lindy	https://scontent-dfw5-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440953564_1885484351967677_4470366957566714871_n.jpg?_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=tvVaw0H2aioAb7TPQKZ&_nc_ht=scontent-dfw5-1.xx&oh=00_AfBtdXOxJXJQw_Jw69Vha97NIFggNrfkPom9aM-w6qadhQ&oe=6636114C	0	3	Jackie Lindy	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,615,928	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	326162110489157	Oak Full-sized bookcase headboard	Toddler 3T - Nike short/tee outfit- excellent brand new like condition - $20.00<br /> <br /> Worn once! Excellent brand new like condition! <br /> <br /> Toddler 3T <br /> <br /> Gray Nike heart tee with light pink mesh shorts<br /> <br /> Super cute!<br /> Facebook Marketplace	BUY_NOW	https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/764218447252	605636206760475	Kelly Serrianne	/marketplace/?seller_profile=142800042	0	0	1,642,431,893,251,331	2024-04-29 02:00	regular_page	eligible	NONE	0	1	1	Buy now	Kelly Serrianne	6541473353642		NONE	image		https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/7642184472524613/	2024-04-29 09:53		regular_page	1	Kelly Serrianne	https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440756142_355902440818544_1545664022258927283_n.jpg?_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=NzXQ89zin5gAb6bY1_9&_nc_ht=scontent-atl3-1.xx&oh=00_AfCSz5St4KyzZ_XtUV-cAv4lUE9aVUzJyMG2OQI45JMfGw&oe=6635F6A9	1	3	Kelly Serrianne	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,615,936	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	358613243889863	Dark green Swiss dot blouse! Size large! Lined- high quality!	Toddler 3T - Nike short/tee outfit- excellent brand new like condition - $20.00<br /> <br /> Worn once! Excellent brand new like condition! <br /> <br /> Toddler 3T <br /> <br /> Gray Nike heart tee with light pink mesh shorts<br /> <br /> Super cute!<br /> Facebook Marketplace	BUY_NOW	https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/252866021942	605636206760475	Kelly Serrianne	/marketplace/?seller_profile=142800042	0	0	1,642,431,893,251,331	2024-04-29 02:00	regular_page	eligible	NONE	0	1	1	Buy now	Kelly Serrianne	6541473278842		NONE	image		https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/25286602194287743/	2024-04-29 09:53		regular_page	1	Kelly Serrianne	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440244198_1113922806390747_4746221885596061651_n.jpg?_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=j4NhVo0pu_8Q7kNvgEzTQ4U&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AfADIqhYMdeVdZToWeVwmp9Qd4S7EHTup9ibJJm0DjvNpA&oe=66361B45	1	3	Kelly Serrianne	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,615,939	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	967793677814709	Gold plated-nickle free necklace/earring set! Black pendant	Toddler 3T - Nike short/tee outfit- excellent brand new like condition - $20.00<br /> <br /> Worn once! Excellent brand new like condition! <br /> <br /> Toddler 3T <br /> <br /> Gray Nike heart tee with light pink mesh shorts<br /> <br /> Super cute!<br /> Facebook Marketplace	BUY_NOW	https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/720184634992	605636206760475	Kelly Serrianne	/marketplace/?seller_profile=142800042	0	0	1,642,431,893,251,331	2024-04-29 02:00	regular_page	eligible	NONE	0	1	1	Buy now	Kelly Serrianne	6541473281642		NONE	image		https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/7201846349927556/	2024-04-29 09:53		regular_page	1	Kelly Serrianne	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438101091_786770676729519_2798923109116740349_n.jpg?_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=nCLvBOU-oD0Q7kNvgF6REBN&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AfDID8npLZ_jCKWeg0RmphCC2CLDS7uV1q1b3g25MRKv4g&oe=6636137E	1	3	Kelly Serrianne	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,615,958	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	456229570242622	BRAND NEW WITH TAGS- Lane Bryant Bootcut Black Dress Pants- Size 20	Toddler 3T - Nike short/tee outfit- excellent brand new like condition - $20.00<br /> <br /> Worn once! Excellent brand new like condition! <br /> <br /> Toddler 3T <br /> <br /> Gray Nike heart tee with light pink mesh shorts<br /> <br /> Super cute!<br /> Facebook Marketplace	BUY_NOW	https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/730256290648	605636206760475	Kelly Serrianne	/marketplace/?seller_profile=142800042	0	0	802,992,511,885,809	2024-04-29 02:00	regular_page	eligible	NONE	0	1	1	Buy now	Kelly Serrianne	6541473291442		NONE	image		https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/7302562906488248/	2024-04-29 09:59		regular_page	1	Kelly Serrianne	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440902315_476280311445479_173849035621510411_n.jpg?_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=SPBbJmOoVfAQ7kNvgFnJ-bP&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AfAd6Wq5lNqayYyULc_H5aFkCgWfRUKV2_-0uh3lVGK0Wg&oe=66360FDF	1	3	Kelly Serrianne	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,616,093	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	297388646640808	3 Beds / 3 Baths in Vancouver, WA	🏡 Check out this Beautiful home overlooking golf course for sale near you! 👇 Click "Learn More" for more information or to schedule a private showing.	LEARN_MORE	http://fb.me/	1185405614982718	Melissa Hunter at Kelly Right Real Estate	https://facebook.com/MelissaHuntereXp	312	1	940,364,327,791,462	2024-04-29 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0	Learn More	Melissa Hunter at Kelly Right Real Estate	120207545094840141	fb.me	NONE	dco	$929,900	http://fb.me/	2024-04-29 08:34	https://scontent.fmem1-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440848605_1783054532190313_7156071818387986224_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=kjRV9dejlncQ7kNvgGLhE6Z&_nc_ht=scontent.fmem1-2.fna&oh=00_AfDh8xN2QBwVhpbUnALo-Cnn3iN43EEvaBTdG36GegfI7Q&oe=6635F2BE	person_profile	0	Melissa Hunter at Kelly Right	https://scontent.fmem1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440820612_960847495433294_1900401636258646045_n.jpg?_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=h6sUBATaFqMQ7kNvgGUT6AI&_nc_ht=scontent.fmem1-1.fna&oh=00_AfCH-xQeZicyGnhO8sxHgKAfKCaTi08kr7f3Nr-pcN3JPA&oe=66360354	0	3	Melissa Hunter at Kelly Right Real Estate	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,615,991	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	327274187050681		I Want You to Want Me <span class="_39_n">Dusty Rose</span> at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/thealleyclubokc">The Alley Club OKC</a>			139573179249196	Kelly Gregory	https://facebook.com/kelsgregory	2,586	1	959,402,145,972,728	2024-04-29 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0		Kelly Gregory	6569534889269		NONE	video			2024-04-29 09:37	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438088044_945652010274055_187871820556292691_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=hOsgqkxdi_oQ7kNvgFexu-N&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AfA01WV53ttV6I7iEwF4OxMJTzL7dGjToU_FAJ3RqWH2bw&oe=66360F4E	person_profile	0	Kelly Gregory	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438093481_1946169912506159_5079733043986830034_n.jpg?_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=WrPnEXpvQmMQ7kNvgGq0IE6&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AfBenJKcTmZHCRtWWV7N90G04u4ghoaMU-3B-R7kc17Lpw&oe=6635F999	0	3	Kelly Gregory	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,616,213	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	287579084403943	📚📚Title "Regret's All You Get"🥰👉	In the presidential suite of the Winson Hotel in Litharia, a breathtakingly beautiful woman lay in bed. Her delicate skin was mostly hidden under a sheer blanket, with only her arms peeking out, bearing the faint red traces of a night filled with ptootshieion.<br /> <br /> Cynthia Jenkins stirred, letting out a soft moan as she woke from her deep sleep. She tried to get up, but her body, still weary and sore, sank back onto the bed.<br /> <br /> Memories from the night before came rushing back, bringing a faint smile to her face. For the first time in their three-year marriage, she and her husband, Nathan Richardson, had made love.<br /> <br /> She noticed Nathan wasn't in the room, and a tinge of disappointment flickered across her face, quickly replaced by composure.<br /> <br /> At the beginning of their marriage, Nathan had been distant, rarely showing any affection. Cynthia couldn't help but wonder if last night marked a turning point, a sign that he had finally accepted her.<br /> <br /> With a flicker of hope, Cynthia rose cheerfully from the bed. The moment her bare feet touched the cold floor, she felt a sudden chill.<br /> <br /> Picking up a blue sapphire cufflink, oddly shaped and shimmering, from the floor, Cynthia widened her eyes in surprise. 'Could this be Nathan's?'<br /> <br /> Thinking of this, Cynthia smiled and placed the cufflink in her bag. Then, she went to freshen up herself before returning home.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had barely stepped out of the door when she ran into an unexpected visitor.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia?" The woman in front of her, dressed in a crisp white dress and possessing a sharp, piercing voice, was Kelly Dixon, the second lady of the Dixon family.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had always been at odds with the Dixon sisters. Jessica Dixon, the eldest lady of the family, was Nathan's first love. But today, Cynthia was in a good mood. "Kelly, what a surprise to see you here."<br /> <br /> "Indeed." Kelly sized up Cynthia with a mocking smile. "If I had arrived a bit earlier or later, I might have missed catching you in the act."<br /> <br /> She pointed at the red marks on Cynthia's arms with disdain. "What is this? You shameless woman! How dare you fooling around with other men behind Nathan's back!"<br /> <br /> Cynthia frowned, "What are you talking about?"<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I've always known you're shameless, clinging to Nathan. But I never pegged you as someone who'd stoop this low." Kelly's eyes sparkled with the thrill of uncovering a juicy piece of gossip. "Are you really going to say these marks are from a night with Nathan?"<br /> <br /> Before Cynthia could utter a word, Kelly cut her off. "Please, cut the act. Nathan was at the hospital last night, staying by my sister's side. He was too busy to even catch a nap, much less waste time on someone like you."<br /> <br /> Cynthia's face changed dramatically. "Nathan was at the hospital?"<br /> <br /> "Where else would he be? You think he'd come to see you?" Kelly's voice was thick with sarcasm, as if she had just heard something ridiculous. "You've been caught sneaking around with someone else, and I'm not letting this slide so easily!<br /> <br /> "I'm going to show Nathan just how low you can go!" Kelly declared, her resolve unwavering. "I'm calling him right now to come over!"<br /> <br /> Cynthia couldn't absorb a word. Her mind went blank.<br /> <br /> If Nathan had spent the entire night in the hospital, then who was the man who had been so ptootshieionately entwined with her last night?<br /> <br /> A sudden realization made Cynthia's face darken.<br /> <br /> She had been set up!<br /> <br /> Yesterday was their three-year wedding anniversary, and Nathan surprisingly messaged her to meet at a hotel.<br /> <br /> Overjoyed and without a second thought, Cynthia rushed over. But when she arrived, Nathan texted to say he would be late and even ordered her some takeout.<br /> <br /> Cynthia, not sensing anything amiss and simply savoring the food, didn't expect to completely lose consciousness after finishing her meal. And that man last night...<br /> <br /> As Cynthia thought about everything that happened last night, her face turned deathly pale. 'How could this happen?'<br /> <br /> "Nathan already hates you for taking Jessica's place, and now, he'll never forgive you!" Kelly said triumphantly after a quick phone call. She stood firmly in Cynthia's path, blocking her exit.<br /> <br /> Cynthia hadn't even considered leaving. She felt a chill run down her spine. Besides, there weren't many people who could send a message using Nathan's phone.<br /> <br /> Soon, Nathan hurried down the corridor. "Kelly, did you need something from me?"<br /> <br /> He glanced at Cynthia with impatience. "What are you doing here? Jessica is still in the hospital. What are you up to now?"<br /> <br /> "I..." Cynthia opened her mouth, her mind in turmoil, unsure how to respond to him.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, I called you here," Kelly interjected eagerly. "I just so happened to see Cynthia sneaking out of a hotel room with some guy. It's serious, so I had to tell you."<br /> <br /> Nathan's face darkened instantly. "Cynthia, is it true?"<br /> <br /> "Would you believe me if I say I was framed?" Cynthia's eyes held a flicker of hope. "It was you who..."<br /> <br /> A smack came!<br /> <br /> Nathan's hand struck her face with a resounding slap, his expression cold and detached.<br /> <br /> "Pathetic! Why would anyone frame you?" Nathan's eyes blazed with anger at the sight of the red marks on Cynthia's arms.<br /> <br /> Even if he had no feelings for Cynthia, she was still his wife in name. This was nothing but a shame to him.<br /> <br /> Kelly watched with a smirk, stirring the pot. "Exactly, you must be delusional to think someone's out to get you.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, she's just lashing out because you're nice to Jessica. I caught her once, but who knows how many times she's cheated on you. Wake up, man."<br /> <br /> "What else do you have to say?" Nathan's gaze was filled with disgust.<br /> <br /> "What can I say?" Cynthia touched her burning cheek, a cold despair settling in her heart. She looked at Nathan, fighting the urge to laugh bitterly. "Nathan, don't you even want to ask why I ended up here?"<br /> <br /> It was ridiculous that her husband seemed to be solely dedicated to helping others deceive her.<br /> <br /> Nathan's eyes were full of disgust. "What exactly are you trying to say?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt utterly disheartened. She held up her phone, emphasizing each word. "Your phone sent me a message to come here. I trusted it and showed up. Did you text me, Nathan?"<br /> <br /> Nathan's gaze flickered. Last night, after getting treated, Jessica borrowed his phone...<br /> <br /> "It seems you know now who it was." Cynthia noticed his evasive look and had her suspicions. She smiled through her tears, "Nathan, I'm your wife. I'm the one being framed."<br /> <br /> Kelly quickly interjected, "Nathan, don't fall for her act. She's just looking for an excuse..."<br /> <br /> "This is between me and my husband. It's not your place to interfere," Cynthia retorted, showing her temper in front of Nathan for the first time.<br /> <br /> "You..." Kelly was furious and about to retort.<br /> <br /> However, Nathan had made up his mind at that moment. "I sent the text. I got tied up, sure, but that's no excuse for you cheating!"<br /> <br /> "It seems this is your choice, then." Cynthia's heart turned cold. Despite knowing she was wronged, he still chose to defend that hypocritical woman. She couldn't believe this was the man she loved.<br /> <br /> Nathan didn't show any sign of guilt. "Cynthia, it's you who fooled around with another man. Who else is there to blame?"<br /> <br /> Even though he felt somewhat uncomfortable about what Jessica did, he still firmly sided with her.<br /> <br /> "I was blind to have trusted the wrong person."<br /> <br /> Cynthia closed her eyes, and when she opened them moments later, they were clear and resolved. "Nathan, let's get a divorce."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> "Cynthia, what on earth are you thinking?" Nathan frowned slightly while Kelly's eyes flickered with surprise.<br /> <br /> Cynthia gave a self-mocking smile. "Nathan, I'm not someone who clings to what I can't have. Remember, I'm the one walking away from you, not the other way around."<br /> <br /> With those words, Cynthia felt a sudden clarity in her heart.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, you're the one who messed up, but here you are, playing word games. Are you threatening Nathan?" Kelly said, secretly pleased.<br /> <br /> Cynthia glanced coldly at her. "Kelly, sometimes, you should just stay quiet."<br /> <br /> But Nathan's response caught Cynthia off guard. "I don't agree to the divorce."<br /> <br /> Cynthia let out a bitter laugh. "Isn't this what you've always wanted? Now that I'm stepping aside, you can be with Jessica happily ever after. Why disagree?<br /> <br /> "Or is there something more you're after, something you haven't gotten from me yet?" Cynthia's tone shifted, causing a subtle change in the expressions of the two before her.<br /> <br /> She didn't think herself so self-absorbed to believe Nathan still had feelings for her. Their reactions pretty much confirmed her suspicions.<br /> <br /> "I guess I was right." Cynthia curled up her lips. "So, Nathan, what's it gonna take for you to sign those divorce papers?"<br /> <br /> Nathan's eyes were deep and solemn. At this point, there was nothing left to hide. "Jessica's really sick, Cynthia, and you're the only one who can donate a kidney to save her. That's my only condition. Help her, and you won't regret it, I promise."<br /> <br /> Cynthia was thunderstruck, her voice hoarse with disbelief. "You mean, this whole time...you were just after my kidney?"<br /> <br /> "Jessica is the only one Nathan loves. Why else would he marry you if not to save her?" Kelly sneered, and Nathan's look confirmed that she was right.<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt a chill in her heart. It all made sense now. Nathan had initially balked at his grandfather Mark Richardson's suggestion of marrying Cynthia. He had been adamant about marrying Jessica instead, only to abruptly change his mind when Cynthia was nearly ready to walk away.<br /> <br /> She had hoped that, over time, Nathan might come to love her. But she realized now that from the very start, he had been scheming for her kidney!<br /> <br /> "Cynthia," Nathan said, softening his tone deliberately. "Just help me out this one time, and I promise to keep today's drama under wraps. I'll make it worth your while, enough to start over somewhere far away."<br /> <br /> "In your dreams, Nathan." Cynthia emphasized each word. "Sure, I had feelings for you, but not enough to degrade myself like this."<br /> <br /> "Looks like you choose the hard way." Nathan, never one with a good temper, immediately hardened his stance. "If you refuse to donate a kidney to Jessica, I will absolutely not agree to the divorce."<br /> <br /> Cynthia laughed angrily and retorted, "Fine by me. Do you have any idea how hard I worked to marry you? If you want to grow old with me, then so be it."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia!" Nathan's face soured. He was about to speak when Cynthia ruthlessly cut him off.<br /> <br /> "I just give you one chance, Nathan. Be at the Courthouse entrance at 9 AM sharp tomorrow. If you don't show up..."<br /> <br /> Cynthia smirked coldly. "Then even better. Jessica can forget about marrying into the Richardson family. And I'll make sure to remind you that you'll be a cuckolds for the rest of your life!"<br /> <br /> With that, Cynthia turned and left, not bothering to give Nathan or Kelly a second glance.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, what if she refuses the surgery? What about Jessica?" Kelly, watching Cynthia's retreating figure, feigned urgency.<br /> <br /> Nathan's gaze was deep. "Don't worry. I'll find a way to make her agree."<br /> <br /> As Cynthia stepped out of the hotel, a sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom suddenly pulled up, blocking her path.<br /> <br /> The window rolled down, showing a woman in her forties, still exuding charm, a face often seen on financial news.<br /> <br /> "You're right on time, Mom." Recognizing the woman, Cynthia wasn't surprised at all, her voice and posture shifting to something more dignified.<br /> <br /> "Get in," Heather Brooks said calmly.<br /> <br /> With a deep breath, Cynthia got into the back seat. Throughout the ride, they hardly talked to each other.<br /> <br /> In Litharia, Jenkins Villa stood majestically in the most coveted scenic area, home to the affluent Jenkins family.<br /> <br /> "I've heard the story between you and Nathan. So, have you finally seen Nathan's true colors?"<br /> <br /> In the living room of Jenkins Villa, Heather sipped her coffee, looking at Cynthia indifferently. "It's time for you to come back and take over the family business."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Heather had five children, and aside from her only daughter, Cynthia, the other four sons kept their identities hidden, excelling in their fields but refusing to take over the family business.<br /> <br /> Left with no other option, Heather pinned her hopes on Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Cynthia breathed deeply, only then realizing that she had been under her mother's watchful eye for these past three years.<br /> <br /> It wasn't surprising, though. Since her father's death, the Jenkins family had been fragmented. Heather wasn't truly a Jenkins. Although she had been holding the reins, she was surrounded by those eyeing her position. Eventually, Heather had grown accustomed to keeping everything under her control, leaving no stone unturned.<br /> <br /> "It's not possible right now," Cynthia said somewhat helplessly.<br /> <br /> Heather's eyes narrowed as she spoke firmly. "What, you still have feelings for him?"<br /> <br /> "Of course not," Cynthia couldn't help but laugh dryly. "Mom, I just need some time to divorce him. I promise, after the divorce, I will definitely return to the Jenkins family."<br /> <br /> Cynthia mused, why did she ever waste three years pining for Nathan?<br /> <br /> Getting the response she wanted, Heather nodded in satisfaction. "That's more like a Jenkins girl. Also..."<br /> <br /> "What is it?" Seeing Heather hesitating to speak, Cynthia was curious.<br /> <br /> Heather spoke steadily. "The man you slept with at the hotel, do you recall who he is?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia's expression froze, and she remained silent.<br /> <br /> "I'm thinking about finding this man. If he's decent enough, we could welcome him into the family. The Jenkins can certainly afford to support one more. This would also solidify your position in the family."<br /> <br /> What Heather left unsaid was that if the man was not up to her standard, the consequences were obvious.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was at a loss for words. She didn't even know how to argue with that.<br /> <br /> Back in her room, Cynthia lay on the bed, overwhelmed. What happened today was more thrilling than her life during the past three years combined.<br /> <br /> She absently played with the cufflink in her hand, a lone clue left by the mysterious man from the previous night.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, Cynthia realized something and sat up abruptly. The cufflink was a limited edition, and her brother, the third sir of the Jenkins, Eric Jenkins, also a leading designer, might know its origin.<br /> <br /> Without hesitation, Cynthia called Eric.<br /> <br /> "Thia, you've finally taken your eyes off that idiot, huh? What's up?" Eric's voice was cheerful over the phone.<br /> <br /> Cynthia couldn't help but smile, "Starting today, Nathan and I have nothing to do with each other. We're getting divorced tomorrow."<br /> <br /> At that moment, in the midst of a major international jewelry show, Eric sat up straight. "What? What on earth happened to make the blind girl finally see the light?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia laughed. "Come on, stop kidding. Are you free right now? I could really use your help. Check your messages. I've sent you a picture. Can you figure out where this thing's from?"<br /> <br /> The next morning, outside the Courthouse, Nathan stood with a stern expression. He arrived on time and had been waiting for two hours without a glimpse of Cynthia.<br /> <br /> His calls went unanswered, and just as his patience was running thin, Cynthia finally arrived.<br /> <br /> She was dressed to the nines, radiant and elegant, a stark contrast to her former self. Nathan almost didn't recognize her at first sight.<br /> <br /> "What now? Getting cold feet about the divorce?" Seeing Cynthia slowly making her appearance, Nathan thought she regretted her decision not to divorce and had dressed up like this to win him back, feeling smug.<br /> <br /> "Getting cold feet? Why do I have to?" Cynthia touched her earring. She had intentionally made Nathan wait outside today.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was certain that Nathan wouldn't leave as long as his goal remained unmet, even if it meant waiting there all day.<br /> <br /> Nathan snorted, "As long as you're willing to help Jessica, we can still be friends."<br /> <br /> "What are you thinking? We're getting divorced and you still think we can be friends?" Cynthia scoffed dismissively. "You know what, Nathan? I've changed my mind. Why should I rely on a man who's after my organs? There are plenty of decent men out there, like that guy from the hotel. I'm quite satisfied with him."<br /> <br /> Even if Nathan had once saved her life, the help she had given him secretly over the past three years was more than enough to settle any debt.<br /> <br /> "Shameless!" Nathan didn't expect Cynthia to change her attitude so quickly, grinding his teeth in anger.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was unapologetic. "And what about you? Let's go. I can hardly wait."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Half an hour later, the two emerged from the Courthouse. Cynthia held the divorce papers, knowing that from now on, her marriage to Nathan was officially over.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, my offer is always on the table. When you're ready, you know where to find me," Nathan said, glancing at Cynthia, his words laced with implication.<br /> <br /> He had always thought that Cynthia came from a modest background. The financial security he could provide was something he thought Cynthia couldn't earn in a lifetime.<br /> <br /> Cynthia scoffed, "Dream on, Nathan. That day will never come."<br /> <br /> Nathan was about to respond when his expression suddenly changed. He quickly descended the steps, leaving Cynthia behind.<br /> <br /> "Jessica? What are you doing here?"<br /> <br /> At the foot of the steps, a girl with an innocent appearance and long hair cascading over her shoulders rushed toward them. Her face was ghostly pale. It was Jessica, the one Nathan always held dear.<br /> <br /> In just a few short steps, Jessica was panting.<br /> <br /> Nathan, heart aching, wrapped his arms around Jessica, gently stroking her back to help her catch her breath.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had had enough of their closeness. She was ready to leave then and there.<br /> <br /> "Wait up, Cynthia, please, just a sec," Jessica panted, rushing to intercept Cynthia.<br /> <br /> "Do you need something?" Cynthia asked indifferently, causing Nathan to frown.<br /> <br /> Jessica bit her lip. "I... I'm sorry about Nathan. He's always saying the opposite of what he feels. He really cares about you, you know. The last thing I want is for you guys to split."<br /> <br /> Seeing Jessica's meekness, Nathan felt a twinge of pain. "Jessica, you don't have to apologize for me."<br /> <br /> "Nathan's right. Why do you think you can apologize on his behalf?" Cynthia looked at Jessica, whose facade of innocence was grating on her.<br /> <br /> It's all my fault. He's been tough on you because he's worried about my condition. Can you just let it slide this time? I don't have much time left, and...I really hope there's someone by his side when I'm gone.<br /> <br /> Cynthia smiled, "It seems you're quite aware of your own health condition. You two are really close, right? Then how could you bear to push him towards me?"<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, don't push your luck," Nathan said, his face clouding over.<br /> <br /> Jessica bit her lip. "Nathan and I are just friends. I genuinely wish you two to patch things up."<br /> <br /> "But the divorce is already final," Cynthia said deliberately.<br /> <br /> Jessica quickly suggested. "But if there's a chance, why not consider remarriage?"<br /> <br /> "You're really looking out for us, huh? Do you even believe what you're saying?" Cynthia scoffed. She was done playing along and decided to confront the truth head-on. "You don't want us back together, Jessica. You're worried that if we divorce, Nathan won't be able to control me to get you a kidney transplant in time before finding a new donor. Sorry, but I'm not budging. I won't let you get your way."<br /> <br /> "It's not like that, Cynthia. You've got it all wrong. I would never..." She shook her head vigorously, looking utterly wronged.<br /> <br /> Cynthia smirked. "You may not do it yourself, but you're great at hinting. I believe someone would do it for you."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, this was all my idea. What does it have to do with Jessica? Back off," Nathan said, his expression darkening as he quickly jumped to Jessica's defense.<br /> <br /> Cynthia sneered, "Funny, I didn't even mention a name. But since you care so much for each other, why not make it official? The city hall is just around the corner. Why wait? Go get married today.<br /> <br /> "At least you're his wife when you are gone, Jessica. Isn't that right?"<br /> <br /> Jessica's eyes flickered with unreadable emotion, and she still played innocent. "Cynthia, Nathan and I are really just good friends. I'm getting worse. After years without a matching kidney donor, I've given up hope."<br /> <br /> "So, I'm your only hope, huh? No wonder you're so desperate to having me stay," Cynthia said bluntly, cutting to the heart of the matter.<br /> <br /> Jessica, overwhelmed with frustration and unable to counter Cynthia's relentless words, suddenly collapsed.<br /> <br /> "Jessica, Jessica!" Nathan held her in his arms, calling her name repeatedly, but Jessica showed no response.<br /> <br /> "How convenient to ptootshie out at this moment." Cynthia noted with a smile.<br /> <br /> Nathan glared at Cynthia, scooping Jessica up in his arms, and warned sternly, "If anything happens to Jessica, Cynthia, I'll never forgive you."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Having said that, Nathan hurriedly carried Jessica to the car and headed for the hospital.<br /> <br /> Cynthia, unfazed, turned and drove towards Richardson Villa to pack her things.<br /> <br /> She had lived in Richardson Villa for three years. Three years ago, she was overjoyed, thinking she had finally found the person from her childhood.<br /> <br /> It was she who had saved Nathan from danger, even daring to bet with Heather and hiding her identity to marry into the Richardson family. She tiptoed through life there, desperately trying to fit in.<br /> <br /> Yet, throughout all those three years, the Richardsons never accepted her as one of them, always leaving her feeling like an outsider no matter how hard she tried.<br /> <br /> Cynthia finally realized that Nathan had been insincere from the start. Reflecting on it now, she just couldn't believe how naive she had been, viewing everything through the rose-colored gltootshiees of her childhood memories.<br /> <br /> Luckily, she had finally woken up. There was no going back to this family for her.<br /> <br /> As she entered the living room, Kelly stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at her with a smug expression.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was not surprised. A month ago, Nathan had brazenly brought the Dixon sisters back to live in Richardson Villa.<br /> <br /> Nathan's mother, Sharon Richardson, had been completely charmed by them, never showing Cynthia any kindness.<br /> <br /> Looking down on Cynthia, Kelly gloated. "Cynthia, you're already divorced from Nathan. Why do you even show your face here?<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I'm talking to you! Do you think playing deaf and dumb will get you through? Shameless." Kelly stood in the middle of the staircase, arms crossed, saying sternly.<br /> <br /> Cynthia glanced at her indifferently. "You know very well that who's the shameless one. Move aside."<br /> <br /> "What if I don't?" Kelly smirked triumphantly. "You are nothing but a discarded wife, and yet you dare to be arrogant in front of me. If you want me to step aside, beg for it."<br /> <br /> "Kelly, I really admire your reckless courage," Cynthia said with a light laugh. "I haven't even bothered with you yet, and here you are, stepping right into the crosshairs."<br /> <br /> Kelly didn't take Cynthia's words seriously, her eyes filled with scorn. "You think you can intimidate me, Cynthia? Really, what do you think you're capable of?"<br /> <br /> A sharp glint flashed in Cynthia's eyes as she spoke calmly. "A minor actress shamelessly moves into a married man's house, and within a month, the young couple is divorced. I wonder, if this little scandal hits the headlines, how your fans will react. Will they stand by you, or will they turn their backs, dragging your name through the mud?"<br /> <br /> Kelly, a mediocre graduate from a film academy with unremarkable looks and talent, had only managed to carve a niche for herself in showbiz with Nathan's financial support. She was, at best, a second-tier star, and her position in the entertainment world was what she valued most.<br /> <br /> Sure enough, Kelly's face changed drastically at these words. "Cynthia, are you threatening me?"<br /> <br /> "Right, I am threatening you," Cynthia admitted. "Better watch your step with me. If not, I'll make sure this story goes public. You've got plenty of enemies itching for a scoop like this. I wonder how many fans will stick by you after that."<br /> <br /> "You wouldn't dare!" Kelly's face betrayed a flash of panic.<br /> <br /> Cynthia scoffed, "Try me. I've got nothing to hide. You're the one who should be worried, not me. Don't believe me? Go ahead, push your luck!"<br /> <br /> Perhaps it was her tolerance over these past three years that had given these people the audacity to challenge her.<br /> <br /> Having said that, Cynthia pushed past Kelly's shoulder, striding upstairs to her room, leaving Kelly standing there in fury.<br /> <br /> The master room was divided into two parts - a study and a bedroom. Nathan never spent the night in the bedroom, and the study was more like a shared area for the two.<br /> <br /> In less than half an hour, Cynthia had packed her things. After three years, all she had filled was one suitcase and a backpack. Looking at them, she almost wanted to laugh.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, she remembered a pen of hers in the study. As she went in to retrieve it, she noticed a document on the desk.<br /> <br /> Her eyes fell on the paper. It was a bidding proposal from Nathan's company for a project under the Jenkins Group.<br /> <br /> Cynthia almost laughed. In the past, if she had seen this document, she would have secretly helped, arranging for the Jenkins Group to internally fix the bid to help Nathan secure the project.<br /> <br /> But now, seeing the proposal, Cynthia smiled, promising herself to give Nathan a surprise.<br /> <br /> After packing her things, Cynthia, dragging her suitcase, was about to leave when suddenly someone appeared at the door.<br /> <br /> "Don't worry, I'm all packed and I won't be back," Cynthia said indifferently. To her, Nathan had become less significant than a stranger.<br /> <br /> Nathan snorted, "That's it? That's all you have to say?"<br /> <br /> "What more is there between us?" Cynthia couldn't help but laugh. "The fact that you're standing here means Jessica is still alive. Now, if you don't mind, step aside. I'm hurried to move out."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I never realized how sharp-tongued you could be," Nathan said coldly, staring at the person before him. "Before you leave, you must apologize to Kelly!"<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> "Why should I apologize?" Cynthia released her suitcase, her eyes brimming with mockery. "Really, Nathan? Isn't Jessica enough for you? Or are you trying to have them both?"<br /> <br /> Nathan was close to losing his temper. "What nonsense are you talking about? Kelly is like a sister to me, nothing more!"<br /> <br /> "That's a question you should be asking your dear mother, not me," Cynthia said, uninterested in arguing further.<br /> <br /> Sharon had always favored the Dixon sisters. While Jessica was delicate and often sick, Sharon secretly hoped Kelly would be Nathan's wife. Nathan, however, was completely oblivious to this.<br /> <br /> Nathan took a deep breath, trying to keep his anger in check. He needed to remember why he was here. His voice softened but still carried a hint of superiority. "Listen, Cynthia, I'm here to make a deal with you. If you agree to donate a kidney to Jessica, I'll compensate you."<br /> <br /> "Compensate? How much?" Cynthia's tone was full of mockery, but Nathan, oblivious, thought she was actually considering it.<br /> <br /> "Forty thousand dollars, Cynthia. That's way more than you'd make in years," Nathan said, confident in his proposition, believing that to Cynthia, 40 thousand dollars was a fortune.<br /> <br /> Cynthia burst into uncontrollable laughter, almost crying with mirth.<br /> <br /> Nathan, infuriated and embarrtootshieed, demanded, "What's so funny?"<br /> <br /> It took Cynthia a while to compose herself. She spoke slowly, "Your absurd daydreams, Nathan. And how clueless you are about your own ignorance. Here's my offer. Four million dollars for Kelly's kidney. Convince her. It's way more than she could make in years."<br /> <br /> "Enough! If you want more, just say it. Stop pretending," Nathan said, looking at her as if she were insane.<br /> <br /> Cynthia calmly replied, "Believe it or not, that's your problem. I'll say this one last time. I will never donate a kidney to Jessica. This is it. We're done!"<br /> <br /> With that, she dragged her suitcase past Nathan.<br /> <br /> From behind, Nathan called out confidently. "Cynthia, one day you'll come back to me for money!"<br /> <br /> "In your dreams," Cynthia retorted without turning back just as she was about to leave. Suddenly, a man approached her head-on.<br /> <br /> Their eyes met unexpectedly, and Cynthia was momentarily startled. The man was tall, easily six foot three, with a straight nose and strikingly handsome features. What caught the attention most, however, were his deep eyes that could easily draw someone in without them realizing it.<br /> <br /> This was Nathan's younger uncle, Lawrence Richardson.<br /> <br /> The moment Lawrence saw Cynthia's face clearly, his brow twitched subtly. His look was complex, unreadable, like a sharp sword fixed on her face, shrouded in mystery.<br /> <br /> Cynthia guessed that Lawrence might have overheard her argument with Nathan and was reacting to it. She nodded casually, keeping her cool.<br /> <br /> Within a few seconds, Lawrence masked his emotions, his eyes settling into a serene calmness. They continued walking, merely brushing past each other.<br /> <br /> However, in that brief moment of ptootshieing, Cynthia's expression changed dramatically. Subconsciously, she slowed her pace, her eyes drawn to Lawrence's suit.<br /> <br /> The left sleeve of his gray, tailor-made suit sported a unique sapphire cufflink, exuding a subtle elegance. However, the right sleeve was conspicuously bare, missing its matching piece.<br /> <br /> In an instant, Cynthia felt utterly disheveled, as if a tornado had just swept through her world.<br /> <br /> "Thia, about that thing you asked me to look into, I think I'm onto something." Eric's voice rose teasingly from the other end of the phone, deliberately keeping her in suspense.<br /> <br /> Stopped at a red light, Cynthia sat in her Ferrari, her mind elsewhere. "No need to guess. I've figured it out."<br /> <br /> "Oh, really?" Eric sounded genuinely surprised. "I haven't even told you yet. How did you know?"<br /> <br /> "Just forget about it." Cynthia pressed her temples, weary. "Eric, let's pretend I never asked. Focus on your work. Bye."<br /> <br /> Before Eric could respond, Cynthia reclined in her seat, her head throbbing. The way Lawrence had looked at her earlier made her wonder...if he had recognized her.<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Cynthia couldn't help but feel relieved. Luckily, she was already divorced. Otherwise, bumping into him all the time would've been too awkward to handle.<br /> <br /> Just as she returned to Jenkins Villa, the butler immediately approached her to report that Heather was waiting for her in the upstairs study. Cynthia, with a resigned smile, handed her things over to a servant and made her way upstairs.<br /> <br /> "Back already?" Heather, surrounded by a mountain of papers, glanced up and gave a small nod. "Everything sorted?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia smiled freely, "I've got the divorce papers, and all my stuff is moved back. There's no need for further contact."<br /> <br /> She sat down in front of Heather's desk, tentatively starting the conversation. "Mom, I heard the Jenkins Group is starting the bidding process for the project in the Grimes Group? Have we made a decision yet?"<br /> <br /> Heather looked up, her stern gaze softening a bit as she scrutinized Cynthia. "The bidding is set for next week. So far, we haven't found the right fit yet. What's got you interested all of a sudden?<br /> <br /> "Right, you said before that after the divorce, you would return to the Jenkins Group and take over my place. Are you ready to step up now?" Heather reminded her again.<br /> <br /> Cynthia smiled wryly, "Running the Jenkins Group can wait a bit. I've been out of the game for three years. Jumping in headfirst might just show off my rust. I'm thinking of starting with the Grimes Group project, you know, to get my feet wet. Gotta ease into it."<br /> <br /> "Why bother with all that? You've got the talent," Heather disagreed, confident in Cynthia's abilities.<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt somewhat helpless but still stood her ground. "We need to let the old guard get used to the idea. If I swoop in right after coming back, who knows how many troubles they might throw in my way. Even if I can handle it, it's still a htootshiele."<br /> <br /> Heather looked at her for a long moment before giving in. "Alright, have it your way. But get up to speed fast. I can't hold off for long."<br /> <br /> "Okay, I won't let you down," Cynthia said with a slight smile, her gaze drifting to the scenery outside the window.<br /> <br /> In the VIP ward of the rehabilitation hospital, all the nurses knew Jessica in Room 5 had a super devoted boyfriend. But inside that room, the truth was a whole other story.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, don't be so impulsive. Cynthia's a good girl, really. You should be nicer to her." Jessica leaned against the headboard, her face ghostly pale.<br /> <br /> Nathan strongly disagreed, "Jessica, don't be fooled by her. Remember what she did to you? And how she spoke to Kelly? She's just a troublemaker, trust me."<br /> <br /> Jessica smiled gently, placing her hand on Nathan's back. "She just cares too much about you. Look, my body... It's not great. You should focus on your life, not mine.<br /> <br /> "I want you two to get back together. Let her be there for you. That way, I can go peacefully, knowing you're not alone."<br /> <br /> "Jessica..." Nathan's heart sank as he looked at her, her selflessness only deepening his pain. "Don't say that. We're going to beat this, okay?"<br /> <br /> Jessica's eyes were downcast as she feigned nonchalance. "At this point, unless we find a kidney that matches, there's no hope. Please, I don't want you to be worried about me anymore."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia's a match. Leave it to me, I'll talk to her," Nathan said confidently.<br /> <br /> Jessica quickly shook her head. "Don't push her, okay? If she's not up to it, I won't accept it either."<br /> <br /> "You're just too kind..." Nathan became even more determined to get Cynthia's agreement. He was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang.<br /> <br /> "hecko, is this Mr. Nathan Richardson from the Richardson Group? This is the Jenkins Group. We've gone through your proposal, and our head would like to talk with you one on one.<br /> <br /> Nathan was overjoyed upon hearing this. Getting along with the Jenkins could elevate his status in the Richardson family.<br /> <br /> He mouthed "the Jenkins Group" to Jessica, who also looked pleasantly surprised.<br /> <br /> "Can you do this afternoon?" The person from the Jenkins Group had already set the time.<br /> <br /> Nathan hesitated as he looked at Jessica's beautiful yet pale face. "This afternoon?" He had promised to spend the entire day with Jessica.<br /> <br /> The ward fell silent. Noticing Nathan's hesitation, Jessica smiled and waved her hand, signaling him not to worry about her and to quickly agree. Urged by Jessica, Nathan awkwardly consented.<br /> <br /> He hung up the phone, his expression clouded. "Jessica, I..."<br /> <br /> Jessica spoke with understanding. "Come on, you've been working so hard on this project, and now you've got a chance you just can't ptootshie up."<br /> <br /> "But I promised to spend the whole day with you today," Nathan said, his brow furrowing with guilt.<br /> <br /> "Don't be silly, I'll be fine, and Kelly will come over this afternoon," Jessica said, her eyes glistening. "How about this? If you feel guilty, make it up to me by spending all day with me tomorrow."<br /> <br /> Nathan's heart softened. "Okay, I'll also come over early tonight. Just take care of yourself, okay?"<br /> <br /> Once Nathan left, Jessica watched his retreating figure, a complex emotion hidden in her eyes.<br /> <br /> The Jenkins Group towered in the heart of the bustling city center, occupying an entire office building. Nathan, full of ambition, walked in, trying to calm his emotions, determined to present his best self in the upcoming meeting.<br /> <br /> A staff member knocked and led him into the reception room.<br /> <br /> Behind the wooden desk, the rotating chair was turned away from the door. The project manager, with her back to him, tapped her left hand lightly on the desk, casting a silent but palpable tension in the air.<br /> <br /> Nathan hadn't felt this nervous in a long time. He steadied his nerves and put on a composed smile. "hecko, I'm Nathan from the Richardson Group. We have an appointment this morning. Here is the Richardson Group's proposal for the Grimes Group project."<br /> <br /> A moment ptootshieed, and then a clear, confident voice answered, "Mr. Richardson, pleased to meet you." As the chair swiveled around, Nathan finally saw the project manager's face. At that moment, his eyes widened in surprise.<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Nathan blurted out without thinking, "Cynthia?"<br /> <br /> "What?" Cynthia's expression was cold, her brows slightly furrowed.<br /> <br /> Nathan finally got a good look at her.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was clad in a sharp white suit, and her short chestnut hair framed her face, exuding a sense of authority.<br /> <br /> "Sorry, my mistake. Thought you were someone else," Nathan quickly apologized, swiftly denying his initial thought. He didn't think that this woman, with such control over her surroundings, could be Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Yet, her face resembled Cynthia's so closely.<br /> <br /> "Is that so?" Cynthia responded indifferently. "Enough for the small talk, let's discuss your proposal, shall we?" She got straight into the point.<br /> <br /> Nathan, not lacking in professional skills, quickly engaged in the conversation, explaining his planning concepts in detail. Cynthia interjected occasionally with her opinions and pointed out potential problems in implementation, asking Nathan for solutions.<br /> <br /> The two of them conversed back and forth, thoroughly enjoying their discussion.<br /> <br /> "I'll take the Richardson Group proposal into careful consideration," Cynthia stated, neatly wrapping up their conversation.<br /> <br /> Nathan felt a thrill of hope at the prospect of collaboration.<br /> <br /> As their business talk concluded, Nathan couldn't help but take a few more glances at her. Driven by an inexplicable urge, he blurted out, "Do you happen to know a woman named Cynthia?"<br /> <br /> After the question, Nathan immediately regretted it, wishing he could take back his words.<br /> <br /> He was about to change the subject when Cynthia's next statement wiped the smile off his face.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia? I'm quite familiar with her."<br /> <br /> Observing Nathan's transformation from shock to utter disbelief, Cynthia chuckled internally while maintaining her apparent composure. "Surprised?"<br /> <br /> "I just didn't expect that you would actually know her," Nathan replied, staring at the woman who bore a striking resemblance to Cynthia yet with a distinctly different vibe. He couldn't help but wonder if there were really two people so similar in this world.<br /> <br /> He was filled with confusion, unable to fathom how Cynthia, with her humble background, could be connected to a project manager of the Jenkins Group.<br /> <br /> He was about to ask for details when Cynthia interjected coldly, "Mr. Richardson, let's end it here for today. I've gone over your proposal. I'll get back to you with my decision after the seminar. I've got several other meetings lined up."<br /> <br /> Since she had said that, and Nathan was no slouch at picking up cues, he quickly stood up and humbly said, "Then I'll look forward to hearing from you. I'll get going now."<br /> <br /> "Take care."<br /> <br /> As Nathan left, Cynthia sneered. She couldn't help but find amusement in Nathan's hesitant, almost fearful demeanor.<br /> <br /> Finishing her work at the office, she decided it was time to head home.<br /> <br /> In the underground parking lot, Cynthia was searching for her car with the key in hand.<br /> <br /> She hadn't walked far when she suddenly noticed someone standing not far away. The moment their eyes met, Cynthia's smile froze.<br /> <br /> The man was tall, strikingly handsome, and it was none other than Lawrence!<br /> <br /> Cynthia's mouth twitched as she forced composure, averting her gaze and steeling herself as she located her car.<br /> <br /> Pretending not to recognize him, she tried to get in her car and leave. Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps froze her in place. A few seconds later, Lawrence stood in front of her car, halting her movements completely. Cynthia could feel the stare.<br /> <br /> Taking a deep breath, Cynthia turned around, offering a polite smile, "Mr. Richardson, is there something you need?"<br /> <br /> Although Lawrence was Nathan's uncle, the two had actually only met once at Cynthia and Nathan's wedding three years ago. Cynthia had no idea why he would want to see her now.<br /> <br /> Lawrence stood there silently, his gaze so penetrating that it alarmed Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Just as she started to suspect he had seen through her, Lawrence smiled faintly, "Your car is blocking the way."<br /> <br /> It was only then that Cynthia noticed her vehicle was parked right behind a sleek Jaguar.	LEARN_MORE	https://www.yumread.com/share/middle/h1s052yjjngiy	101489936134366	OasisStory	https://facebook.com/100087803393468	26,741	2	3,641,447,586,069,309	2024-04-29 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	1	0	Learn more	OasisStory	120207914949400455	www.yumread.com	NONE	video		https://www.yumread.com/share/middle/h1s052yjjngiylt1gjmuhgwr?ad_id={{ad.id}}&sid=120207914929730455&campaign={{campaign.name}}&adgroup={{adset.name}}	2024-04-29 07:34	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/439921853_310271128613607_3078979784271211872_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=sfsMFddQZqsAb5lmmPe&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&oh=00_AfAx4q08yS-5YloecRJfLYrDcRkPTz-5SHd0h9wd4jtnWA&oe=663610DA	person_profile	0	OasisStory	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440376775_682289947321457_4741361792889509391_n.jpg?_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=XCV4qj5TQz0Ab5jVeS5&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&oh=00_AfDessNXP3_0t0RgxLdPp2_IJoMd6vXRrtwYk106S45QtQ&oe=66362377	0	3	OasisStory	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,616,120	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	1448547142534007		Your assets, dreams, and loved ones all deserve comprehensive protection. Explore umbrella insurance and make sure nothing is left to chance.			107866635087788	Kelly Escobar - State Farm Agent	https://facebook.com/kellymysfagent	131	1	1,165,001,554,690,822	2024-04-29 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0		Kelly Escobar - State Farm Agent	120211584420820779		NONE	image			2024-04-29 08:07	https://scontent.fmem1-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438082097_963661581637293_7776550593552986289_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=wLE2R6sKpd0Q7kNvgGvmgRM&_nc_ht=scontent.fmem1-2.fna&oh=00_AfA7gmXTQ8HV5S1wc2nOre0iLgaMWSlAxsO4_HcWuFge3Q&oe=66360F97	person_profile	0	Kelly Escobar SF Agent	https://scontent.fmem1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438119170_310599991919748_5542984181483172348_n.jpg?_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=_OeDQrzhGHQQ7kNvgEqZlMq&_nc_ht=scontent.fmem1-1.fna&oh=00_AfDuoukPnqy4y8A7fz80Ecsc2sDNcszn5pjkiJNI8Qk2vQ&oe=663600AA	0	3	Kelly Escobar - State Farm Agent	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,616,202	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	2854717238000100	📚📚Title "Regret's All You Get"🥰👉	In the presidential suite of the Winson Hotel in Litharia, a breathtakingly beautiful woman lay in bed. Her delicate skin was mostly hidden under a sheer blanket, with only her arms peeking out, bearing the faint red traces of a night filled with ptootshieion.<br /> <br /> Cynthia Jenkins stirred, letting out a soft moan as she woke from her deep sleep. She tried to get up, but her body, still weary and sore, sank back onto the bed.<br /> <br /> Memories from the night before came rushing back, bringing a faint smile to her face. For the first time in their three-year marriage, she and her husband, Nathan Richardson, had made love.<br /> <br /> She noticed Nathan wasn't in the room, and a tinge of disappointment flickered across her face, quickly replaced by composure.<br /> <br /> At the beginning of their marriage, Nathan had been distant, rarely showing any affection. Cynthia couldn't help but wonder if last night marked a turning point, a sign that he had finally accepted her.<br /> <br /> With a flicker of hope, Cynthia rose cheerfully from the bed. The moment her bare feet touched the cold floor, she felt a sudden chill.<br /> <br /> Picking up a blue sapphire cufflink, oddly shaped and shimmering, from the floor, Cynthia widened her eyes in surprise. 'Could this be Nathan's?'<br /> <br /> Thinking of this, Cynthia smiled and placed the cufflink in her bag. Then, she went to freshen up herself before returning home.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had barely stepped out of the door when she ran into an unexpected visitor.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia?" The woman in front of her, dressed in a crisp white dress and possessing a sharp, piercing voice, was Kelly Dixon, the second lady of the Dixon family.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had always been at odds with the Dixon sisters. Jessica Dixon, the eldest lady of the family, was Nathan's first love. But today, Cynthia was in a good mood. "Kelly, what a surprise to see you here."<br /> <br /> "Indeed." Kelly sized up Cynthia with a mocking smile. "If I had arrived a bit earlier or later, I might have missed catching you in the act."<br /> <br /> She pointed at the red marks on Cynthia's arms with disdain. "What is this? You shameless woman! How dare you fooling around with other men behind Nathan's back!"<br /> <br /> Cynthia frowned, "What are you talking about?"<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I've always known you're shameless, clinging to Nathan. But I never pegged you as someone who'd stoop this low." Kelly's eyes sparkled with the thrill of uncovering a juicy piece of gossip. "Are you really going to say these marks are from a night with Nathan?"<br /> <br /> Before Cynthia could utter a word, Kelly cut her off. "Please, cut the act. Nathan was at the hospital last night, staying by my sister's side. He was too busy to even catch a nap, much less waste time on someone like you."<br /> <br /> Cynthia's face changed dramatically. "Nathan was at the hospital?"<br /> <br /> "Where else would he be? You think he'd come to see you?" Kelly's voice was thick with sarcasm, as if she had just heard something ridiculous. "You've been caught sneaking around with someone else, and I'm not letting this slide so easily!<br /> <br /> "I'm going to show Nathan just how low you can go!" Kelly declared, her resolve unwavering. "I'm calling him right now to come over!"<br /> <br /> Cynthia couldn't absorb a word. Her mind went blank.<br /> <br /> If Nathan had spent the entire night in the hospital, then who was the man who had been so ptootshieionately entwined with her last night?<br /> <br /> A sudden realization made Cynthia's face darken.<br /> <br /> She had been set up!<br /> <br /> Yesterday was their three-year wedding anniversary, and Nathan surprisingly messaged her to meet at a hotel.<br /> <br /> Overjoyed and without a second thought, Cynthia rushed over. But when she arrived, Nathan texted to say he would be late and even ordered her some takeout.<br /> <br /> Cynthia, not sensing anything amiss and simply savoring the food, didn't expect to completely lose consciousness after finishing her meal. And that man last night...<br /> <br /> As Cynthia thought about everything that happened last night, her face turned deathly pale. 'How could this happen?'<br /> <br /> "Nathan already hates you for taking Jessica's place, and now, he'll never forgive you!" Kelly said triumphantly after a quick phone call. She stood firmly in Cynthia's path, blocking her exit.<br /> <br /> Cynthia hadn't even considered leaving. She felt a chill run down her spine. Besides, there weren't many people who could send a message using Nathan's phone.<br /> <br /> Soon, Nathan hurried down the corridor. "Kelly, did you need something from me?"<br /> <br /> He glanced at Cynthia with impatience. "What are you doing here? Jessica is still in the hospital. What are you up to now?"<br /> <br /> "I..." Cynthia opened her mouth, her mind in turmoil, unsure how to respond to him.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, I called you here," Kelly interjected eagerly. "I just so happened to see Cynthia sneaking out of a hotel room with some guy. It's serious, so I had to tell you."<br /> <br /> Nathan's face darkened instantly. "Cynthia, is it true?"<br /> <br /> "Would you believe me if I say I was framed?" Cynthia's eyes held a flicker of hope. "It was you who..."<br /> <br /> A smack came!<br /> <br /> Nathan's hand struck her face with a resounding slap, his expression cold and detached.<br /> <br /> "Pathetic! Why would anyone frame you?" Nathan's eyes blazed with anger at the sight of the red marks on Cynthia's arms.<br /> <br /> Even if he had no feelings for Cynthia, she was still his wife in name. This was nothing but a shame to him.<br /> <br /> Kelly watched with a smirk, stirring the pot. "Exactly, you must be delusional to think someone's out to get you.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, she's just lashing out because you're nice to Jessica. I caught her once, but who knows how many times she's cheated on you. Wake up, man."<br /> <br /> "What else do you have to say?" Nathan's gaze was filled with disgust.<br /> <br /> "What can I say?" Cynthia touched her burning cheek, a cold despair settling in her heart. She looked at Nathan, fighting the urge to laugh bitterly. "Nathan, don't you even want to ask why I ended up here?"<br /> <br /> It was ridiculous that her husband seemed to be solely dedicated to helping others deceive her.<br /> <br /> Nathan's eyes were full of disgust. "What exactly are you trying to say?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt utterly disheartened. She held up her phone, emphasizing each word. "Your phone sent me a message to come here. I trusted it and showed up. Did you text me, Nathan?"<br /> <br /> Nathan's gaze flickered. Last night, after getting treated, Jessica borrowed his phone...<br /> <br /> "It seems you know now who it was." Cynthia noticed his evasive look and had her suspicions. She smiled through her tears, "Nathan, I'm your wife. I'm the one being framed."<br /> <br /> Kelly quickly interjected, "Nathan, don't fall for her act. She's just looking for an excuse..."<br /> <br /> "This is between me and my husband. It's not your place to interfere," Cynthia retorted, showing her temper in front of Nathan for the first time.<br /> <br /> "You..." Kelly was furious and about to retort.<br /> <br /> However, Nathan had made up his mind at that moment. "I sent the text. I got tied up, sure, but that's no excuse for you cheating!"<br /> <br /> "It seems this is your choice, then." Cynthia's heart turned cold. Despite knowing she was wronged, he still chose to defend that hypocritical woman. She couldn't believe this was the man she loved.<br /> <br /> Nathan didn't show any sign of guilt. "Cynthia, it's you who fooled around with another man. Who else is there to blame?"<br /> <br /> Even though he felt somewhat uncomfortable about what Jessica did, he still firmly sided with her.<br /> <br /> "I was blind to have trusted the wrong person."<br /> <br /> Cynthia closed her eyes, and when she opened them moments later, they were clear and resolved. "Nathan, let's get a divorce."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> "Cynthia, what on earth are you thinking?" Nathan frowned slightly while Kelly's eyes flickered with surprise.<br /> <br /> Cynthia gave a self-mocking smile. "Nathan, I'm not someone who clings to what I can't have. Remember, I'm the one walking away from you, not the other way around."<br /> <br /> With those words, Cynthia felt a sudden clarity in her heart.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, you're the one who messed up, but here you are, playing word games. Are you threatening Nathan?" Kelly said, secretly pleased.<br /> <br /> Cynthia glanced coldly at her. "Kelly, sometimes, you should just stay quiet."<br /> <br /> But Nathan's response caught Cynthia off guard. "I don't agree to the divorce."<br /> <br /> Cynthia let out a bitter laugh. "Isn't this what you've always wanted? Now that I'm stepping aside, you can be with Jessica happily ever after. Why disagree?<br /> <br /> "Or is there something more you're after, something you haven't gotten from me yet?" Cynthia's tone shifted, causing a subtle change in the expressions of the two before her.<br /> <br /> She didn't think herself so self-absorbed to believe Nathan still had feelings for her. Their reactions pretty much confirmed her suspicions.<br /> <br /> "I guess I was right." Cynthia curled up her lips. "So, Nathan, what's it gonna take for you to sign those divorce papers?"<br /> <br /> Nathan's eyes were deep and solemn. At this point, there was nothing left to hide. "Jessica's really sick, Cynthia, and you're the only one who can donate a kidney to save her. That's my only condition. Help her, and you won't regret it, I promise."<br /> <br /> Cynthia was thunderstruck, her voice hoarse with disbelief. "You mean, this whole time...you were just after my kidney?"<br /> <br /> "Jessica is the only one Nathan loves. Why else would he marry you if not to save her?" Kelly sneered, and Nathan's look confirmed that she was right.<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt a chill in her heart. It all made sense now. Nathan had initially balked at his grandfather Mark Richardson's suggestion of marrying Cynthia. He had been adamant about marrying Jessica instead, only to abruptly change his mind when Cynthia was nearly ready to walk away.<br /> <br /> She had hoped that, over time, Nathan might come to love her. But she realized now that from the very start, he had been scheming for her kidney!<br /> <br /> "Cynthia," Nathan said, softening his tone deliberately. "Just help me out this one time, and I promise to keep today's drama under wraps. I'll make it worth your while, enough to start over somewhere far away."<br /> <br /> "In your dreams, Nathan." Cynthia emphasized each word. "Sure, I had feelings for you, but not enough to degrade myself like this."<br /> <br /> "Looks like you choose the hard way." Nathan, never one with a good temper, immediately hardened his stance. "If you refuse to donate a kidney to Jessica, I will absolutely not agree to the divorce."<br /> <br /> Cynthia laughed angrily and retorted, "Fine by me. Do you have any idea how hard I worked to marry you? If you want to grow old with me, then so be it."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia!" Nathan's face soured. He was about to speak when Cynthia ruthlessly cut him off.<br /> <br /> "I just give you one chance, Nathan. Be at the Courthouse entrance at 9 AM sharp tomorrow. If you don't show up..."<br /> <br /> Cynthia smirked coldly. "Then even better. Jessica can forget about marrying into the Richardson family. And I'll make sure to remind you that you'll be a cuckolds for the rest of your life!"<br /> <br /> With that, Cynthia turned and left, not bothering to give Nathan or Kelly a second glance.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, what if she refuses the surgery? What about Jessica?" Kelly, watching Cynthia's retreating figure, feigned urgency.<br /> <br /> Nathan's gaze was deep. "Don't worry. I'll find a way to make her agree."<br /> <br /> As Cynthia stepped out of the hotel, a sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom suddenly pulled up, blocking her path.<br /> <br /> The window rolled down, showing a woman in her forties, still exuding charm, a face often seen on financial news.<br /> <br /> "You're right on time, Mom." Recognizing the woman, Cynthia wasn't surprised at all, her voice and posture shifting to something more dignified.<br /> <br /> "Get in," Heather Brooks said calmly.<br /> <br /> With a deep breath, Cynthia got into the back seat. Throughout the ride, they hardly talked to each other.<br /> <br /> In Litharia, Jenkins Villa stood majestically in the most coveted scenic area, home to the affluent Jenkins family.<br /> <br /> "I've heard the story between you and Nathan. So, have you finally seen Nathan's true colors?"<br /> <br /> In the living room of Jenkins Villa, Heather sipped her coffee, looking at Cynthia indifferently. "It's time for you to come back and take over the family business."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Heather had five children, and aside from her only daughter, Cynthia, the other four sons kept their identities hidden, excelling in their fields but refusing to take over the family business.<br /> <br /> Left with no other option, Heather pinned her hopes on Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Cynthia breathed deeply, only then realizing that she had been under her mother's watchful eye for these past three years.<br /> <br /> It wasn't surprising, though. Since her father's death, the Jenkins family had been fragmented. Heather wasn't truly a Jenkins. Although she had been holding the reins, she was surrounded by those eyeing her position. Eventually, Heather had grown accustomed to keeping everything under her control, leaving no stone unturned.<br /> <br /> "It's not possible right now," Cynthia said somewhat helplessly.<br /> <br /> Heather's eyes narrowed as she spoke firmly. "What, you still have feelings for him?"<br /> <br /> "Of course not," Cynthia couldn't help but laugh dryly. "Mom, I just need some time to divorce him. I promise, after the divorce, I will definitely return to the Jenkins family."<br /> <br /> Cynthia mused, why did she ever waste three years pining for Nathan?<br /> <br /> Getting the response she wanted, Heather nodded in satisfaction. "That's more like a Jenkins girl. Also..."<br /> <br /> "What is it?" Seeing Heather hesitating to speak, Cynthia was curious.<br /> <br /> Heather spoke steadily. "The man you slept with at the hotel, do you recall who he is?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia's expression froze, and she remained silent.<br /> <br /> "I'm thinking about finding this man. If he's decent enough, we could welcome him into the family. The Jenkins can certainly afford to support one more. This would also solidify your position in the family."<br /> <br /> What Heather left unsaid was that if the man was not up to her standard, the consequences were obvious.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was at a loss for words. She didn't even know how to argue with that.<br /> <br /> Back in her room, Cynthia lay on the bed, overwhelmed. What happened today was more thrilling than her life during the past three years combined.<br /> <br /> She absently played with the cufflink in her hand, a lone clue left by the mysterious man from the previous night.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, Cynthia realized something and sat up abruptly. The cufflink was a limited edition, and her brother, the third sir of the Jenkins, Eric Jenkins, also a leading designer, might know its origin.<br /> <br /> Without hesitation, Cynthia called Eric.<br /> <br /> "Thia, you've finally taken your eyes off that idiot, huh? What's up?" Eric's voice was cheerful over the phone.<br /> <br /> Cynthia couldn't help but smile, "Starting today, Nathan and I have nothing to do with each other. We're getting divorced tomorrow."<br /> <br /> At that moment, in the midst of a major international jewelry show, Eric sat up straight. "What? What on earth happened to make the blind girl finally see the light?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia laughed. "Come on, stop kidding. Are you free right now? I could really use your help. Check your messages. I've sent you a picture. Can you figure out where this thing's from?"<br /> <br /> The next morning, outside the Courthouse, Nathan stood with a stern expression. He arrived on time and had been waiting for two hours without a glimpse of Cynthia.<br /> <br /> His calls went unanswered, and just as his patience was running thin, Cynthia finally arrived.<br /> <br /> She was dressed to the nines, radiant and elegant, a stark contrast to her former self. Nathan almost didn't recognize her at first sight.<br /> <br /> "What now? Getting cold feet about the divorce?" Seeing Cynthia slowly making her appearance, Nathan thought she regretted her decision not to divorce and had dressed up like this to win him back, feeling smug.<br /> <br /> "Getting cold feet? Why do I have to?" Cynthia touched her earring. She had intentionally made Nathan wait outside today.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was certain that Nathan wouldn't leave as long as his goal remained unmet, even if it meant waiting there all day.<br /> <br /> Nathan snorted, "As long as you're willing to help Jessica, we can still be friends."<br /> <br /> "What are you thinking? We're getting divorced and you still think we can be friends?" Cynthia scoffed dismissively. "You know what, Nathan? I've changed my mind. Why should I rely on a man who's after my organs? There are plenty of decent men out there, like that guy from the hotel. I'm quite satisfied with him."<br /> <br /> Even if Nathan had once saved her life, the help she had given him secretly over the past three years was more than enough to settle any debt.<br /> <br /> "Shameless!" Nathan didn't expect Cynthia to change her attitude so quickly, grinding his teeth in anger.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was unapologetic. "And what about you? Let's go. I can hardly wait."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Half an hour later, the two emerged from the Courthouse. Cynthia held the divorce papers, knowing that from now on, her marriage to Nathan was officially over.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, my offer is always on the table. When you're ready, you know where to find me," Nathan said, glancing at Cynthia, his words laced with implication.<br /> <br /> He had always thought that Cynthia came from a modest background. The financial security he could provide was something he thought Cynthia couldn't earn in a lifetime.<br /> <br /> Cynthia scoffed, "Dream on, Nathan. That day will never come."<br /> <br /> Nathan was about to respond when his expression suddenly changed. He quickly descended the steps, leaving Cynthia behind.<br /> <br /> "Jessica? What are you doing here?"<br /> <br /> At the foot of the steps, a girl with an innocent appearance and long hair cascading over her shoulders rushed toward them. Her face was ghostly pale. It was Jessica, the one Nathan always held dear.<br /> <br /> In just a few short steps, Jessica was panting.<br /> <br /> Nathan, heart aching, wrapped his arms around Jessica, gently stroking her back to help her catch her breath.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had had enough of their closeness. She was ready to leave then and there.<br /> <br /> "Wait up, Cynthia, please, just a sec," Jessica panted, rushing to intercept Cynthia.<br /> <br /> "Do you need something?" Cynthia asked indifferently, causing Nathan to frown.<br /> <br /> Jessica bit her lip. "I... I'm sorry about Nathan. He's always saying the opposite of what he feels. He really cares about you, you know. The last thing I want is for you guys to split."<br /> <br /> Seeing Jessica's meekness, Nathan felt a twinge of pain. "Jessica, you don't have to apologize for me."<br /> <br /> "Nathan's right. Why do you think you can apologize on his behalf?" Cynthia looked at Jessica, whose facade of innocence was grating on her.<br /> <br /> It's all my fault. He's been tough on you because he's worried about my condition. Can you just let it slide this time? I don't have much time left, and...I really hope there's someone by his side when I'm gone.<br /> <br /> Cynthia smiled, "It seems you're quite aware of your own health condition. You two are really close, right? Then how could you bear to push him towards me?"<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, don't push your luck," Nathan said, his face clouding over.<br /> <br /> Jessica bit her lip. "Nathan and I are just friends. I genuinely wish you two to patch things up."<br /> <br /> "But the divorce is already final," Cynthia said deliberately.<br /> <br /> Jessica quickly suggested. "But if there's a chance, why not consider remarriage?"<br /> <br /> "You're really looking out for us, huh? Do you even believe what you're saying?" Cynthia scoffed. She was done playing along and decided to confront the truth head-on. "You don't want us back together, Jessica. You're worried that if we divorce, Nathan won't be able to control me to get you a kidney transplant in time before finding a new donor. Sorry, but I'm not budging. I won't let you get your way."<br /> <br /> "It's not like that, Cynthia. You've got it all wrong. I would never..." She shook her head vigorously, looking utterly wronged.<br /> <br /> Cynthia smirked. "You may not do it yourself, but you're great at hinting. I believe someone would do it for you."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, this was all my idea. What does it have to do with Jessica? Back off," Nathan said, his expression darkening as he quickly jumped to Jessica's defense.<br /> <br /> Cynthia sneered, "Funny, I didn't even mention a name. But since you care so much for each other, why not make it official? The city hall is just around the corner. Why wait? Go get married today.<br /> <br /> "At least you're his wife when you are gone, Jessica. Isn't that right?"<br /> <br /> Jessica's eyes flickered with unreadable emotion, and she still played innocent. "Cynthia, Nathan and I are really just good friends. I'm getting worse. After years without a matching kidney donor, I've given up hope."<br /> <br /> "So, I'm your only hope, huh? No wonder you're so desperate to having me stay," Cynthia said bluntly, cutting to the heart of the matter.<br /> <br /> Jessica, overwhelmed with frustration and unable to counter Cynthia's relentless words, suddenly collapsed.<br /> <br /> "Jessica, Jessica!" Nathan held her in his arms, calling her name repeatedly, but Jessica showed no response.<br /> <br /> "How convenient to ptootshie out at this moment." Cynthia noted with a smile.<br /> <br /> Nathan glared at Cynthia, scooping Jessica up in his arms, and warned sternly, "If anything happens to Jessica, Cynthia, I'll never forgive you."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Having said that, Nathan hurriedly carried Jessica to the car and headed for the hospital.<br /> <br /> Cynthia, unfazed, turned and drove towards Richardson Villa to pack her things.<br /> <br /> She had lived in Richardson Villa for three years. Three years ago, she was overjoyed, thinking she had finally found the person from her childhood.<br /> <br /> It was she who had saved Nathan from danger, even daring to bet with Heather and hiding her identity to marry into the Richardson family. She tiptoed through life there, desperately trying to fit in.<br /> <br /> Yet, throughout all those three years, the Richardsons never accepted her as one of them, always leaving her feeling like an outsider no matter how hard she tried.<br /> <br /> Cynthia finally realized that Nathan had been insincere from the start. Reflecting on it now, she just couldn't believe how naive she had been, viewing everything through the rose-colored gltootshiees of her childhood memories.<br /> <br /> Luckily, she had finally woken up. There was no going back to this family for her.<br /> <br /> As she entered the living room, Kelly stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at her with a smug expression.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was not surprised. A month ago, Nathan had brazenly brought the Dixon sisters back to live in Richardson Villa.<br /> <br /> Nathan's mother, Sharon Richardson, had been completely charmed by them, never showing Cynthia any kindness.<br /> <br /> Looking down on Cynthia, Kelly gloated. "Cynthia, you're already divorced from Nathan. Why do you even show your face here?<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I'm talking to you! Do you think playing deaf and dumb will get you through? Shameless." Kelly stood in the middle of the staircase, arms crossed, saying sternly.<br /> <br /> Cynthia glanced at her indifferently. "You know very well that who's the shameless one. Move aside."<br /> <br /> "What if I don't?" Kelly smirked triumphantly. "You are nothing but a discarded wife, and yet you dare to be arrogant in front of me. If you want me to step aside, beg for it."<br /> <br /> "Kelly, I really admire your reckless courage," Cynthia said with a light laugh. "I haven't even bothered with you yet, and here you are, stepping right into the crosshairs."<br /> <br /> Kelly didn't take Cynthia's words seriously, her eyes filled with scorn. "You think you can intimidate me, Cynthia? Really, what do you think you're capable of?"<br /> <br /> A sharp glint flashed in Cynthia's eyes as she spoke calmly. "A minor actress shamelessly moves into a married man's house, and within a month, the young couple is divorced. I wonder, if this little scandal hits the headlines, how your fans will react. Will they stand by you, or will they turn their backs, dragging your name through the mud?"<br /> <br /> Kelly, a mediocre graduate from a film academy with unremarkable looks and talent, had only managed to carve a niche for herself in showbiz with Nathan's financial support. She was, at best, a second-tier star, and her position in the entertainment world was what she valued most.<br /> <br /> Sure enough, Kelly's face changed drastically at these words. "Cynthia, are you threatening me?"<br /> <br /> "Right, I am threatening you," Cynthia admitted. "Better watch your step with me. If not, I'll make sure this story goes public. You've got plenty of enemies itching for a scoop like this. I wonder how many fans will stick by you after that."<br /> <br /> "You wouldn't dare!" Kelly's face betrayed a flash of panic.<br /> <br /> Cynthia scoffed, "Try me. I've got nothing to hide. You're the one who should be worried, not me. Don't believe me? Go ahead, push your luck!"<br /> <br /> Perhaps it was her tolerance over these past three years that had given these people the audacity to challenge her.<br /> <br /> Having said that, Cynthia pushed past Kelly's shoulder, striding upstairs to her room, leaving Kelly standing there in fury.<br /> <br /> The master room was divided into two parts - a study and a bedroom. Nathan never spent the night in the bedroom, and the study was more like a shared area for the two.<br /> <br /> In less than half an hour, Cynthia had packed her things. After three years, all she had filled was one suitcase and a backpack. Looking at them, she almost wanted to laugh.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, she remembered a pen of hers in the study. As she went in to retrieve it, she noticed a document on the desk.<br /> <br /> Her eyes fell on the paper. It was a bidding proposal from Nathan's company for a project under the Jenkins Group.<br /> <br /> Cynthia almost laughed. In the past, if she had seen this document, she would have secretly helped, arranging for the Jenkins Group to internally fix the bid to help Nathan secure the project.<br /> <br /> But now, seeing the proposal, Cynthia smiled, promising herself to give Nathan a surprise.<br /> <br /> After packing her things, Cynthia, dragging her suitcase, was about to leave when suddenly someone appeared at the door.<br /> <br /> "Don't worry, I'm all packed and I won't be back," Cynthia said indifferently. To her, Nathan had become less significant than a stranger.<br /> <br /> Nathan snorted, "That's it? That's all you have to say?"<br /> <br /> "What more is there between us?" Cynthia couldn't help but laugh. "The fact that you're standing here means Jessica is still alive. Now, if you don't mind, step aside. I'm hurried to move out."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I never realized how sharp-tongued you could be," Nathan said coldly, staring at the person before him. "Before you leave, you must apologize to Kelly!"<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> "Why should I apologize?" Cynthia released her suitcase, her eyes brimming with mockery. "Really, Nathan? Isn't Jessica enough for you? Or are you trying to have them both?"<br /> <br /> Nathan was close to losing his temper. "What nonsense are you talking about? Kelly is like a sister to me, nothing more!"<br /> <br /> "That's a question you should be asking your dear mother, not me," Cynthia said, uninterested in arguing further.<br /> <br /> Sharon had always favored the Dixon sisters. While Jessica was delicate and often sick, Sharon secretly hoped Kelly would be Nathan's wife. Nathan, however, was completely oblivious to this.<br /> <br /> Nathan took a deep breath, trying to keep his anger in check. He needed to remember why he was here. His voice softened but still carried a hint of superiority. "Listen, Cynthia, I'm here to make a deal with you. If you agree to donate a kidney to Jessica, I'll compensate you."<br /> <br /> "Compensate? How much?" Cynthia's tone was full of mockery, but Nathan, oblivious, thought she was actually considering it.<br /> <br /> "Forty thousand dollars, Cynthia. That's way more than you'd make in years," Nathan said, confident in his proposition, believing that to Cynthia, 40 thousand dollars was a fortune.<br /> <br /> Cynthia burst into uncontrollable laughter, almost crying with mirth.<br /> <br /> Nathan, infuriated and embarrtootshieed, demanded, "What's so funny?"<br /> <br /> It took Cynthia a while to compose herself. She spoke slowly, "Your absurd daydreams, Nathan. And how clueless you are about your own ignorance. Here's my offer. Four million dollars for Kelly's kidney. Convince her. It's way more than she could make in years."<br /> <br /> "Enough! If you want more, just say it. Stop pretending," Nathan said, looking at her as if she were insane.<br /> <br /> Cynthia calmly replied, "Believe it or not, that's your problem. I'll say this one last time. I will never donate a kidney to Jessica. This is it. We're done!"<br /> <br /> With that, she dragged her suitcase past Nathan.<br /> <br /> From behind, Nathan called out confidently. "Cynthia, one day you'll come back to me for money!"<br /> <br /> "In your dreams," Cynthia retorted without turning back just as she was about to leave. Suddenly, a man approached her head-on.<br /> <br /> Their eyes met unexpectedly, and Cynthia was momentarily startled. The man was tall, easily six foot three, with a straight nose and strikingly handsome features. What caught the attention most, however, were his deep eyes that could easily draw someone in without them realizing it.<br /> <br /> This was Nathan's younger uncle, Lawrence Richardson.<br /> <br /> The moment Lawrence saw Cynthia's face clearly, his brow twitched subtly. His look was complex, unreadable, like a sharp sword fixed on her face, shrouded in mystery.<br /> <br /> Cynthia guessed that Lawrence might have overheard her argument with Nathan and was reacting to it. She nodded casually, keeping her cool.<br /> <br /> Within a few seconds, Lawrence masked his emotions, his eyes settling into a serene calmness. They continued walking, merely brushing past each other.<br /> <br /> However, in that brief moment of ptootshieing, Cynthia's expression changed dramatically. Subconsciously, she slowed her pace, her eyes drawn to Lawrence's suit.<br /> <br /> The left sleeve of his gray, tailor-made suit sported a unique sapphire cufflink, exuding a subtle elegance. However, the right sleeve was conspicuously bare, missing its matching piece.<br /> <br /> In an instant, Cynthia felt utterly disheveled, as if a tornado had just swept through her world.<br /> <br /> "Thia, about that thing you asked me to look into, I think I'm onto something." Eric's voice rose teasingly from the other end of the phone, deliberately keeping her in suspense.<br /> <br /> Stopped at a red light, Cynthia sat in her Ferrari, her mind elsewhere. "No need to guess. I've figured it out."<br /> <br /> "Oh, really?" Eric sounded genuinely surprised. "I haven't even told you yet. How did you know?"<br /> <br /> "Just forget about it." Cynthia pressed her temples, weary. "Eric, let's pretend I never asked. Focus on your work. Bye."<br /> <br /> Before Eric could respond, Cynthia reclined in her seat, her head throbbing. The way Lawrence had looked at her earlier made her wonder...if he had recognized her.<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Cynthia couldn't help but feel relieved. Luckily, she was already divorced. Otherwise, bumping into him all the time would've been too awkward to handle.<br /> <br /> Just as she returned to Jenkins Villa, the butler immediately approached her to report that Heather was waiting for her in the upstairs study. Cynthia, with a resigned smile, handed her things over to a servant and made her way upstairs.<br /> <br /> "Back already?" Heather, surrounded by a mountain of papers, glanced up and gave a small nod. "Everything sorted?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia smiled freely, "I've got the divorce papers, and all my stuff is moved back. There's no need for further contact."<br /> <br /> She sat down in front of Heather's desk, tentatively starting the conversation. "Mom, I heard the Jenkins Group is starting the bidding process for the project in the Grimes Group? Have we made a decision yet?"<br /> <br /> Heather looked up, her stern gaze softening a bit as she scrutinized Cynthia. "The bidding is set for next week. So far, we haven't found the right fit yet. What's got you interested all of a sudden?<br /> <br /> "Right, you said before that after the divorce, you would return to the Jenkins Group and take over my place. Are you ready to step up now?" Heather reminded her again.<br /> <br /> Cynthia smiled wryly, "Running the Jenkins Group can wait a bit. I've been out of the game for three years. Jumping in headfirst might just show off my rust. I'm thinking of starting with the Grimes Group project, you know, to get my feet wet. Gotta ease into it."<br /> <br /> "Why bother with all that? You've got the talent," Heather disagreed, confident in Cynthia's abilities.<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt somewhat helpless but still stood her ground. "We need to let the old guard get used to the idea. If I swoop in right after coming back, who knows how many troubles they might throw in my way. Even if I can handle it, it's still a htootshiele."<br /> <br /> Heather looked at her for a long moment before giving in. "Alright, have it your way. But get up to speed fast. I can't hold off for long."<br /> <br /> "Okay, I won't let you down," Cynthia said with a slight smile, her gaze drifting to the scenery outside the window.<br /> <br /> In the VIP ward of the rehabilitation hospital, all the nurses knew Jessica in Room 5 had a super devoted boyfriend. But inside that room, the truth was a whole other story.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, don't be so impulsive. Cynthia's a good girl, really. You should be nicer to her." Jessica leaned against the headboard, her face ghostly pale.<br /> <br /> Nathan strongly disagreed, "Jessica, don't be fooled by her. Remember what she did to you? And how she spoke to Kelly? She's just a troublemaker, trust me."<br /> <br /> Jessica smiled gently, placing her hand on Nathan's back. "She just cares too much about you. Look, my body... It's not great. You should focus on your life, not mine.<br /> <br /> "I want you two to get back together. Let her be there for you. That way, I can go peacefully, knowing you're not alone."<br /> <br /> "Jessica..." Nathan's heart sank as he looked at her, her selflessness only deepening his pain. "Don't say that. We're going to beat this, okay?"<br /> <br /> Jessica's eyes were downcast as she feigned nonchalance. "At this point, unless we find a kidney that matches, there's no hope. Please, I don't want you to be worried about me anymore."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia's a match. Leave it to me, I'll talk to her," Nathan said confidently.<br /> <br /> Jessica quickly shook her head. "Don't push her, okay? If she's not up to it, I won't accept it either."<br /> <br /> "You're just too kind..." Nathan became even more determined to get Cynthia's agreement. He was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang.<br /> <br /> "hecko, is this Mr. Nathan Richardson from the Richardson Group? This is the Jenkins Group. We've gone through your proposal, and our head would like to talk with you one on one.<br /> <br /> Nathan was overjoyed upon hearing this. Getting along with the Jenkins could elevate his status in the Richardson family.<br /> <br /> He mouthed "the Jenkins Group" to Jessica, who also looked pleasantly surprised.<br /> <br /> "Can you do this afternoon?" The person from the Jenkins Group had already set the time.<br /> <br /> Nathan hesitated as he looked at Jessica's beautiful yet pale face. "This afternoon?" He had promised to spend the entire day with Jessica.<br /> <br /> The ward fell silent. Noticing Nathan's hesitation, Jessica smiled and waved her hand, signaling him not to worry about her and to quickly agree. Urged by Jessica, Nathan awkwardly consented.<br /> <br /> He hung up the phone, his expression clouded. "Jessica, I..."<br /> <br /> Jessica spoke with understanding. "Come on, you've been working so hard on this project, and now you've got a chance you just can't ptootshie up."<br /> <br /> "But I promised to spend the whole day with you today," Nathan said, his brow furrowing with guilt.<br /> <br /> "Don't be silly, I'll be fine, and Kelly will come over this afternoon," Jessica said, her eyes glistening. "How about this? If you feel guilty, make it up to me by spending all day with me tomorrow."<br /> <br /> Nathan's heart softened. "Okay, I'll also come over early tonight. Just take care of yourself, okay?"<br /> <br /> Once Nathan left, Jessica watched his retreating figure, a complex emotion hidden in her eyes.<br /> <br /> The Jenkins Group towered in the heart of the bustling city center, occupying an entire office building. Nathan, full of ambition, walked in, trying to calm his emotions, determined to present his best self in the upcoming meeting.<br /> <br /> A staff member knocked and led him into the reception room.<br /> <br /> Behind the wooden desk, the rotating chair was turned away from the door. The project manager, with her back to him, tapped her left hand lightly on the desk, casting a silent but palpable tension in the air.<br /> <br /> Nathan hadn't felt this nervous in a long time. He steadied his nerves and put on a composed smile. "hecko, I'm Nathan from the Richardson Group. We have an appointment this morning. Here is the Richardson Group's proposal for the Grimes Group project."<br /> <br /> A moment ptootshieed, and then a clear, confident voice answered, "Mr. Richardson, pleased to meet you." As the chair swiveled around, Nathan finally saw the project manager's face. At that moment, his eyes widened in surprise.<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Nathan blurted out without thinking, "Cynthia?"<br /> <br /> "What?" Cynthia's expression was cold, her brows slightly furrowed.<br /> <br /> Nathan finally got a good look at her.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was clad in a sharp white suit, and her short chestnut hair framed her face, exuding a sense of authority.<br /> <br /> "Sorry, my mistake. Thought you were someone else," Nathan quickly apologized, swiftly denying his initial thought. He didn't think that this woman, with such control over her surroundings, could be Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Yet, her face resembled Cynthia's so closely.<br /> <br /> "Is that so?" Cynthia responded indifferently. "Enough for the small talk, let's discuss your proposal, shall we?" She got straight into the point.<br /> <br /> Nathan, not lacking in professional skills, quickly engaged in the conversation, explaining his planning concepts in detail. Cynthia interjected occasionally with her opinions and pointed out potential problems in implementation, asking Nathan for solutions.<br /> <br /> The two of them conversed back and forth, thoroughly enjoying their discussion.<br /> <br /> "I'll take the Richardson Group proposal into careful consideration," Cynthia stated, neatly wrapping up their conversation.<br /> <br /> Nathan felt a thrill of hope at the prospect of collaboration.<br /> <br /> As their business talk concluded, Nathan couldn't help but take a few more glances at her. Driven by an inexplicable urge, he blurted out, "Do you happen to know a woman named Cynthia?"<br /> <br /> After the question, Nathan immediately regretted it, wishing he could take back his words.<br /> <br /> He was about to change the subject when Cynthia's next statement wiped the smile off his face.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia? I'm quite familiar with her."<br /> <br /> Observing Nathan's transformation from shock to utter disbelief, Cynthia chuckled internally while maintaining her apparent composure. "Surprised?"<br /> <br /> "I just didn't expect that you would actually know her," Nathan replied, staring at the woman who bore a striking resemblance to Cynthia yet with a distinctly different vibe. He couldn't help but wonder if there were really two people so similar in this world.<br /> <br /> He was filled with confusion, unable to fathom how Cynthia, with her humble background, could be connected to a project manager of the Jenkins Group.<br /> <br /> He was about to ask for details when Cynthia interjected coldly, "Mr. Richardson, let's end it here for today. I've gone over your proposal. I'll get back to you with my decision after the seminar. I've got several other meetings lined up."<br /> <br /> Since she had said that, and Nathan was no slouch at picking up cues, he quickly stood up and humbly said, "Then I'll look forward to hearing from you. I'll get going now."<br /> <br /> "Take care."<br /> <br /> As Nathan left, Cynthia sneered. She couldn't help but find amusement in Nathan's hesitant, almost fearful demeanor.<br /> <br /> Finishing her work at the office, she decided it was time to head home.<br /> <br /> In the underground parking lot, Cynthia was searching for her car with the key in hand.<br /> <br /> She hadn't walked far when she suddenly noticed someone standing not far away. The moment their eyes met, Cynthia's smile froze.<br /> <br /> The man was tall, strikingly handsome, and it was none other than Lawrence!<br /> <br /> Cynthia's mouth twitched as she forced composure, averting her gaze and steeling herself as she located her car.<br /> <br /> Pretending not to recognize him, she tried to get in her car and leave. Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps froze her in place. A few seconds later, Lawrence stood in front of her car, halting her movements completely. Cynthia could feel the stare.<br /> <br /> Taking a deep breath, Cynthia turned around, offering a polite smile, "Mr. Richardson, is there something you need?"<br /> <br /> Although Lawrence was Nathan's uncle, the two had actually only met once at Cynthia and Nathan's wedding three years ago. Cynthia had no idea why he would want to see her now.<br /> <br /> Lawrence stood there silently, his gaze so penetrating that it alarmed Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Just as she started to suspect he had seen through her, Lawrence smiled faintly, "Your car is blocking the way."<br /> <br /> It was only then that Cynthia noticed her vehicle was parked right behind a sleek Jaguar.	LEARN_MORE	https://www.yumread.com/share/middle/h1s052yjjngiy	101489936134366	OasisStory	https://facebook.com/100087803393468	26,741	1	418,974,820,898,617	2024-04-29 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	0	Learn more	OasisStory	120207915054880455	www.yumread.com	NONE	video		https://www.yumread.com/share/middle/h1s052yjjngiylt1gjmuhgwr?ad_id={{ad.id}}&sid=120207914929150455&campaign={{campaign.name}}&adgroup={{adset.name}}	2024-04-29 07:43	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/439130797_1154074559064772_9123780547651782608_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=l8EG60vRuhkAb5B0lcd&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AfBaE8CANKHYij0Sne35zijMFYcG-QeaWDJ-nJT-WOUyOg&oe=6635F709	person_profile	0	OasisStory	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/439127101_1135358277607789_4118439749299570416_n.jpg?_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=MOKD9vzoLDUAb60IIGQ&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&oh=00_AfDh-kIKGVe1-0QpexSUmGYqiOt4wqBdunh5VbeWOvT1PA&oe=66360FBF	0	3	OasisStory	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,616,205	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	413322014989777	📚📚Title "Regret's All You Get"🥰👉	In the presidential suite of the Winson Hotel in Litharia, a breathtakingly beautiful woman lay in bed. Her delicate skin was mostly hidden under a sheer blanket, with only her arms peeking out, bearing the faint red traces of a night filled with ptootshieion.<br /> <br /> Cynthia Jenkins stirred, letting out a soft moan as she woke from her deep sleep. She tried to get up, but her body, still weary and sore, sank back onto the bed.<br /> <br /> Memories from the night before came rushing back, bringing a faint smile to her face. For the first time in their three-year marriage, she and her husband, Nathan Richardson, had made love.<br /> <br /> She noticed Nathan wasn't in the room, and a tinge of disappointment flickered across her face, quickly replaced by composure.<br /> <br /> At the beginning of their marriage, Nathan had been distant, rarely showing any affection. Cynthia couldn't help but wonder if last night marked a turning point, a sign that he had finally accepted her.<br /> <br /> With a flicker of hope, Cynthia rose cheerfully from the bed. The moment her bare feet touched the cold floor, she felt a sudden chill.<br /> <br /> Picking up a blue sapphire cufflink, oddly shaped and shimmering, from the floor, Cynthia widened her eyes in surprise. 'Could this be Nathan's?'<br /> <br /> Thinking of this, Cynthia smiled and placed the cufflink in her bag. Then, she went to freshen up herself before returning home.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had barely stepped out of the door when she ran into an unexpected visitor.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia?" The woman in front of her, dressed in a crisp white dress and possessing a sharp, piercing voice, was Kelly Dixon, the second lady of the Dixon family.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had always been at odds with the Dixon sisters. Jessica Dixon, the eldest lady of the family, was Nathan's first love. But today, Cynthia was in a good mood. "Kelly, what a surprise to see you here."<br /> <br /> "Indeed." Kelly sized up Cynthia with a mocking smile. "If I had arrived a bit earlier or later, I might have missed catching you in the act."<br /> <br /> She pointed at the red marks on Cynthia's arms with disdain. "What is this? You shameless woman! How dare you fooling around with other men behind Nathan's back!"<br /> <br /> Cynthia frowned, "What are you talking about?"<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I've always known you're shameless, clinging to Nathan. But I never pegged you as someone who'd stoop this low." Kelly's eyes sparkled with the thrill of uncovering a juicy piece of gossip. "Are you really going to say these marks are from a night with Nathan?"<br /> <br /> Before Cynthia could utter a word, Kelly cut her off. "Please, cut the act. Nathan was at the hospital last night, staying by my sister's side. He was too busy to even catch a nap, much less waste time on someone like you."<br /> <br /> Cynthia's face changed dramatically. "Nathan was at the hospital?"<br /> <br /> "Where else would he be? You think he'd come to see you?" Kelly's voice was thick with sarcasm, as if she had just heard something ridiculous. "You've been caught sneaking around with someone else, and I'm not letting this slide so easily!<br /> <br /> "I'm going to show Nathan just how low you can go!" Kelly declared, her resolve unwavering. "I'm calling him right now to come over!"<br /> <br /> Cynthia couldn't absorb a word. Her mind went blank.<br /> <br /> If Nathan had spent the entire night in the hospital, then who was the man who had been so ptootshieionately entwined with her last night?<br /> <br /> A sudden realization made Cynthia's face darken.<br /> <br /> She had been set up!<br /> <br /> Yesterday was their three-year wedding anniversary, and Nathan surprisingly messaged her to meet at a hotel.<br /> <br /> Overjoyed and without a second thought, Cynthia rushed over. But when she arrived, Nathan texted to say he would be late and even ordered her some takeout.<br /> <br /> Cynthia, not sensing anything amiss and simply savoring the food, didn't expect to completely lose consciousness after finishing her meal. And that man last night...<br /> <br /> As Cynthia thought about everything that happened last night, her face turned deathly pale. 'How could this happen?'<br /> <br /> "Nathan already hates you for taking Jessica's place, and now, he'll never forgive you!" Kelly said triumphantly after a quick phone call. She stood firmly in Cynthia's path, blocking her exit.<br /> <br /> Cynthia hadn't even considered leaving. She felt a chill run down her spine. Besides, there weren't many people who could send a message using Nathan's phone.<br /> <br /> Soon, Nathan hurried down the corridor. "Kelly, did you need something from me?"<br /> <br /> He glanced at Cynthia with impatience. "What are you doing here? Jessica is still in the hospital. What are you up to now?"<br /> <br /> "I..." Cynthia opened her mouth, her mind in turmoil, unsure how to respond to him.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, I called you here," Kelly interjected eagerly. "I just so happened to see Cynthia sneaking out of a hotel room with some guy. It's serious, so I had to tell you."<br /> <br /> Nathan's face darkened instantly. "Cynthia, is it true?"<br /> <br /> "Would you believe me if I say I was framed?" Cynthia's eyes held a flicker of hope. "It was you who..."<br /> <br /> A smack came!<br /> <br /> Nathan's hand struck her face with a resounding slap, his expression cold and detached.<br /> <br /> "Pathetic! Why would anyone frame you?" Nathan's eyes blazed with anger at the sight of the red marks on Cynthia's arms.<br /> <br /> Even if he had no feelings for Cynthia, she was still his wife in name. This was nothing but a shame to him.<br /> <br /> Kelly watched with a smirk, stirring the pot. "Exactly, you must be delusional to think someone's out to get you.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, she's just lashing out because you're nice to Jessica. I caught her once, but who knows how many times she's cheated on you. Wake up, man."<br /> <br /> "What else do you have to say?" Nathan's gaze was filled with disgust.<br /> <br /> "What can I say?" Cynthia touched her burning cheek, a cold despair settling in her heart. She looked at Nathan, fighting the urge to laugh bitterly. "Nathan, don't you even want to ask why I ended up here?"<br /> <br /> It was ridiculous that her husband seemed to be solely dedicated to helping others deceive her.<br /> <br /> Nathan's eyes were full of disgust. "What exactly are you trying to say?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt utterly disheartened. She held up her phone, emphasizing each word. "Your phone sent me a message to come here. I trusted it and showed up. Did you text me, Nathan?"<br /> <br /> Nathan's gaze flickered. Last night, after getting treated, Jessica borrowed his phone...<br /> <br /> "It seems you know now who it was." Cynthia noticed his evasive look and had her suspicions. She smiled through her tears, "Nathan, I'm your wife. I'm the one being framed."<br /> <br /> Kelly quickly interjected, "Nathan, don't fall for her act. She's just looking for an excuse..."<br /> <br /> "This is between me and my husband. It's not your place to interfere," Cynthia retorted, showing her temper in front of Nathan for the first time.<br /> <br /> "You..." Kelly was furious and about to retort.<br /> <br /> However, Nathan had made up his mind at that moment. "I sent the text. I got tied up, sure, but that's no excuse for you cheating!"<br /> <br /> "It seems this is your choice, then." Cynthia's heart turned cold. Despite knowing she was wronged, he still chose to defend that hypocritical woman. She couldn't believe this was the man she loved.<br /> <br /> Nathan didn't show any sign of guilt. "Cynthia, it's you who fooled around with another man. Who else is there to blame?"<br /> <br /> Even though he felt somewhat uncomfortable about what Jessica did, he still firmly sided with her.<br /> <br /> "I was blind to have trusted the wrong person."<br /> <br /> Cynthia closed her eyes, and when she opened them moments later, they were clear and resolved. "Nathan, let's get a divorce."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> "Cynthia, what on earth are you thinking?" Nathan frowned slightly while Kelly's eyes flickered with surprise.<br /> <br /> Cynthia gave a self-mocking smile. "Nathan, I'm not someone who clings to what I can't have. Remember, I'm the one walking away from you, not the other way around."<br /> <br /> With those words, Cynthia felt a sudden clarity in her heart.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, you're the one who messed up, but here you are, playing word games. Are you threatening Nathan?" Kelly said, secretly pleased.<br /> <br /> Cynthia glanced coldly at her. "Kelly, sometimes, you should just stay quiet."<br /> <br /> But Nathan's response caught Cynthia off guard. "I don't agree to the divorce."<br /> <br /> Cynthia let out a bitter laugh. "Isn't this what you've always wanted? Now that I'm stepping aside, you can be with Jessica happily ever after. Why disagree?<br /> <br /> "Or is there something more you're after, something you haven't gotten from me yet?" Cynthia's tone shifted, causing a subtle change in the expressions of the two before her.<br /> <br /> She didn't think herself so self-absorbed to believe Nathan still had feelings for her. Their reactions pretty much confirmed her suspicions.<br /> <br /> "I guess I was right." Cynthia curled up her lips. "So, Nathan, what's it gonna take for you to sign those divorce papers?"<br /> <br /> Nathan's eyes were deep and solemn. At this point, there was nothing left to hide. "Jessica's really sick, Cynthia, and you're the only one who can donate a kidney to save her. That's my only condition. Help her, and you won't regret it, I promise."<br /> <br /> Cynthia was thunderstruck, her voice hoarse with disbelief. "You mean, this whole time...you were just after my kidney?"<br /> <br /> "Jessica is the only one Nathan loves. Why else would he marry you if not to save her?" Kelly sneered, and Nathan's look confirmed that she was right.<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt a chill in her heart. It all made sense now. Nathan had initially balked at his grandfather Mark Richardson's suggestion of marrying Cynthia. He had been adamant about marrying Jessica instead, only to abruptly change his mind when Cynthia was nearly ready to walk away.<br /> <br /> She had hoped that, over time, Nathan might come to love her. But she realized now that from the very start, he had been scheming for her kidney!<br /> <br /> "Cynthia," Nathan said, softening his tone deliberately. "Just help me out this one time, and I promise to keep today's drama under wraps. I'll make it worth your while, enough to start over somewhere far away."<br /> <br /> "In your dreams, Nathan." Cynthia emphasized each word. "Sure, I had feelings for you, but not enough to degrade myself like this."<br /> <br /> "Looks like you choose the hard way." Nathan, never one with a good temper, immediately hardened his stance. "If you refuse to donate a kidney to Jessica, I will absolutely not agree to the divorce."<br /> <br /> Cynthia laughed angrily and retorted, "Fine by me. Do you have any idea how hard I worked to marry you? If you want to grow old with me, then so be it."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia!" Nathan's face soured. He was about to speak when Cynthia ruthlessly cut him off.<br /> <br /> "I just give you one chance, Nathan. Be at the Courthouse entrance at 9 AM sharp tomorrow. If you don't show up..."<br /> <br /> Cynthia smirked coldly. "Then even better. Jessica can forget about marrying into the Richardson family. And I'll make sure to remind you that you'll be a cuckolds for the rest of your life!"<br /> <br /> With that, Cynthia turned and left, not bothering to give Nathan or Kelly a second glance.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, what if she refuses the surgery? What about Jessica?" Kelly, watching Cynthia's retreating figure, feigned urgency.<br /> <br /> Nathan's gaze was deep. "Don't worry. I'll find a way to make her agree."<br /> <br /> As Cynthia stepped out of the hotel, a sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom suddenly pulled up, blocking her path.<br /> <br /> The window rolled down, showing a woman in her forties, still exuding charm, a face often seen on financial news.<br /> <br /> "You're right on time, Mom." Recognizing the woman, Cynthia wasn't surprised at all, her voice and posture shifting to something more dignified.<br /> <br /> "Get in," Heather Brooks said calmly.<br /> <br /> With a deep breath, Cynthia got into the back seat. Throughout the ride, they hardly talked to each other.<br /> <br /> In Litharia, Jenkins Villa stood majestically in the most coveted scenic area, home to the affluent Jenkins family.<br /> <br /> "I've heard the story between you and Nathan. So, have you finally seen Nathan's true colors?"<br /> <br /> In the living room of Jenkins Villa, Heather sipped her coffee, looking at Cynthia indifferently. "It's time for you to come back and take over the family business."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Heather had five children, and aside from her only daughter, Cynthia, the other four sons kept their identities hidden, excelling in their fields but refusing to take over the family business.<br /> <br /> Left with no other option, Heather pinned her hopes on Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Cynthia breathed deeply, only then realizing that she had been under her mother's watchful eye for these past three years.<br /> <br /> It wasn't surprising, though. Since her father's death, the Jenkins family had been fragmented. Heather wasn't truly a Jenkins. Although she had been holding the reins, she was surrounded by those eyeing her position. Eventually, Heather had grown accustomed to keeping everything under her control, leaving no stone unturned.<br /> <br /> "It's not possible right now," Cynthia said somewhat helplessly.<br /> <br /> Heather's eyes narrowed as she spoke firmly. "What, you still have feelings for him?"<br /> <br /> "Of course not," Cynthia couldn't help but laugh dryly. "Mom, I just need some time to divorce him. I promise, after the divorce, I will definitely return to the Jenkins family."<br /> <br /> Cynthia mused, why did she ever waste three years pining for Nathan?<br /> <br /> Getting the response she wanted, Heather nodded in satisfaction. "That's more like a Jenkins girl. Also..."<br /> <br /> "What is it?" Seeing Heather hesitating to speak, Cynthia was curious.<br /> <br /> Heather spoke steadily. "The man you slept with at the hotel, do you recall who he is?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia's expression froze, and she remained silent.<br /> <br /> "I'm thinking about finding this man. If he's decent enough, we could welcome him into the family. The Jenkins can certainly afford to support one more. This would also solidify your position in the family."<br /> <br /> What Heather left unsaid was that if the man was not up to her standard, the consequences were obvious.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was at a loss for words. She didn't even know how to argue with that.<br /> <br /> Back in her room, Cynthia lay on the bed, overwhelmed. What happened today was more thrilling than her life during the past three years combined.<br /> <br /> She absently played with the cufflink in her hand, a lone clue left by the mysterious man from the previous night.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, Cynthia realized something and sat up abruptly. The cufflink was a limited edition, and her brother, the third sir of the Jenkins, Eric Jenkins, also a leading designer, might know its origin.<br /> <br /> Without hesitation, Cynthia called Eric.<br /> <br /> "Thia, you've finally taken your eyes off that idiot, huh? What's up?" Eric's voice was cheerful over the phone.<br /> <br /> Cynthia couldn't help but smile, "Starting today, Nathan and I have nothing to do with each other. We're getting divorced tomorrow."<br /> <br /> At that moment, in the midst of a major international jewelry show, Eric sat up straight. "What? What on earth happened to make the blind girl finally see the light?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia laughed. "Come on, stop kidding. Are you free right now? I could really use your help. Check your messages. I've sent you a picture. Can you figure out where this thing's from?"<br /> <br /> The next morning, outside the Courthouse, Nathan stood with a stern expression. He arrived on time and had been waiting for two hours without a glimpse of Cynthia.<br /> <br /> His calls went unanswered, and just as his patience was running thin, Cynthia finally arrived.<br /> <br /> She was dressed to the nines, radiant and elegant, a stark contrast to her former self. Nathan almost didn't recognize her at first sight.<br /> <br /> "What now? Getting cold feet about the divorce?" Seeing Cynthia slowly making her appearance, Nathan thought she regretted her decision not to divorce and had dressed up like this to win him back, feeling smug.<br /> <br /> "Getting cold feet? Why do I have to?" Cynthia touched her earring. She had intentionally made Nathan wait outside today.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was certain that Nathan wouldn't leave as long as his goal remained unmet, even if it meant waiting there all day.<br /> <br /> Nathan snorted, "As long as you're willing to help Jessica, we can still be friends."<br /> <br /> "What are you thinking? We're getting divorced and you still think we can be friends?" Cynthia scoffed dismissively. "You know what, Nathan? I've changed my mind. Why should I rely on a man who's after my organs? There are plenty of decent men out there, like that guy from the hotel. I'm quite satisfied with him."<br /> <br /> Even if Nathan had once saved her life, the help she had given him secretly over the past three years was more than enough to settle any debt.<br /> <br /> "Shameless!" Nathan didn't expect Cynthia to change her attitude so quickly, grinding his teeth in anger.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was unapologetic. "And what about you? Let's go. I can hardly wait."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Half an hour later, the two emerged from the Courthouse. Cynthia held the divorce papers, knowing that from now on, her marriage to Nathan was officially over.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, my offer is always on the table. When you're ready, you know where to find me," Nathan said, glancing at Cynthia, his words laced with implication.<br /> <br /> He had always thought that Cynthia came from a modest background. The financial security he could provide was something he thought Cynthia couldn't earn in a lifetime.<br /> <br /> Cynthia scoffed, "Dream on, Nathan. That day will never come."<br /> <br /> Nathan was about to respond when his expression suddenly changed. He quickly descended the steps, leaving Cynthia behind.<br /> <br /> "Jessica? What are you doing here?"<br /> <br /> At the foot of the steps, a girl with an innocent appearance and long hair cascading over her shoulders rushed toward them. Her face was ghostly pale. It was Jessica, the one Nathan always held dear.<br /> <br /> In just a few short steps, Jessica was panting.<br /> <br /> Nathan, heart aching, wrapped his arms around Jessica, gently stroking her back to help her catch her breath.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had had enough of their closeness. She was ready to leave then and there.<br /> <br /> "Wait up, Cynthia, please, just a sec," Jessica panted, rushing to intercept Cynthia.<br /> <br /> "Do you need something?" Cynthia asked indifferently, causing Nathan to frown.<br /> <br /> Jessica bit her lip. "I... I'm sorry about Nathan. He's always saying the opposite of what he feels. He really cares about you, you know. The last thing I want is for you guys to split."<br /> <br /> Seeing Jessica's meekness, Nathan felt a twinge of pain. "Jessica, you don't have to apologize for me."<br /> <br /> "Nathan's right. Why do you think you can apologize on his behalf?" Cynthia looked at Jessica, whose facade of innocence was grating on her.<br /> <br /> It's all my fault. He's been tough on you because he's worried about my condition. Can you just let it slide this time? I don't have much time left, and...I really hope there's someone by his side when I'm gone.<br /> <br /> Cynthia smiled, "It seems you're quite aware of your own health condition. You two are really close, right? Then how could you bear to push him towards me?"<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, don't push your luck," Nathan said, his face clouding over.<br /> <br /> Jessica bit her lip. "Nathan and I are just friends. I genuinely wish you two to patch things up."<br /> <br /> "But the divorce is already final," Cynthia said deliberately.<br /> <br /> Jessica quickly suggested. "But if there's a chance, why not consider remarriage?"<br /> <br /> "You're really looking out for us, huh? Do you even believe what you're saying?" Cynthia scoffed. She was done playing along and decided to confront the truth head-on. "You don't want us back together, Jessica. You're worried that if we divorce, Nathan won't be able to control me to get you a kidney transplant in time before finding a new donor. Sorry, but I'm not budging. I won't let you get your way."<br /> <br /> "It's not like that, Cynthia. You've got it all wrong. I would never..." She shook her head vigorously, looking utterly wronged.<br /> <br /> Cynthia smirked. "You may not do it yourself, but you're great at hinting. I believe someone would do it for you."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, this was all my idea. What does it have to do with Jessica? Back off," Nathan said, his expression darkening as he quickly jumped to Jessica's defense.<br /> <br /> Cynthia sneered, "Funny, I didn't even mention a name. But since you care so much for each other, why not make it official? The city hall is just around the corner. Why wait? Go get married today.<br /> <br /> "At least you're his wife when you are gone, Jessica. Isn't that right?"<br /> <br /> Jessica's eyes flickered with unreadable emotion, and she still played innocent. "Cynthia, Nathan and I are really just good friends. I'm getting worse. After years without a matching kidney donor, I've given up hope."<br /> <br /> "So, I'm your only hope, huh? No wonder you're so desperate to having me stay," Cynthia said bluntly, cutting to the heart of the matter.<br /> <br /> Jessica, overwhelmed with frustration and unable to counter Cynthia's relentless words, suddenly collapsed.<br /> <br /> "Jessica, Jessica!" Nathan held her in his arms, calling her name repeatedly, but Jessica showed no response.<br /> <br /> "How convenient to ptootshie out at this moment." Cynthia noted with a smile.<br /> <br /> Nathan glared at Cynthia, scooping Jessica up in his arms, and warned sternly, "If anything happens to Jessica, Cynthia, I'll never forgive you."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Having said that, Nathan hurriedly carried Jessica to the car and headed for the hospital.<br /> <br /> Cynthia, unfazed, turned and drove towards Richardson Villa to pack her things.<br /> <br /> She had lived in Richardson Villa for three years. Three years ago, she was overjoyed, thinking she had finally found the person from her childhood.<br /> <br /> It was she who had saved Nathan from danger, even daring to bet with Heather and hiding her identity to marry into the Richardson family. She tiptoed through life there, desperately trying to fit in.<br /> <br /> Yet, throughout all those three years, the Richardsons never accepted her as one of them, always leaving her feeling like an outsider no matter how hard she tried.<br /> <br /> Cynthia finally realized that Nathan had been insincere from the start. Reflecting on it now, she just couldn't believe how naive she had been, viewing everything through the rose-colored gltootshiees of her childhood memories.<br /> <br /> Luckily, she had finally woken up. There was no going back to this family for her.<br /> <br /> As she entered the living room, Kelly stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at her with a smug expression.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was not surprised. A month ago, Nathan had brazenly brought the Dixon sisters back to live in Richardson Villa.<br /> <br /> Nathan's mother, Sharon Richardson, had been completely charmed by them, never showing Cynthia any kindness.<br /> <br /> Looking down on Cynthia, Kelly gloated. "Cynthia, you're already divorced from Nathan. Why do you even show your face here?<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I'm talking to you! Do you think playing deaf and dumb will get you through? Shameless." Kelly stood in the middle of the staircase, arms crossed, saying sternly.<br /> <br /> Cynthia glanced at her indifferently. "You know very well that who's the shameless one. Move aside."<br /> <br /> "What if I don't?" Kelly smirked triumphantly. "You are nothing but a discarded wife, and yet you dare to be arrogant in front of me. If you want me to step aside, beg for it."<br /> <br /> "Kelly, I really admire your reckless courage," Cynthia said with a light laugh. "I haven't even bothered with you yet, and here you are, stepping right into the crosshairs."<br /> <br /> Kelly didn't take Cynthia's words seriously, her eyes filled with scorn. "You think you can intimidate me, Cynthia? Really, what do you think you're capable of?"<br /> <br /> A sharp glint flashed in Cynthia's eyes as she spoke calmly. "A minor actress shamelessly moves into a married man's house, and within a month, the young couple is divorced. I wonder, if this little scandal hits the headlines, how your fans will react. Will they stand by you, or will they turn their backs, dragging your name through the mud?"<br /> <br /> Kelly, a mediocre graduate from a film academy with unremarkable looks and talent, had only managed to carve a niche for herself in showbiz with Nathan's financial support. She was, at best, a second-tier star, and her position in the entertainment world was what she valued most.<br /> <br /> Sure enough, Kelly's face changed drastically at these words. "Cynthia, are you threatening me?"<br /> <br /> "Right, I am threatening you," Cynthia admitted. "Better watch your step with me. If not, I'll make sure this story goes public. You've got plenty of enemies itching for a scoop like this. I wonder how many fans will stick by you after that."<br /> <br /> "You wouldn't dare!" Kelly's face betrayed a flash of panic.<br /> <br /> Cynthia scoffed, "Try me. I've got nothing to hide. You're the one who should be worried, not me. Don't believe me? Go ahead, push your luck!"<br /> <br /> Perhaps it was her tolerance over these past three years that had given these people the audacity to challenge her.<br /> <br /> Having said that, Cynthia pushed past Kelly's shoulder, striding upstairs to her room, leaving Kelly standing there in fury.<br /> <br /> The master room was divided into two parts - a study and a bedroom. Nathan never spent the night in the bedroom, and the study was more like a shared area for the two.<br /> <br /> In less than half an hour, Cynthia had packed her things. After three years, all she had filled was one suitcase and a backpack. Looking at them, she almost wanted to laugh.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, she remembered a pen of hers in the study. As she went in to retrieve it, she noticed a document on the desk.<br /> <br /> Her eyes fell on the paper. It was a bidding proposal from Nathan's company for a project under the Jenkins Group.<br /> <br /> Cynthia almost laughed. In the past, if she had seen this document, she would have secretly helped, arranging for the Jenkins Group to internally fix the bid to help Nathan secure the project.<br /> <br /> But now, seeing the proposal, Cynthia smiled, promising herself to give Nathan a surprise.<br /> <br /> After packing her things, Cynthia, dragging her suitcase, was about to leave when suddenly someone appeared at the door.<br /> <br /> "Don't worry, I'm all packed and I won't be back," Cynthia said indifferently. To her, Nathan had become less significant than a stranger.<br /> <br /> Nathan snorted, "That's it? That's all you have to say?"<br /> <br /> "What more is there between us?" Cynthia couldn't help but laugh. "The fact that you're standing here means Jessica is still alive. Now, if you don't mind, step aside. I'm hurried to move out."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I never realized how sharp-tongued you could be," Nathan said coldly, staring at the person before him. "Before you leave, you must apologize to Kelly!"<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> "Why should I apologize?" Cynthia released her suitcase, her eyes brimming with mockery. "Really, Nathan? Isn't Jessica enough for you? Or are you trying to have them both?"<br /> <br /> Nathan was close to losing his temper. "What nonsense are you talking about? Kelly is like a sister to me, nothing more!"<br /> <br /> "That's a question you should be asking your dear mother, not me," Cynthia said, uninterested in arguing further.<br /> <br /> Sharon had always favored the Dixon sisters. While Jessica was delicate and often sick, Sharon secretly hoped Kelly would be Nathan's wife. Nathan, however, was completely oblivious to this.<br /> <br /> Nathan took a deep breath, trying to keep his anger in check. He needed to remember why he was here. His voice softened but still carried a hint of superiority. "Listen, Cynthia, I'm here to make a deal with you. If you agree to donate a kidney to Jessica, I'll compensate you."<br /> <br /> "Compensate? How much?" Cynthia's tone was full of mockery, but Nathan, oblivious, thought she was actually considering it.<br /> <br /> "Forty thousand dollars, Cynthia. That's way more than you'd make in years," Nathan said, confident in his proposition, believing that to Cynthia, 40 thousand dollars was a fortune.<br /> <br /> Cynthia burst into uncontrollable laughter, almost crying with mirth.<br /> <br /> Nathan, infuriated and embarrtootshieed, demanded, "What's so funny?"<br /> <br /> It took Cynthia a while to compose herself. She spoke slowly, "Your absurd daydreams, Nathan. And how clueless you are about your own ignorance. Here's my offer. Four million dollars for Kelly's kidney. Convince her. It's way more than she could make in years."<br /> <br /> "Enough! If you want more, just say it. Stop pretending," Nathan said, looking at her as if she were insane.<br /> <br /> Cynthia calmly replied, "Believe it or not, that's your problem. I'll say this one last time. I will never donate a kidney to Jessica. This is it. We're done!"<br /> <br /> With that, she dragged her suitcase past Nathan.<br /> <br /> From behind, Nathan called out confidently. "Cynthia, one day you'll come back to me for money!"<br /> <br /> "In your dreams," Cynthia retorted without turning back just as she was about to leave. Suddenly, a man approached her head-on.<br /> <br /> Their eyes met unexpectedly, and Cynthia was momentarily startled. The man was tall, easily six foot three, with a straight nose and strikingly handsome features. What caught the attention most, however, were his deep eyes that could easily draw someone in without them realizing it.<br /> <br /> This was Nathan's younger uncle, Lawrence Richardson.<br /> <br /> The moment Lawrence saw Cynthia's face clearly, his brow twitched subtly. His look was complex, unreadable, like a sharp sword fixed on her face, shrouded in mystery.<br /> <br /> Cynthia guessed that Lawrence might have overheard her argument with Nathan and was reacting to it. She nodded casually, keeping her cool.<br /> <br /> Within a few seconds, Lawrence masked his emotions, his eyes settling into a serene calmness. They continued walking, merely brushing past each other.<br /> <br /> However, in that brief moment of ptootshieing, Cynthia's expression changed dramatically. Subconsciously, she slowed her pace, her eyes drawn to Lawrence's suit.<br /> <br /> The left sleeve of his gray, tailor-made suit sported a unique sapphire cufflink, exuding a subtle elegance. However, the right sleeve was conspicuously bare, missing its matching piece.<br /> <br /> In an instant, Cynthia felt utterly disheveled, as if a tornado had just swept through her world.<br /> <br /> "Thia, about that thing you asked me to look into, I think I'm onto something." Eric's voice rose teasingly from the other end of the phone, deliberately keeping her in suspense.<br /> <br /> Stopped at a red light, Cynthia sat in her Ferrari, her mind elsewhere. "No need to guess. I've figured it out."<br /> <br /> "Oh, really?" Eric sounded genuinely surprised. "I haven't even told you yet. How did you know?"<br /> <br /> "Just forget about it." Cynthia pressed her temples, weary. "Eric, let's pretend I never asked. Focus on your work. Bye."<br /> <br /> Before Eric could respond, Cynthia reclined in her seat, her head throbbing. The way Lawrence had looked at her earlier made her wonder...if he had recognized her.<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Cynthia couldn't help but feel relieved. Luckily, she was already divorced. Otherwise, bumping into him all the time would've been too awkward to handle.<br /> <br /> Just as she returned to Jenkins Villa, the butler immediately approached her to report that Heather was waiting for her in the upstairs study. Cynthia, with a resigned smile, handed her things over to a servant and made her way upstairs.<br /> <br /> "Back already?" Heather, surrounded by a mountain of papers, glanced up and gave a small nod. "Everything sorted?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia smiled freely, "I've got the divorce papers, and all my stuff is moved back. There's no need for further contact."<br /> <br /> She sat down in front of Heather's desk, tentatively starting the conversation. "Mom, I heard the Jenkins Group is starting the bidding process for the project in the Grimes Group? Have we made a decision yet?"<br /> <br /> Heather looked up, her stern gaze softening a bit as she scrutinized Cynthia. "The bidding is set for next week. So far, we haven't found the right fit yet. What's got you interested all of a sudden?<br /> <br /> "Right, you said before that after the divorce, you would return to the Jenkins Group and take over my place. Are you ready to step up now?" Heather reminded her again.<br /> <br /> Cynthia smiled wryly, "Running the Jenkins Group can wait a bit. I've been out of the game for three years. Jumping in headfirst might just show off my rust. I'm thinking of starting with the Grimes Group project, you know, to get my feet wet. Gotta ease into it."<br /> <br /> "Why bother with all that? You've got the talent," Heather disagreed, confident in Cynthia's abilities.<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt somewhat helpless but still stood her ground. "We need to let the old guard get used to the idea. If I swoop in right after coming back, who knows how many troubles they might throw in my way. Even if I can handle it, it's still a htootshiele."<br /> <br /> Heather looked at her for a long moment before giving in. "Alright, have it your way. But get up to speed fast. I can't hold off for long."<br /> <br /> "Okay, I won't let you down," Cynthia said with a slight smile, her gaze drifting to the scenery outside the window.<br /> <br /> In the VIP ward of the rehabilitation hospital, all the nurses knew Jessica in Room 5 had a super devoted boyfriend. But inside that room, the truth was a whole other story.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, don't be so impulsive. Cynthia's a good girl, really. You should be nicer to her." Jessica leaned against the headboard, her face ghostly pale.<br /> <br /> Nathan strongly disagreed, "Jessica, don't be fooled by her. Remember what she did to you? And how she spoke to Kelly? She's just a troublemaker, trust me."<br /> <br /> Jessica smiled gently, placing her hand on Nathan's back. "She just cares too much about you. Look, my body... It's not great. You should focus on your life, not mine.<br /> <br /> "I want you two to get back together. Let her be there for you. That way, I can go peacefully, knowing you're not alone."<br /> <br /> "Jessica..." Nathan's heart sank as he looked at her, her selflessness only deepening his pain. "Don't say that. We're going to beat this, okay?"<br /> <br /> Jessica's eyes were downcast as she feigned nonchalance. "At this point, unless we find a kidney that matches, there's no hope. Please, I don't want you to be worried about me anymore."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia's a match. Leave it to me, I'll talk to her," Nathan said confidently.<br /> <br /> Jessica quickly shook her head. "Don't push her, okay? If she's not up to it, I won't accept it either."<br /> <br /> "You're just too kind..." Nathan became even more determined to get Cynthia's agreement. He was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang.<br /> <br /> "hecko, is this Mr. Nathan Richardson from the Richardson Group? This is the Jenkins Group. We've gone through your proposal, and our head would like to talk with you one on one.<br /> <br /> Nathan was overjoyed upon hearing this. Getting along with the Jenkins could elevate his status in the Richardson family.<br /> <br /> He mouthed "the Jenkins Group" to Jessica, who also looked pleasantly surprised.<br /> <br /> "Can you do this afternoon?" The person from the Jenkins Group had already set the time.<br /> <br /> Nathan hesitated as he looked at Jessica's beautiful yet pale face. "This afternoon?" He had promised to spend the entire day with Jessica.<br /> <br /> The ward fell silent. Noticing Nathan's hesitation, Jessica smiled and waved her hand, signaling him not to worry about her and to quickly agree. Urged by Jessica, Nathan awkwardly consented.<br /> <br /> He hung up the phone, his expression clouded. "Jessica, I..."<br /> <br /> Jessica spoke with understanding. "Come on, you've been working so hard on this project, and now you've got a chance you just can't ptootshie up."<br /> <br /> "But I promised to spend the whole day with you today," Nathan said, his brow furrowing with guilt.<br /> <br /> "Don't be silly, I'll be fine, and Kelly will come over this afternoon," Jessica said, her eyes glistening. "How about this? If you feel guilty, make it up to me by spending all day with me tomorrow."<br /> <br /> Nathan's heart softened. "Okay, I'll also come over early tonight. Just take care of yourself, okay?"<br /> <br /> Once Nathan left, Jessica watched his retreating figure, a complex emotion hidden in her eyes.<br /> <br /> The Jenkins Group towered in the heart of the bustling city center, occupying an entire office building. Nathan, full of ambition, walked in, trying to calm his emotions, determined to present his best self in the upcoming meeting.<br /> <br /> A staff member knocked and led him into the reception room.<br /> <br /> Behind the wooden desk, the rotating chair was turned away from the door. The project manager, with her back to him, tapped her left hand lightly on the desk, casting a silent but palpable tension in the air.<br /> <br /> Nathan hadn't felt this nervous in a long time. He steadied his nerves and put on a composed smile. "hecko, I'm Nathan from the Richardson Group. We have an appointment this morning. Here is the Richardson Group's proposal for the Grimes Group project."<br /> <br /> A moment ptootshieed, and then a clear, confident voice answered, "Mr. Richardson, pleased to meet you." As the chair swiveled around, Nathan finally saw the project manager's face. At that moment, his eyes widened in surprise.<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Nathan blurted out without thinking, "Cynthia?"<br /> <br /> "What?" Cynthia's expression was cold, her brows slightly furrowed.<br /> <br /> Nathan finally got a good look at her.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was clad in a sharp white suit, and her short chestnut hair framed her face, exuding a sense of authority.<br /> <br /> "Sorry, my mistake. Thought you were someone else," Nathan quickly apologized, swiftly denying his initial thought. He didn't think that this woman, with such control over her surroundings, could be Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Yet, her face resembled Cynthia's so closely.<br /> <br /> "Is that so?" Cynthia responded indifferently. "Enough for the small talk, let's discuss your proposal, shall we?" She got straight into the point.<br /> <br /> Nathan, not lacking in professional skills, quickly engaged in the conversation, explaining his planning concepts in detail. Cynthia interjected occasionally with her opinions and pointed out potential problems in implementation, asking Nathan for solutions.<br /> <br /> The two of them conversed back and forth, thoroughly enjoying their discussion.<br /> <br /> "I'll take the Richardson Group proposal into careful consideration," Cynthia stated, neatly wrapping up their conversation.<br /> <br /> Nathan felt a thrill of hope at the prospect of collaboration.<br /> <br /> As their business talk concluded, Nathan couldn't help but take a few more glances at her. Driven by an inexplicable urge, he blurted out, "Do you happen to know a woman named Cynthia?"<br /> <br /> After the question, Nathan immediately regretted it, wishing he could take back his words.<br /> <br /> He was about to change the subject when Cynthia's next statement wiped the smile off his face.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia? I'm quite familiar with her."<br /> <br /> Observing Nathan's transformation from shock to utter disbelief, Cynthia chuckled internally while maintaining her apparent composure. "Surprised?"<br /> <br /> "I just didn't expect that you would actually know her," Nathan replied, staring at the woman who bore a striking resemblance to Cynthia yet with a distinctly different vibe. He couldn't help but wonder if there were really two people so similar in this world.<br /> <br /> He was filled with confusion, unable to fathom how Cynthia, with her humble background, could be connected to a project manager of the Jenkins Group.<br /> <br /> He was about to ask for details when Cynthia interjected coldly, "Mr. Richardson, let's end it here for today. I've gone over your proposal. I'll get back to you with my decision after the seminar. I've got several other meetings lined up."<br /> <br /> Since she had said that, and Nathan was no slouch at picking up cues, he quickly stood up and humbly said, "Then I'll look forward to hearing from you. I'll get going now."<br /> <br /> "Take care."<br /> <br /> As Nathan left, Cynthia sneered. She couldn't help but find amusement in Nathan's hesitant, almost fearful demeanor.<br /> <br /> Finishing her work at the office, she decided it was time to head home.<br /> <br /> In the underground parking lot, Cynthia was searching for her car with the key in hand.<br /> <br /> She hadn't walked far when she suddenly noticed someone standing not far away. The moment their eyes met, Cynthia's smile froze.<br /> <br /> The man was tall, strikingly handsome, and it was none other than Lawrence!<br /> <br /> Cynthia's mouth twitched as she forced composure, averting her gaze and steeling herself as she located her car.<br /> <br /> Pretending not to recognize him, she tried to get in her car and leave. Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps froze her in place. A few seconds later, Lawrence stood in front of her car, halting her movements completely. Cynthia could feel the stare.<br /> <br /> Taking a deep breath, Cynthia turned around, offering a polite smile, "Mr. Richardson, is there something you need?"<br /> <br /> Although Lawrence was Nathan's uncle, the two had actually only met once at Cynthia and Nathan's wedding three years ago. Cynthia had no idea why he would want to see her now.<br /> <br /> Lawrence stood there silently, his gaze so penetrating that it alarmed Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Just as she started to suspect he had seen through her, Lawrence smiled faintly, "Your car is blocking the way."<br /> <br /> It was only then that Cynthia noticed her vehicle was parked right behind a sleek Jaguar.	LEARN_MORE	https://www.yumread.com/share/middle/h1s052yjjngiy	101489936134366	OasisStory	https://facebook.com/100087803393468	26,741	1	812,393,597,486,365	2024-04-29 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	0	Learn more	OasisStory	120207915077680455	www.yumread.com	NONE	video		https://www.yumread.com/share/middle/h1s052yjjngiylt1gjmuhgwr?ad_id={{ad.id}}&sid=120207914929150455&campaign={{campaign.name}}&adgroup={{adset.name}}	2024-04-29 07:39	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440239069_895439808934129_4791653052400753906_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ctflZYdUF_MAb7Zsrvr&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&oh=00_AfDE6abpX6hvSyzXz9AKBRhY6EMZPkiY5x67P_LaebjRNg&oe=663612B4	person_profile	0	OasisStory	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440126278_460382376415765_4047596872946318669_n.jpg?_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=VfZZ8lKAR8wAb7yvJWV&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AfBuw9krPDhMusszXJF01hSCrAk0hlEZD-XMWhlwDouiqQ&oe=663622BE	0	3	OasisStory	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,616,222	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	927390285797968	📚📚Title "Regret's All You Get"🥰👉	In the presidential suite of the Winson Hotel in Litharia, a breathtakingly beautiful woman lay in bed. Her delicate skin was mostly hidden under a sheer blanket, with only her arms peeking out, bearing the faint red traces of a night filled with ptootshieion.<br /> <br /> Cynthia Jenkins stirred, letting out a soft moan as she woke from her deep sleep. She tried to get up, but her body, still weary and sore, sank back onto the bed.<br /> <br /> Memories from the night before came rushing back, bringing a faint smile to her face. For the first time in their three-year marriage, she and her husband, Nathan Richardson, had made love.<br /> <br /> She noticed Nathan wasn't in the room, and a tinge of disappointment flickered across her face, quickly replaced by composure.<br /> <br /> At the beginning of their marriage, Nathan had been distant, rarely showing any affection. Cynthia couldn't help but wonder if last night marked a turning point, a sign that he had finally accepted her.<br /> <br /> With a flicker of hope, Cynthia rose cheerfully from the bed. The moment her bare feet touched the cold floor, she felt a sudden chill.<br /> <br /> Picking up a blue sapphire cufflink, oddly shaped and shimmering, from the floor, Cynthia widened her eyes in surprise. 'Could this be Nathan's?'<br /> <br /> Thinking of this, Cynthia smiled and placed the cufflink in her bag. Then, she went to freshen up herself before returning home.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had barely stepped out of the door when she ran into an unexpected visitor.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia?" The woman in front of her, dressed in a crisp white dress and possessing a sharp, piercing voice, was Kelly Dixon, the second lady of the Dixon family.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had always been at odds with the Dixon sisters. Jessica Dixon, the eldest lady of the family, was Nathan's first love. But today, Cynthia was in a good mood. "Kelly, what a surprise to see you here."<br /> <br /> "Indeed." Kelly sized up Cynthia with a mocking smile. "If I had arrived a bit earlier or later, I might have missed catching you in the act."<br /> <br /> She pointed at the red marks on Cynthia's arms with disdain. "What is this? You shameless woman! How dare you fooling around with other men behind Nathan's back!"<br /> <br /> Cynthia frowned, "What are you talking about?"<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I've always known you're shameless, clinging to Nathan. But I never pegged you as someone who'd stoop this low." Kelly's eyes sparkled with the thrill of uncovering a juicy piece of gossip. "Are you really going to say these marks are from a night with Nathan?"<br /> <br /> Before Cynthia could utter a word, Kelly cut her off. "Please, cut the act. Nathan was at the hospital last night, staying by my sister's side. He was too busy to even catch a nap, much less waste time on someone like you."<br /> <br /> Cynthia's face changed dramatically. "Nathan was at the hospital?"<br /> <br /> "Where else would he be? You think he'd come to see you?" Kelly's voice was thick with sarcasm, as if she had just heard something ridiculous. "You've been caught sneaking around with someone else, and I'm not letting this slide so easily!<br /> <br /> "I'm going to show Nathan just how low you can go!" Kelly declared, her resolve unwavering. "I'm calling him right now to come over!"<br /> <br /> Cynthia couldn't absorb a word. Her mind went blank.<br /> <br /> If Nathan had spent the entire night in the hospital, then who was the man who had been so ptootshieionately entwined with her last night?<br /> <br /> A sudden realization made Cynthia's face darken.<br /> <br /> She had been set up!<br /> <br /> Yesterday was their three-year wedding anniversary, and Nathan surprisingly messaged her to meet at a hotel.<br /> <br /> Overjoyed and without a second thought, Cynthia rushed over. But when she arrived, Nathan texted to say he would be late and even ordered her some takeout.<br /> <br /> Cynthia, not sensing anything amiss and simply savoring the food, didn't expect to completely lose consciousness after finishing her meal. And that man last night...<br /> <br /> As Cynthia thought about everything that happened last night, her face turned deathly pale. 'How could this happen?'<br /> <br /> "Nathan already hates you for taking Jessica's place, and now, he'll never forgive you!" Kelly said triumphantly after a quick phone call. She stood firmly in Cynthia's path, blocking her exit.<br /> <br /> Cynthia hadn't even considered leaving. She felt a chill run down her spine. Besides, there weren't many people who could send a message using Nathan's phone.<br /> <br /> Soon, Nathan hurried down the corridor. "Kelly, did you need something from me?"<br /> <br /> He glanced at Cynthia with impatience. "What are you doing here? Jessica is still in the hospital. What are you up to now?"<br /> <br /> "I..." Cynthia opened her mouth, her mind in turmoil, unsure how to respond to him.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, I called you here," Kelly interjected eagerly. "I just so happened to see Cynthia sneaking out of a hotel room with some guy. It's serious, so I had to tell you."<br /> <br /> Nathan's face darkened instantly. "Cynthia, is it true?"<br /> <br /> "Would you believe me if I say I was framed?" Cynthia's eyes held a flicker of hope. "It was you who..."<br /> <br /> A smack came!<br /> <br /> Nathan's hand struck her face with a resounding slap, his expression cold and detached.<br /> <br /> "Pathetic! Why would anyone frame you?" Nathan's eyes blazed with anger at the sight of the red marks on Cynthia's arms.<br /> <br /> Even if he had no feelings for Cynthia, she was still his wife in name. This was nothing but a shame to him.<br /> <br /> Kelly watched with a smirk, stirring the pot. "Exactly, you must be delusional to think someone's out to get you.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, she's just lashing out because you're nice to Jessica. I caught her once, but who knows how many times she's cheated on you. Wake up, man."<br /> <br /> "What else do you have to say?" Nathan's gaze was filled with disgust.<br /> <br /> "What can I say?" Cynthia touched her burning cheek, a cold despair settling in her heart. She looked at Nathan, fighting the urge to laugh bitterly. "Nathan, don't you even want to ask why I ended up here?"<br /> <br /> It was ridiculous that her husband seemed to be solely dedicated to helping others deceive her.<br /> <br /> Nathan's eyes were full of disgust. "What exactly are you trying to say?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt utterly disheartened. She held up her phone, emphasizing each word. "Your phone sent me a message to come here. I trusted it and showed up. Did you text me, Nathan?"<br /> <br /> Nathan's gaze flickered. Last night, after getting treated, Jessica borrowed his phone...<br /> <br /> "It seems you know now who it was." Cynthia noticed his evasive look and had her suspicions. She smiled through her tears, "Nathan, I'm your wife. I'm the one being framed."<br /> <br /> Kelly quickly interjected, "Nathan, don't fall for her act. She's just looking for an excuse..."<br /> <br /> "This is between me and my husband. It's not your place to interfere," Cynthia retorted, showing her temper in front of Nathan for the first time.<br /> <br /> "You..." Kelly was furious and about to retort.<br /> <br /> However, Nathan had made up his mind at that moment. "I sent the text. I got tied up, sure, but that's no excuse for you cheating!"<br /> <br /> "It seems this is your choice, then." Cynthia's heart turned cold. Despite knowing she was wronged, he still chose to defend that hypocritical woman. She couldn't believe this was the man she loved.<br /> <br /> Nathan didn't show any sign of guilt. "Cynthia, it's you who fooled around with another man. Who else is there to blame?"<br /> <br /> Even though he felt somewhat uncomfortable about what Jessica did, he still firmly sided with her.<br /> <br /> "I was blind to have trusted the wrong person."<br /> <br /> Cynthia closed her eyes, and when she opened them moments later, they were clear and resolved. "Nathan, let's get a divorce."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> "Cynthia, what on earth are you thinking?" Nathan frowned slightly while Kelly's eyes flickered with surprise.<br /> <br /> Cynthia gave a self-mocking smile. "Nathan, I'm not someone who clings to what I can't have. Remember, I'm the one walking away from you, not the other way around."<br /> <br /> With those words, Cynthia felt a sudden clarity in her heart.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, you're the one who messed up, but here you are, playing word games. Are you threatening Nathan?" Kelly said, secretly pleased.<br /> <br /> Cynthia glanced coldly at her. "Kelly, sometimes, you should just stay quiet."<br /> <br /> But Nathan's response caught Cynthia off guard. "I don't agree to the divorce."<br /> <br /> Cynthia let out a bitter laugh. "Isn't this what you've always wanted? Now that I'm stepping aside, you can be with Jessica happily ever after. Why disagree?<br /> <br /> "Or is there something more you're after, something you haven't gotten from me yet?" Cynthia's tone shifted, causing a subtle change in the expressions of the two before her.<br /> <br /> She didn't think herself so self-absorbed to believe Nathan still had feelings for her. Their reactions pretty much confirmed her suspicions.<br /> <br /> "I guess I was right." Cynthia curled up her lips. "So, Nathan, what's it gonna take for you to sign those divorce papers?"<br /> <br /> Nathan's eyes were deep and solemn. At this point, there was nothing left to hide. "Jessica's really sick, Cynthia, and you're the only one who can donate a kidney to save her. That's my only condition. Help her, and you won't regret it, I promise."<br /> <br /> Cynthia was thunderstruck, her voice hoarse with disbelief. "You mean, this whole time...you were just after my kidney?"<br /> <br /> "Jessica is the only one Nathan loves. Why else would he marry you if not to save her?" Kelly sneered, and Nathan's look confirmed that she was right.<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt a chill in her heart. It all made sense now. Nathan had initially balked at his grandfather Mark Richardson's suggestion of marrying Cynthia. He had been adamant about marrying Jessica instead, only to abruptly change his mind when Cynthia was nearly ready to walk away.<br /> <br /> She had hoped that, over time, Nathan might come to love her. But she realized now that from the very start, he had been scheming for her kidney!<br /> <br /> "Cynthia," Nathan said, softening his tone deliberately. "Just help me out this one time, and I promise to keep today's drama under wraps. I'll make it worth your while, enough to start over somewhere far away."<br /> <br /> "In your dreams, Nathan." Cynthia emphasized each word. "Sure, I had feelings for you, but not enough to degrade myself like this."<br /> <br /> "Looks like you choose the hard way." Nathan, never one with a good temper, immediately hardened his stance. "If you refuse to donate a kidney to Jessica, I will absolutely not agree to the divorce."<br /> <br /> Cynthia laughed angrily and retorted, "Fine by me. Do you have any idea how hard I worked to marry you? If you want to grow old with me, then so be it."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia!" Nathan's face soured. He was about to speak when Cynthia ruthlessly cut him off.<br /> <br /> "I just give you one chance, Nathan. Be at the Courthouse entrance at 9 AM sharp tomorrow. If you don't show up..."<br /> <br /> Cynthia smirked coldly. "Then even better. Jessica can forget about marrying into the Richardson family. And I'll make sure to remind you that you'll be a cuckolds for the rest of your life!"<br /> <br /> With that, Cynthia turned and left, not bothering to give Nathan or Kelly a second glance.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, what if she refuses the surgery? What about Jessica?" Kelly, watching Cynthia's retreating figure, feigned urgency.<br /> <br /> Nathan's gaze was deep. "Don't worry. I'll find a way to make her agree."<br /> <br /> As Cynthia stepped out of the hotel, a sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom suddenly pulled up, blocking her path.<br /> <br /> The window rolled down, showing a woman in her forties, still exuding charm, a face often seen on financial news.<br /> <br /> "You're right on time, Mom." Recognizing the woman, Cynthia wasn't surprised at all, her voice and posture shifting to something more dignified.<br /> <br /> "Get in," Heather Brooks said calmly.<br /> <br /> With a deep breath, Cynthia got into the back seat. Throughout the ride, they hardly talked to each other.<br /> <br /> In Litharia, Jenkins Villa stood majestically in the most coveted scenic area, home to the affluent Jenkins family.<br /> <br /> "I've heard the story between you and Nathan. So, have you finally seen Nathan's true colors?"<br /> <br /> In the living room of Jenkins Villa, Heather sipped her coffee, looking at Cynthia indifferently. "It's time for you to come back and take over the family business."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Heather had five children, and aside from her only daughter, Cynthia, the other four sons kept their identities hidden, excelling in their fields but refusing to take over the family business.<br /> <br /> Left with no other option, Heather pinned her hopes on Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Cynthia breathed deeply, only then realizing that she had been under her mother's watchful eye for these past three years.<br /> <br /> It wasn't surprising, though. Since her father's death, the Jenkins family had been fragmented. Heather wasn't truly a Jenkins. Although she had been holding the reins, she was surrounded by those eyeing her position. Eventually, Heather had grown accustomed to keeping everything under her control, leaving no stone unturned.<br /> <br /> "It's not possible right now," Cynthia said somewhat helplessly.<br /> <br /> Heather's eyes narrowed as she spoke firmly. "What, you still have feelings for him?"<br /> <br /> "Of course not," Cynthia couldn't help but laugh dryly. "Mom, I just need some time to divorce him. I promise, after the divorce, I will definitely return to the Jenkins family."<br /> <br /> Cynthia mused, why did she ever waste three years pining for Nathan?<br /> <br /> Getting the response she wanted, Heather nodded in satisfaction. "That's more like a Jenkins girl. Also..."<br /> <br /> "What is it?" Seeing Heather hesitating to speak, Cynthia was curious.<br /> <br /> Heather spoke steadily. "The man you slept with at the hotel, do you recall who he is?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia's expression froze, and she remained silent.<br /> <br /> "I'm thinking about finding this man. If he's decent enough, we could welcome him into the family. The Jenkins can certainly afford to support one more. This would also solidify your position in the family."<br /> <br /> What Heather left unsaid was that if the man was not up to her standard, the consequences were obvious.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was at a loss for words. She didn't even know how to argue with that.<br /> <br /> Back in her room, Cynthia lay on the bed, overwhelmed. What happened today was more thrilling than her life during the past three years combined.<br /> <br /> She absently played with the cufflink in her hand, a lone clue left by the mysterious man from the previous night.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, Cynthia realized something and sat up abruptly. The cufflink was a limited edition, and her brother, the third sir of the Jenkins, Eric Jenkins, also a leading designer, might know its origin.<br /> <br /> Without hesitation, Cynthia called Eric.<br /> <br /> "Thia, you've finally taken your eyes off that idiot, huh? What's up?" Eric's voice was cheerful over the phone.<br /> <br /> Cynthia couldn't help but smile, "Starting today, Nathan and I have nothing to do with each other. We're getting divorced tomorrow."<br /> <br /> At that moment, in the midst of a major international jewelry show, Eric sat up straight. "What? What on earth happened to make the blind girl finally see the light?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia laughed. "Come on, stop kidding. Are you free right now? I could really use your help. Check your messages. I've sent you a picture. Can you figure out where this thing's from?"<br /> <br /> The next morning, outside the Courthouse, Nathan stood with a stern expression. He arrived on time and had been waiting for two hours without a glimpse of Cynthia.<br /> <br /> His calls went unanswered, and just as his patience was running thin, Cynthia finally arrived.<br /> <br /> She was dressed to the nines, radiant and elegant, a stark contrast to her former self. Nathan almost didn't recognize her at first sight.<br /> <br /> "What now? Getting cold feet about the divorce?" Seeing Cynthia slowly making her appearance, Nathan thought she regretted her decision not to divorce and had dressed up like this to win him back, feeling smug.<br /> <br /> "Getting cold feet? Why do I have to?" Cynthia touched her earring. She had intentionally made Nathan wait outside today.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was certain that Nathan wouldn't leave as long as his goal remained unmet, even if it meant waiting there all day.<br /> <br /> Nathan snorted, "As long as you're willing to help Jessica, we can still be friends."<br /> <br /> "What are you thinking? We're getting divorced and you still think we can be friends?" Cynthia scoffed dismissively. "You know what, Nathan? I've changed my mind. Why should I rely on a man who's after my organs? There are plenty of decent men out there, like that guy from the hotel. I'm quite satisfied with him."<br /> <br /> Even if Nathan had once saved her life, the help she had given him secretly over the past three years was more than enough to settle any debt.<br /> <br /> "Shameless!" Nathan didn't expect Cynthia to change her attitude so quickly, grinding his teeth in anger.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was unapologetic. "And what about you? Let's go. I can hardly wait."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Half an hour later, the two emerged from the Courthouse. Cynthia held the divorce papers, knowing that from now on, her marriage to Nathan was officially over.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, my offer is always on the table. When you're ready, you know where to find me," Nathan said, glancing at Cynthia, his words laced with implication.<br /> <br /> He had always thought that Cynthia came from a modest background. The financial security he could provide was something he thought Cynthia couldn't earn in a lifetime.<br /> <br /> Cynthia scoffed, "Dream on, Nathan. That day will never come."<br /> <br /> Nathan was about to respond when his expression suddenly changed. He quickly descended the steps, leaving Cynthia behind.<br /> <br /> "Jessica? What are you doing here?"<br /> <br /> At the foot of the steps, a girl with an innocent appearance and long hair cascading over her shoulders rushed toward them. Her face was ghostly pale. It was Jessica, the one Nathan always held dear.<br /> <br /> In just a few short steps, Jessica was panting.<br /> <br /> Nathan, heart aching, wrapped his arms around Jessica, gently stroking her back to help her catch her breath.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had had enough of their closeness. She was ready to leave then and there.<br /> <br /> "Wait up, Cynthia, please, just a sec," Jessica panted, rushing to intercept Cynthia.<br /> <br /> "Do you need something?" Cynthia asked indifferently, causing Nathan to frown.<br /> <br /> Jessica bit her lip. "I... I'm sorry about Nathan. He's always saying the opposite of what he feels. He really cares about you, you know. The last thing I want is for you guys to split."<br /> <br /> Seeing Jessica's meekness, Nathan felt a twinge of pain. "Jessica, you don't have to apologize for me."<br /> <br /> "Nathan's right. Why do you think you can apologize on his behalf?" Cynthia looked at Jessica, whose facade of innocence was grating on her.<br /> <br /> It's all my fault. He's been tough on you because he's worried about my condition. Can you just let it slide this time? I don't have much time left, and...I really hope there's someone by his side when I'm gone.<br /> <br /> Cynthia smiled, "It seems you're quite aware of your own health condition. You two are really close, right? Then how could you bear to push him towards me?"<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, don't push your luck," Nathan said, his face clouding over.<br /> <br /> Jessica bit her lip. "Nathan and I are just friends. I genuinely wish you two to patch things up."<br /> <br /> "But the divorce is already final," Cynthia said deliberately.<br /> <br /> Jessica quickly suggested. "But if there's a chance, why not consider remarriage?"<br /> <br /> "You're really looking out for us, huh? Do you even believe what you're saying?" Cynthia scoffed. She was done playing along and decided to confront the truth head-on. "You don't want us back together, Jessica. You're worried that if we divorce, Nathan won't be able to control me to get you a kidney transplant in time before finding a new donor. Sorry, but I'm not budging. I won't let you get your way."<br /> <br /> "It's not like that, Cynthia. You've got it all wrong. I would never..." She shook her head vigorously, looking utterly wronged.<br /> <br /> Cynthia smirked. "You may not do it yourself, but you're great at hinting. I believe someone would do it for you."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, this was all my idea. What does it have to do with Jessica? Back off," Nathan said, his expression darkening as he quickly jumped to Jessica's defense.<br /> <br /> Cynthia sneered, "Funny, I didn't even mention a name. But since you care so much for each other, why not make it official? The city hall is just around the corner. Why wait? Go get married today.<br /> <br /> "At least you're his wife when you are gone, Jessica. Isn't that right?"<br /> <br /> Jessica's eyes flickered with unreadable emotion, and she still played innocent. "Cynthia, Nathan and I are really just good friends. I'm getting worse. After years without a matching kidney donor, I've given up hope."<br /> <br /> "So, I'm your only hope, huh? No wonder you're so desperate to having me stay," Cynthia said bluntly, cutting to the heart of the matter.<br /> <br /> Jessica, overwhelmed with frustration and unable to counter Cynthia's relentless words, suddenly collapsed.<br /> <br /> "Jessica, Jessica!" Nathan held her in his arms, calling her name repeatedly, but Jessica showed no response.<br /> <br /> "How convenient to ptootshie out at this moment." Cynthia noted with a smile.<br /> <br /> Nathan glared at Cynthia, scooping Jessica up in his arms, and warned sternly, "If anything happens to Jessica, Cynthia, I'll never forgive you."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Having said that, Nathan hurriedly carried Jessica to the car and headed for the hospital.<br /> <br /> Cynthia, unfazed, turned and drove towards Richardson Villa to pack her things.<br /> <br /> She had lived in Richardson Villa for three years. Three years ago, she was overjoyed, thinking she had finally found the person from her childhood.<br /> <br /> It was she who had saved Nathan from danger, even daring to bet with Heather and hiding her identity to marry into the Richardson family. She tiptoed through life there, desperately trying to fit in.<br /> <br /> Yet, throughout all those three years, the Richardsons never accepted her as one of them, always leaving her feeling like an outsider no matter how hard she tried.<br /> <br /> Cynthia finally realized that Nathan had been insincere from the start. Reflecting on it now, she just couldn't believe how naive she had been, viewing everything through the rose-colored gltootshiees of her childhood memories.<br /> <br /> Luckily, she had finally woken up. There was no going back to this family for her.<br /> <br /> As she entered the living room, Kelly stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at her with a smug expression.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was not surprised. A month ago, Nathan had brazenly brought the Dixon sisters back to live in Richardson Villa.<br /> <br /> Nathan's mother, Sharon Richardson, had been completely charmed by them, never showing Cynthia any kindness.<br /> <br /> Looking down on Cynthia, Kelly gloated. "Cynthia, you're already divorced from Nathan. Why do you even show your face here?<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I'm talking to you! Do you think playing deaf and dumb will get you through? Shameless." Kelly stood in the middle of the staircase, arms crossed, saying sternly.<br /> <br /> Cynthia glanced at her indifferently. "You know very well that who's the shameless one. Move aside."<br /> <br /> "What if I don't?" Kelly smirked triumphantly. "You are nothing but a discarded wife, and yet you dare to be arrogant in front of me. If you want me to step aside, beg for it."<br /> <br /> "Kelly, I really admire your reckless courage," Cynthia said with a light laugh. "I haven't even bothered with you yet, and here you are, stepping right into the crosshairs."<br /> <br /> Kelly didn't take Cynthia's words seriously, her eyes filled with scorn. "You think you can intimidate me, Cynthia? Really, what do you think you're capable of?"<br /> <br /> A sharp glint flashed in Cynthia's eyes as she spoke calmly. "A minor actress shamelessly moves into a married man's house, and within a month, the young couple is divorced. I wonder, if this little scandal hits the headlines, how your fans will react. Will they stand by you, or will they turn their backs, dragging your name through the mud?"<br /> <br /> Kelly, a mediocre graduate from a film academy with unremarkable looks and talent, had only managed to carve a niche for herself in showbiz with Nathan's financial support. She was, at best, a second-tier star, and her position in the entertainment world was what she valued most.<br /> <br /> Sure enough, Kelly's face changed drastically at these words. "Cynthia, are you threatening me?"<br /> <br /> "Right, I am threatening you," Cynthia admitted. "Better watch your step with me. If not, I'll make sure this story goes public. You've got plenty of enemies itching for a scoop like this. I wonder how many fans will stick by you after that."<br /> <br /> "You wouldn't dare!" Kelly's face betrayed a flash of panic.<br /> <br /> Cynthia scoffed, "Try me. I've got nothing to hide. You're the one who should be worried, not me. Don't believe me? Go ahead, push your luck!"<br /> <br /> Perhaps it was her tolerance over these past three years that had given these people the audacity to challenge her.<br /> <br /> Having said that, Cynthia pushed past Kelly's shoulder, striding upstairs to her room, leaving Kelly standing there in fury.<br /> <br /> The master room was divided into two parts - a study and a bedroom. Nathan never spent the night in the bedroom, and the study was more like a shared area for the two.<br /> <br /> In less than half an hour, Cynthia had packed her things. After three years, all she had filled was one suitcase and a backpack. Looking at them, she almost wanted to laugh.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, she remembered a pen of hers in the study. As she went in to retrieve it, she noticed a document on the desk.<br /> <br /> Her eyes fell on the paper. It was a bidding proposal from Nathan's company for a project under the Jenkins Group.<br /> <br /> Cynthia almost laughed. In the past, if she had seen this document, she would have secretly helped, arranging for the Jenkins Group to internally fix the bid to help Nathan secure the project.<br /> <br /> But now, seeing the proposal, Cynthia smiled, promising herself to give Nathan a surprise.<br /> <br /> After packing her things, Cynthia, dragging her suitcase, was about to leave when suddenly someone appeared at the door.<br /> <br /> "Don't worry, I'm all packed and I won't be back," Cynthia said indifferently. To her, Nathan had become less significant than a stranger.<br /> <br /> Nathan snorted, "That's it? That's all you have to say?"<br /> <br /> "What more is there between us?" Cynthia couldn't help but laugh. "The fact that you're standing here means Jessica is still alive. Now, if you don't mind, step aside. I'm hurried to move out."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I never realized how sharp-tongued you could be," Nathan said coldly, staring at the person before him. "Before you leave, you must apologize to Kelly!"<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> "Why should I apologize?" Cynthia released her suitcase, her eyes brimming with mockery. "Really, Nathan? Isn't Jessica enough for you? Or are you trying to have them both?"<br /> <br /> Nathan was close to losing his temper. "What nonsense are you talking about? Kelly is like a sister to me, nothing more!"<br /> <br /> "That's a question you should be asking your dear mother, not me," Cynthia said, uninterested in arguing further.<br /> <br /> Sharon had always favored the Dixon sisters. While Jessica was delicate and often sick, Sharon secretly hoped Kelly would be Nathan's wife. Nathan, however, was completely oblivious to this.<br /> <br /> Nathan took a deep breath, trying to keep his anger in check. He needed to remember why he was here. His voice softened but still carried a hint of superiority. "Listen, Cynthia, I'm here to make a deal with you. If you agree to donate a kidney to Jessica, I'll compensate you."<br /> <br /> "Compensate? How much?" Cynthia's tone was full of mockery, but Nathan, oblivious, thought she was actually considering it.<br /> <br /> "Forty thousand dollars, Cynthia. That's way more than you'd make in years," Nathan said, confident in his proposition, believing that to Cynthia, 40 thousand dollars was a fortune.<br /> <br /> Cynthia burst into uncontrollable laughter, almost crying with mirth.<br /> <br /> Nathan, infuriated and embarrtootshieed, demanded, "What's so funny?"<br /> <br /> It took Cynthia a while to compose herself. She spoke slowly, "Your absurd daydreams, Nathan. And how clueless you are about your own ignorance. Here's my offer. Four million dollars for Kelly's kidney. Convince her. It's way more than she could make in years."<br /> <br /> "Enough! If you want more, just say it. Stop pretending," Nathan said, looking at her as if she were insane.<br /> <br /> Cynthia calmly replied, "Believe it or not, that's your problem. I'll say this one last time. I will never donate a kidney to Jessica. This is it. We're done!"<br /> <br /> With that, she dragged her suitcase past Nathan.<br /> <br /> From behind, Nathan called out confidently. "Cynthia, one day you'll come back to me for money!"<br /> <br /> "In your dreams," Cynthia retorted without turning back just as she was about to leave. Suddenly, a man approached her head-on.<br /> <br /> Their eyes met unexpectedly, and Cynthia was momentarily startled. The man was tall, easily six foot three, with a straight nose and strikingly handsome features. What caught the attention most, however, were his deep eyes that could easily draw someone in without them realizing it.<br /> <br /> This was Nathan's younger uncle, Lawrence Richardson.<br /> <br /> The moment Lawrence saw Cynthia's face clearly, his brow twitched subtly. His look was complex, unreadable, like a sharp sword fixed on her face, shrouded in mystery.<br /> <br /> Cynthia guessed that Lawrence might have overheard her argument with Nathan and was reacting to it. She nodded casually, keeping her cool.<br /> <br /> Within a few seconds, Lawrence masked his emotions, his eyes settling into a serene calmness. They continued walking, merely brushing past each other.<br /> <br /> However, in that brief moment of ptootshieing, Cynthia's expression changed dramatically. Subconsciously, she slowed her pace, her eyes drawn to Lawrence's suit.<br /> <br /> The left sleeve of his gray, tailor-made suit sported a unique sapphire cufflink, exuding a subtle elegance. However, the right sleeve was conspicuously bare, missing its matching piece.<br /> <br /> In an instant, Cynthia felt utterly disheveled, as if a tornado had just swept through her world.<br /> <br /> "Thia, about that thing you asked me to look into, I think I'm onto something." Eric's voice rose teasingly from the other end of the phone, deliberately keeping her in suspense.<br /> <br /> Stopped at a red light, Cynthia sat in her Ferrari, her mind elsewhere. "No need to guess. I've figured it out."<br /> <br /> "Oh, really?" Eric sounded genuinely surprised. "I haven't even told you yet. How did you know?"<br /> <br /> "Just forget about it." Cynthia pressed her temples, weary. "Eric, let's pretend I never asked. Focus on your work. Bye."<br /> <br /> Before Eric could respond, Cynthia reclined in her seat, her head throbbing. The way Lawrence had looked at her earlier made her wonder...if he had recognized her.<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Cynthia couldn't help but feel relieved. Luckily, she was already divorced. Otherwise, bumping into him all the time would've been too awkward to handle.<br /> <br /> Just as she returned to Jenkins Villa, the butler immediately approached her to report that Heather was waiting for her in the upstairs study. Cynthia, with a resigned smile, handed her things over to a servant and made her way upstairs.<br /> <br /> "Back already?" Heather, surrounded by a mountain of papers, glanced up and gave a small nod. "Everything sorted?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia smiled freely, "I've got the divorce papers, and all my stuff is moved back. There's no need for further contact."<br /> <br /> She sat down in front of Heather's desk, tentatively starting the conversation. "Mom, I heard the Jenkins Group is starting the bidding process for the project in the Grimes Group? Have we made a decision yet?"<br /> <br /> Heather looked up, her stern gaze softening a bit as she scrutinized Cynthia. "The bidding is set for next week. So far, we haven't found the right fit yet. What's got you interested all of a sudden?<br /> <br /> "Right, you said before that after the divorce, you would return to the Jenkins Group and take over my place. Are you ready to step up now?" Heather reminded her again.<br /> <br /> Cynthia smiled wryly, "Running the Jenkins Group can wait a bit. I've been out of the game for three years. Jumping in headfirst might just show off my rust. I'm thinking of starting with the Grimes Group project, you know, to get my feet wet. Gotta ease into it."<br /> <br /> "Why bother with all that? You've got the talent," Heather disagreed, confident in Cynthia's abilities.<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt somewhat helpless but still stood her ground. "We need to let the old guard get used to the idea. If I swoop in right after coming back, who knows how many troubles they might throw in my way. Even if I can handle it, it's still a htootshiele."<br /> <br /> Heather looked at her for a long moment before giving in. "Alright, have it your way. But get up to speed fast. I can't hold off for long."<br /> <br /> "Okay, I won't let you down," Cynthia said with a slight smile, her gaze drifting to the scenery outside the window.<br /> <br /> In the VIP ward of the rehabilitation hospital, all the nurses knew Jessica in Room 5 had a super devoted boyfriend. But inside that room, the truth was a whole other story.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, don't be so impulsive. Cynthia's a good girl, really. You should be nicer to her." Jessica leaned against the headboard, her face ghostly pale.<br /> <br /> Nathan strongly disagreed, "Jessica, don't be fooled by her. Remember what she did to you? And how she spoke to Kelly? She's just a troublemaker, trust me."<br /> <br /> Jessica smiled gently, placing her hand on Nathan's back. "She just cares too much about you. Look, my body... It's not great. You should focus on your life, not mine.<br /> <br /> "I want you two to get back together. Let her be there for you. That way, I can go peacefully, knowing you're not alone."<br /> <br /> "Jessica..." Nathan's heart sank as he looked at her, her selflessness only deepening his pain. "Don't say that. We're going to beat this, okay?"<br /> <br /> Jessica's eyes were downcast as she feigned nonchalance. "At this point, unless we find a kidney that matches, there's no hope. Please, I don't want you to be worried about me anymore."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia's a match. Leave it to me, I'll talk to her," Nathan said confidently.<br /> <br /> Jessica quickly shook her head. "Don't push her, okay? If she's not up to it, I won't accept it either."<br /> <br /> "You're just too kind..." Nathan became even more determined to get Cynthia's agreement. He was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang.<br /> <br /> "hecko, is this Mr. Nathan Richardson from the Richardson Group? This is the Jenkins Group. We've gone through your proposal, and our head would like to talk with you one on one.<br /> <br /> Nathan was overjoyed upon hearing this. Getting along with the Jenkins could elevate his status in the Richardson family.<br /> <br /> He mouthed "the Jenkins Group" to Jessica, who also looked pleasantly surprised.<br /> <br /> "Can you do this afternoon?" The person from the Jenkins Group had already set the time.<br /> <br /> Nathan hesitated as he looked at Jessica's beautiful yet pale face. "This afternoon?" He had promised to spend the entire day with Jessica.<br /> <br /> The ward fell silent. Noticing Nathan's hesitation, Jessica smiled and waved her hand, signaling him not to worry about her and to quickly agree. Urged by Jessica, Nathan awkwardly consented.<br /> <br /> He hung up the phone, his expression clouded. "Jessica, I..."<br /> <br /> Jessica spoke with understanding. "Come on, you've been working so hard on this project, and now you've got a chance you just can't ptootshie up."<br /> <br /> "But I promised to spend the whole day with you today," Nathan said, his brow furrowing with guilt.<br /> <br /> "Don't be silly, I'll be fine, and Kelly will come over this afternoon," Jessica said, her eyes glistening. "How about this? If you feel guilty, make it up to me by spending all day with me tomorrow."<br /> <br /> Nathan's heart softened. "Okay, I'll also come over early tonight. Just take care of yourself, okay?"<br /> <br /> Once Nathan left, Jessica watched his retreating figure, a complex emotion hidden in her eyes.<br /> <br /> The Jenkins Group towered in the heart of the bustling city center, occupying an entire office building. Nathan, full of ambition, walked in, trying to calm his emotions, determined to present his best self in the upcoming meeting.<br /> <br /> A staff member knocked and led him into the reception room.<br /> <br /> Behind the wooden desk, the rotating chair was turned away from the door. The project manager, with her back to him, tapped her left hand lightly on the desk, casting a silent but palpable tension in the air.<br /> <br /> Nathan hadn't felt this nervous in a long time. He steadied his nerves and put on a composed smile. "hecko, I'm Nathan from the Richardson Group. We have an appointment this morning. Here is the Richardson Group's proposal for the Grimes Group project."<br /> <br /> A moment ptootshieed, and then a clear, confident voice answered, "Mr. Richardson, pleased to meet you." As the chair swiveled around, Nathan finally saw the project manager's face. At that moment, his eyes widened in surprise.<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Nathan blurted out without thinking, "Cynthia?"<br /> <br /> "What?" Cynthia's expression was cold, her brows slightly furrowed.<br /> <br /> Nathan finally got a good look at her.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was clad in a sharp white suit, and her short chestnut hair framed her face, exuding a sense of authority.<br /> <br /> "Sorry, my mistake. Thought you were someone else," Nathan quickly apologized, swiftly denying his initial thought. He didn't think that this woman, with such control over her surroundings, could be Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Yet, her face resembled Cynthia's so closely.<br /> <br /> "Is that so?" Cynthia responded indifferently. "Enough for the small talk, let's discuss your proposal, shall we?" She got straight into the point.<br /> <br /> Nathan, not lacking in professional skills, quickly engaged in the conversation, explaining his planning concepts in detail. Cynthia interjected occasionally with her opinions and pointed out potential problems in implementation, asking Nathan for solutions.<br /> <br /> The two of them conversed back and forth, thoroughly enjoying their discussion.<br /> <br /> "I'll take the Richardson Group proposal into careful consideration," Cynthia stated, neatly wrapping up their conversation.<br /> <br /> Nathan felt a thrill of hope at the prospect of collaboration.<br /> <br /> As their business talk concluded, Nathan couldn't help but take a few more glances at her. Driven by an inexplicable urge, he blurted out, "Do you happen to know a woman named Cynthia?"<br /> <br /> After the question, Nathan immediately regretted it, wishing he could take back his words.<br /> <br /> He was about to change the subject when Cynthia's next statement wiped the smile off his face.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia? I'm quite familiar with her."<br /> <br /> Observing Nathan's transformation from shock to utter disbelief, Cynthia chuckled internally while maintaining her apparent composure. "Surprised?"<br /> <br /> "I just didn't expect that you would actually know her," Nathan replied, staring at the woman who bore a striking resemblance to Cynthia yet with a distinctly different vibe. He couldn't help but wonder if there were really two people so similar in this world.<br /> <br /> He was filled with confusion, unable to fathom how Cynthia, with her humble background, could be connected to a project manager of the Jenkins Group.<br /> <br /> He was about to ask for details when Cynthia interjected coldly, "Mr. Richardson, let's end it here for today. I've gone over your proposal. I'll get back to you with my decision after the seminar. I've got several other meetings lined up."<br /> <br /> Since she had said that, and Nathan was no slouch at picking up cues, he quickly stood up and humbly said, "Then I'll look forward to hearing from you. I'll get going now."<br /> <br /> "Take care."<br /> <br /> As Nathan left, Cynthia sneered. She couldn't help but find amusement in Nathan's hesitant, almost fearful demeanor.<br /> <br /> Finishing her work at the office, she decided it was time to head home.<br /> <br /> In the underground parking lot, Cynthia was searching for her car with the key in hand.<br /> <br /> She hadn't walked far when she suddenly noticed someone standing not far away. The moment their eyes met, Cynthia's smile froze.<br /> <br /> The man was tall, strikingly handsome, and it was none other than Lawrence!<br /> <br /> Cynthia's mouth twitched as she forced composure, averting her gaze and steeling herself as she located her car.<br /> <br /> Pretending not to recognize him, she tried to get in her car and leave. Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps froze her in place. A few seconds later, Lawrence stood in front of her car, halting her movements completely. Cynthia could feel the stare.<br /> <br /> Taking a deep breath, Cynthia turned around, offering a polite smile, "Mr. Richardson, is there something you need?"<br /> <br /> Although Lawrence was Nathan's uncle, the two had actually only met once at Cynthia and Nathan's wedding three years ago. Cynthia had no idea why he would want to see her now.<br /> <br /> Lawrence stood there silently, his gaze so penetrating that it alarmed Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Just as she started to suspect he had seen through her, Lawrence smiled faintly, "Your car is blocking the way."<br /> <br /> It was only then that Cynthia noticed her vehicle was parked right behind a sleek Jaguar.	LEARN_MORE	https://www.yumread.com/share/middle/h1s052yjjngiy	101489936134366	OasisStory	https://facebook.com/100087803393468	26,741	1	748,459,810,792,200	2024-04-29 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	0	Learn more	OasisStory	120207914940590455	www.yumread.com	NONE	video		https://www.yumread.com/share/middle/h1s052yjjngiylt1gjmuhgwr?ad_id={{ad.id}}&sid=120207914929570455&campaign={{campaign.name}}&adgroup={{adset.name}}	2024-04-29 07:33	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438079257_1441154070107989_7189369523517884007_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=8JR7CzsBGBAAb5uw46S&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&oh=00_AfCGEBBhndTUepgtNEkvFMp-J0d4pBE2BqZqC01P-R61zg&oe=663624E6	person_profile	0	OasisStory	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438146452_1351178778898732_4418868557395413917_n.jpg?_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Y3iXtiNMp0UAb757cNt&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&oh=00_AfABeoYI3mt6uh2zrq2iYg3owetzev6HW9aExGtrgGpd0g&oe=66360849	0	3	OasisStory	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,616,223	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	791865109212265	📚📚Title "Regret's All You Get"🥰👉	In the presidential suite of the Winson Hotel in Litharia, a breathtakingly beautiful woman lay in bed. Her delicate skin was mostly hidden under a sheer blanket, with only her arms peeking out, bearing the faint red traces of a night filled with ptootshieion.<br /> <br /> Cynthia Jenkins stirred, letting out a soft moan as she woke from her deep sleep. She tried to get up, but her body, still weary and sore, sank back onto the bed.<br /> <br /> Memories from the night before came rushing back, bringing a faint smile to her face. For the first time in their three-year marriage, she and her husband, Nathan Richardson, had made love.<br /> <br /> She noticed Nathan wasn't in the room, and a tinge of disappointment flickered across her face, quickly replaced by composure.<br /> <br /> At the beginning of their marriage, Nathan had been distant, rarely showing any affection. Cynthia couldn't help but wonder if last night marked a turning point, a sign that he had finally accepted her.<br /> <br /> With a flicker of hope, Cynthia rose cheerfully from the bed. The moment her bare feet touched the cold floor, she felt a sudden chill.<br /> <br /> Picking up a blue sapphire cufflink, oddly shaped and shimmering, from the floor, Cynthia widened her eyes in surprise. 'Could this be Nathan's?'<br /> <br /> Thinking of this, Cynthia smiled and placed the cufflink in her bag. Then, she went to freshen up herself before returning home.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had barely stepped out of the door when she ran into an unexpected visitor.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia?" The woman in front of her, dressed in a crisp white dress and possessing a sharp, piercing voice, was Kelly Dixon, the second lady of the Dixon family.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had always been at odds with the Dixon sisters. Jessica Dixon, the eldest lady of the family, was Nathan's first love. But today, Cynthia was in a good mood. "Kelly, what a surprise to see you here."<br /> <br /> "Indeed." Kelly sized up Cynthia with a mocking smile. "If I had arrived a bit earlier or later, I might have missed catching you in the act."<br /> <br /> She pointed at the red marks on Cynthia's arms with disdain. "What is this? You shameless woman! How dare you fooling around with other men behind Nathan's back!"<br /> <br /> Cynthia frowned, "What are you talking about?"<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I've always known you're shameless, clinging to Nathan. But I never pegged you as someone who'd stoop this low." Kelly's eyes sparkled with the thrill of uncovering a juicy piece of gossip. "Are you really going to say these marks are from a night with Nathan?"<br /> <br /> Before Cynthia could utter a word, Kelly cut her off. "Please, cut the act. Nathan was at the hospital last night, staying by my sister's side. He was too busy to even catch a nap, much less waste time on someone like you."<br /> <br /> Cynthia's face changed dramatically. "Nathan was at the hospital?"<br /> <br /> "Where else would he be? You think he'd come to see you?" Kelly's voice was thick with sarcasm, as if she had just heard something ridiculous. "You've been caught sneaking around with someone else, and I'm not letting this slide so easily!<br /> <br /> "I'm going to show Nathan just how low you can go!" Kelly declared, her resolve unwavering. "I'm calling him right now to come over!"<br /> <br /> Cynthia couldn't absorb a word. Her mind went blank.<br /> <br /> If Nathan had spent the entire night in the hospital, then who was the man who had been so ptootshieionately entwined with her last night?<br /> <br /> A sudden realization made Cynthia's face darken.<br /> <br /> She had been set up!<br /> <br /> Yesterday was their three-year wedding anniversary, and Nathan surprisingly messaged her to meet at a hotel.<br /> <br /> Overjoyed and without a second thought, Cynthia rushed over. But when she arrived, Nathan texted to say he would be late and even ordered her some takeout.<br /> <br /> Cynthia, not sensing anything amiss and simply savoring the food, didn't expect to completely lose consciousness after finishing her meal. And that man last night...<br /> <br /> As Cynthia thought about everything that happened last night, her face turned deathly pale. 'How could this happen?'<br /> <br /> "Nathan already hates you for taking Jessica's place, and now, he'll never forgive you!" Kelly said triumphantly after a quick phone call. She stood firmly in Cynthia's path, blocking her exit.<br /> <br /> Cynthia hadn't even considered leaving. She felt a chill run down her spine. Besides, there weren't many people who could send a message using Nathan's phone.<br /> <br /> Soon, Nathan hurried down the corridor. "Kelly, did you need something from me?"<br /> <br /> He glanced at Cynthia with impatience. "What are you doing here? Jessica is still in the hospital. What are you up to now?"<br /> <br /> "I..." Cynthia opened her mouth, her mind in turmoil, unsure how to respond to him.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, I called you here," Kelly interjected eagerly. "I just so happened to see Cynthia sneaking out of a hotel room with some guy. It's serious, so I had to tell you."<br /> <br /> Nathan's face darkened instantly. "Cynthia, is it true?"<br /> <br /> "Would you believe me if I say I was framed?" Cynthia's eyes held a flicker of hope. "It was you who..."<br /> <br /> A smack came!<br /> <br /> Nathan's hand struck her face with a resounding slap, his expression cold and detached.<br /> <br /> "Pathetic! Why would anyone frame you?" Nathan's eyes blazed with anger at the sight of the red marks on Cynthia's arms.<br /> <br /> Even if he had no feelings for Cynthia, she was still his wife in name. This was nothing but a shame to him.<br /> <br /> Kelly watched with a smirk, stirring the pot. "Exactly, you must be delusional to think someone's out to get you.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, she's just lashing out because you're nice to Jessica. I caught her once, but who knows how many times she's cheated on you. Wake up, man."<br /> <br /> "What else do you have to say?" Nathan's gaze was filled with disgust.<br /> <br /> "What can I say?" Cynthia touched her burning cheek, a cold despair settling in her heart. She looked at Nathan, fighting the urge to laugh bitterly. "Nathan, don't you even want to ask why I ended up here?"<br /> <br /> It was ridiculous that her husband seemed to be solely dedicated to helping others deceive her.<br /> <br /> Nathan's eyes were full of disgust. "What exactly are you trying to say?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt utterly disheartened. She held up her phone, emphasizing each word. "Your phone sent me a message to come here. I trusted it and showed up. Did you text me, Nathan?"<br /> <br /> Nathan's gaze flickered. Last night, after getting treated, Jessica borrowed his phone...<br /> <br /> "It seems you know now who it was." Cynthia noticed his evasive look and had her suspicions. She smiled through her tears, "Nathan, I'm your wife. I'm the one being framed."<br /> <br /> Kelly quickly interjected, "Nathan, don't fall for her act. She's just looking for an excuse..."<br /> <br /> "This is between me and my husband. It's not your place to interfere," Cynthia retorted, showing her temper in front of Nathan for the first time.<br /> <br /> "You..." Kelly was furious and about to retort.<br /> <br /> However, Nathan had made up his mind at that moment. "I sent the text. I got tied up, sure, but that's no excuse for you cheating!"<br /> <br /> "It seems this is your choice, then." Cynthia's heart turned cold. Despite knowing she was wronged, he still chose to defend that hypocritical woman. She couldn't believe this was the man she loved.<br /> <br /> Nathan didn't show any sign of guilt. "Cynthia, it's you who fooled around with another man. Who else is there to blame?"<br /> <br /> Even though he felt somewhat uncomfortable about what Jessica did, he still firmly sided with her.<br /> <br /> "I was blind to have trusted the wrong person."<br /> <br /> Cynthia closed her eyes, and when she opened them moments later, they were clear and resolved. "Nathan, let's get a divorce."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> "Cynthia, what on earth are you thinking?" Nathan frowned slightly while Kelly's eyes flickered with surprise.<br /> <br /> Cynthia gave a self-mocking smile. "Nathan, I'm not someone who clings to what I can't have. Remember, I'm the one walking away from you, not the other way around."<br /> <br /> With those words, Cynthia felt a sudden clarity in her heart.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, you're the one who messed up, but here you are, playing word games. Are you threatening Nathan?" Kelly said, secretly pleased.<br /> <br /> Cynthia glanced coldly at her. "Kelly, sometimes, you should just stay quiet."<br /> <br /> But Nathan's response caught Cynthia off guard. "I don't agree to the divorce."<br /> <br /> Cynthia let out a bitter laugh. "Isn't this what you've always wanted? Now that I'm stepping aside, you can be with Jessica happily ever after. Why disagree?<br /> <br /> "Or is there something more you're after, something you haven't gotten from me yet?" Cynthia's tone shifted, causing a subtle change in the expressions of the two before her.<br /> <br /> She didn't think herself so self-absorbed to believe Nathan still had feelings for her. Their reactions pretty much confirmed her suspicions.<br /> <br /> "I guess I was right." Cynthia curled up her lips. "So, Nathan, what's it gonna take for you to sign those divorce papers?"<br /> <br /> Nathan's eyes were deep and solemn. At this point, there was nothing left to hide. "Jessica's really sick, Cynthia, and you're the only one who can donate a kidney to save her. That's my only condition. Help her, and you won't regret it, I promise."<br /> <br /> Cynthia was thunderstruck, her voice hoarse with disbelief. "You mean, this whole time...you were just after my kidney?"<br /> <br /> "Jessica is the only one Nathan loves. Why else would he marry you if not to save her?" Kelly sneered, and Nathan's look confirmed that she was right.<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt a chill in her heart. It all made sense now. Nathan had initially balked at his grandfather Mark Richardson's suggestion of marrying Cynthia. He had been adamant about marrying Jessica instead, only to abruptly change his mind when Cynthia was nearly ready to walk away.<br /> <br /> She had hoped that, over time, Nathan might come to love her. But she realized now that from the very start, he had been scheming for her kidney!<br /> <br /> "Cynthia," Nathan said, softening his tone deliberately. "Just help me out this one time, and I promise to keep today's drama under wraps. I'll make it worth your while, enough to start over somewhere far away."<br /> <br /> "In your dreams, Nathan." Cynthia emphasized each word. "Sure, I had feelings for you, but not enough to degrade myself like this."<br /> <br /> "Looks like you choose the hard way." Nathan, never one with a good temper, immediately hardened his stance. "If you refuse to donate a kidney to Jessica, I will absolutely not agree to the divorce."<br /> <br /> Cynthia laughed angrily and retorted, "Fine by me. Do you have any idea how hard I worked to marry you? If you want to grow old with me, then so be it."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia!" Nathan's face soured. He was about to speak when Cynthia ruthlessly cut him off.<br /> <br /> "I just give you one chance, Nathan. Be at the Courthouse entrance at 9 AM sharp tomorrow. If you don't show up..."<br /> <br /> Cynthia smirked coldly. "Then even better. Jessica can forget about marrying into the Richardson family. And I'll make sure to remind you that you'll be a cuckolds for the rest of your life!"<br /> <br /> With that, Cynthia turned and left, not bothering to give Nathan or Kelly a second glance.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, what if she refuses the surgery? What about Jessica?" Kelly, watching Cynthia's retreating figure, feigned urgency.<br /> <br /> Nathan's gaze was deep. "Don't worry. I'll find a way to make her agree."<br /> <br /> As Cynthia stepped out of the hotel, a sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom suddenly pulled up, blocking her path.<br /> <br /> The window rolled down, showing a woman in her forties, still exuding charm, a face often seen on financial news.<br /> <br /> "You're right on time, Mom." Recognizing the woman, Cynthia wasn't surprised at all, her voice and posture shifting to something more dignified.<br /> <br /> "Get in," Heather Brooks said calmly.<br /> <br /> With a deep breath, Cynthia got into the back seat. Throughout the ride, they hardly talked to each other.<br /> <br /> In Litharia, Jenkins Villa stood majestically in the most coveted scenic area, home to the affluent Jenkins family.<br /> <br /> "I've heard the story between you and Nathan. So, have you finally seen Nathan's true colors?"<br /> <br /> In the living room of Jenkins Villa, Heather sipped her coffee, looking at Cynthia indifferently. "It's time for you to come back and take over the family business."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Heather had five children, and aside from her only daughter, Cynthia, the other four sons kept their identities hidden, excelling in their fields but refusing to take over the family business.<br /> <br /> Left with no other option, Heather pinned her hopes on Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Cynthia breathed deeply, only then realizing that she had been under her mother's watchful eye for these past three years.<br /> <br /> It wasn't surprising, though. Since her father's death, the Jenkins family had been fragmented. Heather wasn't truly a Jenkins. Although she had been holding the reins, she was surrounded by those eyeing her position. Eventually, Heather had grown accustomed to keeping everything under her control, leaving no stone unturned.<br /> <br /> "It's not possible right now," Cynthia said somewhat helplessly.<br /> <br /> Heather's eyes narrowed as she spoke firmly. "What, you still have feelings for him?"<br /> <br /> "Of course not," Cynthia couldn't help but laugh dryly. "Mom, I just need some time to divorce him. I promise, after the divorce, I will definitely return to the Jenkins family."<br /> <br /> Cynthia mused, why did she ever waste three years pining for Nathan?<br /> <br /> Getting the response she wanted, Heather nodded in satisfaction. "That's more like a Jenkins girl. Also..."<br /> <br /> "What is it?" Seeing Heather hesitating to speak, Cynthia was curious.<br /> <br /> Heather spoke steadily. "The man you slept with at the hotel, do you recall who he is?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia's expression froze, and she remained silent.<br /> <br /> "I'm thinking about finding this man. If he's decent enough, we could welcome him into the family. The Jenkins can certainly afford to support one more. This would also solidify your position in the family."<br /> <br /> What Heather left unsaid was that if the man was not up to her standard, the consequences were obvious.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was at a loss for words. She didn't even know how to argue with that.<br /> <br /> Back in her room, Cynthia lay on the bed, overwhelmed. What happened today was more thrilling than her life during the past three years combined.<br /> <br /> She absently played with the cufflink in her hand, a lone clue left by the mysterious man from the previous night.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, Cynthia realized something and sat up abruptly. The cufflink was a limited edition, and her brother, the third sir of the Jenkins, Eric Jenkins, also a leading designer, might know its origin.<br /> <br /> Without hesitation, Cynthia called Eric.<br /> <br /> "Thia, you've finally taken your eyes off that idiot, huh? What's up?" Eric's voice was cheerful over the phone.<br /> <br /> Cynthia couldn't help but smile, "Starting today, Nathan and I have nothing to do with each other. We're getting divorced tomorrow."<br /> <br /> At that moment, in the midst of a major international jewelry show, Eric sat up straight. "What? What on earth happened to make the blind girl finally see the light?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia laughed. "Come on, stop kidding. Are you free right now? I could really use your help. Check your messages. I've sent you a picture. Can you figure out where this thing's from?"<br /> <br /> The next morning, outside the Courthouse, Nathan stood with a stern expression. He arrived on time and had been waiting for two hours without a glimpse of Cynthia.<br /> <br /> His calls went unanswered, and just as his patience was running thin, Cynthia finally arrived.<br /> <br /> She was dressed to the nines, radiant and elegant, a stark contrast to her former self. Nathan almost didn't recognize her at first sight.<br /> <br /> "What now? Getting cold feet about the divorce?" Seeing Cynthia slowly making her appearance, Nathan thought she regretted her decision not to divorce and had dressed up like this to win him back, feeling smug.<br /> <br /> "Getting cold feet? Why do I have to?" Cynthia touched her earring. She had intentionally made Nathan wait outside today.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was certain that Nathan wouldn't leave as long as his goal remained unmet, even if it meant waiting there all day.<br /> <br /> Nathan snorted, "As long as you're willing to help Jessica, we can still be friends."<br /> <br /> "What are you thinking? We're getting divorced and you still think we can be friends?" Cynthia scoffed dismissively. "You know what, Nathan? I've changed my mind. Why should I rely on a man who's after my organs? There are plenty of decent men out there, like that guy from the hotel. I'm quite satisfied with him."<br /> <br /> Even if Nathan had once saved her life, the help she had given him secretly over the past three years was more than enough to settle any debt.<br /> <br /> "Shameless!" Nathan didn't expect Cynthia to change her attitude so quickly, grinding his teeth in anger.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was unapologetic. "And what about you? Let's go. I can hardly wait."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Half an hour later, the two emerged from the Courthouse. Cynthia held the divorce papers, knowing that from now on, her marriage to Nathan was officially over.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, my offer is always on the table. When you're ready, you know where to find me," Nathan said, glancing at Cynthia, his words laced with implication.<br /> <br /> He had always thought that Cynthia came from a modest background. The financial security he could provide was something he thought Cynthia couldn't earn in a lifetime.<br /> <br /> Cynthia scoffed, "Dream on, Nathan. That day will never come."<br /> <br /> Nathan was about to respond when his expression suddenly changed. He quickly descended the steps, leaving Cynthia behind.<br /> <br /> "Jessica? What are you doing here?"<br /> <br /> At the foot of the steps, a girl with an innocent appearance and long hair cascading over her shoulders rushed toward them. Her face was ghostly pale. It was Jessica, the one Nathan always held dear.<br /> <br /> In just a few short steps, Jessica was panting.<br /> <br /> Nathan, heart aching, wrapped his arms around Jessica, gently stroking her back to help her catch her breath.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had had enough of their closeness. She was ready to leave then and there.<br /> <br /> "Wait up, Cynthia, please, just a sec," Jessica panted, rushing to intercept Cynthia.<br /> <br /> "Do you need something?" Cynthia asked indifferently, causing Nathan to frown.<br /> <br /> Jessica bit her lip. "I... I'm sorry about Nathan. He's always saying the opposite of what he feels. He really cares about you, you know. The last thing I want is for you guys to split."<br /> <br /> Seeing Jessica's meekness, Nathan felt a twinge of pain. "Jessica, you don't have to apologize for me."<br /> <br /> "Nathan's right. Why do you think you can apologize on his behalf?" Cynthia looked at Jessica, whose facade of innocence was grating on her.<br /> <br /> It's all my fault. He's been tough on you because he's worried about my condition. Can you just let it slide this time? I don't have much time left, and...I really hope there's someone by his side when I'm gone.<br /> <br /> Cynthia smiled, "It seems you're quite aware of your own health condition. You two are really close, right? Then how could you bear to push him towards me?"<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, don't push your luck," Nathan said, his face clouding over.<br /> <br /> Jessica bit her lip. "Nathan and I are just friends. I genuinely wish you two to patch things up."<br /> <br /> "But the divorce is already final," Cynthia said deliberately.<br /> <br /> Jessica quickly suggested. "But if there's a chance, why not consider remarriage?"<br /> <br /> "You're really looking out for us, huh? Do you even believe what you're saying?" Cynthia scoffed. She was done playing along and decided to confront the truth head-on. "You don't want us back together, Jessica. You're worried that if we divorce, Nathan won't be able to control me to get you a kidney transplant in time before finding a new donor. Sorry, but I'm not budging. I won't let you get your way."<br /> <br /> "It's not like that, Cynthia. You've got it all wrong. I would never..." She shook her head vigorously, looking utterly wronged.<br /> <br /> Cynthia smirked. "You may not do it yourself, but you're great at hinting. I believe someone would do it for you."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, this was all my idea. What does it have to do with Jessica? Back off," Nathan said, his expression darkening as he quickly jumped to Jessica's defense.<br /> <br /> Cynthia sneered, "Funny, I didn't even mention a name. But since you care so much for each other, why not make it official? The city hall is just around the corner. Why wait? Go get married today.<br /> <br /> "At least you're his wife when you are gone, Jessica. Isn't that right?"<br /> <br /> Jessica's eyes flickered with unreadable emotion, and she still played innocent. "Cynthia, Nathan and I are really just good friends. I'm getting worse. After years without a matching kidney donor, I've given up hope."<br /> <br /> "So, I'm your only hope, huh? No wonder you're so desperate to having me stay," Cynthia said bluntly, cutting to the heart of the matter.<br /> <br /> Jessica, overwhelmed with frustration and unable to counter Cynthia's relentless words, suddenly collapsed.<br /> <br /> "Jessica, Jessica!" Nathan held her in his arms, calling her name repeatedly, but Jessica showed no response.<br /> <br /> "How convenient to ptootshie out at this moment." Cynthia noted with a smile.<br /> <br /> Nathan glared at Cynthia, scooping Jessica up in his arms, and warned sternly, "If anything happens to Jessica, Cynthia, I'll never forgive you."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Having said that, Nathan hurriedly carried Jessica to the car and headed for the hospital.<br /> <br /> Cynthia, unfazed, turned and drove towards Richardson Villa to pack her things.<br /> <br /> She had lived in Richardson Villa for three years. Three years ago, she was overjoyed, thinking she had finally found the person from her childhood.<br /> <br /> It was she who had saved Nathan from danger, even daring to bet with Heather and hiding her identity to marry into the Richardson family. She tiptoed through life there, desperately trying to fit in.<br /> <br /> Yet, throughout all those three years, the Richardsons never accepted her as one of them, always leaving her feeling like an outsider no matter how hard she tried.<br /> <br /> Cynthia finally realized that Nathan had been insincere from the start. Reflecting on it now, she just couldn't believe how naive she had been, viewing everything through the rose-colored gltootshiees of her childhood memories.<br /> <br /> Luckily, she had finally woken up. There was no going back to this family for her.<br /> <br /> As she entered the living room, Kelly stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at her with a smug expression.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was not surprised. A month ago, Nathan had brazenly brought the Dixon sisters back to live in Richardson Villa.<br /> <br /> Nathan's mother, Sharon Richardson, had been completely charmed by them, never showing Cynthia any kindness.<br /> <br /> Looking down on Cynthia, Kelly gloated. "Cynthia, you're already divorced from Nathan. Why do you even show your face here?<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I'm talking to you! Do you think playing deaf and dumb will get you through? Shameless." Kelly stood in the middle of the staircase, arms crossed, saying sternly.<br /> <br /> Cynthia glanced at her indifferently. "You know very well that who's the shameless one. Move aside."<br /> <br /> "What if I don't?" Kelly smirked triumphantly. "You are nothing but a discarded wife, and yet you dare to be arrogant in front of me. If you want me to step aside, beg for it."<br /> <br /> "Kelly, I really admire your reckless courage," Cynthia said with a light laugh. "I haven't even bothered with you yet, and here you are, stepping right into the crosshairs."<br /> <br /> Kelly didn't take Cynthia's words seriously, her eyes filled with scorn. "You think you can intimidate me, Cynthia? Really, what do you think you're capable of?"<br /> <br /> A sharp glint flashed in Cynthia's eyes as she spoke calmly. "A minor actress shamelessly moves into a married man's house, and within a month, the young couple is divorced. I wonder, if this little scandal hits the headlines, how your fans will react. Will they stand by you, or will they turn their backs, dragging your name through the mud?"<br /> <br /> Kelly, a mediocre graduate from a film academy with unremarkable looks and talent, had only managed to carve a niche for herself in showbiz with Nathan's financial support. She was, at best, a second-tier star, and her position in the entertainment world was what she valued most.<br /> <br /> Sure enough, Kelly's face changed drastically at these words. "Cynthia, are you threatening me?"<br /> <br /> "Right, I am threatening you," Cynthia admitted. "Better watch your step with me. If not, I'll make sure this story goes public. You've got plenty of enemies itching for a scoop like this. I wonder how many fans will stick by you after that."<br /> <br /> "You wouldn't dare!" Kelly's face betrayed a flash of panic.<br /> <br /> Cynthia scoffed, "Try me. I've got nothing to hide. You're the one who should be worried, not me. Don't believe me? Go ahead, push your luck!"<br /> <br /> Perhaps it was her tolerance over these past three years that had given these people the audacity to challenge her.<br /> <br /> Having said that, Cynthia pushed past Kelly's shoulder, striding upstairs to her room, leaving Kelly standing there in fury.<br /> <br /> The master room was divided into two parts - a study and a bedroom. Nathan never spent the night in the bedroom, and the study was more like a shared area for the two.<br /> <br /> In less than half an hour, Cynthia had packed her things. After three years, all she had filled was one suitcase and a backpack. Looking at them, she almost wanted to laugh.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, she remembered a pen of hers in the study. As she went in to retrieve it, she noticed a document on the desk.<br /> <br /> Her eyes fell on the paper. It was a bidding proposal from Nathan's company for a project under the Jenkins Group.<br /> <br /> Cynthia almost laughed. In the past, if she had seen this document, she would have secretly helped, arranging for the Jenkins Group to internally fix the bid to help Nathan secure the project.<br /> <br /> But now, seeing the proposal, Cynthia smiled, promising herself to give Nathan a surprise.<br /> <br /> After packing her things, Cynthia, dragging her suitcase, was about to leave when suddenly someone appeared at the door.<br /> <br /> "Don't worry, I'm all packed and I won't be back," Cynthia said indifferently. To her, Nathan had become less significant than a stranger.<br /> <br /> Nathan snorted, "That's it? That's all you have to say?"<br /> <br /> "What more is there between us?" Cynthia couldn't help but laugh. "The fact that you're standing here means Jessica is still alive. Now, if you don't mind, step aside. I'm hurried to move out."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I never realized how sharp-tongued you could be," Nathan said coldly, staring at the person before him. "Before you leave, you must apologize to Kelly!"<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> "Why should I apologize?" Cynthia released her suitcase, her eyes brimming with mockery. "Really, Nathan? Isn't Jessica enough for you? Or are you trying to have them both?"<br /> <br /> Nathan was close to losing his temper. "What nonsense are you talking about? Kelly is like a sister to me, nothing more!"<br /> <br /> "That's a question you should be asking your dear mother, not me," Cynthia said, uninterested in arguing further.<br /> <br /> Sharon had always favored the Dixon sisters. While Jessica was delicate and often sick, Sharon secretly hoped Kelly would be Nathan's wife. Nathan, however, was completely oblivious to this.<br /> <br /> Nathan took a deep breath, trying to keep his anger in check. He needed to remember why he was here. His voice softened but still carried a hint of superiority. "Listen, Cynthia, I'm here to make a deal with you. If you agree to donate a kidney to Jessica, I'll compensate you."<br /> <br /> "Compensate? How much?" Cynthia's tone was full of mockery, but Nathan, oblivious, thought she was actually considering it.<br /> <br /> "Forty thousand dollars, Cynthia. That's way more than you'd make in years," Nathan said, confident in his proposition, believing that to Cynthia, 40 thousand dollars was a fortune.<br /> <br /> Cynthia burst into uncontrollable laughter, almost crying with mirth.<br /> <br /> Nathan, infuriated and embarrtootshieed, demanded, "What's so funny?"<br /> <br /> It took Cynthia a while to compose herself. She spoke slowly, "Your absurd daydreams, Nathan. And how clueless you are about your own ignorance. Here's my offer. Four million dollars for Kelly's kidney. Convince her. It's way more than she could make in years."<br /> <br /> "Enough! If you want more, just say it. Stop pretending," Nathan said, looking at her as if she were insane.<br /> <br /> Cynthia calmly replied, "Believe it or not, that's your problem. I'll say this one last time. I will never donate a kidney to Jessica. This is it. We're done!"<br /> <br /> With that, she dragged her suitcase past Nathan.<br /> <br /> From behind, Nathan called out confidently. "Cynthia, one day you'll come back to me for money!"<br /> <br /> "In your dreams," Cynthia retorted without turning back just as she was about to leave. Suddenly, a man approached her head-on.<br /> <br /> Their eyes met unexpectedly, and Cynthia was momentarily startled. The man was tall, easily six foot three, with a straight nose and strikingly handsome features. What caught the attention most, however, were his deep eyes that could easily draw someone in without them realizing it.<br /> <br /> This was Nathan's younger uncle, Lawrence Richardson.<br /> <br /> The moment Lawrence saw Cynthia's face clearly, his brow twitched subtly. His look was complex, unreadable, like a sharp sword fixed on her face, shrouded in mystery.<br /> <br /> Cynthia guessed that Lawrence might have overheard her argument with Nathan and was reacting to it. She nodded casually, keeping her cool.<br /> <br /> Within a few seconds, Lawrence masked his emotions, his eyes settling into a serene calmness. They continued walking, merely brushing past each other.<br /> <br /> However, in that brief moment of ptootshieing, Cynthia's expression changed dramatically. Subconsciously, she slowed her pace, her eyes drawn to Lawrence's suit.<br /> <br /> The left sleeve of his gray, tailor-made suit sported a unique sapphire cufflink, exuding a subtle elegance. However, the right sleeve was conspicuously bare, missing its matching piece.<br /> <br /> In an instant, Cynthia felt utterly disheveled, as if a tornado had just swept through her world.<br /> <br /> "Thia, about that thing you asked me to look into, I think I'm onto something." Eric's voice rose teasingly from the other end of the phone, deliberately keeping her in suspense.<br /> <br /> Stopped at a red light, Cynthia sat in her Ferrari, her mind elsewhere. "No need to guess. I've figured it out."<br /> <br /> "Oh, really?" Eric sounded genuinely surprised. "I haven't even told you yet. How did you know?"<br /> <br /> "Just forget about it." Cynthia pressed her temples, weary. "Eric, let's pretend I never asked. Focus on your work. Bye."<br /> <br /> Before Eric could respond, Cynthia reclined in her seat, her head throbbing. The way Lawrence had looked at her earlier made her wonder...if he had recognized her.<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Cynthia couldn't help but feel relieved. Luckily, she was already divorced. Otherwise, bumping into him all the time would've been too awkward to handle.<br /> <br /> Just as she returned to Jenkins Villa, the butler immediately approached her to report that Heather was waiting for her in the upstairs study. Cynthia, with a resigned smile, handed her things over to a servant and made her way upstairs.<br /> <br /> "Back already?" Heather, surrounded by a mountain of papers, glanced up and gave a small nod. "Everything sorted?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia smiled freely, "I've got the divorce papers, and all my stuff is moved back. There's no need for further contact."<br /> <br /> She sat down in front of Heather's desk, tentatively starting the conversation. "Mom, I heard the Jenkins Group is starting the bidding process for the project in the Grimes Group? Have we made a decision yet?"<br /> <br /> Heather looked up, her stern gaze softening a bit as she scrutinized Cynthia. "The bidding is set for next week. So far, we haven't found the right fit yet. What's got you interested all of a sudden?<br /> <br /> "Right, you said before that after the divorce, you would return to the Jenkins Group and take over my place. Are you ready to step up now?" Heather reminded her again.<br /> <br /> Cynthia smiled wryly, "Running the Jenkins Group can wait a bit. I've been out of the game for three years. Jumping in headfirst might just show off my rust. I'm thinking of starting with the Grimes Group project, you know, to get my feet wet. Gotta ease into it."<br /> <br /> "Why bother with all that? You've got the talent," Heather disagreed, confident in Cynthia's abilities.<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt somewhat helpless but still stood her ground. "We need to let the old guard get used to the idea. If I swoop in right after coming back, who knows how many troubles they might throw in my way. Even if I can handle it, it's still a htootshiele."<br /> <br /> Heather looked at her for a long moment before giving in. "Alright, have it your way. But get up to speed fast. I can't hold off for long."<br /> <br /> "Okay, I won't let you down," Cynthia said with a slight smile, her gaze drifting to the scenery outside the window.<br /> <br /> In the VIP ward of the rehabilitation hospital, all the nurses knew Jessica in Room 5 had a super devoted boyfriend. But inside that room, the truth was a whole other story.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, don't be so impulsive. Cynthia's a good girl, really. You should be nicer to her." Jessica leaned against the headboard, her face ghostly pale.<br /> <br /> Nathan strongly disagreed, "Jessica, don't be fooled by her. Remember what she did to you? And how she spoke to Kelly? She's just a troublemaker, trust me."<br /> <br /> Jessica smiled gently, placing her hand on Nathan's back. "She just cares too much about you. Look, my body... It's not great. You should focus on your life, not mine.<br /> <br /> "I want you two to get back together. Let her be there for you. That way, I can go peacefully, knowing you're not alone."<br /> <br /> "Jessica..." Nathan's heart sank as he looked at her, her selflessness only deepening his pain. "Don't say that. We're going to beat this, okay?"<br /> <br /> Jessica's eyes were downcast as she feigned nonchalance. "At this point, unless we find a kidney that matches, there's no hope. Please, I don't want you to be worried about me anymore."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia's a match. Leave it to me, I'll talk to her," Nathan said confidently.<br /> <br /> Jessica quickly shook her head. "Don't push her, okay? If she's not up to it, I won't accept it either."<br /> <br /> "You're just too kind..." Nathan became even more determined to get Cynthia's agreement. He was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang.<br /> <br /> "hecko, is this Mr. Nathan Richardson from the Richardson Group? This is the Jenkins Group. We've gone through your proposal, and our head would like to talk with you one on one.<br /> <br /> Nathan was overjoyed upon hearing this. Getting along with the Jenkins could elevate his status in the Richardson family.<br /> <br /> He mouthed "the Jenkins Group" to Jessica, who also looked pleasantly surprised.<br /> <br /> "Can you do this afternoon?" The person from the Jenkins Group had already set the time.<br /> <br /> Nathan hesitated as he looked at Jessica's beautiful yet pale face. "This afternoon?" He had promised to spend the entire day with Jessica.<br /> <br /> The ward fell silent. Noticing Nathan's hesitation, Jessica smiled and waved her hand, signaling him not to worry about her and to quickly agree. Urged by Jessica, Nathan awkwardly consented.<br /> <br /> He hung up the phone, his expression clouded. "Jessica, I..."<br /> <br /> Jessica spoke with understanding. "Come on, you've been working so hard on this project, and now you've got a chance you just can't ptootshie up."<br /> <br /> "But I promised to spend the whole day with you today," Nathan said, his brow furrowing with guilt.<br /> <br /> "Don't be silly, I'll be fine, and Kelly will come over this afternoon," Jessica said, her eyes glistening. "How about this? If you feel guilty, make it up to me by spending all day with me tomorrow."<br /> <br /> Nathan's heart softened. "Okay, I'll also come over early tonight. Just take care of yourself, okay?"<br /> <br /> Once Nathan left, Jessica watched his retreating figure, a complex emotion hidden in her eyes.<br /> <br /> The Jenkins Group towered in the heart of the bustling city center, occupying an entire office building. Nathan, full of ambition, walked in, trying to calm his emotions, determined to present his best self in the upcoming meeting.<br /> <br /> A staff member knocked and led him into the reception room.<br /> <br /> Behind the wooden desk, the rotating chair was turned away from the door. The project manager, with her back to him, tapped her left hand lightly on the desk, casting a silent but palpable tension in the air.<br /> <br /> Nathan hadn't felt this nervous in a long time. He steadied his nerves and put on a composed smile. "hecko, I'm Nathan from the Richardson Group. We have an appointment this morning. Here is the Richardson Group's proposal for the Grimes Group project."<br /> <br /> A moment ptootshieed, and then a clear, confident voice answered, "Mr. Richardson, pleased to meet you." As the chair swiveled around, Nathan finally saw the project manager's face. At that moment, his eyes widened in surprise.<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Nathan blurted out without thinking, "Cynthia?"<br /> <br /> "What?" Cynthia's expression was cold, her brows slightly furrowed.<br /> <br /> Nathan finally got a good look at her.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was clad in a sharp white suit, and her short chestnut hair framed her face, exuding a sense of authority.<br /> <br /> "Sorry, my mistake. Thought you were someone else," Nathan quickly apologized, swiftly denying his initial thought. He didn't think that this woman, with such control over her surroundings, could be Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Yet, her face resembled Cynthia's so closely.<br /> <br /> "Is that so?" Cynthia responded indifferently. "Enough for the small talk, let's discuss your proposal, shall we?" She got straight into the point.<br /> <br /> Nathan, not lacking in professional skills, quickly engaged in the conversation, explaining his planning concepts in detail. Cynthia interjected occasionally with her opinions and pointed out potential problems in implementation, asking Nathan for solutions.<br /> <br /> The two of them conversed back and forth, thoroughly enjoying their discussion.<br /> <br /> "I'll take the Richardson Group proposal into careful consideration," Cynthia stated, neatly wrapping up their conversation.<br /> <br /> Nathan felt a thrill of hope at the prospect of collaboration.<br /> <br /> As their business talk concluded, Nathan couldn't help but take a few more glances at her. Driven by an inexplicable urge, he blurted out, "Do you happen to know a woman named Cynthia?"<br /> <br /> After the question, Nathan immediately regretted it, wishing he could take back his words.<br /> <br /> He was about to change the subject when Cynthia's next statement wiped the smile off his face.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia? I'm quite familiar with her."<br /> <br /> Observing Nathan's transformation from shock to utter disbelief, Cynthia chuckled internally while maintaining her apparent composure. "Surprised?"<br /> <br /> "I just didn't expect that you would actually know her," Nathan replied, staring at the woman who bore a striking resemblance to Cynthia yet with a distinctly different vibe. He couldn't help but wonder if there were really two people so similar in this world.<br /> <br /> He was filled with confusion, unable to fathom how Cynthia, with her humble background, could be connected to a project manager of the Jenkins Group.<br /> <br /> He was about to ask for details when Cynthia interjected coldly, "Mr. Richardson, let's end it here for today. I've gone over your proposal. I'll get back to you with my decision after the seminar. I've got several other meetings lined up."<br /> <br /> Since she had said that, and Nathan was no slouch at picking up cues, he quickly stood up and humbly said, "Then I'll look forward to hearing from you. I'll get going now."<br /> <br /> "Take care."<br /> <br /> As Nathan left, Cynthia sneered. She couldn't help but find amusement in Nathan's hesitant, almost fearful demeanor.<br /> <br /> Finishing her work at the office, she decided it was time to head home.<br /> <br /> In the underground parking lot, Cynthia was searching for her car with the key in hand.<br /> <br /> She hadn't walked far when she suddenly noticed someone standing not far away. The moment their eyes met, Cynthia's smile froze.<br /> <br /> The man was tall, strikingly handsome, and it was none other than Lawrence!<br /> <br /> Cynthia's mouth twitched as she forced composure, averting her gaze and steeling herself as she located her car.<br /> <br /> Pretending not to recognize him, she tried to get in her car and leave. Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps froze her in place. A few seconds later, Lawrence stood in front of her car, halting her movements completely. Cynthia could feel the stare.<br /> <br /> Taking a deep breath, Cynthia turned around, offering a polite smile, "Mr. Richardson, is there something you need?"<br /> <br /> Although Lawrence was Nathan's uncle, the two had actually only met once at Cynthia and Nathan's wedding three years ago. Cynthia had no idea why he would want to see her now.<br /> <br /> Lawrence stood there silently, his gaze so penetrating that it alarmed Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Just as she started to suspect he had seen through her, Lawrence smiled faintly, "Your car is blocking the way."<br /> <br /> It was only then that Cynthia noticed her vehicle was parked right behind a sleek Jaguar.	LEARN_MORE	https://www.yumread.com/share/middle/h1s052yjjngiy	101489936134366	OasisStory	https://facebook.com/100087803393468	26,741	2	400,599,542,784,971	2024-04-29 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0	Learn more	OasisStory	120207914939690455	www.yumread.com	NONE	video		https://www.yumread.com/share/middle/h1s052yjjngiylt1gjmuhgwr?ad_id={{ad.id}}&sid=120207914929730455&campaign={{campaign.name}}&adgroup={{adset.name}}	2024-04-29 07:38	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440090749_1648996579261655_1696339401019669983_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=qL2WwwCq5KAAb6HZIA0&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AfAVXjCBSBj5vkTO80oLCWOXrDY_Pm4PnqF9Sf_YNe82ig&oe=6636136D	person_profile	0	OasisStory	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440342715_452716277428739_5083431081932617908_n.jpg?_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=dNBYNPTIFtIAb7_C4Mb&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&oh=00_AfCpM3YfNFZBFWvZHTvaHn5Nwx_hLmM5K3GVX1e9qAhQ2w&oe=663615DC	0	3	OasisStory	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,616,232	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	968680748310468	Flashback Cinema	GRACE KELLY in <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AlfredHitchcockOfficial">Alfred Hitchcock</a>'s DIAL M FOR MURDER, back in THEATRES! Kelly plays an adulterous wife of a suspicious husband (Ray Milland) in this elegant thriller in which everybody is hiding something. Don't miss Dial M for Murder on the BIG SCREEN Sun May 5 & Wed May 8. Go to <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2FFlashbackCinema.net%2F&h=AT0fdtYKoDTMZqMHE3txWm-lsyBAaPqcuxgNbGx3uoAexENxjDi7l2PcumHZb652QQe7d2XPusQvpe5dCWi8S573ZeHLq7n9ElKNRPmvgGUo6sempnLFSezydyhf5-_2YCDnSBbEni-3jU7zISfhRgxJ8CE" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="origin">FlashbackCinema.net</a> for locations.		https://facebook.com/flashbackcinema	215472342175629	Flashback Cinema	https://facebook.com/flashbackcinema	40,627	1	451,128,677,353,818	2024-04-29 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0		Flashback Cinema	6612271688706		NONE	image	CLASSIC MOVIES ON THE BIG SCREEN at Various Theatre Locations in the US.	https://facebook.com/flashbackcinema	2024-04-29 07:23	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438161130_969558048056089_1012159557254558321_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Bo7nP_5ECbEAb7QNP7i&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&oh=00_AfD4o6bXOgZFm13CLpWJVbwk-QT797igoxkb283EM5DyTw&oe=663603F7	person_profile	0	John Hersker	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438172837_1549742092277245_5484256776343181490_n.jpg?_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=yC7XAtfpBd0Ab7CuaKn&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AfAcqSqf4s9u6Kg2koIDH1gAi-6_oRY0-SzMwc812MM_QQ&oe=66361048	0	3	Flashback Cinema	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,616,175	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	874264357841766	The Ultimate Achilles Pain Protocol	Struggling with severe Achilles tendinopathy pain? 😔 Don’t run to your physio just yet 🤑 – instead discover how you can fix it yourself with The Ready State! (PS - it’s easier than you think)!<br /> <br /> 👉 Inside my comprehensive Achilles Pain Protocol, you’ll learn:<br /> <br /> ✅ The cutting-edge approach that’s guaranteed to reduce achilles pain quickly, restore function, and prevent a recurrence.<br /> <br /> ✅ A proven self-treatment model that you can do yourself 👏<br /> <br /> ✅A step-by-step video guide that anyone can follow — even if you have ZERO knowledge of physical therapy principles.<br /> <br /> 🙋‍♂️ Hey, I’m Dr. Kelly Starrett — leading mobility expert, co-founder of The Ready State, and author of the NYT bestseller, Built To Move. 🤸<br /> <br /> Inside this advanced mobility protocol, I’ll be teaching you the exact mobility principles & exercises I use to help top-performing athletes recover from injury and pain, including Olympic gold medalists, players of the NFL, NBA, NHL, and more!<br /> <br /> ⏲️ Dedicate as little as 30 minutes a day for 10 days straight to applying the prescribed exercises and you’ll be (literally 😜) back on your feet in no time! <br /> <br /> Grab the protocol now <br /> <br /> PS. For best results, we recommend taking this course with a VooDoo Floss Band, lacrosse ball, roller, and resistance band!	LEARN_MORE	https://thereadystate.com/product/achilles-pain-pr	155425314471727	The Ready State	https://facebook.com/thereadystate	192,175	0	1,186,836,355,645,083	2024-04-29 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0	Learn more	The Ready State	120210686488050531	thereadystate.com	NONE	video	Discover the cutting-edge approach that’s guaranteed to reduce achilles pain quickly, restore function, and prevent a recurrence.	https://thereadystate.com/product/achilles-pain-protocol/?utm_source=Meta&utm_medium=Paid&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}	2024-04-29 08:00	https://scontent-ord5-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/439980072_1611839212999771_1869342457234410668_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=pr-iF8M-GGMAb7rfs_7&_nc_ht=scontent-ord5-1.xx&oh=00_AfBehGo4UJ1RY8Z6hii9Ib5SB4MpNtOKcjj6UGZf5sn3YA&oe=6636068E	person_profile	0		https://scontent-ord5-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440362837_968963767764560_2263395741994897194_n.jpg?_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=lHo9GyG4teEAb7RUVMJ&_nc_ht=scontent-ord5-1.xx&oh=00_AfBqZmkILxAzPuW4Zs4BPCIl0XqovDOZ_GINKNK2SgPAhg&oe=6635F7A2	0	3	The Ready State	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,616,227	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-29 19:17	active	645	296618443382403	📚📚Title "Regret's All You Get"🥰👉	In the presidential suite of the Winson Hotel in Litharia, a breathtakingly beautiful woman lay in bed. Her delicate skin was mostly hidden under a sheer blanket, with only her arms peeking out, bearing the faint red traces of a night filled with ptootshieion.<br /> <br /> Cynthia Jenkins stirred, letting out a soft moan as she woke from her deep sleep. She tried to get up, but her body, still weary and sore, sank back onto the bed.<br /> <br /> Memories from the night before came rushing back, bringing a faint smile to her face. For the first time in their three-year marriage, she and her husband, Nathan Richardson, had made love.<br /> <br /> She noticed Nathan wasn't in the room, and a tinge of disappointment flickered across her face, quickly replaced by composure.<br /> <br /> At the beginning of their marriage, Nathan had been distant, rarely showing any affection. Cynthia couldn't help but wonder if last night marked a turning point, a sign that he had finally accepted her.<br /> <br /> With a flicker of hope, Cynthia rose cheerfully from the bed. The moment her bare feet touched the cold floor, she felt a sudden chill.<br /> <br /> Picking up a blue sapphire cufflink, oddly shaped and shimmering, from the floor, Cynthia widened her eyes in surprise. 'Could this be Nathan's?'<br /> <br /> Thinking of this, Cynthia smiled and placed the cufflink in her bag. Then, she went to freshen up herself before returning home.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had barely stepped out of the door when she ran into an unexpected visitor.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia?" The woman in front of her, dressed in a crisp white dress and possessing a sharp, piercing voice, was Kelly Dixon, the second lady of the Dixon family.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had always been at odds with the Dixon sisters. Jessica Dixon, the eldest lady of the family, was Nathan's first love. But today, Cynthia was in a good mood. "Kelly, what a surprise to see you here."<br /> <br /> "Indeed." Kelly sized up Cynthia with a mocking smile. "If I had arrived a bit earlier or later, I might have missed catching you in the act."<br /> <br /> She pointed at the red marks on Cynthia's arms with disdain. "What is this? You shameless woman! How dare you fooling around with other men behind Nathan's back!"<br /> <br /> Cynthia frowned, "What are you talking about?"<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I've always known you're shameless, clinging to Nathan. But I never pegged you as someone who'd stoop this low." Kelly's eyes sparkled with the thrill of uncovering a juicy piece of gossip. "Are you really going to say these marks are from a night with Nathan?"<br /> <br /> Before Cynthia could utter a word, Kelly cut her off. "Please, cut the act. Nathan was at the hospital last night, staying by my sister's side. He was too busy to even catch a nap, much less waste time on someone like you."<br /> <br /> Cynthia's face changed dramatically. "Nathan was at the hospital?"<br /> <br /> "Where else would he be? You think he'd come to see you?" Kelly's voice was thick with sarcasm, as if she had just heard something ridiculous. "You've been caught sneaking around with someone else, and I'm not letting this slide so easily!<br /> <br /> "I'm going to show Nathan just how low you can go!" Kelly declared, her resolve unwavering. "I'm calling him right now to come over!"<br /> <br /> Cynthia couldn't absorb a word. Her mind went blank.<br /> <br /> If Nathan had spent the entire night in the hospital, then who was the man who had been so ptootshieionately entwined with her last night?<br /> <br /> A sudden realization made Cynthia's face darken.<br /> <br /> She had been set up!<br /> <br /> Yesterday was their three-year wedding anniversary, and Nathan surprisingly messaged her to meet at a hotel.<br /> <br /> Overjoyed and without a second thought, Cynthia rushed over. But when she arrived, Nathan texted to say he would be late and even ordered her some takeout.<br /> <br /> Cynthia, not sensing anything amiss and simply savoring the food, didn't expect to completely lose consciousness after finishing her meal. And that man last night...<br /> <br /> As Cynthia thought about everything that happened last night, her face turned deathly pale. 'How could this happen?'<br /> <br /> "Nathan already hates you for taking Jessica's place, and now, he'll never forgive you!" Kelly said triumphantly after a quick phone call. She stood firmly in Cynthia's path, blocking her exit.<br /> <br /> Cynthia hadn't even considered leaving. She felt a chill run down her spine. Besides, there weren't many people who could send a message using Nathan's phone.<br /> <br /> Soon, Nathan hurried down the corridor. "Kelly, did you need something from me?"<br /> <br /> He glanced at Cynthia with impatience. "What are you doing here? Jessica is still in the hospital. What are you up to now?"<br /> <br /> "I..." Cynthia opened her mouth, her mind in turmoil, unsure how to respond to him.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, I called you here," Kelly interjected eagerly. "I just so happened to see Cynthia sneaking out of a hotel room with some guy. It's serious, so I had to tell you."<br /> <br /> Nathan's face darkened instantly. "Cynthia, is it true?"<br /> <br /> "Would you believe me if I say I was framed?" Cynthia's eyes held a flicker of hope. "It was you who..."<br /> <br /> A smack came!<br /> <br /> Nathan's hand struck her face with a resounding slap, his expression cold and detached.<br /> <br /> "Pathetic! Why would anyone frame you?" Nathan's eyes blazed with anger at the sight of the red marks on Cynthia's arms.<br /> <br /> Even if he had no feelings for Cynthia, she was still his wife in name. This was nothing but a shame to him.<br /> <br /> Kelly watched with a smirk, stirring the pot. "Exactly, you must be delusional to think someone's out to get you.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, she's just lashing out because you're nice to Jessica. I caught her once, but who knows how many times she's cheated on you. Wake up, man."<br /> <br /> "What else do you have to say?" Nathan's gaze was filled with disgust.<br /> <br /> "What can I say?" Cynthia touched her burning cheek, a cold despair settling in her heart. She looked at Nathan, fighting the urge to laugh bitterly. "Nathan, don't you even want to ask why I ended up here?"<br /> <br /> It was ridiculous that her husband seemed to be solely dedicated to helping others deceive her.<br /> <br /> Nathan's eyes were full of disgust. "What exactly are you trying to say?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt utterly disheartened. She held up her phone, emphasizing each word. "Your phone sent me a message to come here. I trusted it and showed up. Did you text me, Nathan?"<br /> <br /> Nathan's gaze flickered. Last night, after getting treated, Jessica borrowed his phone...<br /> <br /> "It seems you know now who it was." Cynthia noticed his evasive look and had her suspicions. She smiled through her tears, "Nathan, I'm your wife. I'm the one being framed."<br /> <br /> Kelly quickly interjected, "Nathan, don't fall for her act. She's just looking for an excuse..."<br /> <br /> "This is between me and my husband. It's not your place to interfere," Cynthia retorted, showing her temper in front of Nathan for the first time.<br /> <br /> "You..." Kelly was furious and about to retort.<br /> <br /> However, Nathan had made up his mind at that moment. "I sent the text. I got tied up, sure, but that's no excuse for you cheating!"<br /> <br /> "It seems this is your choice, then." Cynthia's heart turned cold. Despite knowing she was wronged, he still chose to defend that hypocritical woman. She couldn't believe this was the man she loved.<br /> <br /> Nathan didn't show any sign of guilt. "Cynthia, it's you who fooled around with another man. Who else is there to blame?"<br /> <br /> Even though he felt somewhat uncomfortable about what Jessica did, he still firmly sided with her.<br /> <br /> "I was blind to have trusted the wrong person."<br /> <br /> Cynthia closed her eyes, and when she opened them moments later, they were clear and resolved. "Nathan, let's get a divorce."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> "Cynthia, what on earth are you thinking?" Nathan frowned slightly while Kelly's eyes flickered with surprise.<br /> <br /> Cynthia gave a self-mocking smile. "Nathan, I'm not someone who clings to what I can't have. Remember, I'm the one walking away from you, not the other way around."<br /> <br /> With those words, Cynthia felt a sudden clarity in her heart.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, you're the one who messed up, but here you are, playing word games. Are you threatening Nathan?" Kelly said, secretly pleased.<br /> <br /> Cynthia glanced coldly at her. "Kelly, sometimes, you should just stay quiet."<br /> <br /> But Nathan's response caught Cynthia off guard. "I don't agree to the divorce."<br /> <br /> Cynthia let out a bitter laugh. "Isn't this what you've always wanted? Now that I'm stepping aside, you can be with Jessica happily ever after. Why disagree?<br /> <br /> "Or is there something more you're after, something you haven't gotten from me yet?" Cynthia's tone shifted, causing a subtle change in the expressions of the two before her.<br /> <br /> She didn't think herself so self-absorbed to believe Nathan still had feelings for her. Their reactions pretty much confirmed her suspicions.<br /> <br /> "I guess I was right." Cynthia curled up her lips. "So, Nathan, what's it gonna take for you to sign those divorce papers?"<br /> <br /> Nathan's eyes were deep and solemn. At this point, there was nothing left to hide. "Jessica's really sick, Cynthia, and you're the only one who can donate a kidney to save her. That's my only condition. Help her, and you won't regret it, I promise."<br /> <br /> Cynthia was thunderstruck, her voice hoarse with disbelief. "You mean, this whole time...you were just after my kidney?"<br /> <br /> "Jessica is the only one Nathan loves. Why else would he marry you if not to save her?" Kelly sneered, and Nathan's look confirmed that she was right.<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt a chill in her heart. It all made sense now. Nathan had initially balked at his grandfather Mark Richardson's suggestion of marrying Cynthia. He had been adamant about marrying Jessica instead, only to abruptly change his mind when Cynthia was nearly ready to walk away.<br /> <br /> She had hoped that, over time, Nathan might come to love her. But she realized now that from the very start, he had been scheming for her kidney!<br /> <br /> "Cynthia," Nathan said, softening his tone deliberately. "Just help me out this one time, and I promise to keep today's drama under wraps. I'll make it worth your while, enough to start over somewhere far away."<br /> <br /> "In your dreams, Nathan." Cynthia emphasized each word. "Sure, I had feelings for you, but not enough to degrade myself like this."<br /> <br /> "Looks like you choose the hard way." Nathan, never one with a good temper, immediately hardened his stance. "If you refuse to donate a kidney to Jessica, I will absolutely not agree to the divorce."<br /> <br /> Cynthia laughed angrily and retorted, "Fine by me. Do you have any idea how hard I worked to marry you? If you want to grow old with me, then so be it."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia!" Nathan's face soured. He was about to speak when Cynthia ruthlessly cut him off.<br /> <br /> "I just give you one chance, Nathan. Be at the Courthouse entrance at 9 AM sharp tomorrow. If you don't show up..."<br /> <br /> Cynthia smirked coldly. "Then even better. Jessica can forget about marrying into the Richardson family. And I'll make sure to remind you that you'll be a cuckolds for the rest of your life!"<br /> <br /> With that, Cynthia turned and left, not bothering to give Nathan or Kelly a second glance.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, what if she refuses the surgery? What about Jessica?" Kelly, watching Cynthia's retreating figure, feigned urgency.<br /> <br /> Nathan's gaze was deep. "Don't worry. I'll find a way to make her agree."<br /> <br /> As Cynthia stepped out of the hotel, a sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom suddenly pulled up, blocking her path.<br /> <br /> The window rolled down, showing a woman in her forties, still exuding charm, a face often seen on financial news.<br /> <br /> "You're right on time, Mom." Recognizing the woman, Cynthia wasn't surprised at all, her voice and posture shifting to something more dignified.<br /> <br /> "Get in," Heather Brooks said calmly.<br /> <br /> With a deep breath, Cynthia got into the back seat. Throughout the ride, they hardly talked to each other.<br /> <br /> In Litharia, Jenkins Villa stood majestically in the most coveted scenic area, home to the affluent Jenkins family.<br /> <br /> "I've heard the story between you and Nathan. So, have you finally seen Nathan's true colors?"<br /> <br /> In the living room of Jenkins Villa, Heather sipped her coffee, looking at Cynthia indifferently. "It's time for you to come back and take over the family business."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Heather had five children, and aside from her only daughter, Cynthia, the other four sons kept their identities hidden, excelling in their fields but refusing to take over the family business.<br /> <br /> Left with no other option, Heather pinned her hopes on Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Cynthia breathed deeply, only then realizing that she had been under her mother's watchful eye for these past three years.<br /> <br /> It wasn't surprising, though. Since her father's death, the Jenkins family had been fragmented. Heather wasn't truly a Jenkins. Although she had been holding the reins, she was surrounded by those eyeing her position. Eventually, Heather had grown accustomed to keeping everything under her control, leaving no stone unturned.<br /> <br /> "It's not possible right now," Cynthia said somewhat helplessly.<br /> <br /> Heather's eyes narrowed as she spoke firmly. "What, you still have feelings for him?"<br /> <br /> "Of course not," Cynthia couldn't help but laugh dryly. "Mom, I just need some time to divorce him. I promise, after the divorce, I will definitely return to the Jenkins family."<br /> <br /> Cynthia mused, why did she ever waste three years pining for Nathan?<br /> <br /> Getting the response she wanted, Heather nodded in satisfaction. "That's more like a Jenkins girl. Also..."<br /> <br /> "What is it?" Seeing Heather hesitating to speak, Cynthia was curious.<br /> <br /> Heather spoke steadily. "The man you slept with at the hotel, do you recall who he is?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia's expression froze, and she remained silent.<br /> <br /> "I'm thinking about finding this man. If he's decent enough, we could welcome him into the family. The Jenkins can certainly afford to support one more. This would also solidify your position in the family."<br /> <br /> What Heather left unsaid was that if the man was not up to her standard, the consequences were obvious.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was at a loss for words. She didn't even know how to argue with that.<br /> <br /> Back in her room, Cynthia lay on the bed, overwhelmed. What happened today was more thrilling than her life during the past three years combined.<br /> <br /> She absently played with the cufflink in her hand, a lone clue left by the mysterious man from the previous night.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, Cynthia realized something and sat up abruptly. The cufflink was a limited edition, and her brother, the third sir of the Jenkins, Eric Jenkins, also a leading designer, might know its origin.<br /> <br /> Without hesitation, Cynthia called Eric.<br /> <br /> "Thia, you've finally taken your eyes off that idiot, huh? What's up?" Eric's voice was cheerful over the phone.<br /> <br /> Cynthia couldn't help but smile, "Starting today, Nathan and I have nothing to do with each other. We're getting divorced tomorrow."<br /> <br /> At that moment, in the midst of a major international jewelry show, Eric sat up straight. "What? What on earth happened to make the blind girl finally see the light?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia laughed. "Come on, stop kidding. Are you free right now? I could really use your help. Check your messages. I've sent you a picture. Can you figure out where this thing's from?"<br /> <br /> The next morning, outside the Courthouse, Nathan stood with a stern expression. He arrived on time and had been waiting for two hours without a glimpse of Cynthia.<br /> <br /> His calls went unanswered, and just as his patience was running thin, Cynthia finally arrived.<br /> <br /> She was dressed to the nines, radiant and elegant, a stark contrast to her former self. Nathan almost didn't recognize her at first sight.<br /> <br /> "What now? Getting cold feet about the divorce?" Seeing Cynthia slowly making her appearance, Nathan thought she regretted her decision not to divorce and had dressed up like this to win him back, feeling smug.<br /> <br /> "Getting cold feet? Why do I have to?" Cynthia touched her earring. She had intentionally made Nathan wait outside today.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was certain that Nathan wouldn't leave as long as his goal remained unmet, even if it meant waiting there all day.<br /> <br /> Nathan snorted, "As long as you're willing to help Jessica, we can still be friends."<br /> <br /> "What are you thinking? We're getting divorced and you still think we can be friends?" Cynthia scoffed dismissively. "You know what, Nathan? I've changed my mind. Why should I rely on a man who's after my organs? There are plenty of decent men out there, like that guy from the hotel. I'm quite satisfied with him."<br /> <br /> Even if Nathan had once saved her life, the help she had given him secretly over the past three years was more than enough to settle any debt.<br /> <br /> "Shameless!" Nathan didn't expect Cynthia to change her attitude so quickly, grinding his teeth in anger.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was unapologetic. "And what about you? Let's go. I can hardly wait."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Half an hour later, the two emerged from the Courthouse. Cynthia held the divorce papers, knowing that from now on, her marriage to Nathan was officially over.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, my offer is always on the table. When you're ready, you know where to find me," Nathan said, glancing at Cynthia, his words laced with implication.<br /> <br /> He had always thought that Cynthia came from a modest background. The financial security he could provide was something he thought Cynthia couldn't earn in a lifetime.<br /> <br /> Cynthia scoffed, "Dream on, Nathan. That day will never come."<br /> <br /> Nathan was about to respond when his expression suddenly changed. He quickly descended the steps, leaving Cynthia behind.<br /> <br /> "Jessica? What are you doing here?"<br /> <br /> At the foot of the steps, a girl with an innocent appearance and long hair cascading over her shoulders rushed toward them. Her face was ghostly pale. It was Jessica, the one Nathan always held dear.<br /> <br /> In just a few short steps, Jessica was panting.<br /> <br /> Nathan, heart aching, wrapped his arms around Jessica, gently stroking her back to help her catch her breath.<br /> <br /> Cynthia had had enough of their closeness. She was ready to leave then and there.<br /> <br /> "Wait up, Cynthia, please, just a sec," Jessica panted, rushing to intercept Cynthia.<br /> <br /> "Do you need something?" Cynthia asked indifferently, causing Nathan to frown.<br /> <br /> Jessica bit her lip. "I... I'm sorry about Nathan. He's always saying the opposite of what he feels. He really cares about you, you know. The last thing I want is for you guys to split."<br /> <br /> Seeing Jessica's meekness, Nathan felt a twinge of pain. "Jessica, you don't have to apologize for me."<br /> <br /> "Nathan's right. Why do you think you can apologize on his behalf?" Cynthia looked at Jessica, whose facade of innocence was grating on her.<br /> <br /> It's all my fault. He's been tough on you because he's worried about my condition. Can you just let it slide this time? I don't have much time left, and...I really hope there's someone by his side when I'm gone.<br /> <br /> Cynthia smiled, "It seems you're quite aware of your own health condition. You two are really close, right? Then how could you bear to push him towards me?"<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, don't push your luck," Nathan said, his face clouding over.<br /> <br /> Jessica bit her lip. "Nathan and I are just friends. I genuinely wish you two to patch things up."<br /> <br /> "But the divorce is already final," Cynthia said deliberately.<br /> <br /> Jessica quickly suggested. "But if there's a chance, why not consider remarriage?"<br /> <br /> "You're really looking out for us, huh? Do you even believe what you're saying?" Cynthia scoffed. She was done playing along and decided to confront the truth head-on. "You don't want us back together, Jessica. You're worried that if we divorce, Nathan won't be able to control me to get you a kidney transplant in time before finding a new donor. Sorry, but I'm not budging. I won't let you get your way."<br /> <br /> "It's not like that, Cynthia. You've got it all wrong. I would never..." She shook her head vigorously, looking utterly wronged.<br /> <br /> Cynthia smirked. "You may not do it yourself, but you're great at hinting. I believe someone would do it for you."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, this was all my idea. What does it have to do with Jessica? Back off," Nathan said, his expression darkening as he quickly jumped to Jessica's defense.<br /> <br /> Cynthia sneered, "Funny, I didn't even mention a name. But since you care so much for each other, why not make it official? The city hall is just around the corner. Why wait? Go get married today.<br /> <br /> "At least you're his wife when you are gone, Jessica. Isn't that right?"<br /> <br /> Jessica's eyes flickered with unreadable emotion, and she still played innocent. "Cynthia, Nathan and I are really just good friends. I'm getting worse. After years without a matching kidney donor, I've given up hope."<br /> <br /> "So, I'm your only hope, huh? No wonder you're so desperate to having me stay," Cynthia said bluntly, cutting to the heart of the matter.<br /> <br /> Jessica, overwhelmed with frustration and unable to counter Cynthia's relentless words, suddenly collapsed.<br /> <br /> "Jessica, Jessica!" Nathan held her in his arms, calling her name repeatedly, but Jessica showed no response.<br /> <br /> "How convenient to ptootshie out at this moment." Cynthia noted with a smile.<br /> <br /> Nathan glared at Cynthia, scooping Jessica up in his arms, and warned sternly, "If anything happens to Jessica, Cynthia, I'll never forgive you."<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Having said that, Nathan hurriedly carried Jessica to the car and headed for the hospital.<br /> <br /> Cynthia, unfazed, turned and drove towards Richardson Villa to pack her things.<br /> <br /> She had lived in Richardson Villa for three years. Three years ago, she was overjoyed, thinking she had finally found the person from her childhood.<br /> <br /> It was she who had saved Nathan from danger, even daring to bet with Heather and hiding her identity to marry into the Richardson family. She tiptoed through life there, desperately trying to fit in.<br /> <br /> Yet, throughout all those three years, the Richardsons never accepted her as one of them, always leaving her feeling like an outsider no matter how hard she tried.<br /> <br /> Cynthia finally realized that Nathan had been insincere from the start. Reflecting on it now, she just couldn't believe how naive she had been, viewing everything through the rose-colored gltootshiees of her childhood memories.<br /> <br /> Luckily, she had finally woken up. There was no going back to this family for her.<br /> <br /> As she entered the living room, Kelly stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at her with a smug expression.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was not surprised. A month ago, Nathan had brazenly brought the Dixon sisters back to live in Richardson Villa.<br /> <br /> Nathan's mother, Sharon Richardson, had been completely charmed by them, never showing Cynthia any kindness.<br /> <br /> Looking down on Cynthia, Kelly gloated. "Cynthia, you're already divorced from Nathan. Why do you even show your face here?<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I'm talking to you! Do you think playing deaf and dumb will get you through? Shameless." Kelly stood in the middle of the staircase, arms crossed, saying sternly.<br /> <br /> Cynthia glanced at her indifferently. "You know very well that who's the shameless one. Move aside."<br /> <br /> "What if I don't?" Kelly smirked triumphantly. "You are nothing but a discarded wife, and yet you dare to be arrogant in front of me. If you want me to step aside, beg for it."<br /> <br /> "Kelly, I really admire your reckless courage," Cynthia said with a light laugh. "I haven't even bothered with you yet, and here you are, stepping right into the crosshairs."<br /> <br /> Kelly didn't take Cynthia's words seriously, her eyes filled with scorn. "You think you can intimidate me, Cynthia? Really, what do you think you're capable of?"<br /> <br /> A sharp glint flashed in Cynthia's eyes as she spoke calmly. "A minor actress shamelessly moves into a married man's house, and within a month, the young couple is divorced. I wonder, if this little scandal hits the headlines, how your fans will react. Will they stand by you, or will they turn their backs, dragging your name through the mud?"<br /> <br /> Kelly, a mediocre graduate from a film academy with unremarkable looks and talent, had only managed to carve a niche for herself in showbiz with Nathan's financial support. She was, at best, a second-tier star, and her position in the entertainment world was what she valued most.<br /> <br /> Sure enough, Kelly's face changed drastically at these words. "Cynthia, are you threatening me?"<br /> <br /> "Right, I am threatening you," Cynthia admitted. "Better watch your step with me. If not, I'll make sure this story goes public. You've got plenty of enemies itching for a scoop like this. I wonder how many fans will stick by you after that."<br /> <br /> "You wouldn't dare!" Kelly's face betrayed a flash of panic.<br /> <br /> Cynthia scoffed, "Try me. I've got nothing to hide. You're the one who should be worried, not me. Don't believe me? Go ahead, push your luck!"<br /> <br /> Perhaps it was her tolerance over these past three years that had given these people the audacity to challenge her.<br /> <br /> Having said that, Cynthia pushed past Kelly's shoulder, striding upstairs to her room, leaving Kelly standing there in fury.<br /> <br /> The master room was divided into two parts - a study and a bedroom. Nathan never spent the night in the bedroom, and the study was more like a shared area for the two.<br /> <br /> In less than half an hour, Cynthia had packed her things. After three years, all she had filled was one suitcase and a backpack. Looking at them, she almost wanted to laugh.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, she remembered a pen of hers in the study. As she went in to retrieve it, she noticed a document on the desk.<br /> <br /> Her eyes fell on the paper. It was a bidding proposal from Nathan's company for a project under the Jenkins Group.<br /> <br /> Cynthia almost laughed. In the past, if she had seen this document, she would have secretly helped, arranging for the Jenkins Group to internally fix the bid to help Nathan secure the project.<br /> <br /> But now, seeing the proposal, Cynthia smiled, promising herself to give Nathan a surprise.<br /> <br /> After packing her things, Cynthia, dragging her suitcase, was about to leave when suddenly someone appeared at the door.<br /> <br /> "Don't worry, I'm all packed and I won't be back," Cynthia said indifferently. To her, Nathan had become less significant than a stranger.<br /> <br /> Nathan snorted, "That's it? That's all you have to say?"<br /> <br /> "What more is there between us?" Cynthia couldn't help but laugh. "The fact that you're standing here means Jessica is still alive. Now, if you don't mind, step aside. I'm hurried to move out."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia, I never realized how sharp-tongued you could be," Nathan said coldly, staring at the person before him. "Before you leave, you must apologize to Kelly!"<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> "Why should I apologize?" Cynthia released her suitcase, her eyes brimming with mockery. "Really, Nathan? Isn't Jessica enough for you? Or are you trying to have them both?"<br /> <br /> Nathan was close to losing his temper. "What nonsense are you talking about? Kelly is like a sister to me, nothing more!"<br /> <br /> "That's a question you should be asking your dear mother, not me," Cynthia said, uninterested in arguing further.<br /> <br /> Sharon had always favored the Dixon sisters. While Jessica was delicate and often sick, Sharon secretly hoped Kelly would be Nathan's wife. Nathan, however, was completely oblivious to this.<br /> <br /> Nathan took a deep breath, trying to keep his anger in check. He needed to remember why he was here. His voice softened but still carried a hint of superiority. "Listen, Cynthia, I'm here to make a deal with you. If you agree to donate a kidney to Jessica, I'll compensate you."<br /> <br /> "Compensate? How much?" Cynthia's tone was full of mockery, but Nathan, oblivious, thought she was actually considering it.<br /> <br /> "Forty thousand dollars, Cynthia. That's way more than you'd make in years," Nathan said, confident in his proposition, believing that to Cynthia, 40 thousand dollars was a fortune.<br /> <br /> Cynthia burst into uncontrollable laughter, almost crying with mirth.<br /> <br /> Nathan, infuriated and embarrtootshieed, demanded, "What's so funny?"<br /> <br /> It took Cynthia a while to compose herself. She spoke slowly, "Your absurd daydreams, Nathan. And how clueless you are about your own ignorance. Here's my offer. Four million dollars for Kelly's kidney. Convince her. It's way more than she could make in years."<br /> <br /> "Enough! If you want more, just say it. Stop pretending," Nathan said, looking at her as if she were insane.<br /> <br /> Cynthia calmly replied, "Believe it or not, that's your problem. I'll say this one last time. I will never donate a kidney to Jessica. This is it. We're done!"<br /> <br /> With that, she dragged her suitcase past Nathan.<br /> <br /> From behind, Nathan called out confidently. "Cynthia, one day you'll come back to me for money!"<br /> <br /> "In your dreams," Cynthia retorted without turning back just as she was about to leave. Suddenly, a man approached her head-on.<br /> <br /> Their eyes met unexpectedly, and Cynthia was momentarily startled. The man was tall, easily six foot three, with a straight nose and strikingly handsome features. What caught the attention most, however, were his deep eyes that could easily draw someone in without them realizing it.<br /> <br /> This was Nathan's younger uncle, Lawrence Richardson.<br /> <br /> The moment Lawrence saw Cynthia's face clearly, his brow twitched subtly. His look was complex, unreadable, like a sharp sword fixed on her face, shrouded in mystery.<br /> <br /> Cynthia guessed that Lawrence might have overheard her argument with Nathan and was reacting to it. She nodded casually, keeping her cool.<br /> <br /> Within a few seconds, Lawrence masked his emotions, his eyes settling into a serene calmness. They continued walking, merely brushing past each other.<br /> <br /> However, in that brief moment of ptootshieing, Cynthia's expression changed dramatically. Subconsciously, she slowed her pace, her eyes drawn to Lawrence's suit.<br /> <br /> The left sleeve of his gray, tailor-made suit sported a unique sapphire cufflink, exuding a subtle elegance. However, the right sleeve was conspicuously bare, missing its matching piece.<br /> <br /> In an instant, Cynthia felt utterly disheveled, as if a tornado had just swept through her world.<br /> <br /> "Thia, about that thing you asked me to look into, I think I'm onto something." Eric's voice rose teasingly from the other end of the phone, deliberately keeping her in suspense.<br /> <br /> Stopped at a red light, Cynthia sat in her Ferrari, her mind elsewhere. "No need to guess. I've figured it out."<br /> <br /> "Oh, really?" Eric sounded genuinely surprised. "I haven't even told you yet. How did you know?"<br /> <br /> "Just forget about it." Cynthia pressed her temples, weary. "Eric, let's pretend I never asked. Focus on your work. Bye."<br /> <br /> Before Eric could respond, Cynthia reclined in her seat, her head throbbing. The way Lawrence had looked at her earlier made her wonder...if he had recognized her.<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Cynthia couldn't help but feel relieved. Luckily, she was already divorced. Otherwise, bumping into him all the time would've been too awkward to handle.<br /> <br /> Just as she returned to Jenkins Villa, the butler immediately approached her to report that Heather was waiting for her in the upstairs study. Cynthia, with a resigned smile, handed her things over to a servant and made her way upstairs.<br /> <br /> "Back already?" Heather, surrounded by a mountain of papers, glanced up and gave a small nod. "Everything sorted?"<br /> <br /> Cynthia smiled freely, "I've got the divorce papers, and all my stuff is moved back. There's no need for further contact."<br /> <br /> She sat down in front of Heather's desk, tentatively starting the conversation. "Mom, I heard the Jenkins Group is starting the bidding process for the project in the Grimes Group? Have we made a decision yet?"<br /> <br /> Heather looked up, her stern gaze softening a bit as she scrutinized Cynthia. "The bidding is set for next week. So far, we haven't found the right fit yet. What's got you interested all of a sudden?<br /> <br /> "Right, you said before that after the divorce, you would return to the Jenkins Group and take over my place. Are you ready to step up now?" Heather reminded her again.<br /> <br /> Cynthia smiled wryly, "Running the Jenkins Group can wait a bit. I've been out of the game for three years. Jumping in headfirst might just show off my rust. I'm thinking of starting with the Grimes Group project, you know, to get my feet wet. Gotta ease into it."<br /> <br /> "Why bother with all that? You've got the talent," Heather disagreed, confident in Cynthia's abilities.<br /> <br /> Cynthia felt somewhat helpless but still stood her ground. "We need to let the old guard get used to the idea. If I swoop in right after coming back, who knows how many troubles they might throw in my way. Even if I can handle it, it's still a htootshiele."<br /> <br /> Heather looked at her for a long moment before giving in. "Alright, have it your way. But get up to speed fast. I can't hold off for long."<br /> <br /> "Okay, I won't let you down," Cynthia said with a slight smile, her gaze drifting to the scenery outside the window.<br /> <br /> In the VIP ward of the rehabilitation hospital, all the nurses knew Jessica in Room 5 had a super devoted boyfriend. But inside that room, the truth was a whole other story.<br /> <br /> "Nathan, don't be so impulsive. Cynthia's a good girl, really. You should be nicer to her." Jessica leaned against the headboard, her face ghostly pale.<br /> <br /> Nathan strongly disagreed, "Jessica, don't be fooled by her. Remember what she did to you? And how she spoke to Kelly? She's just a troublemaker, trust me."<br /> <br /> Jessica smiled gently, placing her hand on Nathan's back. "She just cares too much about you. Look, my body... It's not great. You should focus on your life, not mine.<br /> <br /> "I want you two to get back together. Let her be there for you. That way, I can go peacefully, knowing you're not alone."<br /> <br /> "Jessica..." Nathan's heart sank as he looked at her, her selflessness only deepening his pain. "Don't say that. We're going to beat this, okay?"<br /> <br /> Jessica's eyes were downcast as she feigned nonchalance. "At this point, unless we find a kidney that matches, there's no hope. Please, I don't want you to be worried about me anymore."<br /> <br /> "Cynthia's a match. Leave it to me, I'll talk to her," Nathan said confidently.<br /> <br /> Jessica quickly shook her head. "Don't push her, okay? If she's not up to it, I won't accept it either."<br /> <br /> "You're just too kind..." Nathan became even more determined to get Cynthia's agreement. He was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang.<br /> <br /> "hecko, is this Mr. Nathan Richardson from the Richardson Group? This is the Jenkins Group. We've gone through your proposal, and our head would like to talk with you one on one.<br /> <br /> Nathan was overjoyed upon hearing this. Getting along with the Jenkins could elevate his status in the Richardson family.<br /> <br /> He mouthed "the Jenkins Group" to Jessica, who also looked pleasantly surprised.<br /> <br /> "Can you do this afternoon?" The person from the Jenkins Group had already set the time.<br /> <br /> Nathan hesitated as he looked at Jessica's beautiful yet pale face. "This afternoon?" He had promised to spend the entire day with Jessica.<br /> <br /> The ward fell silent. Noticing Nathan's hesitation, Jessica smiled and waved her hand, signaling him not to worry about her and to quickly agree. Urged by Jessica, Nathan awkwardly consented.<br /> <br /> He hung up the phone, his expression clouded. "Jessica, I..."<br /> <br /> Jessica spoke with understanding. "Come on, you've been working so hard on this project, and now you've got a chance you just can't ptootshie up."<br /> <br /> "But I promised to spend the whole day with you today," Nathan said, his brow furrowing with guilt.<br /> <br /> "Don't be silly, I'll be fine, and Kelly will come over this afternoon," Jessica said, her eyes glistening. "How about this? If you feel guilty, make it up to me by spending all day with me tomorrow."<br /> <br /> Nathan's heart softened. "Okay, I'll also come over early tonight. Just take care of yourself, okay?"<br /> <br /> Once Nathan left, Jessica watched his retreating figure, a complex emotion hidden in her eyes.<br /> <br /> The Jenkins Group towered in the heart of the bustling city center, occupying an entire office building. Nathan, full of ambition, walked in, trying to calm his emotions, determined to present his best self in the upcoming meeting.<br /> <br /> A staff member knocked and led him into the reception room.<br /> <br /> Behind the wooden desk, the rotating chair was turned away from the door. The project manager, with her back to him, tapped her left hand lightly on the desk, casting a silent but palpable tension in the air.<br /> <br /> Nathan hadn't felt this nervous in a long time. He steadied his nerves and put on a composed smile. "hecko, I'm Nathan from the Richardson Group. We have an appointment this morning. Here is the Richardson Group's proposal for the Grimes Group project."<br /> <br /> A moment ptootshieed, and then a clear, confident voice answered, "Mr. Richardson, pleased to meet you." As the chair swiveled around, Nathan finally saw the project manager's face. At that moment, his eyes widened in surprise.<br /> <br /> ..............................................................................<br /> Nathan blurted out without thinking, "Cynthia?"<br /> <br /> "What?" Cynthia's expression was cold, her brows slightly furrowed.<br /> <br /> Nathan finally got a good look at her.<br /> <br /> Cynthia was clad in a sharp white suit, and her short chestnut hair framed her face, exuding a sense of authority.<br /> <br /> "Sorry, my mistake. Thought you were someone else," Nathan quickly apologized, swiftly denying his initial thought. He didn't think that this woman, with such control over her surroundings, could be Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Yet, her face resembled Cynthia's so closely.<br /> <br /> "Is that so?" Cynthia responded indifferently. "Enough for the small talk, let's discuss your proposal, shall we?" She got straight into the point.<br /> <br /> Nathan, not lacking in professional skills, quickly engaged in the conversation, explaining his planning concepts in detail. Cynthia interjected occasionally with her opinions and pointed out potential problems in implementation, asking Nathan for solutions.<br /> <br /> The two of them conversed back and forth, thoroughly enjoying their discussion.<br /> <br /> "I'll take the Richardson Group proposal into careful consideration," Cynthia stated, neatly wrapping up their conversation.<br /> <br /> Nathan felt a thrill of hope at the prospect of collaboration.<br /> <br /> As their business talk concluded, Nathan couldn't help but take a few more glances at her. Driven by an inexplicable urge, he blurted out, "Do you happen to know a woman named Cynthia?"<br /> <br /> After the question, Nathan immediately regretted it, wishing he could take back his words.<br /> <br /> He was about to change the subject when Cynthia's next statement wiped the smile off his face.<br /> <br /> "Cynthia? I'm quite familiar with her."<br /> <br /> Observing Nathan's transformation from shock to utter disbelief, Cynthia chuckled internally while maintaining her apparent composure. "Surprised?"<br /> <br /> "I just didn't expect that you would actually know her," Nathan replied, staring at the woman who bore a striking resemblance to Cynthia yet with a distinctly different vibe. He couldn't help but wonder if there were really two people so similar in this world.<br /> <br /> He was filled with confusion, unable to fathom how Cynthia, with her humble background, could be connected to a project manager of the Jenkins Group.<br /> <br /> He was about to ask for details when Cynthia interjected coldly, "Mr. Richardson, let's end it here for today. I've gone over your proposal. I'll get back to you with my decision after the seminar. I've got several other meetings lined up."<br /> <br /> Since she had said that, and Nathan was no slouch at picking up cues, he quickly stood up and humbly said, "Then I'll look forward to hearing from you. I'll get going now."<br /> <br /> "Take care."<br /> <br /> As Nathan left, Cynthia sneered. She couldn't help but find amusement in Nathan's hesitant, almost fearful demeanor.<br /> <br /> Finishing her work at the office, she decided it was time to head home.<br /> <br /> In the underground parking lot, Cynthia was searching for her car with the key in hand.<br /> <br /> She hadn't walked far when she suddenly noticed someone standing not far away. The moment their eyes met, Cynthia's smile froze.<br /> <br /> The man was tall, strikingly handsome, and it was none other than Lawrence!<br /> <br /> Cynthia's mouth twitched as she forced composure, averting her gaze and steeling herself as she located her car.<br /> <br /> Pretending not to recognize him, she tried to get in her car and leave. Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps froze her in place. A few seconds later, Lawrence stood in front of her car, halting her movements completely. Cynthia could feel the stare.<br /> <br /> Taking a deep breath, Cynthia turned around, offering a polite smile, "Mr. Richardson, is there something you need?"<br /> <br /> Although Lawrence was Nathan's uncle, the two had actually only met once at Cynthia and Nathan's wedding three years ago. Cynthia had no idea why he would want to see her now.<br /> <br /> Lawrence stood there silently, his gaze so penetrating that it alarmed Cynthia.<br /> <br /> Just as she started to suspect he had seen through her, Lawrence smiled faintly, "Your car is blocking the way."<br /> <br /> It was only then that Cynthia noticed her vehicle was parked right behind a sleek Jaguar.	LEARN_MORE	https://www.yumread.com/share/middle/h1s052yjjngiy	101489936134366	OasisStory	https://facebook.com/100087803393468	26,741	1	762,294,012,550,414	2024-04-29 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	1	0	0	Learn more	OasisStory	120207914937880455	www.yumread.com	NONE	video		https://www.yumread.com/share/middle/h1s052yjjngiylt1gjmuhgwr?ad_id={{ad.id}}&sid=120207914929150455&campaign={{campaign.name}}&adgroup={{adset.name}}	2024-04-29 07:33	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438255717_448333294396428_3572495422840178382_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=pD41DFEqLsQAb7mqoRH&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AfALJHQ6mCRDv9iPOf7ZgJ-VvAAWBpNHedFuTOS1-Vxt8g&oe=66360DD1	person_profile	0	OasisStory	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438263863_283881688112351_339459869201573808_n.jpg?_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=HPG6DE3lLKkAb5UBhI_&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AfBeYdIJomGVawstYKETAPEJAlY7dN_Qv69iEKRnEbWGMg&oe=663613AE	0	3	OasisStory	2024-04-29 02:00	View Edit Delete

Page 14 of 40, showing 20 record(s) out of 784 total

Download CSV New Ads

Search

Ads