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569,515	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	Yes	2024-03-18 15:10	active	276	3573173299662102	Master the LIVE Launch Method & Get More Clients	What does it take to run a Live Launch® that converts?<br /> <br /> Two words: HUMAN CONNECTION. <br /> <br /> If you can establish trust and belief in an INCREDIBLY skeptical market…<br /> <br /> You’ll be able to enroll premium clients like clockwork. <br /> <br /> The good news is, I can show you EXACTLY how to do it LIVE and for FREE….<br /> <br /> <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fkellyroachcoaching.com%2Fapril-live-launch-experts&h=AT3Rke18VABChwJ_5WhpMbmlo0mV7SHXIEVts9W4ryB-pVhM0uNBMhGarlzvGDzLkgu1_9VQaGZ3BUNa12leCxOoru_9geAKlKaQbI2Yt5729t7Q_dFX7VHRiosJuFWItFErGpIk_9GoaQCRwoOHg7UGxFI" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="origin">https://kellyroachcoaching.com/april-live-launch-experts</a><br /> <br /> During this LIVE event, you’ll learn:<br /> <br /> ✅What's working NOW (and why your live events aren’t converting like they used to)<br /> <br /> ✅Effective pre-launch nurture strategies to win your launch before it even starts.<br /> <br /> ✅How to optimize your launch content and positioning to make your offer a no-brainer<br /> <br /> ✅Advanced systems for scale so you can automate, simplify and increase productivity as your business grows<br /> <br /> ✅The exact roadmap to 7+ figures, while eliminating hours of work by building your launch dream team<br /> <br /> And so much more. <br /> <br /> The LIVE Launch method helped me become the only female founder in the online space who built an 8-figure company with no debt, no investors, and no outside funding.<br /> <br /> And it has already helped over 76+ service providers scale past $1M – and a handful scale to 8+ figures. <br /> <br /> In other words? <br /> <br /> It WORKS. <br /> <br /> Regardless of industry, economy, or your preferred social media platform. <br /> <br /> So if you're a coach, consultant, agency owner or practitioner and you’re tired of inconsistent revenue months…<br /> <br /> And you want to learn how to create live launches that attract, engage, and convert more prospects into high-paying clients…<br /> <br /> Tap the link below and secure your seat to the LIVE training<br /> <br /> <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fkellyroachcoaching.com%2Fapril-live-launch-experts&h=AT2gbIhIMtv1IujkO2ytWOcbYDyCPTNgj5WrlLeTW78IskGAEQsxphB4F-yA9wKzsxbJGIm_llFLR3wD2ZLXDDLnwCjagCGIFqdEjidH5AZtYXHv5sjWuuPC2EY8AqJIH78ToWcqX7copnsIaxSBOEMdd3Y" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="origin">https://kellyroachcoaching.com/april-live-launch-experts</a><br /> <br /> - Kelly <br /> <br /> P.S. There will be recordings available if you miss a day or two – get registered now and get them sent directly to your inbox!	LEARN_MORE	https://kellyroachcoaching.com/april-live-launch-e	101792586054033	The Business Advisory	https://facebook.com/thebusinessadvisory	6,972	8	2,120,409,888,308,777	2024-03-15 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	1	Learn more	The Business Advisory	6564216853059	kellyroachcoaching.com		NONE	image	Learn how to run PROFITABLE Live Launches® in 2024. Get registered now.	https://kellyroachcoaching.com/april-live-launch-experts		2024-03-12 16:36	https://scontent.fftk1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/430329547_7332328673470587_4867564726551440914_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=OhJ6PWQpl9MAX_zOxFc&_nc_ht=scontent.fftk1-1.fna&oh=00_AfBQIxHoTGSHUKt54RU5CTCUxYNlvbZbBvYmRW1dCBW15A&oe=65FE6986	person_profile	The Business Advisory \| CEO Coaching + Masterminding	https://scontent.fftk1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/430690933_3765527413676823_6676482051210229898_n.jpg?_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=WkQuacHAvUEAX8533at&_nc_ht=scontent.fftk1-1.fna&oh=00_AfBO98XFoSHNFDUOX_5dD8vBDwwxGsZUb4IwJBxuCo5lBQ&oe=65FDE9A1	3	The Business Advisory	2024-03-12 02:00	View Edit Delete
570,510	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":570508}'	No	2024-03-18 15:10	active	276	776775187699038	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I announced while looking at my husband and his mistress.<br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> “I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally said something in a cold voice.<br /> “Tomorrow, I will send you the divorce paper.” <br /> ————————<br /> There's no way...Absolutely no way. We always use protection, and I'm on the pill. How can there be two lines? Two! How can I be two weeks late? <br /> I drop the disgusting pee stick into the sink before staring at myself in the mirror. <br /> What am I going to say to Adam? We aren't ready for a baby. Our marriage is so rocky right now, and his parents aren't supportive at all. <br /> I need to talk to him now.<br /> I push the plastics lid down on the Tupperware and place it in the insulated bag. I can't remember the last time I made Adam lunch and took it to the job site, but it's time I did. We need a good icebreaker, and my homemade spinach pasta has never let me down before. <br /> I smile to myself as I load the sides in the bag. I made all his favorites and even wrote him a long letter just in case he is too busy to speak with me when I drop by. I've really missed doing sweet things like this for him. <br /> I smile at my appearance. It's been a while since I tried to look good, and I think I forgot how nice I can look. In school, I was popular solely because of my looks, and it is the thing that definitely caught Adam's attention. <br /> I know that because I didn't have anything else going for me. I was an orphaned ward of the state, wearing hand-me-downs and holey shoes. But my bad style and poor background didn't matter to Adam, who comes from a very wealthy family, no he was happy to have me. I was the girl every guy had asked out but who had turned every one of them down. I was the unattainable Samantha Layne, the clean-faced angel, according to some. And Adam Polk was the guy who got me. The only guy I wanted. <br /> I smile as I grab his lunch and head for my little red Toyota Adam got me when he was promoted. <br /> This is it. I'm going to tell my husband we are expecting. I am going to go back to caring about the little things. That way coming home will be a joyous event for him and not a chore. <br /> I chuckle to myself as I open my car door and head for the trailer. Just the thought of how happy his mother would be is encouraging. I open the mobile trailer's door with a satisfied smile, and one thought running through my mind, "sorry Margaret, but you won't be proved right anytime soon." <br /> My happiness and self-confidence instantly fade as my eyes take in Adam groping and touching a skinny brunette. His hands are traveling her body as if they have never felt a woman before, and his tongue has to be licking her tonsils. <br /> "Adam," I whisper before I can stop myself, and my husband jumps. <br /> He pushes her away and meets my shocked eyes with a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar expression. <br /> "Samantha," he whispers, and the brunette looks between the two of us with a confused expression. <br /> "Adam...who is she," she asks after a brief moment of us staring at each other. <br /> I turn my gaze towards her now annoyed face. Red hot rage like I have never felt before blooms in my chest as I look her over. She obviously comes from money. She has diamonds in her ears, diamonds on her neck, and diamonds around her wrist. Her dress is exceptionally hot, and it shows off her fake breasts beautifully. Her hair is long, but I can see part of an extension due to my husband's hands running through her hair. She is exactly what my mother-in-law has always wanted for her baby boy—a fake high-class bimbo. Fine...as my heart breaks, my old defenses return. <br /> I turn my gaze back to my husband as I respond. <br /> "I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I answer while stepping towards his desk. <br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> Adam steps towards me, but I hold up my hand. I look into his eyes with the same disdain he gave me last night, and I see him cringe just as I did. I shift my gaze back towards the home wrecker. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> His eyes are trailing over me, and I smirk. Perfect. <br /> "Is that so," I say, and he meets my hard green eyes. <br /> "Sam, please...I can explain," he says, and I throw my head back to laugh. <br /> I make sure to be extra dramatic as I laugh my pain away. I even wipe away a nonexistent tear as I bring my face back down. <br /> "I think I can explain for you," I reply before flipping my hair back to guarantee my breasts are in full view. <br /> "You probably went to your mother after one of our fights...you probably complained about me and your precious all-knowing mother talked down about me. Then a short time after, she introduced you to miss blonde here...You being a good man, fought your attraction to her. But as we fought more and more at home, you decided to jail with working through our marriage. You called up miss mommy approved bimbo and started to get you some on the side...... Well, don't let me ruin your good time Adam.....I just came by to talk about the thing I wanted to discuss last night. You know the thing that made you cuss me out and storm back out of our house. The excuse you used to go get right back in between her legs!..... I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "What," Adam whispers, and I smirk. <br /> "Yup. Well, enjoy your lunch. It's all your favorites. I will be sure to give Kelly the recipes so she can make them for you from now on.....oh, and she can have this too. The diamond is a little small for her taste, judging from the size of the stones already on her," I reply as I slide off the ring I chose. <br /> I place it on top of his lunch bag and give the two of them my best smile. <br /> "Well, continue," I say as I turn to leave. <br /> Adam grabs my arm before I can escape but drops it as soon as I look at him. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Doesn't matter how," I growl, and he frowns before Kelly's squeaky voice erupts from behind me, cutting into our discussion as if it belongs there. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> He turns towards her to say something, but before he can, I respond to little miss deluded. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally smirk before delivering the final blow. <br /> "And don't worry, Adam. I remember every word of the prenup your mother made me sign. The baby is definitely yours. DNA will have no problem proving it, and since you were the one caught sleeping around, I get everything. Including fifty percent of this company when your father hands it over. I guess mommy dearest forgot that part when she introduced you to Ms. O'Niel," I explain snarkily. <br /> When I go to leave this time, he lets me, and the last little piece of my heart shatters. The crew, who looked shocked to see me avoid my eyes as I head to my car. I guess I assumed wrong when I pulled up. They weren't shocked to see me here. They were wide-eyed because they knew what scene I was about to walk in on. <br /> I get into my car and slam the door. As I start it, I look back toward the trailer to see Adam watching me. As a final parting gift, I flip him off. I put my car in reverse and punch the gas. Gravel flies as I flee the scene of soul-shattering destruction. <br /> Goodbye, Adam Polk.<br /> <br /> I start collecting my toiletries just as he bursts into what was once "our" bedroom. <br /> "Samantha, where are you? We need to talk," Adam says as his voice gets closer and closer to the restroom. <br /> "In here," I call with fake cheerfulness just to annoy him. <br /> He pushes open the bathroom door and sighs loudly. His sigh makes me want to roll my eyes, but I refrain. I instead act as if I didn't hear him sigh out in relief at finding me here. He seems genuinely happy to find me at home and not already gone...interesting. <br /> "Sam...what are you doing," Adam asks, and the urge to scoff makes me clear my throat. <br /> I recover from my almost slip well, but my mind explodes as it thinks over Adam's ridiculous question. What does he think I'm doing, knitting? ......Shoot, what does it look like I'm doing? What did he think I would be doing?!?!?!?! Sitting here crying? Making dinner? This man is delusional. I catch him cheating, and his first question to me when he gets home is, "Sam...what are you doing?" This idiot! <br /> "I'm packing. I don't think I will be able to get everything out in one go, but Kelly should have plenty of space to start moving in," I reply calmly instead of voicing my many sarcastic questions. <br /> "Kelly isn't moving into our home. Sam, I broke up with her...I want us to work. I want to be a family," Adam says, and this time, my scoff can't be held back, nor can my rage. <br /> I slowly turn to look at the man I have loved for seven years and stare. I don't hide my hate or distaste for who he has become. I allow all my rage to pass across my features as I look him over from head to toe. <br /> I scoff again but this time louder, as I realize something. He isn't aging well at all. He must be taking after his mother's side because his father is still very handsome. <br /> "I...no longer want us to work, Adam. You have given me every reason in the book to throw in the towel. This marriage is over. Go call Kelly and tell her you made a mistake. My lawyer will be in contact with yours. I'm done," I finally say as a car horn goes off out front. <br /> Adam seems startled either by my words or by the car horn. I don't know which, and I don't honestly care. I return to packing, and he stays quiet as I do. <br /> I move around our master suite, gathering everything I can as fast as I possibly can. I want to get out of here, and I don't want my taxi to leave. When I have finally packed everything of mine that will fit in my large suitcases and toiletry bag, I turn back towards Adam, who is starting to look green. <br /> As I make my way to the front door, Adam follows closely behind me. A sliver of fear runs down my spine at just how close he is, but I push it away. Adam has never been a violent man. He has only used his words to hurt me, and just because he is a fat piece of swine, I don't believe him to be a woman beater. Plus, once I get the door open, the taxi driver will be witness to anything Adam might do. And one thing Adam is strict about is his image. <br /> "Samantha, are you really pregnant," Adam asks lowly, and the doubt in his voice slaps me in the face. <br /> "Yes, Adam, I am pregnant. I am two weeks late, and according to an at-home pregnancy test, we are expecting. Congrats," I practically snarl as I pass my bags to an annoyed-looking cab driver. <br /> The driver tosses my bags into the car trunk, and I hold up a finger to signal I need another minute. I walk past Adam and make my way back to the bedroom. Adam follows behind me like a puppy, and my emotions heighten. <br /> My anger is growing with each passing second, and as my anger grows, my mind gets to thinking. Questions begin to bubble within me, and my mouth can't stop itself from asking. <br /> "Why did you break up with Kelly, Adam? Why did you come home and say you want us to work? Is it because of the baby...Is it because you realized how much you really do love me...or is it because I reminded you about the prenup. Is it because I will own 50% of your father's company," I ask as I snatch my toiletry bag and face him head-on. <br /> His blue eyes widen with shock before they fill with shame, and I am given my answer. No words need be spoken; I can read his reaction like a book. He is here to save face. He wants to be the one to divorce me. He wants to keep his family's good name from being dragged through the mud. Yeah, I might have made him drool earlier today, but that isn't as important as keeping his image up. <br /> "Don't answer, Adam. Your reaction was answer enough. Enjoy explaining why I am divorcing you to your father. I hope he blackens both your eyes," I snap before moving past him and back out of our home. <br /> This time he doesn't follow me, and it doesn't hurt. <br /> *** <br /> "Samantha, Mr. Polk, and his mother are demanding to have DNA results provided before the divorce is finalized. I am fighting the demand, but the judge is behaving as if he is in favor of their request," Mr. Hedge says as I rub my slight baby bump. <br /> Irritation pulls at my already thin patience, but I try to hide it. Mr. Hedge has worked tirelessly to get my divorce finalized, and he deserves whatever patience I can give him. It isn't his fault Margaret is scrambling to find anything she can to prove I shouldn't receive what I was promised in the prenup. <br /> "Mr. Hedge, every shred of privacy I had before this divorce began has been erased. Margaret Polk and Adam Polk have tried everything they can to prove I also had an affair. And everything they have demanded access to has shown I was nothing but faithful to Adam. This divorce can not be postponed again. I am tired of living in a hotel. If they want a clause added to the divorce, then fine. I have no doubts as to who the father is. If they want a stipulation placed on what I receive, fine. I want this over," I finally reply, and Mr. Hedge looks taken aback by my compliance. <br /> "Okay, well, they should accept that. And I truly understand that you need this matter closed, Samantha. I am doing everything I can," Mr. Hedge says, and I sigh as I stand up. <br /> "I'm sorry, Harry. I know you are. I really do," I say while reaching my hand out for his. <br /> We shake hands, and he gives me a small smile before I head down to the lobby. I hate taking out my irritation on innocent bystanders, and Mr. Hedge is innocent. He doesn't deserve my hormone-fueled expectations or my annoyance with the Polks being directed at him. It's only been five weeks, and he has accomplished so much. <br /> When we first began this process, Adam was adamant about trying to save the marriage. But as soon as Margaret got involved, she shut that down. She hired a separate attorney to represent Adam and a private detective to search through the ashes of my life. I've been ordered to hand over access to all my social media accounts and my phone records. But since there was nothing to find, and I had nothing to hide, and I handed them over without a fight. Margaret even had someone go through my search history on my home computer. But that produced absolutely nothing. <br /> I sigh as I reach the exit. I just want this over. I want to begin my life. I have to figure out a plan, and my time to do so is slowly ticking away. With each passing week, my baby bump grows, and my stress increases with it. I need to find a place, but the housing market here has zero inventory. <br /> It's done. I'm free. Finally! I sigh as I stand to my feet. Happiness is pulsing, ready to erupt right under my skin, but I contain it. I need to remain dignified since the enemy hasn't left the courtroom. <br /> I straighten my pencil skirt and push a stray curl behind my ear. I offer Mr. Hedge my hand, and I give him a big smile. <br /> "We did it, sir," I say, and he returns my smile and handshake before refocusing on gathering his notes. <br /> "We sure did. It wasn't easy, but we did it. You have officially divorced Mr. Polk and are once again a free woman. If there is...Oh yes, umm, Ms. Layne, tomorrow, could you stop by my office around 3 pm. A few days ago, I was contacted over a separate matter that I need to discuss with you," Mr.Hedge says as if he just remembered the separate thing we needed to discuss. <br /> He packs up the few documents left on the table, and my brain panics as I try to piece together what he could be talking about.	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570,508	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":0.999857475414509,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	No	2024-03-18 15:10	active	276	421704970506340	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I announced while looking at my husband and his mistress.<br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> “I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally said something in a cold voice.<br /> “Tomorrow, I will send you the divorce paper.” <br /> ————————<br /> There's no way...Absolutely no way. We always use protection, and I'm on the pill. How can there be two lines? Two! How can I be two weeks late? <br /> I drop the disgusting pee stick into the sink before staring at myself in the mirror. <br /> What am I going to say to Adam? We aren't ready for a baby. Our marriage is so rocky right now, and his parents aren't supportive at all. <br /> I need to talk to him now.<br /> I push the plastics lid down on the Tupperware and place it in the insulated bag. I can't remember the last time I made Adam lunch and took it to the job site, but it's time I did. We need a good icebreaker, and my homemade spinach pasta has never let me down before. <br /> I smile to myself as I load the sides in the bag. I made all his favorites and even wrote him a long letter just in case he is too busy to speak with me when I drop by. I've really missed doing sweet things like this for him. <br /> I smile at my appearance. It's been a while since I tried to look good, and I think I forgot how nice I can look. In school, I was popular solely because of my looks, and it is the thing that definitely caught Adam's attention. <br /> I know that because I didn't have anything else going for me. I was an orphaned ward of the state, wearing hand-me-downs and holey shoes. But my bad style and poor background didn't matter to Adam, who comes from a very wealthy family, no he was happy to have me. I was the girl every guy had asked out but who had turned every one of them down. I was the unattainable Samantha Layne, the clean-faced angel, according to some. And Adam Polk was the guy who got me. The only guy I wanted. <br /> I smile as I grab his lunch and head for my little red Toyota Adam got me when he was promoted. <br /> This is it. I'm going to tell my husband we are expecting. I am going to go back to caring about the little things. That way coming home will be a joyous event for him and not a chore. <br /> I chuckle to myself as I open my car door and head for the trailer. Just the thought of how happy his mother would be is encouraging. I open the mobile trailer's door with a satisfied smile, and one thought running through my mind, "sorry Margaret, but you won't be proved right anytime soon." <br /> My happiness and self-confidence instantly fade as my eyes take in Adam groping and touching a skinny brunette. His hands are traveling her body as if they have never felt a woman before, and his tongue has to be licking her tonsils. <br /> "Adam," I whisper before I can stop myself, and my husband jumps. <br /> He pushes her away and meets my shocked eyes with a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar expression. <br /> "Samantha," he whispers, and the brunette looks between the two of us with a confused expression. <br /> "Adam...who is she," she asks after a brief moment of us staring at each other. <br /> I turn my gaze towards her now annoyed face. Red hot rage like I have never felt before blooms in my chest as I look her over. She obviously comes from money. She has diamonds in her ears, diamonds on her neck, and diamonds around her wrist. Her dress is exceptionally hot, and it shows off her fake breasts beautifully. Her hair is long, but I can see part of an extension due to my husband's hands running through her hair. She is exactly what my mother-in-law has always wanted for her baby boy—a fake high-class bimbo. Fine...as my heart breaks, my old defenses return. <br /> I turn my gaze back to my husband as I respond. <br /> "I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I answer while stepping towards his desk. <br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> Adam steps towards me, but I hold up my hand. I look into his eyes with the same disdain he gave me last night, and I see him cringe just as I did. I shift my gaze back towards the home wrecker. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> His eyes are trailing over me, and I smirk. Perfect. <br /> "Is that so," I say, and he meets my hard green eyes. <br /> "Sam, please...I can explain," he says, and I throw my head back to laugh. <br /> I make sure to be extra dramatic as I laugh my pain away. I even wipe away a nonexistent tear as I bring my face back down. <br /> "I think I can explain for you," I reply before flipping my hair back to guarantee my breasts are in full view. <br /> "You probably went to your mother after one of our fights...you probably complained about me and your precious all-knowing mother talked down about me. Then a short time after, she introduced you to miss blonde here...You being a good man, fought your attraction to her. But as we fought more and more at home, you decided to jail with working through our marriage. You called up miss mommy approved bimbo and started to get you some on the side...... Well, don't let me ruin your good time Adam.....I just came by to talk about the thing I wanted to discuss last night. You know the thing that made you cuss me out and storm back out of our house. The excuse you used to go get right back in between her legs!..... I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "What," Adam whispers, and I smirk. <br /> "Yup. Well, enjoy your lunch. It's all your favorites. I will be sure to give Kelly the recipes so she can make them for you from now on.....oh, and she can have this too. The diamond is a little small for her taste, judging from the size of the stones already on her," I reply as I slide off the ring I chose. <br /> I place it on top of his lunch bag and give the two of them my best smile. <br /> "Well, continue," I say as I turn to leave. <br /> Adam grabs my arm before I can escape but drops it as soon as I look at him. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Doesn't matter how," I growl, and he frowns before Kelly's squeaky voice erupts from behind me, cutting into our discussion as if it belongs there. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> He turns towards her to say something, but before he can, I respond to little miss deluded. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally smirk before delivering the final blow. <br /> "And don't worry, Adam. I remember every word of the prenup your mother made me sign. The baby is definitely yours. DNA will have no problem proving it, and since you were the one caught sleeping around, I get everything. Including fifty percent of this company when your father hands it over. I guess mommy dearest forgot that part when she introduced you to Ms. O'Niel," I explain snarkily. <br /> When I go to leave this time, he lets me, and the last little piece of my heart shatters. The crew, who looked shocked to see me avoid my eyes as I head to my car. I guess I assumed wrong when I pulled up. They weren't shocked to see me here. They were wide-eyed because they knew what scene I was about to walk in on. <br /> I get into my car and slam the door. As I start it, I look back toward the trailer to see Adam watching me. As a final parting gift, I flip him off. I put my car in reverse and punch the gas. Gravel flies as I flee the scene of soul-shattering destruction. <br /> Goodbye, Adam Polk.<br /> <br /> I start collecting my toiletries just as he bursts into what was once "our" bedroom. <br /> "Samantha, where are you? We need to talk," Adam says as his voice gets closer and closer to the restroom. <br /> "In here," I call with fake cheerfulness just to annoy him. <br /> He pushes open the bathroom door and sighs loudly. His sigh makes me want to roll my eyes, but I refrain. I instead act as if I didn't hear him sigh out in relief at finding me here. He seems genuinely happy to find me at home and not already gone...interesting. <br /> "Sam...what are you doing," Adam asks, and the urge to scoff makes me clear my throat. <br /> I recover from my almost slip well, but my mind explodes as it thinks over Adam's ridiculous question. What does he think I'm doing, knitting? ......Shoot, what does it look like I'm doing? What did he think I would be doing?!?!?!?! Sitting here crying? Making dinner? This man is delusional. I catch him cheating, and his first question to me when he gets home is, "Sam...what are you doing?" This idiot! <br /> "I'm packing. I don't think I will be able to get everything out in one go, but Kelly should have plenty of space to start moving in," I reply calmly instead of voicing my many sarcastic questions. <br /> "Kelly isn't moving into our home. Sam, I broke up with her...I want us to work. I want to be a family," Adam says, and this time, my scoff can't be held back, nor can my rage. <br /> I slowly turn to look at the man I have loved for seven years and stare. I don't hide my hate or distaste for who he has become. I allow all my rage to pass across my features as I look him over from head to toe. <br /> I scoff again but this time louder, as I realize something. He isn't aging well at all. He must be taking after his mother's side because his father is still very handsome. <br /> "I...no longer want us to work, Adam. You have given me every reason in the book to throw in the towel. This marriage is over. Go call Kelly and tell her you made a mistake. My lawyer will be in contact with yours. I'm done," I finally say as a car horn goes off out front. <br /> Adam seems startled either by my words or by the car horn. I don't know which, and I don't honestly care. I return to packing, and he stays quiet as I do. <br /> I move around our master suite, gathering everything I can as fast as I possibly can. I want to get out of here, and I don't want my taxi to leave. When I have finally packed everything of mine that will fit in my large suitcases and toiletry bag, I turn back towards Adam, who is starting to look green. <br /> As I make my way to the front door, Adam follows closely behind me. A sliver of fear runs down my spine at just how close he is, but I push it away. Adam has never been a violent man. He has only used his words to hurt me, and just because he is a fat piece of swine, I don't believe him to be a woman beater. Plus, once I get the door open, the taxi driver will be witness to anything Adam might do. And one thing Adam is strict about is his image. <br /> "Samantha, are you really pregnant," Adam asks lowly, and the doubt in his voice slaps me in the face. <br /> "Yes, Adam, I am pregnant. I am two weeks late, and according to an at-home pregnancy test, we are expecting. Congrats," I practically snarl as I pass my bags to an annoyed-looking cab driver. <br /> The driver tosses my bags into the car trunk, and I hold up a finger to signal I need another minute. I walk past Adam and make my way back to the bedroom. Adam follows behind me like a puppy, and my emotions heighten. <br /> My anger is growing with each passing second, and as my anger grows, my mind gets to thinking. Questions begin to bubble within me, and my mouth can't stop itself from asking. <br /> "Why did you break up with Kelly, Adam? Why did you come home and say you want us to work? Is it because of the baby...Is it because you realized how much you really do love me...or is it because I reminded you about the prenup. Is it because I will own 50% of your father's company," I ask as I snatch my toiletry bag and face him head-on. <br /> His blue eyes widen with shock before they fill with shame, and I am given my answer. No words need be spoken; I can read his reaction like a book. He is here to save face. He wants to be the one to divorce me. He wants to keep his family's good name from being dragged through the mud. Yeah, I might have made him drool earlier today, but that isn't as important as keeping his image up. <br /> "Don't answer, Adam. Your reaction was answer enough. Enjoy explaining why I am divorcing you to your father. I hope he blackens both your eyes," I snap before moving past him and back out of our home. <br /> This time he doesn't follow me, and it doesn't hurt. <br /> *** <br /> "Samantha, Mr. Polk, and his mother are demanding to have DNA results provided before the divorce is finalized. I am fighting the demand, but the judge is behaving as if he is in favor of their request," Mr. Hedge says as I rub my slight baby bump. <br /> Irritation pulls at my already thin patience, but I try to hide it. Mr. Hedge has worked tirelessly to get my divorce finalized, and he deserves whatever patience I can give him. It isn't his fault Margaret is scrambling to find anything she can to prove I shouldn't receive what I was promised in the prenup. <br /> "Mr. Hedge, every shred of privacy I had before this divorce began has been erased. Margaret Polk and Adam Polk have tried everything they can to prove I also had an affair. And everything they have demanded access to has shown I was nothing but faithful to Adam. This divorce can not be postponed again. I am tired of living in a hotel. If they want a clause added to the divorce, then fine. I have no doubts as to who the father is. If they want a stipulation placed on what I receive, fine. I want this over," I finally reply, and Mr. Hedge looks taken aback by my compliance. <br /> "Okay, well, they should accept that. And I truly understand that you need this matter closed, Samantha. I am doing everything I can," Mr. Hedge says, and I sigh as I stand up. <br /> "I'm sorry, Harry. I know you are. I really do," I say while reaching my hand out for his. <br /> We shake hands, and he gives me a small smile before I head down to the lobby. I hate taking out my irritation on innocent bystanders, and Mr. Hedge is innocent. He doesn't deserve my hormone-fueled expectations or my annoyance with the Polks being directed at him. It's only been five weeks, and he has accomplished so much. <br /> When we first began this process, Adam was adamant about trying to save the marriage. But as soon as Margaret got involved, she shut that down. She hired a separate attorney to represent Adam and a private detective to search through the ashes of my life. I've been ordered to hand over access to all my social media accounts and my phone records. But since there was nothing to find, and I had nothing to hide, and I handed them over without a fight. Margaret even had someone go through my search history on my home computer. But that produced absolutely nothing. <br /> I sigh as I reach the exit. I just want this over. I want to begin my life. I have to figure out a plan, and my time to do so is slowly ticking away. With each passing week, my baby bump grows, and my stress increases with it. I need to find a place, but the housing market here has zero inventory. <br /> It's done. I'm free. Finally! I sigh as I stand to my feet. Happiness is pulsing, ready to erupt right under my skin, but I contain it. I need to remain dignified since the enemy hasn't left the courtroom. <br /> I straighten my pencil skirt and push a stray curl behind my ear. I offer Mr. Hedge my hand, and I give him a big smile. <br /> "We did it, sir," I say, and he returns my smile and handshake before refocusing on gathering his notes. <br /> "We sure did. It wasn't easy, but we did it. You have officially divorced Mr. Polk and are once again a free woman. If there is...Oh yes, umm, Ms. Layne, tomorrow, could you stop by my office around 3 pm. A few days ago, I was contacted over a separate matter that I need to discuss with you," Mr.Hedge says as if he just remembered the separate thing we needed to discuss. <br /> He packs up the few documents left on the table, and my brain panics as I try to piece together what he could be talking about.	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570,514	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":570508}'	No	2024-03-18 15:10	active	276	1795232824221070	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I announced while looking at my husband and his mistress.<br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> “I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally said something in a cold voice.<br /> “Tomorrow, I will send you the divorce paper.” <br /> ————————<br /> There's no way...Absolutely no way. We always use protection, and I'm on the pill. How can there be two lines? Two! How can I be two weeks late? <br /> I drop the disgusting pee stick into the sink before staring at myself in the mirror. <br /> What am I going to say to Adam? We aren't ready for a baby. Our marriage is so rocky right now, and his parents aren't supportive at all. <br /> I need to talk to him now.<br /> I push the plastics lid down on the Tupperware and place it in the insulated bag. I can't remember the last time I made Adam lunch and took it to the job site, but it's time I did. We need a good icebreaker, and my homemade spinach pasta has never let me down before. <br /> I smile to myself as I load the sides in the bag. I made all his favorites and even wrote him a long letter just in case he is too busy to speak with me when I drop by. I've really missed doing sweet things like this for him. <br /> I smile at my appearance. It's been a while since I tried to look good, and I think I forgot how nice I can look. In school, I was popular solely because of my looks, and it is the thing that definitely caught Adam's attention. <br /> I know that because I didn't have anything else going for me. I was an orphaned ward of the state, wearing hand-me-downs and holey shoes. But my bad style and poor background didn't matter to Adam, who comes from a very wealthy family, no he was happy to have me. I was the girl every guy had asked out but who had turned every one of them down. I was the unattainable Samantha Layne, the clean-faced angel, according to some. And Adam Polk was the guy who got me. The only guy I wanted. <br /> I smile as I grab his lunch and head for my little red Toyota Adam got me when he was promoted. <br /> This is it. I'm going to tell my husband we are expecting. I am going to go back to caring about the little things. That way coming home will be a joyous event for him and not a chore. <br /> I chuckle to myself as I open my car door and head for the trailer. Just the thought of how happy his mother would be is encouraging. I open the mobile trailer's door with a satisfied smile, and one thought running through my mind, "sorry Margaret, but you won't be proved right anytime soon." <br /> My happiness and self-confidence instantly fade as my eyes take in Adam groping and touching a skinny brunette. His hands are traveling her body as if they have never felt a woman before, and his tongue has to be licking her tonsils. <br /> "Adam," I whisper before I can stop myself, and my husband jumps. <br /> He pushes her away and meets my shocked eyes with a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar expression. <br /> "Samantha," he whispers, and the brunette looks between the two of us with a confused expression. <br /> "Adam...who is she," she asks after a brief moment of us staring at each other. <br /> I turn my gaze towards her now annoyed face. Red hot rage like I have never felt before blooms in my chest as I look her over. She obviously comes from money. She has diamonds in her ears, diamonds on her neck, and diamonds around her wrist. Her dress is exceptionally hot, and it shows off her fake breasts beautifully. Her hair is long, but I can see part of an extension due to my husband's hands running through her hair. She is exactly what my mother-in-law has always wanted for her baby boy—a fake high-class bimbo. Fine...as my heart breaks, my old defenses return. <br /> I turn my gaze back to my husband as I respond. <br /> "I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I answer while stepping towards his desk. <br /> "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. <br /> Adam steps towards me, but I hold up my hand. I look into his eyes with the same disdain he gave me last night, and I see him cringe just as I did. I shift my gaze back towards the home wrecker. <br /> "Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. <br /> His eyes are trailing over me, and I smirk. Perfect. <br /> "Is that so," I say, and he meets my hard green eyes. <br /> "Sam, please...I can explain," he says, and I throw my head back to laugh. <br /> I make sure to be extra dramatic as I laugh my pain away. I even wipe away a nonexistent tear as I bring my face back down. <br /> "I think I can explain for you," I reply before flipping my hair back to guarantee my breasts are in full view. <br /> "You probably went to your mother after one of our fights...you probably complained about me and your precious all-knowing mother talked down about me. Then a short time after, she introduced you to miss blonde here...You being a good man, fought your attraction to her. But as we fought more and more at home, you decided to jail with working through our marriage. You called up miss mommy approved bimbo and started to get you some on the side...... Well, don't let me ruin your good time Adam.....I just came by to talk about the thing I wanted to discuss last night. You know the thing that made you cuss me out and storm back out of our house. The excuse you used to go get right back in between her legs!..... I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. <br /> "What," Adam whispers, and I smirk. <br /> "Yup. Well, enjoy your lunch. It's all your favorites. I will be sure to give Kelly the recipes so she can make them for you from now on.....oh, and she can have this too. The diamond is a little small for her taste, judging from the size of the stones already on her," I reply as I slide off the ring I chose. <br /> I place it on top of his lunch bag and give the two of them my best smile. <br /> "Well, continue," I say as I turn to leave. <br /> Adam grabs my arm before I can escape but drops it as soon as I look at him. <br /> "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. <br /> "Doesn't matter how," I growl, and he frowns before Kelly's squeaky voice erupts from behind me, cutting into our discussion as if it belongs there. <br /> "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. <br /> He turns towards her to say something, but before he can, I respond to little miss deluded. <br /> "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. <br /> I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally smirk before delivering the final blow. <br /> "And don't worry, Adam. I remember every word of the prenup your mother made me sign. The baby is definitely yours. DNA will have no problem proving it, and since you were the one caught sleeping around, I get everything. Including fifty percent of this company when your father hands it over. I guess mommy dearest forgot that part when she introduced you to Ms. O'Niel," I explain snarkily. <br /> When I go to leave this time, he lets me, and the last little piece of my heart shatters. The crew, who looked shocked to see me avoid my eyes as I head to my car. I guess I assumed wrong when I pulled up. They weren't shocked to see me here. They were wide-eyed because they knew what scene I was about to walk in on. <br /> I get into my car and slam the door. As I start it, I look back toward the trailer to see Adam watching me. As a final parting gift, I flip him off. I put my car in reverse and punch the gas. Gravel flies as I flee the scene of soul-shattering destruction. <br /> Goodbye, Adam Polk.<br /> <br /> I start collecting my toiletries just as he bursts into what was once "our" bedroom. <br /> "Samantha, where are you? We need to talk," Adam says as his voice gets closer and closer to the restroom. <br /> "In here," I call with fake cheerfulness just to annoy him. <br /> He pushes open the bathroom door and sighs loudly. His sigh makes me want to roll my eyes, but I refrain. I instead act as if I didn't hear him sigh out in relief at finding me here. He seems genuinely happy to find me at home and not already gone...interesting. <br /> "Sam...what are you doing," Adam asks, and the urge to scoff makes me clear my throat. <br /> I recover from my almost slip well, but my mind explodes as it thinks over Adam's ridiculous question. What does he think I'm doing, knitting? ......Shoot, what does it look like I'm doing? What did he think I would be doing?!?!?!?! Sitting here crying? Making dinner? This man is delusional. I catch him cheating, and his first question to me when he gets home is, "Sam...what are you doing?" This idiot! <br /> "I'm packing. I don't think I will be able to get everything out in one go, but Kelly should have plenty of space to start moving in," I reply calmly instead of voicing my many sarcastic questions. <br /> "Kelly isn't moving into our home. Sam, I broke up with her...I want us to work. I want to be a family," Adam says, and this time, my scoff can't be held back, nor can my rage. <br /> I slowly turn to look at the man I have loved for seven years and stare. I don't hide my hate or distaste for who he has become. I allow all my rage to pass across my features as I look him over from head to toe. <br /> I scoff again but this time louder, as I realize something. He isn't aging well at all. He must be taking after his mother's side because his father is still very handsome. <br /> "I...no longer want us to work, Adam. You have given me every reason in the book to throw in the towel. This marriage is over. Go call Kelly and tell her you made a mistake. My lawyer will be in contact with yours. I'm done," I finally say as a car horn goes off out front. <br /> Adam seems startled either by my words or by the car horn. I don't know which, and I don't honestly care. I return to packing, and he stays quiet as I do. <br /> I move around our master suite, gathering everything I can as fast as I possibly can. I want to get out of here, and I don't want my taxi to leave. When I have finally packed everything of mine that will fit in my large suitcases and toiletry bag, I turn back towards Adam, who is starting to look green. <br /> As I make my way to the front door, Adam follows closely behind me. A sliver of fear runs down my spine at just how close he is, but I push it away. Adam has never been a violent man. He has only used his words to hurt me, and just because he is a fat piece of swine, I don't believe him to be a woman beater. Plus, once I get the door open, the taxi driver will be witness to anything Adam might do. And one thing Adam is strict about is his image. <br /> "Samantha, are you really pregnant," Adam asks lowly, and the doubt in his voice slaps me in the face. <br /> "Yes, Adam, I am pregnant. I am two weeks late, and according to an at-home pregnancy test, we are expecting. Congrats," I practically snarl as I pass my bags to an annoyed-looking cab driver. <br /> The driver tosses my bags into the car trunk, and I hold up a finger to signal I need another minute. I walk past Adam and make my way back to the bedroom. Adam follows behind me like a puppy, and my emotions heighten. <br /> My anger is growing with each passing second, and as my anger grows, my mind gets to thinking. Questions begin to bubble within me, and my mouth can't stop itself from asking. <br /> "Why did you break up with Kelly, Adam? Why did you come home and say you want us to work? Is it because of the baby...Is it because you realized how much you really do love me...or is it because I reminded you about the prenup. Is it because I will own 50% of your father's company," I ask as I snatch my toiletry bag and face him head-on. <br /> His blue eyes widen with shock before they fill with shame, and I am given my answer. No words need be spoken; I can read his reaction like a book. He is here to save face. He wants to be the one to divorce me. He wants to keep his family's good name from being dragged through the mud. Yeah, I might have made him drool earlier today, but that isn't as important as keeping his image up. <br /> "Don't answer, Adam. Your reaction was answer enough. Enjoy explaining why I am divorcing you to your father. I hope he blackens both your eyes," I snap before moving past him and back out of our home. <br /> This time he doesn't follow me, and it doesn't hurt. <br /> *** <br /> "Samantha, Mr. Polk, and his mother are demanding to have DNA results provided before the divorce is finalized. I am fighting the demand, but the judge is behaving as if he is in favor of their request," Mr. Hedge says as I rub my slight baby bump. <br /> Irritation pulls at my already thin patience, but I try to hide it. Mr. Hedge has worked tirelessly to get my divorce finalized, and he deserves whatever patience I can give him. It isn't his fault Margaret is scrambling to find anything she can to prove I shouldn't receive what I was promised in the prenup. <br /> "Mr. Hedge, every shred of privacy I had before this divorce began has been erased. Margaret Polk and Adam Polk have tried everything they can to prove I also had an affair. And everything they have demanded access to has shown I was nothing but faithful to Adam. This divorce can not be postponed again. I am tired of living in a hotel. If they want a clause added to the divorce, then fine. I have no doubts as to who the father is. If they want a stipulation placed on what I receive, fine. I want this over," I finally reply, and Mr. Hedge looks taken aback by my compliance. <br /> "Okay, well, they should accept that. And I truly understand that you need this matter closed, Samantha. I am doing everything I can," Mr. Hedge says, and I sigh as I stand up. <br /> "I'm sorry, Harry. I know you are. I really do," I say while reaching my hand out for his. <br /> We shake hands, and he gives me a small smile before I head down to the lobby. I hate taking out my irritation on innocent bystanders, and Mr. Hedge is innocent. He doesn't deserve my hormone-fueled expectations or my annoyance with the Polks being directed at him. It's only been five weeks, and he has accomplished so much. <br /> When we first began this process, Adam was adamant about trying to save the marriage. But as soon as Margaret got involved, she shut that down. She hired a separate attorney to represent Adam and a private detective to search through the ashes of my life. I've been ordered to hand over access to all my social media accounts and my phone records. But since there was nothing to find, and I had nothing to hide, and I handed them over without a fight. Margaret even had someone go through my search history on my home computer. But that produced absolutely nothing. <br /> I sigh as I reach the exit. I just want this over. I want to begin my life. I have to figure out a plan, and my time to do so is slowly ticking away. With each passing week, my baby bump grows, and my stress increases with it. I need to find a place, but the housing market here has zero inventory. <br /> It's done. I'm free. Finally! I sigh as I stand to my feet. Happiness is pulsing, ready to erupt right under my skin, but I contain it. I need to remain dignified since the enemy hasn't left the courtroom. <br /> I straighten my pencil skirt and push a stray curl behind my ear. I offer Mr. Hedge my hand, and I give him a big smile. <br /> "We did it, sir," I say, and he returns my smile and handshake before refocusing on gathering his notes. <br /> "We sure did. It wasn't easy, but we did it. You have officially divorced Mr. Polk and are once again a free woman. If there is...Oh yes, umm, Ms. Layne, tomorrow, could you stop by my office around 3 pm. A few days ago, I was contacted over a separate matter that I need to discuss with you," Mr.Hedge says as if he just remembered the separate thing we needed to discuss. <br /> He packs up the few documents left on the table, and my brain panics as I try to piece together what he could be talking about.	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569,857	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":569867}'	No	2024-03-18 15:10	active	276	780638650142601	Master the LIVE Launch Method & Get More Clients	What does it take to run a Live Launch® that converts?<br /> <br /> Two words: HUMAN CONNECTION. <br /> <br /> If you can establish trust and belief in an INCREDIBLY skeptical market…<br /> <br /> You’ll be able to enroll premium clients like clockwork. <br /> <br /> The good news is, I can show you EXACTLY how to do it LIVE and for FREE….<br /> <br /> <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fkellyroachcoaching.com%2Fapril-live-launch-experts&h=AT25Y-k_KDTou6IFo9DhH39yyGZ1-sN7g8k5_2cjebE4QuRBGpiq406UCI01Gtch8u6gwTnGcPFMxrIxe6ROkGkbHVznmZIgYq2MRKMiKC7b40iqQsuTfTgG2eFaLErBV28llgtjsw7HrQXonP0ha83Z1jz64af9O3fgl62kgwY" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://kellyroachcoaching.com/april-live-launch-experts</a><br /> <br /> During this LIVE event, you’ll learn:<br /> <br /> ✅What's working NOW (and why your live events aren’t converting like they used to)<br /> <br /> ✅Effective pre-launch nurture strategies to win your launch before it even starts.<br /> <br /> ✅How to optimize your launch content and positioning to make your offer a no-brainer<br /> <br /> ✅Advanced systems for scale so you can automate, simplify and increase productivity as your business grows<br /> <br /> ✅The exact roadmap to 7+ figures, while eliminating hours of work by building your launch dream team<br /> <br /> And so much more. <br /> <br /> The LIVE Launch method helped me become the only female founder in the online space who built an 8-figure company with no debt, no investors, and no outside funding.<br /> <br /> And it has already helped over 76+ service providers scale past $1M – and a handful scale to 8+ figures. <br /> <br /> In other words? <br /> <br /> It WORKS. <br /> <br /> Regardless of industry, economy, or your preferred social media platform. <br /> <br /> So if you're a coach, consultant, agency owner or practitioner and you’re tired of inconsistent revenue months…<br /> <br /> And you want to learn how to create live launches that attract, engage, and convert more prospects into high-paying clients…<br /> <br /> Tap the link below and secure your seat to the LIVE training<br /> <br /> <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fkellyroachcoaching.com%2Fapril-live-launch-experts&h=AT1pzTQvrB0gtYLBPkgFa_pL1ev3epZju9EDmvNRHadx5wQspWE_jtENiF8ZAQ5Gx3KcZPftRfsEI8ZrOhmjUH1qifNsYcTWjXzHLmJWLKPrhtNgRKpm_eyY1v4IO8LGmgz1XhV_umxC_V-0aHZVsso_d6CqDjuyGcIu5iguoBg" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://kellyroachcoaching.com/april-live-launch-experts</a><br /> <br /> - Kelly <br /> <br /> P.S. There will be recordings available if you miss a day or two – get registered now and get them sent directly to your inbox!	LEARN_MORE	https://kellyroachcoaching.com/april-live-launch-e	101792586054033	The Business Advisory	https://facebook.com/thebusinessadvisory	6,972	8	1,510,476,239,861,085	2024-03-15 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	1	Learn more	The Business Advisory	6564019441259	kellyroachcoaching.com		NONE	image	Learn how to run PROFITABLE Live Launches® in 2024. Get registered now.	https://kellyroachcoaching.com/april-live-launch-experts		2024-03-12 00:27	https://scontent-atl3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/431752658_1142607586898478_5328241231623737234_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=MqINZBPYdWsAX_ARaiA&_nc_ht=scontent-atl3-2.xx&oh=00_AfB6rZbzpsnba8cpmrTetM1zwg4yfamgnfaQAVEkaUuqew&oe=65FC94F5	person_profile	The Business Advisory \| CEO Coaching + Masterminding	https://scontent-atl3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/431758514_434018395729802_4517317014583059256_n.jpg?_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=HP2_P4dqLgMAX_aH64X&_nc_ht=scontent-atl3-2.xx&oh=00_AfAK-TShkAebeiU94CnaVLhtik2RVYSCpz_0sKTZlbqdRA&oe=65FE73D4	3	The Business Advisory	2024-03-12 02:00	View Edit Delete
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569,273	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":569274}'	Yes	2024-03-18 15:10	active	276	1461481288017363	Join the adventure...	FIRST CONTACT HAPPENED NOTHING like humans expected. No giant ships came down and blew up the White House, no spindly limbed creatures slinked through cornfields, no massive ships crash landed in the desert. Destroying the Eiffel Tower was expected, but it was human hubris that aliens would target Earth. Instead, the blue planet and its residents were just bystanders in the wrong place during an intergalactic war. A desperate jump to lightspeed by one ship in an attempt to allude their pursuers went wrong, the tech having forgotten to input coordinates in their panic. Since they hadn’t been provided, the ship’s navigation system randomly generated a destination. Not willing to give up the chase, the second ship entered the jump in their wake. In essence, a crewmember’s panic in concert with a random number generator dropped the two ships firing at each other out of hyperspace just shy of Earth orbit. One of them ran through the Russian space station, obliterating it on impact. Cora was in the main lab of the joint U.N. station, Shangris, bored out of her mind watching blobs float around a petri dish through the eyepieces of a microscope. She’d been waiting on delivery of another petri dish swimming with similar blobs of a different color when the alarm sounded. A calm voice echoed through the halls. “Evacuation protocols initiated. Please make your way to your designated emergency shuttle.” The blaring sirens became intermittent chirps and the station lights pulsed red. All while the voice continued urging everyone to evacuate. Cora finished her notes on the single-celled organisms' behavior and gathered her things. She took time to grab a box of binder clips, which for some reason were scarce aboard the station and she wasn't about to have anyone walking off with hers during another drill. In the doorway, she heard the first pings against the hull. Before she cleared the door the intermittent tinkling became an insistent drumbeat. She reversed course, skirting her work table in the fastest route to the large window at the back of the lab. Her mouth fell open. The box of binder clips fell from numb fingers and scattered across the floor like Jacks. Two giant ships shot at each other, the light from their guns streaking across the black background of space so bright she had to squint. One was sleek, like the body of a fish whose fins pulsed as they shot out laser fire. The other was rough, with sharp angled faces and bristling cannon barrels dotting it like porcupine quills. She stood transfixed until a large piece of metal bounced off the station with a screech. 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She flattened against the wall to let them pass. She was more grateful now than she ever was that they had the largest contingent of marines aboard any of the stations. They were decked out in tactical gear and ready for a fight, but it didn't make her feel safer. They were sure to be outmatched by whatever weapons the aliens carried. She entered the hangar bay in time to see the last of the shuttles leave. “Fck.” Like all the crew, they gave her basic weapons training before her tour began. She thought it was ridiculous. The only threat was from Bob in accounting who had a tendency to get too handsy when drunk. She certainly didn't think a bullet was the appropriate resolution for that problem, no matter how much she wished it were. Not to mention the marines stationed on board. She kicked herself for not paying more attention. No help for it now. Cora made her way to the locker next to the hangar door and pulled out a rifle. 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She was almost to the command center when a hole in the hull opened in front of her. She turned back but not quick enough. Her feet shot out from under her and she landed hard on her knees. She hurtled toward the rift, scrabbling for purchase on the slick floor. A loud siren blared and she looked over her shoulder to gauge the distance to the next breach door. She curled into a tight ball as the emergency protocols kicked in and the door slammed down inches away. Her hands stung from being dragged along the deck and her knee twisted, but she hauled herself up and made her way back to her only remaining option—the lab. Seven women who huddled in the center of the room looked up with wide, frightened eyes. “What’s happening? Where did those ships come from?” The tall woman’s voice shook. It was clear she was struggling to stay calm. “I don’t know, but looks like we finally have proof that alien life exists.” Two of them shook their heads at Cora, denying the evidence outside the window. “The shuttles are gone.” A pretty blonde said. Someone in the back started weeping. “I know.” Cora made her way to a stool and fell onto the seat. Her knee throbbed in protest, but she ignored it. “We’re also cut off from the command center. A hull breach in section four triggered the emergency door.” “We’re going to die.” The tall woman whispered. Cora knew she had to shut that shit down before her panic infected the others. “No. We’re not. The marines are still here, so there’s still a transport somewhere. They designed this lab to contain dangerous biologicals and chemicals, which means it’s reinforced, has its own life support and electrical systems, and can be locked down. We’ll shelter here, and wait for rescue.” “What if it doesn’t come?” Cora recognized the brunette standing at the window. They’d never formally met, but she was the lead botanical researcher and seemed smart and competent. She never sent samples to be analyzed without proper documentation. “They’ll come.” “They’d better come fast,” said a woman whose hair had escaped from her ponytail and curled wild around her face. From the cast-off body armor and the rifle on the floor, Cora pegged the woman as a marine. She didn't ask why she wasn't defending the station with the others. The answer was lying on the floor. She kneeled over Emily—a cute, perky woman with light brown hair, sparkling hazel eyes, and a personality that could make a goth emo turn kawaii. Everyone on the station knew Emily. She was a constant ray of sunshine, which you'd think would antagonize just about everyone, but she gave you no choice but to love her. She’d been reduced to more of a “cloudy with no chance of sun.” Blood matted the right side of her head, seeping through a makeshift bandage. The marine was channeling all her weight down her arms and into her hands which were holding the right side of her torso together. She had a tourniquet just above her right knee. The bottom of the leg looked like what you pull out of a paper shredder after it’s jammed. Lines of blood on her shirt radiated across her belly and chest, snaking out from her side like lightning. A pool of blood crept ever larger underneath her. To say she was in trouble was ridiculous. Why she hadn’t died already was a mystery. Not a minute later the sound of gunfire echoed down the hall. Two women screamed. Cora shushed them. The brunette had moved to stand next to her, and Cora heard her whisper in wonder, “They’re using live ammunition.” Cora didn't know live ammunition was on the station. They only ever used non-lethal projectiles, bullets with rubber tips so they wouldn't puncture the hull or beanbag rounds. If the threat was enough for the marines to use real bullets, it was bad. The marine looking after Emily asked, “Does anyone else have medical training?” No one nodded. She turned to Cora. “I should be out there helping.” “You are helping.” She waved at the prone figure on the floor. “Besides, we need you more than the rest of your unit. None of us have any more military training than what they gave us during orientation.” She was confident it was the truth. This was a scientific station and aside from the marines and engineers, the crew were scientists. A group of six marines came into sight, backing down the hallway, loaded down with even more tactical armor than the others she passed and firing at an unseen enemy. Lasers sizzled where they hit their bodies, going through their armor like paper. The men screamed as they fell. Cora’s knee twinged as she jumped up and craned her neck down the hallway, pressing her cheek against the wall to keep from exposing herself. She couldn't see their attackers, but she heard them. Under the sizzle of burning flesh, there was a sound like someone dragging a wet rope mop down the hall. As the ominous sloshing grew closer more marines fell, their screams cut off in eerie silence. Cora slammed her hand against a red button on the wall. A thick glass door slid out and sealed the lab. Internal air handlers kicked on along with quick cycle filters designed to remove any particulates. The other women backed further away from the door. Some of them screamed again. The sound was deafening in the soundproof room. Cora shushed them again, angrier this time. They could hear nothing from outside. Only the women's hard breathing and frightened shuffling scored the silent movie playing on the other side of the door. They watched as three of the tentacled aliens slid past, saw the returning gunfire trickle and then stop. One of the screamers was at it again when the aliens' attention turned to them. Their thin arms pounded on the door, testing it. One shot their weapon at it, but the door held. They began feeling the edge, looking for a way to open it. Cora braced herself against a support beam and shouldered her rifle. She took a deep breath and focused on the nearest target. ~~ KIRAN DIDN'T THINK this small station was worth time better spent getting control of the Scozid ship, but they had involved an unknown race in an inter-galactic war. Even if they weren't the ones to initiate the jump to this far-flung corner of space, they would clean up the Scozid mess. As always. “This vessel won’t hold.” Kiran nodded at Turo, the lone Trelxak on his team. The cyborg’s analysis of the structure’s stability was a bit obvious. On approach they saw damage to almost all sectors of the station. “We’ll sweep for survivors. Take out any Scozid along the way.” They made their way through an airlock already hissing from small punctures. “Turo, how much time do we have?” “Not long. Maybe five minutes.” “Right. Let’s be quick about this then.” They moved with efficiency through what was left of the station. Most of the rooms were sealed with blast doors. Kiran's helmet crackled with updates from the Talia. The Scozid were still fighting, but their tactics were becoming desperate. They knew the larger warship was gaining the advantage. As they cleared the station, a large piece of shrapnel flew through the hull and embedded itself in Turo's thigh. Alarms blared at the breach. They made it past a blast door just as it slammed down. “I’m glad we don’t have to go back that way.” Kiran snorted at Rozal’s sarcasm. He wasn’t worried. They’d find another way. Craix chuckled as he looked at Turo’s wound. “It hit nothing important. You’ll be fine.” Turo nodded. “I could have told you that.” “Well your reflexes weren’t fast enough to get out of the way, so I thought maybe your circuits were broken.” Turo shoved his teammate into the wall. Showing emotion was rare for him, but Craix always got under his skin. “Cut it out.” Kiran’s command sobered them. They were nearing the end of their sweep when the station shuddered. A support beam above Craix gave way and fell. He got a hand up and caught it, but the sharp tip sliced open his palm. Turo leaned over and looked at the gash after Craix threw the beam aside. He deadpanned, “You’ll be fine. It hit nothing important.” Craix growled, but let it go. Brak, Kiran's second in command, tapped his arm and then the side of his helmet. Kiran turned the main com feed off and stopped to listen. Weapons fire. The five warriors jogged toward the sound, slowing as they reached a corner. Kiran told Turo to take point. His cybernetics would allow him to get a complete picture of whatever was around the bend in a fraction of a second, his movement too quick for the others to see. “There are half a dozen bodies stacked in the hallway.” He grimaced. “Looks like the Scozid 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘯𝘶𝘨𝘦 went right through their primitive armor. They didn’t stand a chance. There are six Scozid. Three are examining a door, the rest appear to be watching the rear. All are armed.” “All right.” Kiran said. “Check your gear. It’s time to pop some squid.” ~~ CORA KNEW HER rifle would be no more effective than those of the dead marines. She didn't even have live ammunition, but it made her feel better to keep it trained on the aliens still trying to get inside. The one centered in her scope exploded in a shower of fluid. Someone behind her screamed and she would have rolled her eyes if they weren’t riveted on the door. The other aliens backed away, raising and firing their weapons. She couldn't see who was shooting. Whoever they were, they were a lot more effective than the marines. The two she could see popped like water balloons and what was left fell out of view. For several seconds all the women saw was red, oblong disks of weapon fire. “Who’s firing, and what the !?# were those things?” The brunette kept her voice low. “I have no idea.” Cora matched her tone, knowing if the others overheard them it might raise the panic levels in the room. “The juicy aliens made mincemeat of the first marines. Maybe special forces?” A man came into view. Larger than any marine she'd seen before and covered head to toe in black tactical armor, he fired a rifle down the hall. When the opposing alien's weapons found their target his armor split and smoked, but still he advanced. Cora ran to press her cheek on the wall and get a better look. Two crouched men and three standing fired without flinching despite being hit over and over by the alien lasers. The nearest man dripped blood from a gash in his thigh. The one standing in the middle had blood dripping from his glove. She shuffled to the other side of the door to see the retreating aliens. All she saw in her limited field of view was a thick puddle of goo on the floor. The weapons fire died out, and the crouching men stood. One disappeared down the hall before returning, nodding at the others. All five of them turned to look inside the lab, the faceless visors in their black helmets reflecting the frightened faces of the women. One soldier stepped forward and put his hand on the door. Someone behind her screamed. “Oh for star’s sake, shut up!” Cora nodded her thanks at the brunette, glad she didn’t have to say it. The man knocked on the door and she backed up, leveling her rifle at him. “Who are you?” She enunciated every word so he could read her lips through the door. He laid his weapon on the floor and held his hands out. She pantomimed taking a helmet off. “Identify yourself.” He turned back to the rest of the squad. Their helmets bobbed and shook accompanied by big hand gestures making it obvious they argued. One held up his hand and the rest went still. He stepped up to the door and slowly removed his helmet. Cora stared into bright green eyes. His skin was blue. He had a square jaw, a straight nose, and the look of someone who knew how to win a fight. Cora checked the instinct to back up another step. He tapped on the door and then motioned to open it. She shook her head. “Oh, hell no.” His lips moved and he again motioned to open the door. Cora enunciated, “No.” His lips thinned and his eyebrows slashed down. He pointed to the weapon on the floor and held his hands palm up. She nodded at him. “Yeah, I get it. You come in peace. I’m still not opening the door.” A woman who had been silent separated from the group. “Shouldn’t we let them in? They saved us!” Cora snapped her head around and looked at her. “You’re kidding, right? We don’t know who these aliens are. They could be just as bad as the squid things. They could be worse! We’re not opening that door until someone human is on the other side of it.” While she stared down the other woman, the one who'd been weeping darted past them both and smacked the release button before Cora could stop her. The door whooshed open and the acrid smell of burned flesh, plastic, and unidentifiable things flooded the room. Cora's eyes stung and tears streamed down her face but she kept her gun trained on what she assumed was the blue alien in front of her. It was hard to tell with the flood of tears in her eyes. She blinked, frustrated at her blurred vision. She never experienced tear gas, but imagined this was what it felt like. Through the haze, she watched a frown cloud his face, turning him from intimidating to downright terrifying in an instant. She snugged the butt of her rifle into her shoulder. She might not be able to see, but she could shoot in their general direction. He let out a string of foreign words accented with clicks and growls. Another opened a pocket on the thigh of his pants and pulled out thin metal cylinders. The alien in front of her grabbed one and bent it in half with a snap before shaking it like a glow stick. He twisted it open to reveal a small, thin sheet. He shook out the cloth, pantomimed wiping his eyes and then held it out to her. After a few beats, she lowered her rifle and snatched it. She cut her eyes at him as she brought it to her face. It smelled of clean air and she took a chance, rubbing one eye. It was cool and her eye cleared. She wiped her other eye and saw the other alien handing out similar cloths to all the women. “Thank you.” She croaked before clearing her throat. He nodded in acknowledgment. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦? He stepped back and waved down the hall, pointing the direction he wanted them to go. Several women dashed out and ran. Cora kept her finger on the trigger while her alien spoke in that guttural language. One of the other soldiers peeled off and followed them. The brunette botanist stepped up next to her again. “I don’t think we have much choice. The station is falling apart and if that group is any indication, there aren’t any marines left. We have to go with them.” Cora gave her a hard look but sighed in resignation. “I guess you’re right. But I’m keeping the gun.” She smiled. “Please do.” The botanist stepped out and made her way down the hall, followed by the rest of the women. They picked their way around what remained of the squid-like aliens, trying hard to ignore the pile of dead soldiers. Two of the remaining aliens peeled off and walked behind, weapons pointed at the floor. Cora watched them go from inside the lab, staring at the alien in front of her. He backed up, angling his body to give the last alien room to get inside. That one bent to Emily, clicked a rapid string of words as he pulled things out of a pack. He sprayed a foam substance on her, covering her wounds. It crackled as it hardened. Then he slid his hands underneath her, careful not to injure her further as he picked her up. He nodded to the marine and she stood, following him out. The last alien stood like they had all the time in the world, waiting for her. Cora sighed again and limped out. She didn’t like it, but she’d complain when they got off the station. They'd almost reached the hanger when a loud snap echoed through the hallway, heralding a concussive blast. She threw her hands over her ears and fell to her already abused knees. The station shuddered, metal screaming as it twisted. She was thrown into the hull with a crunch she suspected was her arm breaking. *!/$# 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. The solid body of the alien wrapped around her as they slammed against the interior until she lost consciousness. 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569,582	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":569867}'	No	2024-03-18 15:10	active	276	7440080316035458	Master the LIVE Launch Method & Get More Clients	What does it take to run a Live Launch® that converts?<br /> <br /> Two words: HUMAN CONNECTION. <br /> <br /> If you can establish trust and belief in an INCREDIBLY skeptical market…<br /> <br /> You’ll be able to enroll premium clients like clockwork. <br /> <br /> The good news is, I can show you EXACTLY how to do it LIVE and for FREE….<br /> <br /> <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fkellyroachcoaching.com%2Fapril-live-launch-experts&h=AT1L-8YC1DSd8lrd8HxjCieGBmDQggFNUM2qZt4UbyP0SrWy4xluNg1EHNjku0YuA3OCq2iB49fM8uj52DrBZSE5UhfIHWTR6cwKbokwU2IrSaa1N8vuxnCNcPorTsT0vrqqQhLgbwv9diVXPTmF3x8dJc0GvSyArNS0p1U0YGQ" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://kellyroachcoaching.com/april-live-launch-experts</a><br /> <br /> During this LIVE event, you’ll learn:<br /> <br /> ✅What's working NOW (and why your live events aren’t converting like they used to)<br /> <br /> ✅Effective pre-launch nurture strategies to win your launch before it even starts.<br /> <br /> ✅How to optimize your launch content and positioning to make your offer a no-brainer<br /> <br /> ✅Advanced systems for scale so you can automate, simplify and increase productivity as your business grows<br /> <br /> ✅The exact roadmap to 7+ figures, while eliminating hours of work by building your launch dream team<br /> <br /> And so much more. <br /> <br /> The LIVE Launch method helped me become the only female founder in the online space who built an 8-figure company with no debt, no investors, and no outside funding.<br /> <br /> And it has already helped over 76+ service providers scale past $1M – and a handful scale to 8+ figures. <br /> <br /> In other words? <br /> <br /> It WORKS. <br /> <br /> Regardless of industry, economy, or your preferred social media platform. <br /> <br /> So if you're a coach, consultant, agency owner or practitioner and you’re tired of inconsistent revenue months…<br /> <br /> And you want to learn how to create live launches that attract, engage, and convert more prospects into high-paying clients…<br /> <br /> Tap the link below and secure your seat to the LIVE training<br /> <br /> <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fkellyroachcoaching.com%2Fapril-live-launch-experts&h=AT139V4n2vgi3b8PKx9AQFv25Qcm29Dprrd2xaqz0LvXFff6_3-DGNY_EP2WXFvekEZo9ae04RzWznMULGlclPTcR2-Tb9vtJYHLA_TLUk5OZrBvDRUEnvFC6ME5T9dEPQPeik2K261vaE8sLXqpfB0DWn2WgzeqqT0USCCuIFs" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://kellyroachcoaching.com/april-live-launch-experts</a><br /> <br /> - Kelly <br /> <br /> P.S. There will be recordings available if you miss a day or two – get registered now and get them sent directly to your inbox!	LEARN_MORE	https://kellyroachcoaching.com/april-live-launch-e	101792586054033	The Business Advisory	https://facebook.com/thebusinessadvisory	6,972	8	1,124,034,792,276,344	2024-03-15 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	1	Learn more	The Business Advisory	6563970506459	kellyroachcoaching.com		NONE	image	Learn how to run PROFITABLE Live Launches® in 2024. Get registered now.	https://kellyroachcoaching.com/april-live-launch-experts		2024-03-11 18:19	https://scontent-mia3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/431052014_1134889721025192_6151123873841354311_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=1tGwWE5yHgUAX_FSac2&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-2.xx&oh=00_AfD_ylh6Do6I_wXV5wcKJVyMZmQ8ilvH5uS7TOhn5rNC9g&oe=65FCD1AB	person_profile	The Business Advisory \| CEO Coaching + Masterminding	https://scontent-mia3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/431175287_935473838234692_2171592437644869720_n.jpg?_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=zLqkCvzZoEEAX-8nH2q&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-1.xx&oh=00_AfBQAxkoAu2-kjPCdu43nY34XCbss-2ghOkHgSLEN0xnCg&oe=65FD28A5	3	The Business Advisory	2024-03-11 02:00	View Edit Delete
568,992	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":568962}'	No	2024-03-18 15:10	active	276	2186491881743021		Keep pushing forward, even when those closest to you might not see the grand vision of your business just yet. <br /> <br /> That "lil business" is your passion, your dream, and your hard work coming to life. Stay the course.	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/coachkellyj	410407965799594	Coach Kelly J	https://facebook.com/CoachKellyJefferson	31,375	1	405,275,002,122,203	2024-03-17 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	1	Visit Instagram profile	Coach Kelly J	120206273331720232	instagram.com		NONE	image		http://instagram.com/coachkellyj		2024-03-17 11:21	https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/432748770_789054776424092_7581232062624698860_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=PXjWQRmuvm0AX_m2Q_6&_nc_ht=scontent-atl3-1.xx&oh=00_AfDVSneID4GtYx3g2kV6Ijmpgd25q3l5KRCNEi72lH-Fdw&oe=65FD2760	person_profile	Kelly Jefferson, PhD	https://scontent-atl3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/433104703_402320289069937_1692874154753333169_n.jpg?_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=R1-dXERBeTMAX8ahgFX&_nc_ht=scontent-atl3-2.xx&oh=00_AfDglK-hmBRTRYEpSCv24OfQqO1p5Nj6aKcpzPmjZw04xw&oe=65FE1569	3	Coach Kelly J	2024-03-17 02:00	View Edit Delete
569,222	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":568787}'	No	2024-03-18 15:10	active	276	1483148185573386	Free worldwide shipping	Shop Your Vibe 💕kellyobi.com 25% off sitewide: code Spring25 Free worldwide shipping	SHOP_NOW	https://kellyobi.com/products/cola-sunglasses?utm_	116791414665998	Kelly Obi New York	https://facebook.com/KellyObiNewYork	6,832	0	0	2024-03-17 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	1	Shop Now	Kelly Obi New York	120207076000480606	kellyobi.com	32862	NONE	dpa	Shop the Vibe	https://kellyobi.com/products/cola-sunglasses?utm_content=Facebook_UA&utm_source=facebook&variant=44180598915370		2024-03-17 06:37	https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/431989124_405270602101148_708493990609041019_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=a_rblwbw8d8AX-xJL0K&_nc_ht=scontent-atl3-1.xx&oh=00_AfCuKe0HpQPjAxBAKHm7gP6Qv2kHHrk2yo6_pyLJLixkSw&oe=65FD1EBD	person_profile	Kelly Obi New York	https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/431959042_399075246157724_5170536077971883827_n.jpg?_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=eAyEslgIGLwAX-pVClJ&_nc_oc=AdjuMtaDWB5aqexSG0BYFc7WnSzbUxue1Yvr8zVS6KoQT_hCHxFJPShbbTlgWoq1cYBFqApqMidc3Vv1UjzRN1tw&_nc_ht=scontent-atl3-1.xx&oh=00_AfAP_efi1T36LVZvd0KSbjSWIaHaVy7atkKn6EXbZzH12w&oe=65FE8219	3	Kelly Obi New York	2024-03-17 02:00	View Edit Delete
570,537	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-03-18 15:10	active	276	379917038302313	Mother-in-Law Accuses Woman of "Baby Trapping", Wife Uncovers a Dark Secret	Mother-in-law's shocking accusation backfires when wife digs up some skeletons.	LEARN_MORE	https://cooking4all.com/baby-trapping-accusation-u	113376660389354	The Dancing Cucumber Culinary	https://facebook.com/100063517725084	186	1	1,602,623,433,895,850	2024-03-17 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	1	Learn more	The Dancing Cucumber Culinary	120207102511660089	cooking4all.com		NONE	image	Navigating family dynamics can be tricky, especially relationships with in-laws. Tensions often arise between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law because of issues to do with fear, jealousy, insecurity, and boundaries. When Helena married Marco, she knew her relationship with her mother-in-law Carme...	https://cooking4all.com/baby-trapping-accusation-ua/		2024-03-17 10:27	https://scontent-mia3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/431473213_1649120815917047_3533882448354516310_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=oDPOuVR1pc0AX9JHmZ9&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-2.xx&oh=00_AfCHtseArubfFcfQI1Fgm3iG8yV_sbg06FiNXLwytNVWDQ&oe=65FCD804	person_profile	The Dancing Cucumber Culinary	https://scontent-mia3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/431549714_3448602352028899_8324988434837956681_n.jpg?_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=eV5kkMnCub0AX8kzpyV&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-2.xx&oh=00_AfBTgdhaNbQ6dtxukJOoe9JOCh8y71pOohtzdtin3F08tA&oe=65FD9D31	3	The Dancing Cucumber Culinary	2024-03-17 02:00	View Edit Delete

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