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No 2024-11-23 15:12 active 1910 0 ๐Ÿ”žAttention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐Ÿ‘‰ It was 1 AM when I woke up from a bad dream. I was all alone. Whereโ€™d Jared run off to? I propped up my slightly round belly and headed downstairs to find him. Just as I approached the hallway, a womanโ€™s sweet voice became clearer. It was Sofia, my husbandโ€™s so-called best friend. โ€œWhat were you thinking when you got married to such a tough woman like Arielle? How could she make you pick her up late from work? You should be resting after a stressful day instead of being her driver!โ€ โ€œI did it willingly for my wife,โ€ I heard Jaredโ€™s steady, deep voice. โ€œYou changed, Jared. This isnโ€™t you. What has your wife done to you?โ€ โ€œHuh? You failed your marriage, now judge mine?โ€ โ€œStop it Jared, you know it, you know I divorced my husband because of you!โ€ Sofiaโ€™s shrill voice cried out. My eyes widened. What the hell? โ€œShut up! Donโ€™t drag me into your divorce!โ€ Jared snapped, his voice laced with fury but it didnโ€™t ease the weight in my chest. I had ever seen him act so emotionalโ€ฆ A sob escape Sofiaโ€™s throat. She moved into Jaredโ€™s arms, crying, as she held on to him tightly. Then I saw Jared wrap his arms around her. Angry, and totally disgusted, I hurried back upstairs and began to pack my things. I needed to leave. I have had just enough of their excesses! I was about to leave after the packing, but just at the entrance, Sofia stood there, obviously waiting for me. There was a smirk on her face. โ€œI have no strength for this, Sofia. Move,โ€ I said coldly. โ€œAnd if I donโ€™t? You think you can try to kill me and go Scott Free?โ€ She asked, hands akimbo. โ€œStop pretending. Go beg Jared for attention if you want his pity.โ€ โ€œYou still donโ€™t see the truth, do you?โ€ She stepped aside with a laugh. I walked past, but she called out, โ€œWho do you think Jared would save first?โ€ What? Before I could respond, I felt a hard shove. I tumbled down the stairs, pain shooting through my body. Sofia screamed beside me, pretending weโ€™d both fallen. God, sheโ€™s so despicable! As I lay there, gasping for air, Jared rushed in. I couldnโ€™t speak, but my eyes begged him. Please, help me. Help our baby! He knelt by me, but thenโ€”he turned to Sofia. And just before everything went black, I saw him pick her up over me. LEARN_MORE https://nvwibcnshop.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14 Random Reading https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/ 320 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 nvwibcnshop.com DCO https://nvwibcnshop.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14537&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461689980_8316860918363503_5351120767127653745_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=1O843SbKPhgQ7kNvgFeuIdn&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A8lG92t8KhX6PmbZ36TsDH4&oh=00_AYBvKI_De_l5JY87KI4Kfh3sT4R3Dfd5Sxp55TY_i_wUqA&oe=67481459 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Random Reading 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-11-23 15:12 active 1910 0 Read more FREE chapters๐Ÿ‘‰ Madeline felt nauseous, feeling like she needed to purge immediately. She crouched down to clutch the bin and gagged, but nothing came up. Trevon watched, his brow furrowed in disbelief. Why did her sickness stir something in him? Was it a mere coincidence? Seeing her ashen face, it was clear she was unwell. Trevor gave Madeline a questioning look. "Are you sick? When did it start? What's wrong?" Madeline felt the urge to throw up but could not, which only intensified her discomfort. Clinging to the trash can seemed like the only thing she could do. At the sound of his question, her fingers tensed uncontrollably. She forced a casual response. "Maybe it's just a cold. No big deal." "Answer me!" His voice turned sharp, sending a jolt through Madeline, and she murmured almost without thinking. "This afternoon, when you wereโ€ฆ I'm just feeling a bit of chest tightness, weak limbs, and a touch of nausea. Typical cold symptoms." She did not bring up the hospital visit, quickly labeling it a cold to avoid any wild guesses. The timing and the symptoms lined up perfectly. 'So, it's because we caught a cold at the same time?' Trevon wondered. Madeline finally let go of her resistance. She deliberately avoided the divorce papers on the table and fetched the sour orange she had bought earlier from the fridge. Her mouth was unbearably uncomfortable, and she craved the relief of something sour. After all, she would need some strength in her hand to sign those papers. The moment she took out the sour orange, its tangy scent filled the room. Catching a glimpse of Trevon standing to the side, watching her with a frown, she hesitated before offering, "Want one?" Trevon looked away, clearly uninterested. Madeline chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry, it slipped my mind. You're not into sour stuff." However, as she sliced into the vibrant sour orange and its juicy interior burst with a potent tangy aroma, Trevon seemed unable to look away. Madeline was about to take a bite when she noticed Trevon approaching. His towering presence felt like a wall closing in, making the kitchen feel smaller by the second. Instinctively, Madeline stepped back. "If you don't like it, then I'll just..." LEARN_MORE https://beokn.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=14193&ut Random Reading https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/ 320 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 beokn.com DCO https://beokn.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=14193&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/459755593_1105701324734040_9078936164206274743_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=STptvhqlbfEQ7kNvgHpsb8p&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Ahlm0DIrIqs4rpvahhKiqCh&oh=00_AYANHbFy5-k1B8BK8V4Yn-FYyJ7iP6SReksqFEHDSx-D2A&oe=67482E9D PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Random Reading 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-11-23 15:12 active 1910 0 ๊ณ„์† ์ฝ๊ธฐ๐Ÿ‘‰ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” CEO์˜ ์• ์ธ์œผ๋กœ 3๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ ์ง€๋‚ด๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ์™€ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ์œผ๋‚˜ ๊ฑฐ์ ˆ๋‹นํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ดด๋กœ์›€์„ ๊ฒช์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋งŒ๋‚ฌ์„ ๋•Œ ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ฌด๋ฆŽ์„ ๊ฟ‡๊ณ  ์ž๋น„๋ฅผ ๊ตฌํ–ˆ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋ฌดํ‘œ์ •ํ•˜๊ฒŒ "์ž์‹ ์„ ์กด์ค‘ํ•ด์ฃผ์„ธ์š”." ==== "๋ชป ์ฐธ๊ฒ ์–ด?" ๋‚จ์ž๋Š” ์ผ์ฃผ์ผ ์ถœ์žฅ์„ ๋‹ค๋…€์˜ค๋Š” ๋™์•ˆ ์ฐธ์•˜๋˜ ์š•์ •์„ ๋ชจ๋‘ ์˜์•„ ๋ถ“๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. "์ € ๋‚ด์ผ ์„ ๋ณด๋Ÿฌ ๊ฐ€์š”." ์•ผ๋ฆฟํ•œ ํ†ต์ฆ์— ๋ชธ์„ ๋Œ๋ฆฐ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€. ์—ญ์‹œ, ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์˜ˆ์ƒ๋Œ€๋กœ ๋‚จ์ž๋Š” ์กฐ๊ธˆ๋„ ์‹ ๊ฒฝ ์“ฐ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. "์ œ ๋งˆ์Œ์— ๋“œ๋Š” ์ƒ๋Œ€๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜์˜ค๋ฉด ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋™์˜ํ•˜๋ ค๊ณ ์š”." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ์ž…๊ฐ€์— ์“ธ์“ธํ•œ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๊ฐ€ ๋ฒˆ์กŒ๋‹ค. "๊ฒฐํ˜ผํ•  ์ƒ๊ฐ์ด๋ž€ ๋ง์ด์•ผ?" ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€ ์–ผ์–ด๋ถ™์€ ๋“ฏ ์†์„ ์›€์ง์ด์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๊ณ  ์–ด๋‘์šด ๋ˆˆ๋™์ž๊ฐ€ ์ž์‹ ์˜ ํ’ˆ์— ๊ฐ‡ํžŒ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋šซ์–ด์ง€๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๋ ค๋‹ค๋ดค๋‹ค. ๊นŠ์ด๋ฅผ ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ๊ทธ ๋ˆˆ๋™์ž์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‹น์žฅ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ง๋ ค๋“ค์–ด ๊ฐˆ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋จผ์ € ์‹œ์„ ์„ ํ”ผํ•œ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์šฐ๋ฌผ์ญˆ๋ฌผ ์ž…์„ ์—ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. "์ € ์ด์ œ 27์ด์—์š”. ๋งˆ๋ƒฅ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆด ์ˆ˜๋ฐ–์— ์—†์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ์š”..." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ์ž…๊ฐ€์— ๋ฒˆ์ง„ ๋ƒ‰์†Œ๋ฅผ ๋ฏธ์ฒ˜ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚จ์ž๋Š” ์นจ๋Œ€ ๊ฐ€์žฅ์ž๋ฆฌ์— ๊ฑธํ„ฐ์•‰์•„ ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ์— ๋ถˆ์„ ๋ถ™์˜€๋‹ค. ๊ฒ€์€์ƒ‰ ์ •์žฅ ๋ฐ”์ง€๋Š” ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ํ ์žก์„ ๋ฐ ์—†์ด ์ž˜ ๋‹ค๋ ค์ ธ ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ , ๊ฒ€์€์ƒ‰ ์…”์ธ ๋Š” ๋‹จ์ถ” 3๊ฐœ๊ฐ€ ํ’€๋ ค์ ธ ์žˆ์–ด ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ์„น์‹œํ•˜๊ณ ๋„ ๋งคํ˜น์ ์ธ ๋งค๋ ฅ์„ ๊ทน๋Œ€ํ™”ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ์†๋์— ์œ„ํ—˜ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งค๋‹ฌ๋ ค ์žˆ๋Š” ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฌด์‹ฌ์ฝ” ์ณ๋‹ค๋ณธ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ์†๊ฐ€๋ฝ์— ๋ผ์›Œ์ ธ ์žˆ๋Š” ์•ฝํ˜ผ๋ฐ˜์ง€์— ์‹œ์„ ์„ ๊ณ ์ •ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋Š” ์˜ค๋Š˜๋”ฐ๋ผ ๋”์šฑ ๋ˆˆ์ด ๋ถ€์…จ๊ณ , ์˜ค๋Š˜์˜ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๋น„์›ƒ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. 3๋…„ ์ „, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ๋น„์„œ ์‹ ๋ถ„์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ•์”จ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์— ์ž…์‚ฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์–ผ๋งˆ ํ›„, ์ƒ์‚ฌ์ธ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ๊ณผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์ถœ์žฅ์„ ๋– ๋‚˜์•ผ ํ•˜๋Š” ์ž„๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์ˆ˜ํ–‰ํ•ด์•ผ ํ–ˆ๊ณ , ๊ทธ ํ›„ ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ๋งค์šฐ ์นœ๋ฐ€ํ•ด์กŒ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋ฐ˜ํ•ญํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ์•˜๊ณ  ๋œจ๊ฑฐ์šด ๋ฐค์„ ๋ณด๋‚ธ ํ›„, ํ•œ ๊ฐ€์ง€ ์ผ์ด ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์ผ๋กœ ์ด์–ด์กŒ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ 3๋…„์ด๋ผ๋Š” ์‹œ๊ฐ„ ๋™์•ˆ ๋น„๋ฐ€์Šค๋Ÿฌ์šด ๋งŒ๋‚จ์„. ๊ฐ€์กŒ๊ณ  ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‚ฎ์—๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋น„์„œ์˜€๊ณ , ๋ฐค์—๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ฐฐ๋“œ ํŒŒํŠธ๋„ˆ์˜€๋‹ค. ๋งŒ์•ฝ ๊ทธ๋‚  ๋ฐค, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ์–ด๋ฆฌ์„์€ ์„ ํƒ๋งŒ ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ์ˆœ์ง„ ๋‚ญ๋งŒํ•˜๊ณ  ์ž์‹ ๋งŒ์˜ ๋ฐฑ๋งˆ ํƒ„ ์™•์ž๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์†Œ๋…€์˜€์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ์–ผ๋งˆ ์žˆ์ง€ ์•Š์œผ๋ฉด ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ์„ ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋  ๊ฒƒ์ด๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์ด ๊ด€๊ณ„๋ฅผ ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์ด์–ด๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ํ–‰๋ณตํ•œ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ ์ƒํ™œ์— ๋ผ์–ด๋“œ๋Š” ์ œ3์ž๊ฐ€ ๋˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์„ ๋ฟ๋”๋Ÿฌ, ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์˜ ์†๊ฐ€๋ฝ์งˆ์„ ๋ฐ›๋Š” ์ •๋ถ€๋Š” ๋”๋”์šฑ ์‹ซ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์ด์–ด๊ฐˆ ๊ด€๊ณ„๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ๊ณ  ํŒ๋‹จํ–ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ, ๊ทธ๋…€ ์†์œผ๋กœ ์ง์ ‘ ์ด ๊ด€๊ณ„๋ฅผ ๋Š์–ด ๋‚ด์•ผ๋งŒ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„๋ฌด ์“ธ๋ชจ ์—†๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋น„์ฐธํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ฒ„๋ ค์ง€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๋ณด๋‹ค ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๋จผ์ € ๋– ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋” ๋‚˜์€ ๊ฑด ์‚ฌ์‹ค์ด๋‹ˆ. ์‹œ์„ ์„ ๊ฑฐ๋‘์–ด๋“ค์ธ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ€๋ฐฉ์„ ์ฑ™๊ธฐ๊ณ  ๋ฏธ๋ฆฌ ์ค€๋น„ํ•œ ์—ฌ๋ฒŒ ์˜ท์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐˆ์•„์ž…์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ๊ณผ ๋งŒ๋‚  ๋•Œ๋งˆ๋‹ค ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์—ฌ๋ถ„์˜ ์˜ท์„ ์ค€๋น„ํ•˜๊ณค ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ€๋ฐฉ์— ์†์„ ๋ป—์€ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ์—ฌ๋ถ„์˜ ์˜ท์„ ๊บผ๋‚ด๊ธฐ๋„ ์ „์— ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์†๋ชฉ์„ ์„ธ๊ฒŒ ์›€์ผœ์žก์•˜๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ๋›ฐ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋А๊ผˆ๋‹ค. ""๋‚ด์ผ ๋งž์„  ์ทจ์†Œํ•ด."" ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์ž… ๋ฐ–์œผ๋กœ ๊บผ๋‚ธ ๊ฑด ๋ถ€ํƒ์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ๋ช…๋ น์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„๋ฌด ํž˜๋„ ๋‚จ์ง€ ์•Š์€ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์†์„ ๊ฝ‰ ๋ถ™์žก๊ณ  ์ง€๋‚œ 3๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ ํ•œ ๋ง ์ค‘ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ์šฉ๊ธฐ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ง์„ ๋‚ด๋ฑ‰์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ฒฐํ˜ผ... ์ทจ์†Œํ• ๊ฑด๊ฐ€์š”?" ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ๋งŒ ํ—ˆ๋ฝํ•œ๋‹ค๋ฉด, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ํ‰์ƒ ๊ทธ์˜ ๊ณ์— ๋จธ๋ฌผ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿด ์ˆ˜๋งŒ ์žˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ํ–‰๋ณตํ• ๊นŒ. ๋‹จ, ์ •๋ถ€์˜ ์ž๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ์šฉ๋‚ฉํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์ด ์•„์ฃผ ์ž ๊น ์–ผ์–ด๋ถ™์€ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™๋”๋‹ˆ ๋‚ฎ๊ฒŒ ์‹ค์†Œ๋ฅผ ํ„ฐ๋œจ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์›ƒ์Œ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์–ด์ฐŒ๋‚˜ ์Œ€์Œ€๋งž์•˜๋˜์ง€, ๋‘ ๋ˆˆ ๊ฐ€๋“ ์ƒˆ์–ด ๋‚˜์˜ค๋Š” ํ•œ๊ธฐ์— ๋‹น์žฅ์ด๋ผ๋„ ์˜คํ•œ์ด ๋“ค ์ •๋„์˜€๋‹ค. "์„  ๋„˜์—ˆ์–ด." ๊ณง์ด์–ด ์†์‚ญ์ด๋“ฏ์ด ๋“ค๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์— ๋ชจ๋“  ํฌ๋ง์ด ์™€์žฅ์ฐฝ ๋ถ€์„œ์กŒ๋‹ค. ๋ฌผ๋ก , ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์ž์‹ ์„ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ผ๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์„ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ๋ณด๋‹ค ์ž˜ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์œผ๋ฉด์„œ๋„ ๋ง์ด๋‹ค. ๋˜๋‹ค์‹œ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ˆˆ๊ธธ์„ ํ”ผํ•œ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์„ ๋”ฐ๋ผ ์›ƒ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ทธ ์›ƒ์Œ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋งˆ์ € ์ž์‹ ์„ ๋น„์›ƒ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์€ ๋А๋‚Œ์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๋Œ€ํ‘œ๋‹˜, ์ €๋Š” ๋‚ด์ผ ์—ฐ์ฐจ ์‚ฌ์šฉํ•  ์˜ˆ์ •์ด๋‹ˆ ์ œ๊ฐ€ ์‹ ์ฒญํ•œ ์—ฐ์ฐจ ๊ฑฐ์ ˆํ•˜์ง€ ๋งˆ์‹œ๊ธฐ ๋ฐ”๋ž๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฒ•์ ์œผ๋กœ ์ •ํ•œ ์—ฐ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์‚ฌ์šฉํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๊ฑฐ์ ˆํ•  ์ด์œ ๋„ ์—†๊ฒ ์ฃ ?" ๊ฑฐ์น ๊ฒŒ ์ผ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ง„ ๊ทธ์˜ ์ด๋ชฉ๊ตฌ๋น„๊ฐ€ ํ™”๋‚ฌ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์ฆ๋ช…ํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ๋Œ€๋กœ ๊พน ์–ต๋ˆŒ๋ €๋‹ค. ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ์ฃผ์œ„์—๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ง ํ•œ๋งˆ๋””์— ์ˆœ์‘ํ•˜๊ณ  ํŒŒํŠธ๋„ˆ๋กœ ์ง€๋‚ผ ์—ฌ์ž๋“ค์ด ๋„˜์น˜๊ณ ๋„ ๋‚จ์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ ๊ทธ์˜ ์ง€์‹œ๋ฅผ ๋”ฐ๋ฅด์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ํ•„์š” ์—†์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ํ„ฑ์„ ๋†“์•„์ฃผ๊ณ  ์š•์‹ค๋กœ ํ–ฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ž ์‹œ ํ›„, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์ƒค์›Œ๋ฅผ ๋งˆ์น˜๊ณ  ๋‚˜์˜ค์ž ๋ฐฉ์€ ์ด๋ฏธ ๊น”๋”ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์ •๋ฆฌ๋˜์–ด ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์นจ๋Œ€์—๋Š” 3๋…„ ์ „, ์ž์‹ ์ด ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์—๊ฒŒ ๊ฑด๋„จ ์€ํ–‰ ์นด๋“œ๊ฐ€ ๋†“์—ฌ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด ์นด๋“œ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์ž์‹ ์˜ ํŒŒํŠธ๋„ˆ๋กœ ์ง€๋‚ด๋Š” ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์—๊ฒŒ ์ง€์›ํ•œ ์นด๋“œ์˜€๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ง€๋‚œ 3๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์นด๋“œ์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ˆ ํ•œ ํ‘ผ๋„ ๋‹ค์น˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์ด์œ  ๋ชจ๋ฅผ ์งœ์ฆ๊ณผ ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•จ์ด ๊ฐ€์Šด ๊นŠ์ˆ™ํ•œ ๊ณณ์—์„œ ์น˜๋ฐ€์–ด ์˜ค๋ฅด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋А๊ผˆ๋‹ค. ์ œ2ํ™” ๋งž์„  ํ›„ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ž„์‹  (์ œ2๋ถ€๋ถ„) ๋‹ค์Œ ๋‚  ์•„์นจ 9์‹œ, ์นดํŽ˜. ์ด๋ฒˆ ๋งž์„ ์ด ์ฒซ ๋งž์„ ์€ ์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ์ดํ† ๋ก ์ง„์ง€ํ•œ ํƒœ๋„๋กœ ์ž„ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑด ์ฒ˜์Œ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋งž์€ํŽธ์— ์•‰์€ ๋‚จ์ž๋Š” 36์‚ด์˜ ๋‚˜์ด์— ํ‰๋ฒ”ํ•œ ์ƒ๊น€์ƒˆ์— ์ด์ œ ๋ง‰ ๊ท€๊ตญํ•˜์—ฌ ์ง€๊ธˆ์€ ๋ชจ ์ „์ž ํšŒ์‚ฌ์˜ ์ˆ˜์„ ์—”์ง€๋‹ˆ์–ด๋กœ ๊ทผ๋ฌดํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ง์—…์ƒ ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ง์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์ ๊ณ  ๋‚ด์„ฑ์ ์ธ ์„ฑ๊ฒฉ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ์ด์œ  ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ธ์ง€, ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๋งŒ๋‚˜์„œ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ์ง€๊ธˆ๊นŒ์ง€ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ๋Œ€ํ™”์˜ ์ฃผ๋„๊ถŒ์„ ์žฅ์•…ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ด๋จธ๋‹ˆ์ธ ์œ ๋ฏธ์›์˜ ์š”๊ตฌ๋Œ€๋กœ ์˜ˆ๋‹จ๊ณผ ์˜ˆ๋ฌผ์„ ๋น„๋กฏํ•ด, ์‹ ํ˜ผ ์ง‘๊ณผ ์ž๋™์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์š”๊ตฌํ–ˆ๊ณ  ๋‚จ์ž๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์š”๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ๋ชจ๋‘ ๋งŒ์กฑ์‹œ์ผœ ์ค„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋” ์ด์ƒ ๊ฑฐ์ ˆํ•  ์ด์œ ๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋งˆ์Œ์ด ๊ณตํ—ˆํ•ด์ง€๋ฉฐ ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ๋ป๊ทผํ•ด์ง€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋А๊ผˆ๋‹ค. ์•„์นจ ์ผ์ฐ ์ง‘์„ ๋‚˜์„ค ๋•Œ, ์œ ๋ฏธ์›์ด ์ž์ƒํ•˜๊ณ ๋„ ์ƒ๋ƒฅํ•œ ๋ชจ์Šต์œผ๋กœ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋ฐฐ์›…ํ•ด ์ฃผ๋˜ ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ด๋จธ๋‹ˆ๋Š” ์ด์ œ ์ดˆ๋“ฑํ•™๊ต 5ํ•™๋…„ ๋‚จ๋™์ƒ์˜ ๋“ฑ๊ต ์ค€๋น„๋ฅผ ๋„์™€์ฃผ๋ฉด์„œ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์—๊ฒŒ ๋งž์„ ์—์„œ ์ฃผ์˜ํ•ด์•ผ ํ•  ๋ง๊ณผ ๋ฐ˜๋“œ์‹œ ์ œ๊ธฐํ•ด์•ผ ํ•  ์š”๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ์ƒ๊ธฐ์‹œ์ผœ ์ฃผ๋ฉฐ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ์˜ ์ข‹์€ ์ ์— ๋Œ€ํ•˜์—ฌ ๊ฐ•์กฐํ•˜๊ณ  ๋˜ ๊ฐ•์กฐํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฌด์—‡๋ณด๋‹ค๋„ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์—๊ฒŒ ์˜ˆ๋‹จ ์˜ˆ๋ฌผ์„ ๋” ๋งŽ์ด ์š”๊ตฌํ•˜๋„๋ก ์ง€์‹œํ–ˆ๊ณ , ๋‚จ๋™์ƒ์˜ ๋Œ€ํ•™ ๋“ฑ๋ก๊ธˆ๊ณผ ์•ž์œผ๋กœ ์ž์‹ ์˜ ๋…ธํ›„์ž๊ธˆ๊นŒ์ง€ ์š”๊ตฌํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์ž”์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋Š˜์–ด๋†“์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ƒ๊ฐ์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ์ž… ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋น„์Šค๋“ฌํžˆ ์˜ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ€๋ฉฐ ์“ด์›ƒ์Œ์„ ์ง€์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ด๋จธ๋‹ˆ ์œ ๋ฏธ์›์€ 6๋ฒˆ์˜ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ์„ ๋ชจ๋‘ ์‹คํŒจํ–ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์„ ๊นŒ๋งฃ๊ฒŒ ์žŠ์–ด๋ฒ„๋ฆฐ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. 2๋…„ ์ „, ์œ ๋ฏธ์›์€ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ 10์‚ด ๋‚จ์ง“ํ•œ ๋‚จ์ž์•„์ด์˜ ์†์„ ์žก๊ณ  ๋‚˜ํƒ€๋‚˜ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ํ• ๋จธ๋‹ˆ๊ฐ€ ์œ ์ผํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋‚จ๊ฒจ๋‘” ๋‚ก์€ ์ง‘ ์•ž์—์„œ ํ†ต๊ณกํ•˜๋ฉฐ 10๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ ์—ฐ๋ฝ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์€ ๋”ธ์—๊ฒŒ ๋‚จ์ž์•„์ด๋ฅผ ํ‚ค์šฐ๋ผ๊ณ  ๊ฐ•์š”ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ€๋” ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ํ•œ๋‹ค. ๋งŒ์•ฝ, ์œ ๋ฏธ์›์ด ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์ƒ๊ฒผ๋Š”์ง€ ๊ธฐ์–ตํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ๋‹ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ์–ด๋จธ๋‹ˆ๋กœ ์ธ์ •ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„๋„ ๋ ๊นŒ? ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ํ˜„์‹ค์€ ๋Š˜ ์ƒ๊ฐ๋Œ€๋กœ ํ˜๋Ÿฌ๊ฐ€์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๊ณ  ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์šด ๋ฏธ๋ž˜๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ฐœ์น™ํ•œ ์ƒ์ƒ๊นŒ์ง€ ๋ฐ•ํƒˆํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ™ ์ˆ˜์ €๋ฅผ ๋ฌผ๊ณ  ํƒœ์–ด๋‚œ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๋‹ค์ด์•„๋ชฌ๋“œ ์ˆ˜์ €๋ฅผ ๋ฌผ๊ณ  ํƒœ์–ด๋‚œ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๊ณ์— ์„œ๊ฒ ๋‹ค๋Š” ์š•์‹ฌ๋„ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๋ง์ด๋‹ค. ์ด๋•Œ, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์ž๋ฆฌ์—์„œ ๋ฒŒ๋–ก ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜๋Š” ์ด์ •ํƒœ์˜ ์›€์ง์ž„ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์— ๋ฒˆ์ฉ ์ •์‹ ์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์ •ํƒœ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋’ค์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€๋ฅผ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ณต์†ํ•œ ์ž์„ธ๋ฅผ ์ทจํ•˜๋ฉฐ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๊นŒ์ง€ ์ˆ™์—ฌ๊ฐ€๋ฉฐ ์ธ์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋„ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ฐ• ๋Œ€ํ‘œ๋‹˜. ์šฐ์—ฐํžˆ ๋งŒ๋‚˜๋‹ˆ ๋” ๋ฐ˜๊ฐ€์šด ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค." ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋’ค์—์„œ ํ’๊ฒจ์˜ค๋Š” ์ต์ˆ™ํ•œ ํ–ฅ์ˆ˜ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋ฎ์ณค๊ณ , ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ธด์žฅํ•œ ๋“ฏ ์ƒ์ฒด๋ฅผ ๊ผฟ๊ผฟ์ด ์„ธ์› ๋‹ค. ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋“ค์ž ๋ธ”๋ž™ํ™€์ด๋ผ๋„ ์ˆจ๊ฒจ ๋†“์€ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์€ ์–ด๋‘์šด ๋ˆˆ๋™์ž๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ์ฃผ์‹œํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ  ๊ธด์žฅ๊ฐ์— ๋‹น์žฅ์ด๋ผ๋„ ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ์ž… ๋ฐ–์— ํŠ€์–ด๋‚˜์˜ฌ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์™œ ์ด ์‹œ๊ฐ„์— ์ด๊ณณ์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฑธ๊นŒ? ์นดํŽ˜์—์„œ ํŒ๋งคํ•˜๋Š” ์ปคํ”ผ๋Š” ์ž…์— ๋Œ€์ง€๋„ ์•Š์•„ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ๋งˆ์‹œ๋Š” ๋ชจ๋“  ์ปคํ”ผ๋Š” ๋‹ค ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ์ง์ ‘ ๋งŒ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. "๋„ค, ์•ˆ๋…•ํ•˜์„ธ์š”." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์—๊ฒŒ์„œ ์‹œ์„ ์„ ๊ฑฐ๋‘์–ด๋“ค์ธ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์ด์ •ํƒœ๋ฅผ ํ–ฅํ•ด ์ž‘๊ฒŒ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์ธ ๋‹ค์Œ ์นด์šดํ„ฐ๋กœ ํ–ฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์ด์ •ํƒœ๊ฐ€ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์ธ์ง€ ์ „ํ˜€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋Š” ๋ˆˆ์น˜์˜€์ง€๋งŒ, ์ด์ •ํƒœ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์ž๊ธฐ ์ธ์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›์•„์คฌ๋‹ค๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์— ๋งŒ์กฑํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ณง๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ด์ •ํƒœ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ํ•ด์™ธ์—์„œ ์œ ํ•™ ๊ธฐ๊ฐ„ ๋™์•ˆ ์ถœ๊ฐ„ํ–ˆ๋˜ ๋…ผ๋ฌธ์— ๋Œ€ํ•ด ๊ทน์ฐฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์ •ํƒœ๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ์กด๊ฒฝ์‹ฌ์€ ํ•˜๋Š˜๋กœ ์น˜์†Ÿ์„ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๊ณ , ๋“ค์œผ๋ฉด ๋“ค์„์ˆ˜๋ก ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์ˆ˜์น˜์‹ฌ์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์ด์ •ํƒœ๊ฐ€ ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ง์„ ๋“ฃ์ง€ ์•Š๊ธธ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ฉฐ ์นด์šดํ„ฐ ๋ฐฉํ–ฅ์„ ๋Œ์•„๋ณด์ž ๋‹คํ–‰ํžˆ๋„ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ํ†ตํ™” ์ค‘์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ทธ๋ž˜." ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ํ‰์†Œ๋‹ต์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒŒ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฌ์šด ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋กœ ํ†ตํ™”๋ฅผ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๋„ˆ๋งŒ ์ข‹์œผ๋ฉด ๋ผ. ์ด๋”ฐ ๋ด." ํ†ตํ™”๋ฅผ ๋งˆ์นœ ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ฝ”์ฝ”๋„› ๋ฐ€ํฌ๋ฅผ ํฌ์žฅํ•˜๊ณ  ์นดํŽ˜๋ฅผ ๋น ์ ธ๋‚˜๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ์ฝ”์ฝ”๋„› ๋ฐ€ํฌ๋ฅผ ๋งˆ์‹œ๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์€ ์ฃผ๋กœ ์—ฌ์ž ๊ณ ๊ฐ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์•ฝํ˜ผ์ž๋ฅผ ์œ„ํ•ด ์ง์ ‘ ์นดํŽ˜๊นŒ์ง€ ์˜จ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์•„๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ๋А๋‚Œ์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์ด์ •ํƒœ๊ฐ€ ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ง์— ์ง‘์ค‘ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งž์„ ์ด ๋๋‚  ๋ฌด๋ ต, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‹ค์Œ์„ ๊ธฐ์•ฝํ•˜๋Š” ์ด์ •ํƒœ์˜ ๋ง์— ์ ์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒŒ ๋†€๋ž๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ ๋” ๋งŒ๋‚˜๋ณด๊ธฐ๋กœ ๊ฒฐ์ •ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋˜ ์ค‘, ์ด์ •ํƒœ๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์ „ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›๋”๋‹ˆ ํšŒ์‚ฌ์— ๊ธ‰ํ•œ ์ผ์ด ์ƒ๊ฒจ ์ง€๊ธˆ ๋‹น์žฅ ๋Œ์•„๊ฐ€ ๋ด์•ผ ํ•œ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์ •ํƒœ๋Š” ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์—๊ฒŒ ์—ฐ์‹  ์‚ฌ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋„ค๊ณ  ๋‹ค์Œ์— ๋งŒ๋‚  ์•ฝ์†๊นŒ์ง€ ๋ฏธ๋ฆฌ ์žก์€ ํ›„ ์นดํŽ˜๋ฅผ ๋‚˜์„ฐ๋‹ค. ์ž ์‹œ ํ›„, ์นดํŽ˜๋ฅผ ๋‚˜์„  ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋„ ํƒ์‹œ์— ์˜ฌ๋ผํƒ€๊ณ  ์ง‘์œผ๋กœ ํ–ฅํ•  ์ค€๋น„๋ฅผ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„์นจ์„ ๋จน์ง€ ์•Š์€ ์›์ธ์ผ๊นŒ, ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ฉด ๋นˆ์†์— ์ปคํ”ผ๋ฅผ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋งŽ์ด ๋งˆ์‹  ํƒ“์ผ๊นŒ. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์ฐจ์— ์˜ค๋ฅด์ž๋งˆ์ž ์†์ด ๋ฉ”์Šฅ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๊ณ  ์ฐธ์œผ๋ ค๊ณ  ์• ๋ฅผ ์ผ์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ์‹คํŒจํ•˜๊ณ  ๋ง์•˜๋‹ค. "๊ธฐ์‚ฌ๋‹˜, ์ฐจ ์ข€ ์„ธ์›Œ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”..." ๋ง์„ ๋งˆ์น˜๊ธฐ๋„ ์ „์— ํ—›๊ตฌ์—ญ์งˆ์ด ๋จผ์ € ๋‚˜์˜ค์ž ์ฐจ์— ๋งˆ๋ จ๋˜์–ด ์žˆ๋Š” ์“ฐ๋ ˆ๊ธฐ๋ด‰ํˆฌ๋ฅผ ์ง‘์–ด ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ˆ™์˜€๋‹ค. ๊ธธ๊ฐ€์— ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์„ธ์šด ํƒ์‹œ ๊ธฐ์‚ฌ๋‹˜์€ ์ž๋‘ ํ•œ ๋ด‰์ง€๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋„ค๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ธˆ๋ฐฉ ์ž„์‹ ํ•˜๋ฉด ๋‹ค๋“ค ๊ทธ๋ž˜์š”. ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์•„๋‚ด๋„ ์•„๊ฐ€์”จ๋ž‘ ์ฆ์ƒ์ด ๋˜‘๊ฐ™์•˜์–ด์š”. ์‹ ๋ง›์ด ๊ฐ•ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ณผ์ผ์„ ๋จน์œผ๋ฉด ์กฐ๊ธˆ ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์•„์งˆ ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ์–ด์š”. ์ฒซ 4๊ฐœ์›” ๋™์•ˆ์€ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํž˜๋“ค ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”. ๊ทธ ์‹œ๊ธฐ๋งŒ ์ง€๋‚˜๋ฉด ์ž ๋„ ์ž˜ ์ž๊ณ  ๋ฐฅ๋„ ์˜ˆ์ „์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋จน์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”." ํƒ์‹œ ๊ธฐ์‚ฌ๋‹˜์˜ ๋ง์„ ๋“ฃ๊ณ  ๋‚˜์„œ์•ผ ์ƒ๋ฆฌ ์ฃผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ณ„์‚ฐํ•˜๋˜ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊นœ์ง ๋†€๋ž๋‹ค. ์ƒ๋ฆฌ ์˜ˆ์ •์ผ์ด ์ด๋ฏธ ์ผ์ฃผ์ผ์ด๋‚˜ ์ง€๋‚œ ์ƒํ™ฉ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ, ๊ทธ๋Ÿด ๋ฆฌ ์—†์–ด... ์•ฝ์„ ๋น ์ง์—†์ด ์ž˜ ์ฑ™๊ฒจ ๋จน์—ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ... ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์ฐ๋ฌผ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋ฐ€๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ๊ธฐ์–ต์— ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋‹ค์‹œ ์ž๋ฆฌ์— ์–ผ์–ด๋ถ™๊ณ  ๋ง์•˜๋‹ค. ์ •ํ™•ํžˆ 3์ฃผ์ผ ์ „, ๋‹ค์Œ ๋‚ , ์•„์นจ ์ผ์ฐ ์•ฝ๊ตญ์— ๋“ค๋Ÿฌ ํ”ผ์ž„์•ฝ์„ ์‚ฌ๋ ค ํ–ˆ์œผ๋‚˜ ์œ ๋ฏธ์›์ด ๋„๋ฐ• ํ˜์˜๋กœ ์ฒดํฌ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ์ „ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›๊ณ  ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ํ™”๊ฐ€ ์น˜๋ฐ€์—ˆ๋˜ ๋‚˜๋จธ์ง€ ํ”ผ์ž„์•ฝ์„ ๊นŒ๋งฃ๊ฒŒ ์žŠ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋˜ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ๋‹ค์‹œ ๊ธฐ์–ต๋‚ฌ์„ ๋•, ์ด๋ฏธ ์•ฝ์„ ๋ณต์šฉํ•ด์•ผ ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ธฐํ•œ์ด ํ›Œ์ฉ ์ง€๋‚˜๋ฒ„๋ฆฐ ํ›„์˜€๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ€๋งŒํžˆ ์†์„ ์˜ฌ๋ ค ๋ณต๋ถ€๋ฅผ ์“ฐ๋‹ค๋“ฌ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งž์„ ์„ ๋ณด์ž๋งˆ์ž ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ์•„์ด๋ฅผ ์ž„์‹ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์„ ์•Œ๊ฒŒ ๋  ํ™•๋ฅ ์€ ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ๋ ๊นŒ? ์ œ3ํ™” ์ž„์‹ ํ–ˆ์–ด ์‹œ๋‚ด ํ•œ ๋ณ‘์›, ์ ‘์ˆ˜์ฆ์„ ์†์— ์ฅ” ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ์‚ฐ๋ถ€์ธ๊ณผ ๋ณต๋„์—์„œ ์ค„์„ ์„œ๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋ฐœ๊ฑธ์Œ์„ ์˜ฎ๊ธฐ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ชจํ‰์ด๋ฅผ ๋Œ์ž ๋ถˆ๊ณผ ๋ช‡ ๋ฏธํ„ฐ๋ฐ–์— ๋–จ์–ด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š์€ ๊ณณ์—์„œ ์ต์ˆ™ํ•œ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์ž๋ฅผ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งŽ์€ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ์˜ค๊ฐ€๋Š” ๋ณ‘์› ๋กœ๋น„์—์„œ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ํ˜•์ฒด๋งŒ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋„ ๋‹จ๋ฒˆ์— ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์—ญ์‚ผ๊ฐํ˜• ๋ชธ๋งค์— ์–ด์šธ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋งž์ถค ์ •์žฅ์€ ๋‚จ์ž์™€ ์™„๋ฒฝํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งค์น˜๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์กฐ๊ธˆ ์ „ ์นดํŽ˜์—์„œ ํฌ์žฅํ•œ ์ฝ”์ฝ”๋„› ๋ฐ€ํฌ๋ฅผ ๊ณ์— ์„  ์—ฌ์ž์—๊ฒŒ ๊ฑด๋„ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์†์— ๋ผ์›Œ์ง„ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๊ฐ€ ๋ณ‘์› ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ์— ๋ฐ˜์‚ฌ๋˜๋Š” ํ–‡์‚ด์„ ๋งž์•„ ์œ ๋‚œํžˆ ๋ˆˆ๋ถ€์‹œ๊ฒŒ ๋น›๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์•„๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ๋А๋‚Œ์„ ์• ์จ ๋ˆ„๋ฅธ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์‹œ์„ ์„ ํ”ผํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒ ๋‹ค๊ณ  ์Šค์Šค๋กœ ๋‹ค์งํ•˜๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๊ณ์— ๋‹น๋‹นํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์„  ์—ฌ์ž์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ํ™•์ธํ•˜๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋˜‘๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋–ด๋‹ค. ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ด๋•Œ, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋Œ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ฐฉํ–ฅ์„ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ณด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งˆ์ฃผ์นœ ๋‘ ๋ˆˆ ์‚ฌ์ด๋กœ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์— ๋ถˆ์พŒํ•œ ๊ธฐ์ƒ‰์ด ์Šค์ณ ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์• ์จ ๋ฏธ์†Œ ์ง€์€ ์–ผ๊ตด๋กœ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์˜€๋‹ค. ์ง€๊ธˆ ์ด ์ˆœ๊ฐ„์˜ ๋งŒ๋‚จ์ด ๋‹จ์ˆœํ•œ ์šฐ์—ฐ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ์น˜๋ถ€ํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋˜๋‹ค์‹œ ๋ฐ€๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ํ—›๊ตฌ์—ญ์งˆ์— ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ํ™ฉ๊ธ‰ํžˆ ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค๋กœ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ”๊ณ  ์†์„ ๋ชจ๋‘ ๋น„์›Œ๋‚ด๊ณ  ๋‚˜์„œ์•ผ ์ˆจ์„ ๊ณ ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ์‰ด ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค๋กœ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค์˜ฌ ๋•Œ, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ๊ณผ ๊ทธ์˜ ์•ฝํ˜ผ๋…€ ๋’ค์— ๋†“์ธ ํ‘œ์ง€ํŒ์— ์ ํžŒ ๊ธ€์”จ๋ฅผ ๋˜‘๋˜‘ํžˆ ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค. ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๋‚˜์˜จ ๊ณณ์€ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์‚ฐ์ „ ๊ฒ€์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›๋Š” ๊ณณ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ์•„๋งˆ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ ์ „๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ๊ณ„ํšํ•  ์•„์ด๋ฅผ ์œ„ํ•ด ๊ฒ€์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›์œผ๋Ÿฌ ์˜จ ๊ฒƒ์ด๊ฒ ์ง€. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์ผ๋ถ€๋Ÿฌ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์„ ๋‚ด์–ด ๋ณ‘์›์— ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธํ–ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค๊ณผ ์นดํŽ˜์— ๋“ค๋Ÿฌ ์ง์ ‘ ์ฝ”์ฝ”๋„› ๋ฐ€ํฌ๋ฅผ ํฌ์žฅํ•œ ๊ฒƒ๊นŒ์ง€ ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜์ž ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋˜๋‹ค์‹œ ๋งˆ์Œ์ด ์“ธ์“ธํ•ด ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋А๊ผˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฌผ๋ก  ๊ทธ์˜ ์•„๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋  ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์—๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๋ชจ๋“  ์• ์ •๊ณผ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์„ ์Ÿ์•„๋ถ€์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์ผ๊ฑฐ์ˆ˜์ผํˆฌ์กฑ์ด ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋Œ€ํ–ˆ๋˜ ๋ฐฉ์‹๊ณผ๋Š” ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋น„๊ต๊ฐ€ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์™€ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ๋ฐฐ๋“œ ํŒŒํŠธ๋„ˆ๋กœ ์ง€๋ƒˆ๋˜ ์ง€๋‚œ 3๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์Œ์‹์„ ์ฆ๊ฒจ ๋จน๊ณ  ๋ฌด์—‡์„ ์ข‹์•„ํ•˜๋Š”์ง€ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€๋„ ์˜์‹ฌ์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์ œ ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์‹ ๊ฒฝ ์“ฐ์ง€ ์•Š์•„๋„ ๋  ๋ฌธ์ œ์— ๋Œ€ํ•ด ๊นŠ์ด ์ƒ๊ฐํ•  ์‹œ๊ฐ„๋„ ์—๋„ˆ์ง€๋„ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์šธ ์†์— ๋น„์นœ ์ดˆ์ทŒํ•œ ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ๋šซ์–ด์ง€๊ฒŒ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ณด๊ณ  ์‹ฌํ˜ธํก์„ ํ•˜๋”๋‹ˆ ํ‹ฐ์Šˆ๋กœ ์ž… ์ฃผ์œ„๋ฅผ ๋‹ฆ๊ณ  ๋‚˜์„œ์•ผ ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค ๋ฌธ์„ ์—ด๊ณ  ๋‚˜์™”๋‹ค. ๋ฌธ์„ ์—ด์ž๋งˆ์ž ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์„ธ๋ฉด๋Œ€ ์˜†์— ๊ธฐ๋Œ€์–ด ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ–ˆ๊ณ  ๋ฏธ๊ฐ„์„ ๊นŠ๊ฒŒ ์ฐŒํ‘ธ๋ฆฐ ๊ทธ์˜ ์†๊ฐ€๋ฝ ์‚ฌ์ด์— ๋ถˆ์„ ๋ถ™์ธ ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์ด ๊ณณ์˜ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๊ฐ€ ๋งˆ์Œ์— ๋“ค์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ์„ค๋งˆ, ๊ทธ์˜ ์•ฝํ˜ผ๋…€๋„ ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฑธ๊นŒ? ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ํ‘น ์ˆ™์ด๊ณ  ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋ณด์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ ์ฒ™ ์—ฐ๊ธฐํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋ณ‘์› ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค์˜ ์„ธ๋ฉด๋Œ€๋Š” ํ•œ ์ค„๋กœ ๋†“์—ฌ ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ  ์†์„ ์”ป์œผ๋ ค๋ฉด ๋ฐ˜๋“œ์‹œ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๊ณ์„ ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ€์•ผ๋งŒ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์†์„ ์”ป์„์ง€ ๋ง์ง€ ๊ณ ๋ฏผํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์ฐจ๊ฐ€์šด ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ค์™”๋‹ค. "์ž„์‹ ํ–ˆ์–ด?" ์งง์€ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ฌผ์Œ ํ•œ ๋งˆ๋””์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์„ ๋œฉํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๋ ค์•‰์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ฐ˜์‘์„ ์œ ์‹ฌํžˆ ๊ด€์ฐฐํ•˜๋˜ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๋Œ€๋‹ต์„ ๋“ฃ์ง€ ์•Š์•„๋„ ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๋Œ€๋‹ตํ•ด!" ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ํ–ฅํ•ด ํ•œ ๊ฑธ์Œ ํ•œ ๊ฑธ์Œ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์™”๊ณ , ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์ข์•„์งˆ์ˆ˜๋ก ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ๋”์šฑ ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ๋›ฐ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋А๋‚„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹น์žฅ์ด๋ผ๋„ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ชฉ์„ ์›€์ผœ์ฅ˜ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์€ ๊ธฐ์„ธ์™€ ํ™”๋‚œ ๋ˆˆ๋น›. ๋งŒ์•ฝ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์ž„์‹ ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์ด ์‚ฌ์‹ค์ด๋ผ๋ฉด, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ์ˆ˜์ˆ ์‹ค๋กœ. "์•„๋‹ˆ์š”." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ผฟ๊ผฟ์ด ํŽด๊ณ  ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋‘ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋˜‘๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. "๋ฐฐํƒˆ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ์•ฝ ๋ฐ›์œผ๋Ÿฌ ์™”์–ด์š”." "๊ทธ๋ž˜? ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์†Œํ™” ๋‚ด๊ณผ๋Š” ์—ฌ๊ธฐ ์—†๋Š”๋ฐ?" ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ง์„ ๋ฏฟ์ง€ ์•Š๋Š”๋‹ค๋Š” ๋“ฏ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊ฐ€๋Š˜๊ฒŒ ๋œจ๊ณ  ์ถ”๊ถํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์—๋Š” ์“ธ์“ธํ•œ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋งŒ ๋ฒˆ์งˆ ๋ฟ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์ž„์‹ ์ด ๋Œ€์ฒด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ์‹ซ์€ ๊ฑธ๊นŒ? "์ด๊ณณ ์—˜๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํ„ฐ์—๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ์ ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ์š”. ์ œ๊ฐ€ ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ง์„ ๋ฏฟ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋ฉด, ๋Œ€ํ‘œ๋‹˜๊ป˜์„œ ์ €์™€ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์‚ฐ๋ถ€์ธ๊ณผ ์ง„์ฐฐ์„ ๋ฐ›์œผ๋ฉด ๋˜๊ฒ ๋„ค์š”." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ํ™•์‹ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์กด์žฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ์•ฝํ˜ผ๋…€์—๊ฒŒ ์•Œ๋ฆฌ์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ์˜ˆ์ƒ๋Œ€๋กœ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์‹ค์†Œ๋ฅผ ํ„ฐ๋œจ๋ฆฌ๋”๋‹ˆ ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ์ฅ” ์†์œผ๋กœ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ํ„ฑ์„ ์›€์ผœ์žก์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์—„์ง€์†๊ฐ€๋ฝ์ด ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์ž…์ˆ ์„ ํ›‘์„ ๋•Œ ๋œจ๊ฑฐ์šด ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์•ž์œผ๋กœ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์™”๊ณ , ์ž๋ฆฌ์— ์–ผ์–ด๋ถ™์€ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์–ผ๊ตด์— ํ‰์ด ์งˆ๊นŒ ๋‘๋ ค์› ๋‹ค. "๋งŒ์•ฝ ์ง€๊ธˆ ๋‚ด ์•ž์—์„œ ํ•œ ๋ง์ด ๊ฑฐ์ง“๋ง์ด๋ผ๋ฉด, ๊ทธ ์ƒ์‘ํ•œ ๋Œ€๊ฐ€๋ฅผ ์น˜๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ๋  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ. ์ฐฉํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๊ตด์–ด์•ผ์ง€. ๋‚ด์ผ ์ถœ๊ทผํ•ด." ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์น ๊ฒŒ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ํ„ฑ์„ ๋†“์•„ ์ฃผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์†์ด ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ์Šค์ณ ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐˆ ๋•Œ, ํฌ๋ฏธํ•œ ํ–ฅ์ˆ˜ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๊ฐ€ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ์ฝ”๋ฅผ ์ฐ”๋ €๋‹ค. ๋‚ฏ์„  ํ–ฅ์ˆ˜ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์•„๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ๊ฐ€์Šด์„ ์›€์ผœ์žก์•˜๋‹ค. 3๋…„์ด๋ผ๋Š” ์‹œ๊ฐ„ ๋™์•ˆ, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ๋ฌด์—‡์„ ์‹ซ์–ดํ•˜๋Š”์ง€ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ๋ณด๋‹ค ์ž˜ ํŒŒ์•…ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์—ฌ์ž ํ–ฅ์ˆ˜ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๋ฅผ ์ œ์ผ ์‹ซ์–ดํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ง€๊ธˆ์€... ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์ฃผ๋จน์„ ์›€์ผœ์ฅ๊ณ  ์ž…์ˆ ์„ ๊ผญ ๊นจ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋ถˆ๊ฐ€๋Šฅํ•œ ๊ฑด ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹จ์ง€ ๊ทธ ๊ทœ์น™์„ ์–ด๊ธธ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค๋งŒ ๊ฐ€๋Šฅํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์ผ ๋ฟ. ๋ฉ€์–ด์ง€๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋’ท๋ชจ์Šต์„ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ฒฐ์‹ฌํ•œ ๋“ฏ ์ž…์„ ์—ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๋Œ€ํ‘œ๋‹˜, ์ € ํ‡ด์‚ฌํ•˜๊ฒ ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค." ๋ช‡ ๋ฐœ์ง ๋–ผ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ์ž๋ฆฌ์— ๋ฉˆ์ถฐ ์„œ๋”๋‹ˆ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋Œ์•„๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋˜๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๋ฐฉ๊ธˆ ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ?" "ํ‡ด์‚ฌํ•˜๊ฒ ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์ด๋ฒˆ์—” ์ข€ ๋” ์ฐจ๋ถ„ํ•˜๊ณ  ํ™•๊ณ ํ•œ ํƒœ๋„๋กœ ๊ฐ™์€ ๋ง์„ ๋ฐ˜๋ณตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ์ œ์•ผ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ๋˜‘๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ดค๊ณ  ์ž…์ˆ ์—๋Š” ๋น„์•„๋ƒฅ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋“ฏํ•œ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๊ฐ€ ๊ฑธ๋ ค ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "ํ˜„๋ชจ์–‘์ฒ˜๊ฐ€ ๋  ์ƒ๊ฐ์ด์•ผ?" ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‹ด๋‹ดํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์„ค๋ช…ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. "ํ˜„๋ชจ์–‘์ฒ˜๋„ ๋‚˜์˜์ง€ ์•Š๋„ค์š”. ๋งž์„  ์ƒ๋Œ€๊ฐ€ ์˜ค๋Š˜ ์ €์™€ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ๊นŒ์ง€ ์•ฝ์†ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”." "๊ทธ ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€ ๋งˆ์Œ์— ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด?" ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์••๋ฐ•์ ์ด์—ˆ๊ณ  ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ์–ผ์–ด๋ถ™๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. ์•„์ฃผ ์ž ๊น์ด๋‚˜๋งˆ ์ž์‹ ์ด ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๊ณผ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผํ•œ๋‹ค๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์— ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ฏฟ์„ ๋ป”ํ–ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ. "๊ทธ ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€ ๋„ ๋งŒ์กฑํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„?" ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋ง์„ ํ•˜๋ฉด ํ• ์ˆ˜๋ก ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์—๋Š” ๋น„์›ƒ์Œ์ด ํ•œ๊ฐ€๋“ ๋ฌป์–ด๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. "๊ทธ ๋‚จ์ž, ๋‚˜๋„ ์ž˜ ์•„๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด์•ผ. ๋„ˆ๋ž‘์€ ์–ด์šธ๋ฆฌ์ง€ ์•Š์•„. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ์ตœ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋๋‚ด." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์•„๋ฌด๋ ‡์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒŒ ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ์žฌ๋–จ์ด์— ๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๊ฐ€๋งŒํžˆ ์ง€์ผœ๋ดค๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ๋งํˆฌ๋Š” ํšŒ์‚ฌ์—์„œ ์—…๋ฌด๋ฅผ ๋งก๊ธธ ๋•Œ์™€ ๋‹ค๋ฆ„์—†์ด ๋‹ด๋‹ดํ•˜๊ณ ๋„ ํ‰์˜จํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์˜ˆ์ „์˜ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜€๋‹ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ์ € ๋ฌต๋ฌตํžˆ ๊ทธ์˜ ์ง€์‹œ๋ฅผ ๋”ฐ๋ž์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ, ์ง€๊ธˆ์€ ๋” ์ด์ƒ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์ž์กด์‹ฌ๋„ ๋ฌต์‚ดํ•˜๋Š” ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ๋ฐœ์— ์ง“๋ฐŸํ˜€ ํ˜•์ฒด๋„ ์•Œ์•„๋ณผ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๊ฒŒ ๋ณ€ํ•˜๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์ด ์‹ซ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์šฉ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋‚ธ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ๋งํˆฌ๋ฅผ ํ‰๋‚ด ๋‚ด๋ฉฐ ๋น„์•„๋ƒฅ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ์˜…์€ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๊นŒ์ง€ ์ง€์œผ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋‘ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋˜‘๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ดค๋‹ค. "ํ•œ๋ฒˆ ๋„์ „ํ•ด ๋ณด๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด์š”. ๋ˆ„๊ฐ€ ์•Œ์•„์š”? ์˜์™ธ๋กœ ์†๊ถํ•ฉ์ด ์ž˜ ๋งž์„์ง€." ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์„ธ๋ฉด๋Œ€์—์„œ ๋Œ€์ถฉ ์†์„ ์”ป์€ ๋’ค, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์„ ๊ฑฐ๋“ค๋– ๋ณด์ง€๋„ ์•Š๊ณ  ๋ฉ€์–ด์ ธ ๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ๋ณ‘์› ๊ฑด๋ฌผ์„ ๋‚˜์„œ๋Š” ์ˆœ๊ฐ„๊นŒ์ง€ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋–จ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์†์„ ์ฃผ์ฒดํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋‘๋ ค์› ๋˜ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์‚ฐ๋ถ€์ธ๊ณผ ๊ฒ€์‚ฌ๋„ ๋ฐ›์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋น„์„œ๊ฐ€ ๋œ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‹จ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ๋„ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ง์„ ๋ฐ˜๋ฐ•ํ•˜๊ฑฐ๋‚˜ ๋ง๋Œ€๊พธํ•œ ์ ์ด ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์˜ค๋Š˜์ด ์ฒ˜์Œ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ž์‹ ์˜ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ํ–‰๋™์ด ์–ด๋–ค ํ›„๊ณผ๋ฅผ ์ดˆ๋ž˜ํ•  ์ง€ ๋ชฐ๋ž๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ํ•œ ๊ฐ€์ง€๋งŒ์€ ํ™•์‹คํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ง€๊ธˆ ๋‹น์žฅ ํšŒ์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋งŒ๋‘๊ณ  ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ๊ณผ ์ตœ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๋ฉ€๋ฆฌ ๋–จ์–ด์ ธ ์ง€๋‚ด์•ผ ํ•œ๋‹ค. ์˜์›ํžˆ ์ง€๋‚  ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋˜ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ์ง€๋‚˜๊ณ  ๋‹ค์Œ ๋‚  ์•„์นจ์ด ์ฐพ์•„์™”๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์š•์‹ค ๊ฑฐ์šธ ์•ž์—์„œ ์ถœ๊ทผํ• ์ง€ ๋ง์ง€ ํ•œ์ฐธ์„ ๋ง์„ค์˜€๋‹ค. 2์‹œ๊ฐ„ ํ›„, ์†์— ์‚ฌ์ง์„œ๋ฅผ ๋“  ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋ฌด์‹ค ๋ฌธ์„ ์กฐ์‹ฌ์Šค๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ๋…ธํฌํ•˜๊ณ  ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ€ ์ง‘๋ฌด์ฑ…์ƒ ์œ„์— ๊ณต์†ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๋ ค๋†“์•˜๋‹ค. "๋Œ€ํ‘œ๋‹˜, ์‚ฌ์ธํ•ด ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋Š” ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ์‚ฌ์ง์„œ๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๋ฐ€๋ฉฐ ์ •์ค‘ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ์˜ ์•ž์— ๋ฉˆ์ถฐ ์„ค ๋•Œ๊นŒ์ง€ ์„œ๋ฅ˜์—์„œ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋–ผ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋˜ ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์‚ฌ์ง์„œ๋ผ๋Š” ๋ง์— ์›€์ฐ”๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์ง„์งœ ์‚ฌ์ง์„œ๋ฅผ ์ œ์ถœํ•  ์ค„ ๋ชฐ๋ž๋˜ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๋ฏฟ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋‹ค๋Š” ํ‘œ์ •์œผ๋กœ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๋…ธ๋ ค๋ดค๋‹ค. ์ž์‹ ์„ ๋šซ์–ด์ง€๊ฒŒ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋Š” ๊นŠ๊ณ  ๊ฒ€์€ ๋ˆˆ๋™์ž์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋›ฐ๋ฉฐ ๋ชธ์ด ์›€์ฐ”์›€์ฐ”ํ•ด ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋А๊ผˆ๋‹ค. "๊ฒฐ์ •ํ–ˆ์–ด?" ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ฌด๊ฒ์ง€๋„ ๊ฐ€๋ณ์ง€๋„ ์•Š๊ฒŒ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์˜จ๋ชธ์„ ๊ฐ์ŒŒ๋‹ค. "๋„ค. ๊ฒฐ์ •ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋–จ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ถ”๋ฉฐ ์ตœ๋Œ€ํ•œ ์นจ์ฐฉํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ž ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ํ”ผ์‹ ์›ƒ์Œ์„ ํ„ฐ๋œจ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ฒ€์ง€๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋ณ๊ฒŒ ์ฑ…์ƒ์„ ๋‘๋“œ๋ ธ๋‹ค. "์ด๋ฆฌ ์™€." ์ž…์ˆ ์„ ๊ผญ ๊นจ๋ฌธ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์ž๋ฆฌ์—์„œ ๊ฟˆ์ ๋„ ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. "ํ‡ด์‚ฌํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•„?" ๋™์‹œ์— ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์œ„ํ˜‘์ ์ธ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์‚ฌ๋ฌด์‹ค์— ์šธ๋ ธ๊ณ  ์†์œผ๋กœ ๊นŠ์€ ํ•œ์ˆจ์„ ๋‚ด์‰ฐ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฒฝ๊ณ„ ๊ฐ€๋“ํ•œ ๋ชจ์Šต์œผ๋กœ ๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์ด ๋‹ค๊ฐ€๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ์ต์ˆ™ํ•˜๊ณ ๋„ ํฌ๊ทผํ•œ ๊ทธ์˜ ํ–ฅ์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ŒŒ์ง€๋งŒ ์ˆจ ๋ง‰ํžˆ๋Š” ๋А๋‚Œ์€ ์ง€์šธ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ์กฐ์‹ฌ์Šค๋Ÿฌ์šด ๋ชจ์Šต์— ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์ฐธ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๊ณ  ์›ƒ์Œ์„ ํ„ฐ๋œจ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ํ‰์†Œ์—๋„ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋‚ด์–ด ์›ƒ์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ํŽธ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ธฐ๊ปํ•ด์•ผ ์ž… ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๋งŒ ๋น„์Šค๋“ฌํžˆ ์˜ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋งŒ ์ง€์„ ๋ฟ. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ ๊ทธ์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์— ๋ฒˆ์ง„ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ์–ธ์งข์€ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์„ ์„ค๋ช…ํ–ˆ๊ณ  ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์€ ๊ณง ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์˜ฌ ํญํ’์˜ ์ „์•ผ์˜€๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์†๋ชฉ์„ ์›€์ผœ์žก์€ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ๋ˆˆ ๊นœ๋ฐ•ํ•  ์‚ฌ์ด์— ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ์ง‘๋ฌด์ฑ…์ƒ ์œ„์— ๋ˆ„๋ฅด๊ณ  ๊ฐ€๋งŒํžˆ ๋‚ด๋ ค๋‹ค๋ดค๋‹ค. ์ˆ˜๋ฐฑ ์ˆ˜์ฒœ์–ต ๊ทœ๋ชจ์˜ ๊ณ„์•ฝ ์„œ๋ฅ˜๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์— ๋–จ์–ด์กŒ์ง€๋งŒ ์•„๋ฌด๋„ ์‹ ๊ฒฝ ์“ฐ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค...... ...... ==== 3๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋น„์„œ๋กœ, ๋น„๋ฐ€ ์• ์ธ์œผ๋กœ ๊ณ์— ์žˆ์–ด์™”๋˜ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผํ•œ๋‹ค๋Š” ์†Œ์‹๊ณผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์ด ๊ด€๊ณ„๋„ ๋๋‚ด๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ... ์™œ ๊ณ„์† ๋ถ™์žก๊ณ  ๋†“์•„์ฃผ์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ๊ฑธ๊นŒ? ์ด์–ด์ง€๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฌ์›€๊ณผ ์• ๋งค ๊ฐ€๋“ํ•œ ๋ˆˆ๊ธธ์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ํ—ท๊ฐˆ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์ ์  ์ž์‹ ์˜ ์„ ํƒ๊ณผ ๋งˆ์Œ์„ ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ๊ทธ ๋•Œ. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ์ž„์‹ ์„ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์‹ฌํ•ด์ง€๋Š” ์ž…๋ง์—, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์ง‘์ฐฉ์—, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ํƒ์š•์Šค๋Ÿฌ์šด ์—„๋งˆ์˜ ์••๋ฐ•์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์ ์  ์ ˆ๋ง์†์œผ๋กœ ๋น ์ ธ๋“ค๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ๊ณ  ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๊ณ ํ†ต์†์—์„œ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์กŒ๋‹ค...... ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์Šค์Šค๋กœ๋ฅผ ๊ตฌ์›ํ•˜๊ณ  ๋ฐ˜๊ฒฉํ•  ๊ฒƒ์ธ๊ฐ€์š”? ์•ž์œผ๋กœ๋Š” ์–ด๋–ค ์ „๊ฐœ๊ฐ€ ํŽผ์ณ์งˆ๊นŒ์š”? ์™„์ •ํ•œ ์Šคํ† ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ฆ๊ธฐ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์œผ์‹œ๋‹ค๋ฉด ์•„๋ž˜์˜ ๋ฒ„ํŠผ์„ ๋ˆŒ๋Ÿฌ App์„ ๋‹ค์šด๋กœ๋“œ ๋ฐ›์œผ์„ธ์š”. 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Yes 2024-11-23 15:12 active 1910 0 ๐Ÿ˜Read the next chapters๐Ÿ‘‰ Itโ€™s not the first time I received photos of my husband, Owen, cheating on me. After losing my parents, I was adopted by Owenโ€™s family. I grew up with him. We were inexplicably attracted to each other but we dared not to admit it. Until that one crazy night... anyway we got married when we were both 22. Now, itโ€™s been three years. But Owen had been acting very strange recently. These photos seemed to explain why... I had to confront him. โ€œOwen?โ€ I called out. โ€œOwen, where are you?โ€ He didn't answer. Owen was on the phone with his friend. As I was about to knock on the door, I overheard: โ€œNo, I donโ€™t think I love her anymore.โ€ Owenโ€™s words gave me icy chills. โ€œHow could he say that?!โ€ My heart was broken. Owen left without any explanation that night. When Owen came back he was very drunk. He started kissing me and called me Josie. I couldnโ€™t believe what I heardโ€ฆ โ€œJosieโ€ฆ? Were you with Josie?โ€ I asked with panic in my voice. I couldnโ€™t believe my husband cheated on me with my best friend. Life passed, I became more and more painful. I finally got divorced with Owen. I thought there would be no relationship between us. But the appearance of Raymond gave me fresh hope for love. Raymond was Owenโ€™s uncle. He was only several years older, but very mature. He was tall, handsome and rich. He was one of the most attractive men I knew. After living in Australia for most of his life, he had come back 10 years ago to take over his familyโ€™s business. By now, he was the most successful CEO in the city. Although all women admired him, he remained single. I couldnโ€™t believe such a wonderful man would confess to me. I didnโ€™t know why he would fall in love with such an ordinary woman like me? Heโ€™s always there when I was in danger and even got injured when protecting me. But I can not accept him as his relationship with my ex-husband. Then the unexpected thing happened. My best friend set me up. When I woke up, I found myself under Raymond's sheet. โ€œDonโ€™t be scared, Noah.โ€ โ€œIโ€™ll protect you.โ€ โ€œIโ€™m willing to take responsibility.โ€ โ€œNoah, I love you.โ€ His magnetic voice always lingered in my ears. Could I trust him? What will happen if I get involved in this forbidden relationship? LEARN_MORE https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12088&u Random Reading https://www.facebook.com/61560831098071/ 21 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 redtgb.com DCO https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12088&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/448761212_999988184491714_8141244835199273968_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=H_WoOtnZRqUQ7kNvgFEy9U4&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Ahlm0DIrIqs4rpvahhKiqCh&oh=00_AYCEpDyz4vnJV6fl-OOrD6opXdD5a8HF4y3DKTycf7YaAw&oe=6747FD2D PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Random Reading 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-11-23 15:12 active 1910 0 ะงะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ัะปะตะดัƒัŽั‰ัƒัŽ ะณะปะฐะฒัƒ๐Ÿ‘‰ ะšะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ัƒะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฝะตะทะฝะฐะบะพะผั‹ะน ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ, ั ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะผ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟั€ะพะฒะตะปะฐ ัะฒะพัŽ ะฟะตั€ะฒัƒัŽ ะฑั€ะฐั‡ะฝัƒัŽ ะฝะพั‡ัŒ, ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปัั ะตะต ะทะฐะบะพะฝะฝั‹ะผ ะผัƒะถะตะผ ะฟะพ ะดะพะณะพะฒะพั€ะตะฝะฝะพัั‚ะธ, ะพะฝะฐ ัะพัˆะปะฐ ั ัƒะผะฐ! ===== ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะŸะตั‚ั€ะพะฒะฐ ัะตะณะพะดะฝั ะฒั‹ัˆะปะฐ ะทะฐะผัƒะถ. ะš ะฝะตัั‡ะฐัั‚ัŒัŽ ะดะปั ะฝะตั‘, ะถะตะฝะธั…ะฐ ะฝะธะณะดะต ะฝะต ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฒะธะดะฝะพ. ะžะฝะฐ ะพะณะปัะดะตะปะฐ ะฟัƒัั‚ัƒัŽ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ัƒ, ะธ ะตั‘ ะปะธั†ะพ ัั‚ะฐะปะพ ะฑะตะปั‹ะผ, ัะปะพะฒะฝะพ ะฟั€ะพัั‚ั‹ะฝั. ะžะฝะฐ ั‡ัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ัะตะฑั ัะพะฒะตั€ัˆะตะฝะฝะพ ัƒะฝะธะถะตะฝะฝะพะน. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะต ะถะตะปะฐะปะฐ ั‚ะตั€ะฟะตั‚ัŒ ัั‚ะพ ะพัะบะพั€ะฑะปะตะฝะธะต! ะะพ ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะตะปะฐั‚ัŒ? ะก ัะฐะผะพะณะพ ั€ะพะถะดะตะฝะธั ะฒัะต ะฐัะฟะตะบั‚ั‹ ะตั‘ ะถะธะทะฝะธ ะบะพะฝั‚ั€ะพะปะธั€ะพะฒะฐะปะธััŒ ะดั€ัƒะณะธะผะธ ะปัŽะดัŒะผะธ. ะกะฐะผะพ ัะพะฑะพะน ั€ะฐะทัƒะผะตะตั‚ัั, ัั‚ะพ ะบะฐัะฐะปะพััŒ ะธ ะตั‘ ะทะฐะผัƒะถะตัั‚ะฒะฐ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปัƒ ะฟั€ะธะฝัƒะดะธะป ะบ ัั‚ะพะผัƒ ัะพัŽะทัƒ ะพั‚ะตั†, ั‡ะตะปะพะฒะตะบ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะผ ัƒะฟั€ะฐะฒะปัะปะฐ ะถะฐะดะฝะพัั‚ัŒ. ะ•ั‘ ะดะตะดัƒัˆะบะฐ ั€ะฐะฑะพั‚ะฐะป ัˆะพั„ั‘ั€ะพะผ ัƒ ะ ะพะดะธะพะฝะฐ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒะฐ, ะณะปะฐะฒั‹ ะผะพะณัƒั‰ะตัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝะพะน ัะตะผัŒะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒั‹ั…. ะŸะพ ะดะพัะฐะดะฝะพะน ัะปัƒั‡ะฐะนะฝะพัั‚ะธ ะพะฝะธ ะฟะพะฟะฐะปะธ ะฒ ัƒะถะฐัะฝัƒัŽ ะฐะฒะฐั€ะธัŽ, ะฒ ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะพะน ะดะตะด ะšะฐะผะธะปะปั‹ ะฟะพะณะธะฑ, ัะฟะฐัะฐั ะ ะพะดะธะพะฝะฐ. ะ’ ะฟะพัะปะตะดะฝะธะต ะผะตััั†ั‹ ะฝะตะฑะพะปัŒัˆะฐั ะบะพะผะฟะฐะฝะธั, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะพะน ัƒะฟั€ะฐะฒะปัะปะฐ ะตั‘ ัะตะผัŒั, ะฒะตะทะดะต ะธ ะฒััŽะดัƒ ะฟะพะณั€ัะทะปะฐ ะฒ ะพะณั€ะพะผะฝั‹ั… ะดะพะปะณะฐั…. ะžะฝะธ ะฝะฐั…ะพะดะธะปะธััŒ ะฝะฐ ะณั€ะฐะฝะธ ะฑะฐะฝะบั€ะพั‚ัั‚ะฒะฐ. ะะตัะผะพั‚ั€ั ะฝะฐ ัั‚ะพ, ะตั‘ ั…ะธั‚ั€ั‹ะน ะพั‚ะตั† ะพั‚ะบะฐะทะฐะปัั ะฟั€ะพัะธั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะผะพั‰ะธ ัƒ ัะตะผัŒะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒั‹ั…, ะทะฝะฐั, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัั‚ะพ ะพั‚ะผะตะฝะธั‚ ะดะพะปะณ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะน ะพะฝะธ ะดะพะปะถะฝั‹ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ัะตะผัŒะต ะŸะตั‚ั€ะพะฒั‹ั…. ะ’ะผะตัั‚ะพ ัั‚ะพะณะพ ะพะฝ ะฟั€ะธะดัƒะผะฐะป ะฟะปะฐะฝ, ัะพะณะปะฐัะฝะพ ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะพะผัƒ ะฒะฝัƒะบ ะ ะพะดะธะพะฝะฐ, ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒ, ะถะตะฝะธั‚ัั ะฝะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะต. ะฃั‡ะธั‚ั‹ะฒะฐั ะฑะพะณะฐั‚ัั‚ะฒะพ ัะตะผัŒะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒั‹ั…, ะพะฝะธ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ัƒะฒะตั€ะตะฝั‹, ั‡ั‚ะพ ั‚ะต ะดะฐะดัƒั‚ ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะธะต ะดะตะฝัŒะณะธ ะฒ ะพะฑะผะตะฝ ะฝะฐ ั€ัƒะบัƒ ะธ ัะตั€ะดั†ะต ะšะฐะผะธะปะปั‹. ะ˜, ะฒ ะบะฐั‡ะตัั‚ะฒะต ะดะพะฟะพะปะฝะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะพะณะพ ะฑะพะฝัƒัะฐ, ะพะฝะธ, ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั†, ัƒัั‚ะฐะฝะพะฒะธะปะธ ะฑั‹ ะฑะพะปะตะต ะฟั€ะพั‡ะฝัƒัŽ ัะฒัะทัŒ ั ัะตะผัŒั‘ะน ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒั‹ั…, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะฐั ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฑั‹ ะทะฐะบะพะฝะฝะพ ัะบั€ะตะฟะปะตะฝะฐ. ะ ะฐะทัƒะผะตะตั‚ัั, ัะตะผัŒั ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒั‹ั… ะฝะต ะผะพะณะปะฐ ะฟะพะทะฒะพะปะธั‚ัŒ ัะตะฑะต ะพั‚ะบะฐะทะฐั‚ัŒัั ะพั‚ ัั‚ะพะณะพ ะฟั€ะตะดะปะพะถะตะฝะธั, ะธะฝะฐั‡ะต ะพะฝะธ ั€ะธัะบะพะฒะฐะปะธ ะฟะพั‚ะตั€ัั‚ัŒ ะปะธั†ะพ ะฒ ั‚ะพะผ ะธะปะธ ะธะฝะพะผ ัะปัƒั‡ะฐะต. ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ั€ะตัˆะธะป ะฒั‹ั€ะฐะทะธั‚ัŒ ัะฒะพั‘ ะฝะตะดะพะฒะพะปัŒัั‚ะฒะพ ะฒัะตะผ ัั‚ะธะผ, ะฝะต ัะฒะธะฒัˆะธััŒ ะฝะฐ ะฑะฐะฝะบะตั‚, ั…ะพั‚ั ะฝะฐ ะฝั‘ะผ ะฝะต ะฟั€ะธััƒั‚ัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะปะพ ะฝะธะบะพะณะพ, ะบั€ะพะผะต ั‡ะปะตะฝะพะฒ ัะตะผะตะน. ะžะฝ ั‚ะฐะบะถะต ะพั‚ะบะฐะทะฐะป ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะต ะฒ ะธัะฟะพะปัŒะทะพะฒะฐะฝะธะธ ั„ะฐะผะธะปะธะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒั‹ั… ะธ ะทะฐะฟั€ะตั‚ะธะป ะตะน ะณะพะฒะพั€ะธั‚ัŒ ะปัŽะดัะผ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะตะณะพ ะถะตะฝะฐ. ะะฐ ะฟั€ะพั‚ัะถะตะฝะธะธ ะฒัะตะณะพ ัั‚ะพะณะพ, ะพั‚ ะฝะฐั‡ะฐะปะฐ ะธ ะดะพ ะบะพะฝั†ะฐ, ะฝะธะบั‚ะพ ะฝะต ะฟะพั‚ั€ัƒะดะธะปัั ัะฟั€ะพัะธั‚ัŒ ะผะฝะตะฝะธะต ัะฐะผะพะน ะšะฐะผะธะปะปั‹. ะกะตะนั‡ะฐั ะพะฝะฐ ัั‚ะพะธั‚ ั ะฟั€ัะผะพะน ัะฟะธะฝะพะน ะธ ั€ะฐัะฟั€ะฐะฒะปะตะฝะฝั‹ะผะธ ะฟะปะตั‡ะฐะผะธ. ะ•ั‘ ั€ะตัะฝะธั†ั‹, ะฒะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพ, ัะปะตะณะบะฐ ะดั€ะพะถะฐะปะธ, ะฝะพ ะฒ ะณะปะฐะทะฐั… ั‡ะธั‚ะฐะปะพััŒ ัƒะฟั€ัะผัั‚ะฒะพ. ะžะฝะฐ ะฝะต ัะพะฑะธั€ะฐะปะฐััŒ ะฟะพะดะดะฐะฒะฐั‚ัŒัั ัƒะฝะธะถะตะฝะธัŽ. ะะพ ะบะฐะบ ะตะน ัะปะตะดัƒะตั‚ ะฟะพัั‚ัƒะฟะธั‚ัŒ? ะ’ ั‚ะพ ะฒั€ะตะผั, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ั€ะฐะทะผั‹ัˆะปัะปะฐ ะพ ั‚ะพะผ, ะบะฐะบ ะฟั€ะพะฒะตะดั‘ั‚ ะฟะตั€ะฒัƒัŽ ะฑั€ะฐั‡ะฝัƒัŽ ะฝะพั‡ัŒ, ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะปัƒั‡ะธะปะฐ ัะพะพะฑั‰ะตะฝะธะต ะพั‚ ะพะดะฝะพะน ะธะท ัะฒะพะธั… ะบะพะปะปะตะณ. ะ–ะตะฝั‰ะธะฝะฐ ะฟั€ะพัะธะปะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปัƒ ะฟะพะดะผะตะฝะธั‚ัŒ ะตั‘ ะฝะฐ ะฝะพั‡ะฝะพะน ัะผะตะฝะต. ะขะฐ ะฝะต ัั‚ะฐะปะฐ ะดะพะปะณะพ ั€ะฐะทะดัƒะผั‹ะฒะฐั‚ัŒ. ะžะฝะฐ ะฒั‹ัˆะปะฐ ะธะท ะทะฐะปะฐ ะธ ะฒั‹ะทะฒะฐะปะฐ ั‚ะฐะบัะธ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะพั‚ะฟั€ะฐะฒะธั‚ัŒัั ะฒ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ัƒ. ะœะณะฝะพะฒะตะฝะธะตะผ ะฟะพะทะถะต ะพะฝะฐ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ะต ะพั‚ะดั‹ั…ะฐ ะฟะตั€ัะพะฝะฐะปะฐ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹, ะฟั€ะพะฒะตั€ัั ะทะฐะฟะธัะธ ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚ะพะฒ, ะฐ ะตั‘ ะฒะตั‡ะตั€ะฝะตะต ะฟะปะฐั‚ัŒะต ะดะฐะฒะฝะพ ัะผะตะฝะธะปะพััŒ ะฑะตะปั‹ะผ ะปะฐะฑะพั€ะฐั‚ะพั€ะฝั‹ะผ ั…ะฐะปะฐั‚ะพะผ. ะ’ะฝะตะทะฐะฟะฝะพ ะดะฒะตั€ัŒ ั ะณั€ะพะผะบะธะผ ัั‚ัƒะบะพะผ ั€ะฐัะฟะฐั…ะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ั ะฒะฝะตัˆะฝะตะน ัั‚ะพั€ะพะฝั‹ ะธ ัƒะดะฐั€ะธะปะฐััŒ ะพ ัั‚ะตะฝัƒ. ะะต ัƒัะฟะตะปะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝัั‚ัŒ ะณะปะฐะทะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฒะทะณะปัะฝัƒั‚ัŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฟั€ะพะธัั…ะพะดะธั‚, ะบะฐะบ ะดะฒะตั€ัŒ ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ะทะฐั…ะปะพะฟะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ. ะ—ะฐั‚ะตะผ ะพะฝะฐ ัƒัะปั‹ัˆะฐะปะฐ ั‰ะตะปั‡ะพะบ ะฒั‹ะบะปัŽั‡ะฐั‚ะตะปั, ะธ ะฒ ะฟะพะผะตั‰ะตะฝะธะธ ัั‚ะฐะปะพ ั‚ะตะผะฝะพ. ะŸะพ ะตั‘ ัะฟะธะฝะต ะฟั€ะพะฑะตะถะฐะป ั…ะพะปะพะดะพะบ. ยซะšั‚ะพ...ยป ะะต ัƒัะฟะตะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะดะพะณะพะฒะพั€ะธั‚ัŒ, ะบะฐะบ ะตั‘ ั‚ะพะปะบะฝัƒะปะธ ะฝะฐ ัั‚ะพะป. ะšัƒั‡ะฐ ะบะฐะฝั†ะตะปัั€ัะบะธั… ะฟั€ะธะฝะฐะดะปะตะถะฝะพัั‚ะตะน ัƒะฟะฐะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะป, ะธ ะฒ ัั‚ะพั‚ ะผะพะผะตะฝั‚ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพั‡ัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ, ะบะฐะบ ะบ ะตั‘ ัˆะตะต ะฟั€ะธะถะฐะปัั ั…ะพะปะพะดะฝั‹ะน ะพัั‚ั€ั‹ะน ะบ*ะฐะน ะฝ*ะถะฐ. ยซะขะธั…ะพ!ยป - ัะฒะธั€ะตะฟะพ ะฟั€ะพัˆะตะฟั‚ะฐะป ะฝะฐะฟะฐะดะฐะฒัˆะธะน. ะ”ะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะตะดะฒะฐ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ั€ะฐะทะณะปัะดะตั‚ัŒ ะปะธั†ะพ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝั‹, ั…ะพั‚ั ะตะณะพ ะณะปะฐะทะฐ ะฒั‹ะดะตะปัะปะธััŒ. ะžะฝะธ ะผะตั€ั†ะฐะปะธ ะฒ ั‚ัƒัะบะปะพะผ ัะฒะตั‚ะต, ะตะณะพ ะฒะทะณะปัะด ะฑั‹ะป ะฟะพะปะพะฝ ะฑะดะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะพัั‚ะธ. ะ’ ะฒะพะทะดัƒั…ะต ะฒะพะบั€ัƒะณ ะฝะธั… ะฒะธั‚ะฐะป ะทะฝะฐะบะพะผั‹ะน ะทะฐะฟะฐั… ะถะตะปะตะทะฐ, ะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะฝัะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัั‚ะพั‚ ั‡ะตะปะพะฒะตะบ ั€ะฐะฝะตะฝ. ะ‘ะปะฐะณะพะดะฐั€ั ะผะฝะพะณะพะปะตั‚ะฝะตะผัƒ ะพะฑัƒั‡ะตะฝะธัŽ ะธ ะพะฟั‹ั‚ัƒ ะฒั€ะฐั‡ะฐ, ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะผะพะณะปะฐ ัะพั…ั€ะฐะฝะธั‚ัŒ ัะฟะพะบะพะนัั‚ะฒะธะต. ะ—ะฐั‚ะตะผ ะพะฝะฐ ะผะตะดะปะตะฝะฝะพ ัะพะณะฝัƒะปะฐ ะพะดะฝัƒ ะฝะพะณัƒ, ะฟะปะฐะฝะธั€ัƒั ะฐั‚ะฐะบะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝัƒ ะบะพะปะตะฝะพะผ. ะะพ ั‚ะพั‚ ะฒะธะดะตะป ะตั‘ ะฝะฐัะบะฒะพะทัŒ. ะšะฐะบ ั‚ะพะปัŒะบะพ ะพะฝ ะฟะพั‡ัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะป ะตั‘ ะดะฒะธะถะตะฝะธะต, ั‚ะพ ั ัะธะปะพะน ัะถะฐะป ะตั‘ ะฝะพะณะธ ะฒะผะตัั‚ะต ะธ ะฟั€ะธะถะฐะป ะบ ัั‚ะพะปัƒ ัะฒะพะธะผะธ ะผะพั‰ะฝั‹ะผะธ ะฑั‘ะดั€ะฐะผะธ. ะ’ะดั€ัƒะณ ะฒ ะบะพั€ะธะดะพั€ะต ะฟะพัะปั‹ัˆะฐะปัั ัˆัƒะผ ัˆะฐะณะพะฒ. ะžะฝะธ ะฝะฐะฟั€ะฐะฒะปัะปะธััŒ ะฟั€ัะผะพ ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ัƒ ะพั‚ะดั‹ั…ะฐ ะฟะตั€ัะพะฝะฐะปะฐ. ยซะ‘ั‹ัั‚ั€ะตะต, ั ะฒะธะดะตะปะฐ, ะบะฐะบ ะพะฝ ัˆั‘ะป ััŽะดะฐ!ยป ะ”ะพัั‚ะฐั‚ะพั‡ะฝะพ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะพะดะฝะพะณะพ ะบั€ะธะบะฐ ะพ ะฟะพะผะพั‰ะธ, ะธ ัั‚ะธ ะปัŽะดะธ ะฒะพั€ะฒะฐะปะธััŒ ะฑั‹ ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ัƒ. ะžั‚ั‡ะฐัะฒัˆะธััŒ, ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ะพะฟัƒัั‚ะธะป ะณะพะปะพะฒัƒ ะธ ะฟะพ**ะปะพะฒะฐะป ะšะฐะผะธะปะปัƒ. ะžะฝะฐ ัั‚ะฐะปะฐ ะฑะพั€ะพั‚ัŒัั ะธ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ัƒะดะธะฒะปะตะฝะฐ ั‚ะตะผ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัะผะพะณะปะฐ ะปะตะณะบะพ ะพั‚ั‚ะพะปะบะฝัƒั‚ัŒ ะตะณะพ. ะขะตะผ ะฑะพะปะตะต, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะต ะฝะต ัƒะณั€ะพะถะฐะป ะตะน ะฝ*ะถะพะผ. ะœั‹ัะปะธ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะธ ะทะฐะผะตั‚ะฐะปะธััŒ. ะ’ ัั‚ะพั‚ ะผะพะผะตะฝั‚ ั‚ะพั‚, ะบั‚ะพ ะฝะฐั…ะพะดะธะปัั ะฟะพ ั‚ัƒ ัั‚ะพั€ะพะฝัƒ ะดะฒะตั€ะธ, ัั…ะฒะฐั‚ะธะปัั ะทะฐ ั€ัƒั‡ะบัƒ. ะŸั€ะธะฝัะฒ ั€ะตัˆะตะฝะธะต, ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟั€ะธั‚ัะฝัƒะปะฐ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝัƒ ะบ ัะตะฑะต ะธ ะพะฑะฒะธะปะฐ ั€ัƒะบะฐะผะธ ะตะณะพ ัˆะตัŽ. ะะฐ ัั‚ะพั‚ ั€ะฐะท ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพ**ะปะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะตะณะพ. ยซะฏ ะผะพะณัƒ ะฒะฐะผ ะฟะพะผะพั‡ัŒยป, - ะฟั€ะพะฑะพั€ะผะพั‚ะฐะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะด ะฝะพั, ะฝะฐะดะตัััŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะตั‘ ัั‚ั€ะฐั… ะฝะต ะฑั‹ะป ะทะฐะผะตั‚ะตะฝ. ะœัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ัˆัƒะผะฝะพ ัะณะปะพั‚ะฝัƒะป. ะ•ะผัƒ ะฟะพั‚ั€ะตะฑะพะฒะฐะปะฐััŒ ัะตะบัƒะฝะดะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฟั€ะธะฝัั‚ัŒ ั€ะตัˆะตะฝะธะต, ะทะฐั‚ะตะผ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพั‡ัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะตะณะพ ะณะพั€ัั‡ะตะต ะดั‹ั…ะฐะฝะธะต ัƒ ัะฒะพะตะณะพ ัƒั…ะฐ: ยซะฏ ะฒะพะทัŒะผัƒ ะฝะฐ ัะตะฑั ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝะพัั‚ัŒ ะทะฐ ัั‚ะพยป. ะ•ะณะพ ะณะพะปะพั ะฑั‹ะป ะฝะธะทะบะธะผ ะธ ะฟั€ะธั‚ัะณะฐั‚ะตะปัŒะฝั‹ะผ. ะะพ ะพะฝ, ะฟะพั…ะพะถะต, ะฝะตะฟั€ะฐะฒะธะปัŒะฝะพ ะฟะพะฝัะป. ะžะฝะฐ ั…ะพั‚ะตะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฒัั‘ ัั‚ะพ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฟั€ะธั‚ะฒะพั€ัั‚ะฒะพะผ. ะžะฝ ะฝะต ะดะพะปะถะตะฝ ะฑั‹ะป ะฝะธ ะทะฐ ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฑั€ะฐั‚ัŒ ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝะพัั‚ัŒ. ะ’ ัะปะตะดัƒัŽั‰ัƒัŽ ัะตะบัƒะฝะดัƒ ะดะฒะตั€ัŒ ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ั€ะฐัะฟะฐั…ะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะธ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ั‚ัƒั‚ ะถะต ัะปะธะปะธััŒ ะฒ ะพั‡ะตั€ะตะดะฝะพะผ ะฟะพ**ะปัƒะต. ะะตัะผะพั‚ั€ั ะฝะฐ ะธั… ะทะฐั‚ั€ัƒะดะฝะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะพะต ะฟะพะปะพะถะตะฝะธะต, ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ะพะฑะฝะฐั€ัƒะถะธะป, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะตะณะพ ั‚ะตะปะพ ัั€ะตะฐะณะธั€ะพะฒะฐะปะพ ะฝะฐ ะทะฒัƒะบ. ะžะฝ ะผะพะณ ะฑั‹ ะฟะพั‚ะตั€ัั‚ัŒัั ะฒ ะฝั‘ะผ, ะตัะปะธ ะฑั‹ ะปัŽะดะธ ะทะฐ ะดะฒะตั€ัŒัŽ ะฝะต ะทะฐะณะพะฒะพั€ะธะปะธ. ยซะง*ั€ั‚ ะฒ*ะทัŒะผะธ! ะ”ะฐ ัั‚ะพ ะถะต ะฟั€ะพัั‚ะพ ั†**ัƒัŽั‰ะฐััั ะฟะฐั€ะพั‡ะบะฐ. ะงัƒะฒะฐะบ, ะพะฝะธ ะธ ะฒะฟั€ะฐะฒะดัƒ ะทะฐะฝะธะผะฐัŽั‚ัั ัั‚ะธะผ ะฒ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ะต. ะ˜ะผะตะนั‚ะต ั…ะพั‚ัŒ ะฝะตะผะฝะพะณะพ ะฟั€ะธะปะธั‡ะธั!ยป ะกะฒะตั‚ ะธะท ะบะพั€ะธะดะพั€ะฐ ะฟั€ะพะฝะธะบะฐะป ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ัƒ, ะพะฑะฝะฐะถะฐั ะฟะฐั€ัƒ. ะžะดะฝะฐะบะพ ั‚ะตะปะพ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝั‹ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะพะฑั…ะฒะฐั‡ะตะฝะพ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะพะน, ัะบั€ั‹ะฒะฐั ะตะณะพ ะปะธั†ะพ ะพั‚ ะปัŽะฑะพะฟั‹ั‚ะฝั‹ั… ะณะปะฐะท ะฝะตะทะฒะฐะฝั‹ั… ะณะพัั‚ะตะน. ยซะงั‚ะพ ะถ, ัั‚ะพ ั‚ะพั‡ะฝะพ ะฝะต ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน. ะญั‚ะพั‚ ัƒะฑะปัŽะดะพะบ ั‚ัะถะตะปะพ ั€ะฐะฝะตะฝ. ะะตะฒะฐะถะฝะพ, ะฝะฐัะบะพะปัŒะบะพ ัะพะฑะปะฐะทะฝะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะฐ ะถะตะฝั‰ะธะฝะฐ, ั ัะพะผะฝะตะฒะฐัŽััŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัƒ ะฝะตะณะพ ั…ะฒะฐั‚ะธั‚ ัะธะป ัะดะตะปะฐั‚ัŒ ั ะฝะตะน ั‡ั‚ะพ-ะฝะธะฑัƒะดัŒยป. ยซะะพ, ั‡ัƒะฒะฐะบ, ัั‚ะฐ ะถะตะฝั‰ะธะฝะฐ ะธะทะดะฐั‘ั‚ ะดะพะฒะพะปัŒะฝะพ ะฟั€ะธัั‚ะฝั‹ะต ะทะฒัƒะบะธ, ะฐ?ยป ยซะ—ะฐั‚ะบะฝะธััŒ ะธ ะฟะพัˆะตะฒะตะปะธะฒะฐะนัั! ะะฐะผ ะฝัƒะถะฝะพ ะฝะฐะนั‚ะธ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั ะบะฐะบ ะผะพะถะฝะพ ัะบะพั€ะตะต, ะธะฝะฐั‡ะต ะผั‹ ะฟะพั‚ะตั€ัะตะผ ะณะพะปะพะฒั‹!ยป ะŸะพัะปั‹ัˆะฐะปัั ัˆะพั€ะพั… ะธ ั‚ะพะฟะพั‚ ะฝะพะณ, ะธ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝั‹ ะฑั€ะพัะธะปะธััŒ ะฟั€ะพั‡ัŒ, ะฐ ะดะฒะตั€ัŒ ะฒะตั€ะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ัะฒะพั‘ ะธัั…ะพะดะฝะพะต ะฟะพะปะพะถะตะฝะธะต. ะœัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ะทะฝะฐะป, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะตะณะพ ะฟั€ะตัะปะตะดะพะฒะฐั‚ะตะปะธ ัƒัˆะปะธ, ะฝะพ ะพัะพะทะฝะฐะฝะธะต ั‚ะพะณะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ั‚ะตะฟะตั€ัŒ ะพะฝะธ ะพัั‚ะฐะปะธััŒ ะพะดะฝะธ, ะฟะพะดะตะนัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะปะพ ะฝะฐ ะตะณะพ ัะฐะผะพะพะฑะปะฐะดะฐะฝะธะต. ะžะฝ ะฟั€ะพัั‚ะพ ัะพั€ะฒะฐะปัั, ะธ ะฝะตะพะถะธะดะฐะฝะฝะฐั ะฒะพะปะฝะฐ ะฟ**ะพั‚ะธ ะทะฐั…ะปะตัั‚ะฝัƒะปะฐ ะตะณะพ. ะญั‚ะพั‚ ะฟะพั‚ะพะบ ะถะต**ะฝะธั ะฝะต ะพะฑะพัˆั‘ะป ัั‚ะพั€ะพะฝะพะน ะธ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปัƒ. ะ’ะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพ, ะดะตะปะพ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฒ ะธั… ะฑะปะธะทะพัั‚ะธ, ะธะปะธ ะฒ ั‚ะพะผ, ะบะฐะบ ะธะฝั‚ะธะผะฝะพ ะพะฝะธ ะบะฐัะฐะปะธััŒ ะดั€ัƒะณ ะดั€ัƒะณะฐ, ะฐ ะผะพะถะตั‚ ะฑั‹ั‚ัŒ, ะฒะพ ะฒะฝะตะทะฐะฟะฝะพะผ ะฟั€ะธะปะธะฒะต ะฐะดั€ะตะฝะฐะปะธะฝะฐ, ะฝะพ ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะฒะตั€ั…ะฝะพัั‚ัŒ ะฟะพะดะฝัะปะฐััŒ ะฑัƒะฝั‚ะฐั€ัะบะฐั ะถะธะปะบะฐ, ะพ ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะพะน ะพะฝะฐ ะดะฐะถะต ะฝะต ะฟะพะดะพะทั€ะตะฒะฐะปะฐ. ะ”ะพ ัั‚ะพะณะพ ะผะพะผะตะฝั‚ะฐ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะถะธะปะฐ ัะตั€ะพะน ะพะดะฝะพะพะฑั€ะฐะทะฝะพะน ะถะธะทะฝัŒัŽ, ะฒัะตะณะดะฐ ะฟะพะดั‡ะธะฝััััŒ ะฟั€ะฐะฒะธะปะฐะผ ะธ ะฟะปะฐะฝะฐะผ, ัƒัั‚ะฐะฝะพะฒะปะตะฝะฝั‹ะผ ะดะปั ะฝะตั‘ ะดั€ัƒะณะธะผะธ. ะะฐ ัั‚ะพั‚ ั€ะฐะท - ั…ะพั‚ั ะฑั‹ ั€ะฐะท - ะพะฝะฐ ัะพะฑะธั€ะฐะปะฐััŒ ะฟะพะฑะฐะปะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ัะตะฑั. ะ”ะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะพั‚ะฑั€ะพัะธะปะฐ ัะฒะพะธ ะทะฐะฟั€ะตั‚ั‹ ะธ ะฟั€ะตะดะพัั‚ะฐะฒะธะปะฐ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะต ัะฒะพะฑะพะดัƒ ะดะตะนัั‚ะฒะธะน, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะพะฝ ะดะตะปะฐะป ะฒัั‘, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะทะฐั…ะพั‡ะตั‚. ะšะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะธ ะทะฐะบะพะฝั‡ะธะปะธ, ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ะฝะตะถะฝะพ ะฟะพั†ะตะปะพะฒะฐะป ะตั‘ ะฒ ั‰ั‘ะบัƒ. ยซะฏ ะฟั€ะธะดัƒ ะทะฐ ั‚ะพะฑะพะนยป, - ะฟั€ะพัˆะตะฟั‚ะฐะป ะพะฝ, ะฒ ะตะณะพ ะณะพะปะพัะต ะฒัั‘ ะตั‰ั‘ ัะปั‹ัˆะฐะปะธััŒ ะพั‚ะณะพะปะพัะบะธ ะฝะฐัะปะฐะถะดะตะฝะธั. ะ ะทะฐั‚ะตะผ ะพะฝ ัƒัˆั‘ะป, ั‚ะฐะบ ะถะต ะฒะฝะตะทะฐะฟะฝะพ, ะบะฐะบ ะธ ะฟั€ะธัˆั‘ะป. ะŸั€ะพัˆะปะพ ะฝะตะผะฐะปะพ ะฒั€ะตะผะตะฝะธ, ะฟั€ะตะถะดะต ั‡ะตะผ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะผะพะณะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝัั‚ัŒัั ะฝะฐ ะฝะพะณะธ. ะขะธัˆะธะฝัƒ ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ะต ะฝะฐั€ัƒัˆะธะป ะทะฒะพะฝะพะบ ะตั‘ ั‚ะตะปะตั„ะพะฝะฐ. ะžะฝะฐ ะพะณะปัะดะตะปะฐััŒ ะธ ะพะฑะฝะฐั€ัƒะถะธะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพะฝ ะปะตะถะธั‚ ะฝะฐ ะบั€ะฐัŽ ัั‚ะพะปะฐ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัั…ะฒะฐั‚ะธะปะฐ ั‚ะตะปะตั„ะพะฝ, ะฟะพะบะฐ ะพะฝ ะฝะต ัƒะฟะฐะป, ะธ ะฝะฐะถะฐะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะบะฝะพะฟะบัƒ ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะฐ. ยซะ”ะพะบั‚ะพั€! - ั€ะฐะทะดะฐะปัั ะฒะทะฒะพะปะฝะพะฒะฐะฝะฝั‹ะน ะณะพะปะพั. -ะ’ ั†ะตะฝั‚ั€ ะฝะตะพั‚ะปะพะถะฝะพะน ะฟะพะผะพั‰ะธ ั‚ะพะปัŒะบะพ ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฟั€ะธะฒะตะทะปะธ ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚ะฐ. ะžะฝ ะฟะพะฟะฐะป ะฒ ะฐะฒะฐั€ะธัŽ ะธ ะฟะพะปัƒั‡ะธะป ัะตั€ัŒั‘ะทะฝั‹ะต ั‚ั€ะฐะฒะผั‹. ะะฐะผ ะฝัƒะถะฝะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฒั‹ ะฝะตะผะตะดะปะตะฝะฝะพ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะธ ะตะผัƒ ะฟะพะผะพั‰ัŒ!ยป ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟั€ะพั‡ะธัั‚ะธะปะฐ ะณะพั€ะปะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะณะพะปะพั ะทะฒัƒั‡ะฐะป ั€ะพะฒะฝะพ: ยซะฅะพั€ะพัˆะพ, ั ะฑัƒะดัƒ ั‡ะตั€ะตะท ะผะธะฝัƒั‚ัƒยป. ะžะฝะฐ ะฟะพะปะพะถะธะปะฐ ั‚ั€ัƒะฑะบัƒ ะธ ะฝะฐะฟั€ะฐะฒะธะปะฐััŒ ะบ ะดะฒะตั€ะธ, ะฝะพ ะพัั‚ะฐะฝะพะฒะธะปะฐััŒ ะฝะฐ ะฟะพั€ะพะณะต. ะžะฝะฐ ะพะณะปัะดะตะปะฐ ัะตะฑั. ะžะฝะฐ ะธ ะฒะฟั€ะฐะฒะดัƒ ะทะฐะฝัะปะฐััŒ ั*ะบัะพะผ ั ะฝะตะทะฝะฐะบะพะผั†ะตะผ ะฒ ัะฒะพัŽ ะฑั€ะฐั‡ะฝัƒัŽ ะฝะพั‡ัŒ. ะญั‚ะพ ะฑั‹ะป ัะฐะผั‹ะน ะฒะพะทะผัƒั‚ะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝั‹ะน ะฟะพัั‚ัƒะฟะพะบ ะฒ ะตั‘ ะถะธะทะฝะธ! ะะพ ัะตะนั‡ะฐั ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฝะต ะฒั€ะตะผั ะฟั€ะฐะทะดะฝะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ัะฒะพะน ะฟะพัั‚ัƒะฟะพะบ ะธะปะธ ั€ะฐะทะผั‹ัˆะปัั‚ัŒ ะพ ะตะณะพ ะฟะพัะปะตะดัั‚ะฒะธัั…. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟั€ะธะฒะตะปะฐ ัะตะฑั ะฒ ะฟะพั€ัะดะพะบ ะธ ะพั‚ะฟั€ะฐะฒะธะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ั†ะตะฝั‚ั€ ัะบัั‚ั€ะตะฝะฝะพะน ะฟะพะผะพั‰ะธ. ะ’ะตััŒ ะพัั‚ะฐั‚ะพะบ ะฝะพั‡ะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะทะฐะฝัั‚ะฐ ั€ะฐะฑะพั‚ะพะน. ะšะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั† ะพัะฒะพะฑะพะดะธะปะฐััŒ, ัƒะถะต ะฑะปะธะทะธะปัั ั€ะฐััะฒะตั‚. ะ’ะตั€ะฝัƒะฒัˆะธััŒ ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ัƒ ะพั‚ะดั‹ั…ะฐ ะฟะตั€ัะพะฝะฐะปะฐ, ะพะฝะฐ ะพะฑะฝะฐั€ัƒะถะธะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ะต ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฒัั‘ ั‚ะฐะบ ะถะต ะณั€ัะทะฝะพ. ะ ัƒะบะธ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะธ ัะถะฐะปะธััŒ ะฒ ะบัƒะปะฐะบะธ, ะฐ ะฒ ะณะพะปะพะฒะต ะฟั€ะพะฝะตัะปะธััŒ ะฒะพัะฟะพะผะธะฝะฐะฝะธั ะพ ะฑัƒั€ะฝะพะผ ะฟั€ะพัˆะปะพะน ะฝะพั‡ัŒัŽ. ยซะกะฟะฐัะธะฑะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฟะพะดะผะตะฝะธะปะฐ ะผะตะฝั, ะดะพะบั‚ะพั€ ะŸะตั‚ั€ะพะฒะฐยป, - ะบะพะปะปะตะณะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปั‹, ะฏะฝะฐ ะะณะฐั„ะพะฝะพะฒะฐ, ะฒะพัˆะปะฐ ั ะฑะปะฐะณะพะดะฐั€ะฝะพะน ัƒะปั‹ะฑะบะพะน. ะขะฐ ะฒั‹ะดะฐะฒะธะปะฐ ะธะท ัะตะฑั ัƒะปั‹ะฑะบัƒ: ยซะŸะพะถะฐะปัƒะนัั‚ะฐยป. ยซะ”ะฐะปัŒัˆะต ั ัะฟั€ะฐะฒะปัŽััŒ ัะฐะผะฐ. ะขะตะฑะต ัะปะตะดัƒะตั‚ ะฒะตั€ะฝัƒั‚ัŒัั ะธ ะฝะตะผะฝะพะณะพ ะพั‚ะดะพั…ะฝัƒั‚ัŒ, - ะฏะฝะฐ ะฟะพัะผะพั‚ั€ะตะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะฑัƒะผะฐะณะธ, ั€ะฐะทะฑั€ะพัะฐะฝะฝั‹ะต ะฟะพ ะฟะพะปัƒ, ะธ ะฟั€ะธะฟะพะดะฝัะปะฐ ะฑั€ะพะฒะธ. - ะงั‚ะพ ะทะดะตััŒ ะฟั€ะพะธะทะพัˆะปะพ? ะŸะพั‡ะตะผัƒ ะฒัั‘ ะฒะฐะปัะตั‚ัั ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะปัƒ?ยป ะšะฐะผะธะปะฐ ะฒ ะฟะฐะฝะธะบะต ะพั‚ะฒะตะปะฐ ะณะปะฐะทะฐ ะธ ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะธะปะฐ: ยซะžะน, ั ัะปัƒั‡ะฐะนะฝะพ ัƒั€ะพะฝะธะปะฐ ะธั…. ะŸะพะถะฐะปัƒะนัั‚ะฐ, ะฟั€ะธะฑะตั€ะธััŒ ะทะดะตััŒ. ะฏ ัƒัั‚ะฐะปะฐ, ะฟะพัั‚ะพะผัƒ ะฟะพะนะดัƒยป. ะฏะฝะต ะฟะพะบะฐะทะฐะปัั ัั‚ั€ะฐะฝะฝั‹ะผ ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปั‹, ะฝะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ะฟั€ะธะดะฐะปะฐ ัั‚ะพะผัƒ ะทะฝะฐั‡ะตะฝะธั. ะžะฝะธ ะฟะพะฟั€ะพั‰ะฐะปะธััŒ, ะธ ะถะตะฝั‰ะธะฝะฐ ะฟั€ะธะฝัะปะฐััŒ ัะพะฑะธั€ะฐั‚ัŒ ั€ะฐะทะฑั€ะพัะฐะฝะฝั‹ะต ะฒะตั‰ะธ. ะžะฝะฐ ะตะดะฒะฐ ัƒัะฟะตะปะฐ ะฝะฐั‡ะฐั‚ัŒ, ะบะฐะบ ะฒ ะดะฒะตั€ัั… ะฟะพัะฒะธะปัั ัะฐะผ ะดะธั€ะตะบั‚ะพั€ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹, ะฐ ะทะฐ ะฝะธะผ - ะฟะพะผะพั‰ะฝะธะบ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั. ะ“ะปะฐะฒะฐ 2 ะงัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะพ ะฒะธะฝั‹ ยซะญั‚ะพ ะฒั€ะฐั‡, ะดะตะถัƒั€ะธะฒัˆะฐั ะฒั‡ะตั€ะฐ ะฒะตั‡ะตั€ะพะผ, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะดะธั€ะตะบั‚ะพั€ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹. - ะ”ะพะบั‚ะพั€ ะฏะฝะฐ ะะณะฐั„ะพะฝะพะฒะฐยป. ะััะธัั‚ะตะฝั‚ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั, ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะžั€ะปะพะฒ, ะฒะพัˆั‘ะป ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ัƒ ะธ ะฟะพัะผะพั‚ั€ะตะป ะฝะฐ ั‚ะฐะฑะปะธั‡ะบัƒ ั ะธะผะตะฝะตะผ ะฝะฐ ะปะฐะฑะพั€ะฐั‚ะพั€ะฝะพะผ ั…ะฐะปะฐั‚ะต ะฏะฝั‹. ยซะŸะพะนะดั‘ะผั‚ะต ัะพ ะผะฝะพะนยป. ะฏะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฒ ะทะฐะผะตัˆะฐั‚ะตะปัŒัั‚ะฒะต. ยซะšัƒะดะฐ ะผั‹ ะธะดั‘ะผ?ยป ะะพ ะดะธั€ะตะบั‚ะพั€ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹ ะฝะต ะทะฐั…ะพั‚ะตะป ะพั‚ะฒะตั‡ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฝะฐ ะตั‘ ะฒะพะฟั€ะพั. ะžะฝ ั ัะธะปะพะน ะฟะพั‚ัะฝัƒะป ะตั‘ ะทะฐ ั€ัƒะบัƒ ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะป: ยซะŸั€ะพัั‚ะพ ะฟะพะนะดั‘ะผั‚ะต. ะะต ะทะฐัั‚ะฐะฒะปัะนั‚ะต ะณะพัะฟะพะดะธะฝะฐ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒะฐ ะถะดะฐั‚ัŒยป. ะ’ัะบะพั€ะต ะพะฝะฐ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ะบะฐะฑะธะฝะตั‚ะต ะดะธั€ะตะบั‚ะพั€ะฐ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹. ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ัะธะดะตะป ะฝะฐ ะดะธะฒะฐะฝะต, ะตะณะพ ั…ัƒะดะพั‰ะฐะฒะพะต ะธ ะผัƒัะบัƒะปะธัั‚ะพะต ั‚ะตะปะพ ะพั‚ะบะธะฝัƒะปะพััŒ ะฝะฐะทะฐะด ะฒ ะฝะตะฟั€ะธะฝัƒะถะดั‘ะฝะฝะพะน ะฟะพะทะต, ะฐ ะดะปะธะฝะฝั‹ะต ะฝะพะณะธ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ัะบั€ะตั‰ะตะฝั‹ ะฟะตั€ะตะด ะฝะธะผ. ะัƒะถะฝะพ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะธะผะตั‚ัŒ ะพัั‚ั€ั‹ะน ะณะปะฐะท ะธ ะฟั€ะธัะผะพั‚ั€ะตั‚ัŒัั ะฟะพะฒะฝะธะผะฐั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะตะต, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฟะพะฝัั‚ัŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะตะณะพ ะณัƒะฑั‹ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฑะปะตะดะฝะตะต ะพะฑั‹ั‡ะฝะพะณะพ. ะš ัั‡ะฐัั‚ัŒัŽ, ั€ะตะทะบะธะน ะทะฐะฟะฐั… ะดะตะทะธะฝั„ะธั†ะธั€ัƒัŽั‰ะตะณะพ ัั€ะตะดัั‚ะฒะฐ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะผ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฟั€ะพะฟะธั‚ะฐะฝั‹ ัั‚ะตะฝั‹ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹, ัะบั€ั‹ะฒะฐะป ะทะฐะฟะฐั… ะบ**ะฒะธ ะฝะฐ ะตะณะพ ะบะพะถะต. ะžะฝ ะฑั‹ะป ะพะดะตั‚ ะฒ ั‡ะธัั‚ั‹ะน ั‡ั‘ั€ะฝั‹ะน ะบะพัั‚ัŽะผ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะน ั‚ะฐะบะถะต ะฟะพะผะพะณ ัะบั€ั‹ั‚ัŒ ะบั€ะฐัะฝั‹ะต ะฟัั‚ะฝะฐ, ะฒ ะฟั€ะพั‚ะธะฒะฝะพะผ ัะปัƒั‡ะฐะต ะฒัั‚ั€ะตะฒะพะถะธะฒัˆะธะต ะฑั‹ ะฒัะตั… ะพะบั€ัƒะถะฐัŽั‰ะธั…. ะ’ ะตะณะพ ะฒั‹ั€ะฐะถะตะฝะธะธ ะปะธั†ะฐ ั‡ัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐััŒ ะถั‘ัั‚ะบะพัั‚ัŒ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะฐั ั‚ะฐะบ ะธ ะณะพะฒะพั€ะธะปะฐ, ะฑัƒะดั‚ะพ ะพะฝ ะฟะพะฑั‹ะฒะฐะป ะฒ ัะฐะผะพะผ ะฐะดัƒ, ะธ ั‡ั‚ะพ ั ะฝะธะผ ะฝะต ัั‚ะพะธั‚ ัˆัƒั‚ะธั‚ัŒ. ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะฟะพะดะพัˆั‘ะป ะบ ะดะธะฒะฐะฝัƒ ะธ ะฝะฐะบะปะพะฝะธะปัั ะฟะพะฑะปะธะถะต, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฟั€ะพัˆะตะฟั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธัŽ ะฝะฐ ัƒั…ะพ: ยซะ’ะธะดะตะพะทะฐะฟะธัะธ ั ะบะฐะผะตั€ ะฝะฐะฑะปัŽะดะตะฝะธั ะฟั€ะพัˆะปะพะน ะฝะพั‡ะธ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฝะฐะผะตั€ะตะฝะฝะพ ะฟะพะดะดะตะปะฐะฝั‹, ัะบะพั€ะตะต ะฒัะตะณะพ, ัั‚ะพ ัะดะตะปะฐะปะธ ะฒะฐัˆะธ ะฝะฐะฟะฐะดะฐะฒัˆะธะต. ะžะฝะธ ะฟะพะดั‡ะธัั‚ะธะปะธ ัะปะตะดั‹ ะธ ัƒะฑั€ะฐะปะธ ะฒัะต ะฒะพะทะผะพะถะฝั‹ะต ัƒะปะธะบะธ. ะญั‚ะพ ะดะพะบั‚ะพั€ ะฏะฝะฐ ะะณะฐั„ะพะฝะพะฒะฐ, ะดะตะถัƒั€ะธะฒัˆะฐั ะฟั€ะพัˆะปะพะน ะฝะพั‡ัŒัŽ. ะ”ะธั€ะตะบั‚ะพั€ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹ ัะฐะผ ะฟะพะดั‚ะฒะตั€ะดะธะป ัั‚ะพ. ะฏ ั‚ะฐะบะถะต ะฟะตั€ะตะฟั€ะพะฒะตั€ะธะป ะทะฐะฟะธัะธ. ะญั‚ะพ ะดะตะนัั‚ะฒะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะพ ะพะฝะฐยป. ะขะพะปัŒะบะพ ั‚ะพะณะดะฐ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ะฟะพะดะฝัะป ะณะปะฐะทะฐ. ะฃ ะฏะฝั‹ ั€ะตะทะบะพ ะฟะตั€ะตั…ะฒะฐั‚ะธะปะพ ะดั‹ั…ะฐะฝะธะต ะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะฝัะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฟะตั€ะตะด ะฝะตะน ัะฐะผ ะฑะพัั ะบะพั€ะฟะพั€ะฐั†ะธะธ ยซะŸะฐั€ะฐะผะฐัƒะฝั‚ยป. ยซะ’ั‹ ั‚ะพั‚ ั‡ะตะปะพะฒะตะบ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะน ะฟะพะผะพะณ ะผะฝะต ะฟั€ะพัˆะปะพะน ะฝะพั‡ัŒัŽ?ยป - ัะฟั€ะพัะธะป ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน, ะพะณะปัะดั‹ะฒะฐั ะตั‘ ั ะณะพะปะพะฒั‹ ะดะพ ะฝะพะณ. ะฏะฝะฐ ั‚ัƒั‚ ะถะต ะฟั€ะธะณะฝัƒะปะฐ ะณะพะปะพะฒัƒ, ะฝะต ั€ะตัˆะฐัััŒ ะฒัั‚ั€ะตั‚ะธั‚ัŒัั ั ะณั€ะพะทะฝั‹ะผ ะฒะทะณะปัะดะพะผ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝั‹. ยซะ”ะฐ... ะญ-ัั‚ะพ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ัยป, - ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ัะพะฒัะตะผ ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐะปะฐ, ะพ ั‡ั‘ะผ ะธะดั‘ั‚ ั€ะตั‡ัŒ, ะฝะพ ะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฒ ะตั‘ ะธะฝั‚ะตั€ะตัะฐั… ะฒะพะนั‚ะธ ะฒ ะดะพะฒะตั€ะธะต ะบ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธัŽ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒัƒ. ะ’ั‹ะณะพะดะฐ ะฝะต ะทะฐัั‚ะฐะฒะธั‚ ัะตะฑั ะถะดะฐั‚ัŒ. ะขะฐะบ ัะปัƒั‡ะธะปะพััŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฒ ะฆะตะฝั‚ั€ะฐะปัŒะฝะพะผ ะฒะพะตะฝะฝะพะผ ะณะพัะฟะธั‚ะฐะปะต ัะพะฑะธั€ะฐะปะธััŒ ะพั‚ะพะฑั€ะฐั‚ัŒ ะบะฐะฝะดะธะดะฐั‚ะพะฒ ะดะปั ะฟั€ะพั…ะพะถะดะตะฝะธั ะฟั€ะฐะบั‚ะธะบะธ. ะ˜ ั…ะพั‚ั ัั‚ะพ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะพะฑะพะทะฝะฐั‡ะตะฝะพ ะบะฐะบ ั‚ะฐะบะพะฒะพะต, ะฒัะต ะฒ ัั‚ะพะน ะพั‚ั€ะฐัะปะธ ะทะฝะฐะปะธ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะธะฝั‚ะตั€ะฝั‹ ะฒ ะบะพะฝะตั‡ะฝะพะผ ะธั‚ะพะณะต ะฑัƒะดัƒั‚ ะฟั€ะธะฝัั‚ั‹ ะฝะฐ ั€ะฐะฑะพั‚ัƒ ะธ ะดะพะถะธะฒัƒั‚ ะดะพ ะบะพะฝั†ะฐ ัะฒะพะตะน ะบะฐั€ัŒะตั€ั‹ ะฒ ัั‚ะพะผ ัƒั‡ั€ะตะถะดะตะฝะธะธ. ะ•ัะปะธ ัƒะถ ะฝะฐ ั‚ะพ ะฟะพัˆะปะพ, ะฆะตะฝั‚ั€ะฐะปัŒะฝั‹ะน ะฒะพะตะฝะฝั‹ะน ะณะพัะฟะธั‚ะฐะปัŒ ะธะผะตะป ะดะพัั‚ัƒะฟ ะบ ั€ะตััƒั€ัะฐะผ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะต ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฝะฐะผะฝะพะณะพ ะปัƒั‡ัˆะต, ั‡ะตะผ ะฒ ัั‚ะพะน ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ะต. ะฏะฝะฐ ะฟะปะฐะฝะธั€ะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะฟะพะดั€ัƒะถะธั‚ัŒัั ั ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะตะผ ะฒ ะฝะฐะดะตะถะดะต ะธัะฟะพะปัŒะทะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ะตะณะพ ัะฒัะทะธ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฟะพะฟะฐัั‚ัŒ ะฒ ะปัƒั‡ัˆัƒัŽ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ัƒ. ยซะฏ ะผะพะณัƒ ะบะพะผะฟะตะฝัะธั€ะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ั‚ะตะฑะต ะฒัะตะผ, ั‡ะตะผ ั‚ั‹ ะทะฐั…ะพั‡ะตัˆัŒ, ะดะฐะถะต ะฑั€ะฐะบะพะผยป, - ะฒะฝะตะทะฐะฟะฝะพ ะฟั€ะตั€ะฒะฐะป ะตั‘ ะผั‹ัะปะธ ั…ะพะปะพะดะฝั‹ะน ะณะพะปะพั ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั. ะ•ะณะพ ะปะธั†ะพ ะพัั‚ะฐะฒะฐะปะพััŒ ะพั‚ัั‚ั€ะฐะฝั‘ะฝะฝั‹ะผ, ะฝะพ ะผั‹ัะปัŒ ะพ ะฒั‡ะตั€ะฐัˆะฝะตะน ะฝะพั‡ะธ ัะผัะณั‡ะธะปะฐ ะถั‘ัั‚ะบัƒัŽ ะปะธะฝะธัŽ ะตะณะพ ั€ั‚ะฐ. ยซะงั‚ะพ ะถ... ะฏ...ยป - ัั‚ะพ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฝะฐัั‚ะพะปัŒะบะพ ะฝะตะพะถะธะดะฐะฝะฝะพ, ั‡ะตะผ ะฏะฝะฐ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ัะตะฑะต ะฟั€ะตะดัั‚ะฐะฒะธั‚ัŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพะฝะฐ ั ั‚ั€ัƒะดะพะผ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะพะฑั€ะฐั‚ัŒ ัะปะพะฒะฐ. ยซะŸั€ะธั…ะพะดะธ ะบะพ ะผะฝะต, ะบะฐะบ ั‚ะพะปัŒะบะพ ะฟั€ะธะผะตัˆัŒ ั€ะตัˆะตะฝะธะตยป, - ะฒัั‚ะฐะป ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ะธ ะถะตัั‚ะพะผ ะฟะพะฟั€ะพัะธะป ะ”ะตะฝะธัะฐ ะดะฐั‚ัŒ ะตะน ัะฒะพะน ะบะพะฝั‚ะฐะบั‚ะฝั‹ะน ั‚ะตะปะตั„ะพะฝ. ะ”ะธั€ะตะบั‚ะพั€ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹ ะฟะพัะฟะตัˆะธะป ะธ ะฟั€ะตะดะปะพะถะธะป ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธัŽ ะฟั€ะพะฒะพะดะธั‚ัŒ ะตะณะพ ะบ ะฒั‹ั…ะพะดัƒ. ยซะ’ ัั‚ะพะผ ะฝะตั‚ ะฝะตะพะฑั…ะพะดะธะผะพัั‚ะธยป, - ะพั‚ะบะฐะทะฐะปัั ั‚ะพั‚, ะธ ะฒัั‘ ะตะณะพ ะฟะพะฒะตะดะตะฝะธะต ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ัั‚ะฐะปะพ ั…ะพะปะพะดะฝั‹ะผ. ะ—ะฐั‚ะตะผ ะพะฝ ะพัั‚ะฐะฝะพะฒะธะปัั, ะบะฐะบ ะฑัƒะดั‚ะพ ะตะณะพ ะบะพะต-ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพัะตะฝะธะปะพ. ะžะฝ ะพะฑะตั€ะฝัƒะปัั ะบ ะดะธั€ะตะบั‚ะพั€ัƒ ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะป: ยซะŸะพะถะฐะปัƒะนัั‚ะฐ, ะฟะพะทะฐะฑะพั‚ัŒั‚ะตััŒ ะพ ะฝะตะนยป. ยซะšะพะฝะตั‡ะฝะพยป, - ะทะฐะฒะตั€ะธะป ะตะณะพ ะดะธั€ะตะบั‚ะพั€ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹ ั ะฒะตะถะปะธะฒะพะน ัƒะปั‹ะฑะบะพะน. ะฃะฑะตะดะธะฒัˆะธััŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพะฝะธ ะฝะฐั…ะพะดัั‚ัั ะฒะฝะต ะฟั€ะตะดะตะปะพะฒ ัะปั‹ัˆะธะผะพัั‚ะธ, ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะฟะพะดะพัˆั‘ะป ะบ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธัŽ. ยซะะฐั‡ะฐะปัŒะฝะธะบ, - ะพะฑั€ะฐั‚ะธะปัั ะพะฝ ั‚ะธั…ะธะผ, ะฝะพ ะฝะฐัั‚ะพัั‚ะตะปัŒะฝั‹ะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ, - ะฒั‹ ะฒะตะดัŒ ัƒะถะต ะถะตะฝะฐั‚ั‹. ะฏ ะฝะต ะดัƒะผะฐัŽ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฑั€ะฐะบ ัะฒะปัะตั‚ัั ะฟั€ะธะตะผะปะตะผั‹ะผ ะฒะฐั€ะธะฐะฝั‚ะพะผ ะดะปั ะณะพัะฟะพะถะธ ะะณะฐั„ะพะฝะพะฒะพะน. ะ’ะฐะผ ัะปะตะดัƒะตั‚ ะพั‚ะบะฐะทะฐั‚ัŒัั ะพั‚ ัั‚ะพะณะพ ะฟั€ะตะดะปะพะถะตะฝะธัยป. ะ“ัƒะฑั‹ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั ะดั‘ั€ะฝัƒะปะธััŒ ะฟั€ะธ ัƒะฟะพะผะธะฝะฐะฝะธะธ ะพ ะตะณะพ ะฑั€ะฐะบะต, ะฐ ะปะธั†ะพ ะตั‰ั‘ ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะต ะฟะพะผั€ะฐั‡ะฝะตะปะพ, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝ ะฟะพะดัƒะผะฐะป ะพ ะถะตะฝั‰ะธะฝะต, ะฝะฐ ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะพะน ะตะณะพ ะทะฐัั‚ะฐะฒะธะปะธ ะถะตะฝะธั‚ัŒัั. ยซะขะตะฑะต ั‡ั‚ะพ, ะถะธั‚ัŒ ะฝะฐะดะพะตะปะพ?ยป - ะฟั€ะธะณั€ะพะทะธะป ะพะฝ ัะฒะพะตะผัƒ ะฟะพะผะพั‰ะฝะธะบัƒ. ะขะพั‚ ะฟะพะฝัะป, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ั‚ะพ, ั‡ะตะณะพ ะฝะต ัะปะตะดะพะฒะฐะปะพ, ะธ ั‚ัƒั‚ ะถะต ะทะฐะดั€ะพะถะฐะป. ะ’ ัั‚ะพั‚ ะผะพะผะตะฝั‚ ะพะฝ ะฝะต ะทะฝะฐะป, ะบั‚ะพ ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะต ะฒัะตะณะพ ะทะปะธั‚ ะตะณะพ ะฑะพััะฐ - ะฝะพะฒะฐั ะฝะตะฒะตัั‚ะฐ ะธะปะธ ั‡ะตะปะพะฒะตะบ, ัั‚ะพัั‰ะธะน ะทะฐ ะฒั‡ะตั€ะฐัˆะฝะธะผ ะฝะฐะฟะฐะดะตะฝะธะตะผ. ะขะตะผ ะฒั€ะตะผะตะฝะตะผ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒะตั€ะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ะฝะฐ ะฒะธะปะปัƒ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ัƒัŽ ะดะพะปะถะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะดะตะปะธั‚ัŒ ั ะผัƒะถะตะผ. ะญะบะพะฝะพะผะบะฐ ัั€ะตะดะฝะธั… ะปะตั‚, ะ’ะธะบั‚ะพั€ะธั ะ ะพะผะฐะฝะพะฒะฐ, ะฒัั‚ั€ะตั‚ะธะปะฐ ะตั‘ ะฒ ั„ะพะนะต, ะฝะฐ ะตั‘ ะปะธั†ะต ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฝะฐะฟะธัะฐะฝะพ ะฑะตัะฟะพะบะพะนัั‚ะฒะพ. ยซะŸะพั‡ะตะผัƒ ะฒะฐั ะฝะต ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฒั‡ะตั€ะฐ ะฒะตั‡ะตั€ะพะผ, ะณะพัะฟะพะถะฐ?ยป ยซะฏ ะดะพะปะถะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะผะตะฝะธั‚ัŒ ะบะพะปะปะตะณัƒยป, - ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะธะปะฐ ั‚ะฐ. ะ•ั‘ ะณะปะฐะทะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฟะพะบั€ะฐัะฝะตะฒัˆะธะผะธ ะธ ัะปะตะทะธะปะธััŒ ะพั‚ ัƒัั‚ะฐะปะพัั‚ะธ. ะฃะฒะธะดะตะฒ ัั‚ะพ, ะ’ะธะบั‚ะพั€ะธั ั€ะตัˆะธะปะฐ ะฝะต ะฝะฐัั‚ะฐะธะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ะฝะฐ ัะฒะพั‘ะผ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝัะปะฐััŒ ะฝะฐะฒะตั€ั… ะธ ะฟะพะณั€ัƒะทะธะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ะฒะฐะฝะฝัƒ. ะ•ั‘ ะผั‹ัะปะธ ะฝะตะฒะพะปัŒะฝะพ ะฒะตั€ะฝัƒะปะธััŒ ะบ ะฟั€ะตะดั‹ะดัƒั‰ะตะน ะฝะพั‡ะธ, ะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพั‡ัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ, ะบะฐะบ ะตั‘ ั‰ั‘ะบะธ ะฝะฐั‡ะฐะปะธ ะณะพั€ะตั‚ัŒ. ะžะฝะฐ ะฒะทะดะพั…ะฝัƒะปะฐ ะธ ะฟะพะณั€ัƒะทะธะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ะฒะพะดัƒ, ะบะฐะบ ะฑั‹ ัะฟะฐัะฐัััŒ ะพั‚ ั‚ั€ะตะฒะพะถะฝั‹ั… ะฒะพัะฟะพะผะธะฝะฐะฝะธะน. ะ•ั‘ ั‡ัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะฐ ะฟะพ ัั‚ะพะผัƒ ะฟะพะฒะพะดัƒ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ัะผะตัˆะฐะฝะฝั‹ะผะธ, ะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ั ั‡ะตะณะพ ะฝะฐั‡ะฐั‚ัŒ. ะžะฝะฐ ะดะฐะถะต ะฝะต ะฟั€ะตะดัั‚ะฐะฒะปัะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัั‚ะพ ะฑั‹ะป ะทะฐ ั‡ะตะปะพะฒะตะบ. ะ‘ะพะปะตะต ั‚ะพะณะพ, ะพะฝะฐ ั‚ะตะฟะตั€ัŒ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะทะฐะผัƒะถะตะผ. ะžั‚ ัั‚ะพะน ะผั‹ัะปะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพั‡ัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะฒะธะฝัƒ. ะะตัะผะพั‚ั€ั ะฝะฐ ะพะฑัั‚ะพัั‚ะตะปัŒัั‚ะฒะฐ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะต ะฟั€ะธะฒะตะปะธ ะธั… ะบ ะฝั‹ะฝะตัˆะฝะตะผัƒ ะฟะพะปะพะถะตะฝะธัŽ, ั„ะฐะบั‚ ะพัั‚ะฐะฒะฐะปัั ั„ะฐะบั‚ะพะผ: ะพะฝะฐ ะธ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ัะฒะปััŽั‚ัั ะผัƒะถะตะผ ะธ ะถะตะฝะพะน. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒั‹ัˆะปะฐ ะธะท ะฒะฐะฝะฝั‹, ะพะดะตะปะฐััŒ ะธ ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ะฟั€ะธะณะพั‚ะพะฒะธะปะฐััŒ ะบ ะฒั‹ั…ะพะดัƒ. ะšะฐะบ ั‚ะพะปัŒะบะพ ะพะฝะฐ ัะฟัƒัั‚ะธะปะฐััŒ ะฒะฝะธะท, ะ’ะธะบั‚ะพั€ะธั ั‚ัƒั‚ ะถะต ะทะฐััƒะตั‚ะธะปะฐััŒ ะฒะพะบั€ัƒะณ ะฝะตั‘: ยซะ’ั‹ ะพะฟัั‚ัŒ ัƒั…ะพะดะธั‚ะต ั‚ะฐะบ ัะบะพั€ะพ? ะŸะพั‡ะตะผัƒ ะฑั‹ ะฒะฐะผ ัะฝะฐั‡ะฐะปะฐ ะฝะต ะฟะพะทะฐะฒั‚ั€ะฐะบะฐั‚ัŒ?ยป ะขะฐ ะฟะพัะผะพั‚ั€ะตะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะฒั€ะตะผั. ยซะะตั‚, ั ะพะฟะพะทะดะฐัŽ ะฝะฐ ั€ะฐะฑะพั‚ัƒยป. ะ’ะธะบั‚ะพั€ะธั ะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒั€ะฐั‡, ะฟะพัั‚ะพะผัƒ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะดะปั ัั‚ะพะน ะผะพะปะพะดะพะน ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะธ ัะฒะปัะตั‚ัั ะฝะพั€ะผะพะน ะฟั€ะพะฒะพะดะธั‚ัŒ ะฝะฐ ั€ะฐะฑะพั‚ะต ะฝะตัƒะผะตั€ะตะฝะฝะพะต ะบะพะปะธั‡ะตัั‚ะฒะพ ะฒั€ะตะผะตะฝะธ. ะขะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟั€ะพั‚ัะฝัƒะปะฐ ะตะน ัั‚ะฐะบะฐะฝ ะผะพะปะพะบะฐ: ยซะ’ั‹ะฟะตะนั‚ะต ั…ะพั‚ั ะฑั‹ ัั‚ะพ. ะžัั‚ะพั€ะพะถะฝะพ, ะพะฝะพ ะณะพั€ัั‡ะตะตยป. ยซะกะฟะฐัะธะฑะพยป, - ั‚ะธั…ะพ ะฟั€ะพะธะทะฝะตัะปะฐ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ, ัะพะณั€ะตั‚ะฐั ะทะฐะฑะพั‚ะพะน ัะบะพะฝะพะผะบะธ. ยซะะต ะทะฐ ั‡ั‚ะพยป, - ะปัŽะฑะตะทะฝะพ ัƒะปั‹ะฑะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ัะบะพะฝะพะผะบะฐ. ะ’ะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพ, ัั‚ะพั‚ ะฑั€ะฐะบ ะธ ะฑั‹ะป ะฒั‹ะฝัƒะถะดะตะฝะฝั‹ะผ, ะฝะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะดะพัั‚ะฐั‚ะพั‡ะฝะพ ั…ะพั€ะพัˆะพ ะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฝะตะปัŒะทั ัะผะพั‚ั€ะตั‚ัŒ ะฝะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปัƒ ัะฒั‹ัะพะบะฐ. ะ”ะฐะถะต ะฑะตะท ั‚ะธั‚ัƒะปะฐ ะถะตะฝั‹ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ - ะฟั€ะพั„ะตััะธะพะฝะฐะปัŒะฝั‹ะน ะฒั€ะฐั‡, ะธ ัั‚ะพ ะดะตะปะฐะตั‚ ะตั‘ ะฑะพะปะตะต ั‡ะตะผ ะดะพัั‚ะพะนะฝะพะน ัƒะฒะฐะถะตะฝะธั. ะ”ะพะฟะธะฒ ะผะพะปะพะบะพ, ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒะตั€ะฝัƒะปะฐ ัั‚ะฐะบะฐะฝ ะ’ะธะบั‚ะพั€ะธะธ ะธ ะฝะฐะฟั€ะฐะฒะธะปะฐััŒ ะบ ะฒั‹ั…ะพะดัƒ. ะžะดะฝะฐะบะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ะฟะพัˆะปะฐ ัั€ะฐะทัƒ ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ัƒ ะพั‚ะดั‹ั…ะฐ ะฟะตั€ัะพะฝะฐะปะฐ. ะžะฝะฐ ะฒั‹ัˆะปะฐ ะธะท ะดะพะผะฐ ะฟะพั€ะฐะฝัŒัˆะต, ะฟะพั‚ะพะผัƒ ั‡ั‚ะพ ะตะน ะฝัƒะถะฝะพ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะทะฐะนั‚ะธ ะฒ ัั‚ะฐั†ะธะพะฝะฐั€. ะ•ั‘ ะผะฐั‚ัŒ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฟะพะผะตั‰ะตะฝะฐ ะฒ ะพั‚ะดะตะปะตะฝะธะต ะธะฝั‚ะตะฝัะธะฒะฝะพะน ั‚ะตั€ะฐะฟะธะธ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะผะพะปั‡ะฐ ะฒะพัˆะปะฐ ะฒ ะฟะฐะปะฐั‚ัƒ ะธ ะฟั€ะพะฒะตั€ะธะปะฐ ัะพัั‚ะพัะฝะธะต ะผะฐั‚ะตั€ะธ. ะ–ะตะฝั‰ะธะฝะฐ ะฟะพ-ะฟั€ะตะถะฝะตะผัƒ ะฝะฐั…ะพะดะธะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ะฟะปะพั…ะพะผ ัะพัั‚ะพัะฝะธะธ. ะกะตั€ะดั†ะต ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะธ ะทะฐะฝั‹ะปะพ. ะ•ั‘ ะผะฐั‚ัŒ ัั‚ั€ะฐะดะฐะปะฐ ะพั‚ ัะตั€ะดะตั‡ะฝะพะน ะฝะตะดะพัั‚ะฐั‚ะพั‡ะฝะพัั‚ะธ ะธ ะฝะฐั…ะพะดะธะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ะบั€ะธั‚ะธั‡ะตัะบะพะผ ัะพัั‚ะพัะฝะธะธ. ะ•ะดะธะฝัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝั‹ะผ ัะฟะพัะพะฑะพะผ ัะพั…ั€ะฐะฝะธั‚ัŒ ะถะธะทะฝัŒ ะผะฐั‚ะตั€ะธ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฟะตั€ะตัะฐะดะบะฐ ัะตั€ะดั†ะฐ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะฐั, ะตัั‚ะตัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝะพ, ะพะฑะพัˆะปะฐััŒ ะฑั‹ ะฒ ั†ะตะปะพะต ัะพัั‚ะพัะฝะธะต. ะžัะฝะพะฒะฝะพะน ะฟั€ะธั‡ะธะฝะพะน, ะฟะพ ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะพะน ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะพะณะปะฐัะธะปะฐััŒ ะฝะฐ ะฑั€ะฐะบ, ะฑั‹ะปะพ ั‚ะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะตั‘ ะพั‚ะตั† ัƒะณั€ะพะถะฐะป ัƒะดะตั€ะถะฐั‚ัŒ ะดะตะฝัŒะณะธ, ะฝะตะพะฑั…ะพะดะธะผั‹ะต ะดะปั ะพะฟะตั€ะฐั†ะธะธ. ะขะตะฟะตั€ัŒ, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฒั‹ัˆะปะฐ ะทะฐะผัƒะถ, ะบะฐะบ ั‚ะพะณะพ ั‚ั€ะตะฑะพะฒะฐะป ะตั‘ ะพั‚ะตั†, ะฒัั‘, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะธะผ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฝัƒะถะฝะพ, ัั‚ะพ ะฝะฐะนั‚ะธ ะฟะพะดั…ะพะดัั‰ะตะณะพ ะดะพะฝะพั€ะฐ ัะตั€ะดั†ะฐ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฑั€ะพัะธะปะฐ ะณะพั€ัŒะบะธะน ะฒะทะณะปัะด ะฝะฐ ะผะฐั‚ัŒ: ยซะœะฐะผะฐ, ั ั‚ะตะฑั ะฒั‹ะปะตั‡ัƒ. ะฏ ะพะฑะตั‰ะฐัŽยป. ะ•ั‘ ะผะฐั‚ัŒ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ัะฐะผั‹ะผ ะฑะปะธะทะบะธะผ ั‡ะตะปะพะฒะตะบะพะผ, ะตั‘ ะณะปะฐะฒะฝะพะน ะฟะพะดะดะตั€ะถะบะพะน ะธ ะฝะฐะดั‘ะถะฝั‹ะผ ะดะพะฒะตั€ะตะฝะฝั‹ะผ ะปะธั†ะพะผ. ะะตะพะถะธะดะฐะฝะฝะพ ะทะฐะทะฒะพะฝะธะป ั‚ะตะปะตั„ะพะฝ. ะ”ะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะดะพัั‚ะฐะปะฐ ั‚ะตะปะตั„ะพะฝ ะธะท ะบะฐั€ะผะฐะฝะฐ ะธ ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะธะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะทะฒะพะฝะพะบ. ยซะœะธะปะฐ, - ั€ะฐะทะดะฐะปัั ะผัƒะถัะบะพะน ะณะพะปะพั. - ะœะฝะต ะฝัƒะถะฝะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ั‚ั‹ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะผะฝะต ะพะดะฝัƒ ัƒัะปัƒะณัƒยป. ะ“ะปะฐะฒะฐ 3 ะงะฐัั‚ะฝั‹ะน ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะต ะฟะพะทะฒะพะฝะธะป ะคั‘ะดะพั€ ะคะฐะปัŒะบะพะฒ. ะžะฝะธ ัƒั‡ะธะปะธััŒ ะฒ ะพะดะฝะพะผ ะผะตะดะธั†ะธะฝัะบะพะผ ัƒะฝะธะฒะตั€ัะธั‚ะตั‚ะต, ั…ะพั‚ั ะพะฝ ะฑั‹ะป ะฝะฐ ะดะฒะฐ ะณะพะดะฐ ัั‚ะฐั€ัˆะต ะตั‘. ะ—ะฐั‚ะตะผ ะพะฝ ัƒะตั…ะฐะป ะทะฐ ะณั€ะฐะฝะธั†ัƒ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฟั€ะพะดะพะปะถะธั‚ัŒ ะพะฑัƒั‡ะตะฝะธะต, ะธ ั‚ะตะฟะตั€ัŒ ะฑั‹ะป ะธะทะฒะตัั‚ะฝั‹ะผ ัะบัะฟะตั€ั‚ะพะผ ะฒ ัะฒะพะตะน ะพะฑะปะฐัั‚ะธ. ะคั‘ะดะพั€ ะฒัะตะณะดะฐ ั…ะพั€ะพัˆะพ ะทะฐะฑะพั‚ะธะปัั ะพ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะต, ะฟะพัั‚ะพะผัƒ ะพะฝะธ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะดะพะฒะพะปัŒะฝะพ ะฑะปะธะทะบะธ. ยซะž ะบะฐะบะพะน ัƒัะปัƒะณะต ะธะดั‘ั‚ ั€ะตั‡ัŒ?ยป - ะฟั€ัะผะพ ัะฟั€ะพัะธะปะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ยซะฃ ะผะตะฝั ะตัั‚ัŒ ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚, ะฝัƒะถะดะฐัŽั‰ะธะนัั ะฒ ะปะตั‡ะตะฝะธะธ, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ัƒ ะผะตะฝั ะฟะพัะฒะธะปะพััŒ ะฝะตะพั‚ะปะพะถะฝะพะต ะดะตะปะพ, ะธ ั ะฝะต ะดัƒะผะฐัŽ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัะผะพะณัƒ ะทะฐะฝัั‚ัŒัั ัั‚ะธะผ ะฒ ะฑะปะธะถะฐะนัˆะตะต ะฒั€ะตะผั. ะŸะพะถะฐะปัƒะนัั‚ะฐ, ะฒะพะทัŒะผะธ ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚ะฐ ะฟะพะด ัะฒะพั‘ ะบั€ั‹ะปะพยป, - ะฟะพะฟั€ะพัะธะป ะคั‘ะดะพั€. ะšะฐะผะธะปะฐ ะฒะทะณะปัะฝัƒะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ัะฒะพั‘ ั€ะฐัะฟะธัะฐะฝะธะต. ะกะตะณะพะดะฝั ัƒ ะฝะตั‘ ะฝะต ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะดะตะป ะฒ ะพั„ะธัะต, ะธ, ะตัะปะธ ะฝะต ัั‡ะธั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะดะฒัƒั… ะพะฟะตั€ะฐั†ะธะน, ะทะฐะฟะปะฐะฝะธั€ะพะฒะฐะฝะฝั‹ั… ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะปะดะตะฝัŒ, ะพะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฟั€ะฐะบั‚ะธั‡ะตัะบะธ ัะฒะพะฑะพะดะฝะฐ. ยซะ”ะฐ, ะบะพะฝะตั‡ะฝะพ. ะšัƒะดะฐ ะผะฝะต ะฟะพะดัŠะตั…ะฐั‚ัŒ?ยป - ัะฟั€ะพัะธะปะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ยซะฏ ะฝะฐะฟะธัˆัƒ ั‚ะตะฑะต ะฐะดั€ะตั. ะšะพะณะดะฐ ะดะพะฑะตั€ั‘ัˆัŒัั ั‚ัƒะดะฐ, ะฟั€ะพัั‚ะพ ัะบะฐะถะธ ะพั…ั€ะฐะฝะฝะธะบะฐะผ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ั‚ั‹ ะฟั€ะธะตั…ะฐะปะฐ ะบ ะณะพัะฟะพะดะธะฝัƒ ะšะฐะปะฐัˆะฝะธะบะพะฒัƒ, ะธ ะพะฝะธ ะพะฑะพ ะฒัั‘ะผ ะฟะพะทะฐะฑะพั‚ัั‚ััยป, - ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะธะป ะคั‘ะดะพั€. ยซะ”ะพะณะพะฒะพั€ะธะปะธััŒยป, - ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะธะปะฐ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ. ยซะ•ั‰ั‘ ะบะพะต-ั‡ั‚ะพ, - ะดะพะฑะฐะฒะธะป ะคั‘ะดะพั€, ะธ ะตะณะพ ั‚ะพะฝ ัั‚ะฐะป ัะตั€ัŒั‘ะทะฝั‹ะผ. - ะะธะบะพะณะดะฐ ะฝะธะบะพะผัƒ ะพะฑ ัั‚ะพะผ ะฝะต ะณะพะฒะพั€ะธ ะธ ะฝะต ะทะฐะดะฐะฒะฐะน ะปะธัˆะฝะธั… ะฒะพะฟั€ะพัะพะฒ. ะ’ัั‘, ั‡ั‚ะพ ั‚ะตะฑะต ะฝัƒะถะฝะพ ัะดะตะปะฐั‚ัŒ, ัั‚ะพ ะฒั‹ะปะตั‡ะธั‚ัŒ ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚ะฐยป. ยซะฏัะฝะพ. ะะต ะฒะพะปะฝัƒะนััยป, - ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะธะปะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะžะฝะธ ะฟะพะฟั€ะพั‰ะฐะปะธััŒ, ะธ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒั‹ะทะฒะฐะปะฐ ั‚ะฐะบัะธ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะดะพะฑั€ะฐั‚ัŒัั ะบ ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚ัƒ. ะœะตัั‚ะพ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะพััŒ ะฒ ะฟั€ะตัั‚ะธะถะฝะพะผ ั€ะฐะนะพะฝะต, ะทะฐะฟะพะปะฝะตะฝะฝะพะผ ะฒะธะปะปะฐะผะธ, ะพัะฝะฐั‰ั‘ะฝะฝั‹ะผะธ ัะธัั‚ะตะผะฐะผะธ ะฑะตะทะพะฟะฐัะฝะพัั‚ะธ ะฒั‹ััˆะตะณะพ ัƒั€ะพะฒะฝั. ะšะฐะบ ะธ ะพะถะธะดะฐะปะพััŒ, ะฝะฐ ะฒั…ะพะดะต ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ัั‚ะพะปะบะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ั ััƒั€ะพะฒะพะน ะพั…ั€ะฐะฝะพะน. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพัะปะตะดะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะธะฝัั‚ั€ัƒะบั†ะธัะผ ะธ ัƒะฟะพะผัะฝัƒะปะฐ ะณะพัะฟะพะดะธะฝะฐ ะšะฐะปะฐัˆะฝะธะบะพะฒะฐ. ะกะดะตะปะฐะฒ ะทะฒะพะฝะพะบ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ัƒะฑะตะดะธั‚ัŒัั ะฒ ะฟั€ะฐะฒะดะธะฒะพัั‚ะธ ะตั‘ ัะปะพะฒ, ะพั…ั€ะฐะฝะฝะธะบ ะฟั€ะธะณะปะฐัะธะป ะšะฐะผะธะปะปัƒ ะฒะฝัƒั‚ั€ัŒ. ะ”ะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะปะตะณะบะพ ะฝะฐัˆะปะฐ ะฒะธะปะปัƒ. ะžะฝะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝัะปะฐััŒ ะฟะพ ัั‚ัƒะฟะตะฝัŒะบะฐะผ ะธ ะฟะพะทะฒะพะฝะธะปะฐ ะฒ ะดะฒะตั€ัŒ. ะงะตั€ะตะท ะฝะตัะบะพะปัŒะบะพ ัะตะบัƒะฝะด ะดะฒะตั€ัŒ ะพั‚ะบั€ั‹ะปะฐััŒ. ะšะฐะทะฐะปะพััŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัะธั‚ัƒะฐั†ะธั ะดะตะนัั‚ะฒะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะพ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ัั€ะพั‡ะฝะพะน. ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะฝะฐั…ะผัƒั€ะธะปัั. ะžะฝะธ ะถะดะฐะปะธ ะคั‘ะดะพั€ะฐ, ะฝะพ ะฒะผะตัั‚ะพ ัั‚ะพะณะพ ะฝะฐ ะฟะพั€ะพะณะต ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐััŒ ะฝะตะทะฒะฐะฝะฐั ะณะพัั‚ัŒั. ยซะŸั€ะพัั‚ะธั‚ะต, ะฒั‹โ€ฆยป - ะฝะฐั‡ะฐะปะฐ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ. ะ˜ะท ัƒะบะฐะทะฐะฝะธะน ะคั‘ะดะพั€ะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัƒะถะต ัะดะตะปะฐะปะฐ ะฒั‹ะฒะพะด, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัั‚ะพั‚ ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚ ั†ะตะฝะธั‚ ัะฒะพั‘ ะปะธั‡ะฝะพะต ะฟั€ะพัั‚ั€ะฐะฝัั‚ะฒะพ, ะธ ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะธะทะฑะตะถะฐั‚ัŒ ะฝะตะฟั€ะธัั‚ะฝะพัั‚ะตะน, ะพะฝะฐ ัะพั‡ะปะฐ ั€ะฐะทัƒะผะฝั‹ะผ ะฝะฐะดะตั‚ัŒ ะผะฐัะบัƒ. ะ‘ะตะทะพะฟะฐัะฝะพัั‚ัŒ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฒ ะฟั€ะธะพั€ะธั‚ะตั‚ะต. ยซะ”ะพะบั‚ะพั€ ะคะฐะปัŒะบะพะฒ ะฟะพะฟั€ะพัะธะป ะผะตะฝั ะฟั€ะธะตั…ะฐั‚ัŒ ััŽะดะฐยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะผะตะปัŒะบะพะผ ะฒะทะณะปัะฝัƒะป ะฝะฐ ะฐะฟั‚ะตั‡ะบัƒ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ัƒัŽ ะพะฝะฐ ะดะตั€ะถะฐะปะฐ: ยซะ’ั‹ ะทะฝะฐะตั‚ะต, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะดะตะปะฐั‚ัŒ?ยป ยซะ”ะฐ, ะดะพะบั‚ะพั€ ะคะฐะปัŒะบะพะฒ ะดะฐะป ะผะฝะต ะธะฝัั‚ั€ัƒะบั†ะธะธ. ะฏ ัะพั…ั€ะฐะฝัŽ ะฒัั‘ ะฒ ัั‚ั€ะพะณะพะน ะบะพะฝั„ะธะดะตะฝั†ะธะฐะปัŒะฝะพัั‚ะธยป, - ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะธะปะฐ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ. ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะทะฝะฐะป, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะคั‘ะดะพั€ ะฝะต ะฟะตั€ะตะดะฐะป ะฑั‹ ัะฒะพะธ ะพะฑัะทะฐะฝะฝะพัั‚ะธ ั‚ะพะผัƒ, ะบั‚ะพ ะฝะต ะทะฐัะปัƒะถะธะฒะฐะตั‚ ะดะพะฒะตั€ะธั ะธะปะธ ะฝะตะบะพะผะฟะตั‚ะตะฝั‚ะตะฝ, ะฟะพัั‚ะพะผัƒ ัƒั‚ะฒะตั€ะดะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะพ ะบะธะฒะฝัƒะป ะธ ะฒะฟัƒัั‚ะธะป ะšะฐะผะธะปะปัƒ. ะžะฝ ะฟั€ะพะฒั‘ะป ะตั‘ ะผะธะผะพ ั€ะพัะบะพัˆะฝะพะน ะณะพัั‚ะธะฝะพะน, ะทะฐั‚ะตะผ ะฒะฒะตั€ั… ะฟะพ ะปะตัั‚ะฝะธั†ะต ะฒ ัะฟะฐะปัŒะฝัŽ. ะ’ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ะต ะฑั‹ะปะพ ั‚ะตะผะฝะพ. ยซะšะฐะบ ั ะฑัƒะดัƒ ะฟั€ะพะฒะพะดะธั‚ัŒ ะปะตั‡ะตะฝะธะต ะฑะตะท ัะฒะตั‚ะฐ?ยป - ัะฟั€ะพัะธะปะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะšะพะณะดะฐ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ัƒัะปั‹ัˆะฐะป ะถะตะฝัะบะธะน ะณะพะปะพั, ั‚ะพ ะฟะพัะฟะตัˆะฝะพ ัั…ะฒะฐั‚ะธะป ัะฒะพะน ะฟะธะดะถะฐะบ ะธ ะฝะฐั‚ัะฝัƒะป ะตะณะพ ะฝะฐ ะปะธั†ะพ. ยซะ’ะบะปัŽั‡ะธ ัะฒะตั‚ยป, - ะฟั€ะธะบะฐะทะฐะป ะพะฝ ัะบะฒะพะทัŒ ั‚ะบะฐะฝัŒ. ะ”ะตะฝะธั ั‰ั‘ะปะบะฝัƒะป ะฒั‹ะบะปัŽั‡ะฐั‚ะตะปะตะผ, ะธ ะบะพะผะฝะฐั‚ัƒ ะทะฐะปะธะป ัั€ะบะธะน ัะฒะตั‚. ะŸะตั€ะฒะพะน ะผั‹ัะปัŒัŽ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปั‹ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ั‚ะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะณะพะปะพั ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚ะฐ ะฑั‹ะป ะดะพะฒะพะปัŒะฝะพ ะทะฝะฐะบะพะผั‹ะผ, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะพั‚ะผะฐั…ะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ะพั‚ ัั‚ะธั… ะผั‹ัะปะตะน. ะžะฝะฐ ัƒะฒะธะดะตะปะฐ ั‡ะตะปะพะฒะตะบะฐ, ะปะตะถะฐั‰ะตะณะพ ะฝะฐ ะบั€ะพะฒะฐั‚ะธ, ั‡ัŒั ะฑะตะปะฐั ะฟะฐั€ะฐะดะฝะฐั ั€ัƒะฑะฐัˆะบะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฒ ะฟัั‚ะฝะฐั… ะดะฐะฒะฝะพ ะทะฐัะพั…ัˆะตะน ะบั€ะพะฒะธ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะต ั…ะพั‚ะตะปะฐ ะฒะดะฐะฒะฐั‚ัŒัั ะฒ ะฟะพะดั€ะพะฑะฝะพัั‚ะธ ะธ ั€ะตัˆะธะปะฐ ัะพัั€ะตะดะพั‚ะพั‡ะธั‚ัŒัั ะฝะฐ ั€ะฐะฝะฐั…. ะœัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ัะฒะฝะพ ะฝะต ั…ะพั‚ะตะป ะฒั‹ะดะฐะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ัะฒะพัŽ ะปะธั‡ะฝะพัั‚ัŒ, ะฟะพัั‚ะพะผัƒ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะตัั‚ะตัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝั‹ะผ ะพะฑั€ะฐะทะพะผ ัƒะฒะฐะถะฐะปะฐ ะตะณะพ ะณั€ะฐะฝะธั†ั‹ ะธ ะฒะตะปะฐ ัะตะฑั ะฟั€ะธะปะธั‡ะฝะพ. ะžะฝะฐ ะฟะพัั‚ะฐะฒะธะปะฐ ัะฒะพัŽ ะฐะฟั‚ะตั‡ะบัƒ ะฝะฐ ั‚ัƒะผะฑะพั‡ะบัƒ ะธ ะดะพัั‚ะฐะปะฐ ั…ะธั€ัƒั€ะณะธั‡ะตัะบะธะต ะธะฝัั‚ั€ัƒะผะตะฝั‚ั‹. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะพะถะฝะธั†ะฐะผะธ ั€ะฐะทั€ะตะทะฐะปะฐ ั€ัƒะฑะฐัˆะบัƒ ะฟะฐั†ะธะตะฝั‚ะฐ, ะพะฑะฝะฐะถะธะฒ ะตะณะพ ั€ะฐะฝั‹, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะต ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฟะพะบั€ั‹ั‚ั‹ ั‚ะพะฝะบะธะผ ัะปะพะตะผ ะผะฐั€ะปะธ. ะžะฝะฐ ัƒะฑั€ะฐะปะฐ ะฒัั‘ ะธ, ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั†, ัƒะฒะธะดะตะปะฐ ะดะฒะต ะทะธััŽั‰ะธะต ั€ะฐะฝั‹ ะฝะฐ ะฟั€ะฐะฒะพะน ัั‚ะพั€ะพะฝะต ั‚ะพั€ัะฐ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝั‹. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะฐั‡ะฐะปะฐ ะปะตั‡ะตะฝะธะต, ะพะฑั€ะฐะฑะพั‚ะฐะฒ ั€ะฐะฝั‹ ัะฒะพะธะผะธ ะปะพะฒะบะธะผะธ ั€ัƒะบะฐะผะธ. ะ’ัั‘ ัั‚ะพ ะฒั€ะตะผั ะพะฝะฐ ะพัั‚ะฐะฒะฐะปะฐััŒ ัะฟะพะบะพะนะฝะพะน, ะฐ ะตั‘ ะดะฒะธะถะตะฝะธั ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฑั‹ัั‚ั€ั‹ะผะธ ะธ ัั„ั„ะตะบั‚ะธะฒะฝั‹ะผะธ. ยซะ•ัั‚ัŒ ะปะธ ัƒ ะฒะฐั ะฐะปะปะตั€ะณะธั ะฝะฐ ะฐะฝะตัั‚ะตะทะธัŽ?ยป - ัะฟั€ะพัะธะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ั‡ะตั€ะตะท ะฝะตะบะพั‚ะพั€ะพะต ะฒั€ะตะผั. ะš ัั‡ะฐัั‚ัŒัŽ, ั€ะฐะฝั‹ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฝะตะณะปัƒะฑะพะบะธะต ะธ ะฟะพะฒั€ะตะดะธะปะธ ะปะธัˆัŒ ะฝะตะฑะพะปัŒัˆัƒัŽ ั‡ะฐัั‚ัŒ ะบะพะถะธ, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ั‚ั€ะตะฑะพะฒะฐะปะพััŒ ั…ะธั€ัƒั€ะณะธั‡ะตัะบะพะต ะฒะผะตัˆะฐั‚ะตะปัŒัั‚ะฒะพ. ะŸั€ะพั†ะตัั ั‚ั€ะตะฑะพะฒะฐะป ะฟั€ะธะผะตะฝะตะฝะธั ะผะตัั‚ะฝะพะน ะฐะฝะตัั‚ะตะทะธะธ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะณะพะฒะพั€ะธะปะฐ ัะฟะพะบะพะนะฝะพ, ะฟะพั‡ั‚ะธ ั‚ะธั…ะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ั€ะตะทะบะพ ะบะพะฝั‚ั€ะฐัั‚ะธั€ะพะฒะฐะปะพ ั ะตั‘ ะฑะตะทัƒะผะฝั‹ะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ ะฟั€ะพัˆะปะพะน ะฝะพั‡ัŒัŽ. ะŸะพัั‚ะพะผัƒ, ะฝะตัะผะพั‚ั€ั ะฝะฐ ะพะฑะผะตะฝ ะฝะตัะบะพะปัŒะบะธะผะธ ัะปะพะฒะฐะผะธ, ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ัะพะฒัะตะผ ะฝะต ัƒะทะฝะฐะป ะตั‘. ยซะะตั‚ยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะพะฝ ัะฒะพะธะผ ะพะฑั‹ั‡ะฝั‹ะผ ั…ะพะปะพะดะฝั‹ะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ, ะฟั€ะพ ัะตะฑั ะฒะพัั…ะฒะฐะปัั ะตั‘ ะฟั€ะพั„ะตััะธะพะฝะฐะปะธะทะผ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟั€ะธัั‚ัƒะฟะธะปะฐ ะบ ะฟั€ะธะณะพั‚ะพะฒะปะตะฝะธัŽ ะฐะฝะตัั‚ะตะทะธะธ, ะฐ ะทะฐั‚ะตะผ ะฒะฒะตะปะฐ ะตั‘ ะฒ ะพะฑะปะฐัั‚ัŒ ะฒะพะบั€ัƒะณ ั€ะฐะฝ. ะ˜ะผ ะฟั€ะธัˆะปะพััŒ ะฟะพะดะพะถะดะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะฐั€ัƒ ะผะธะฝัƒั‚, ะฟะพะบะฐ ะฝะฐั‡ะฐะปะพััŒ ะดะตะนัั‚ะฒะธะต ะฟั€ะตะฟะฐั€ะฐั‚ะฐ, ะฟะพัะปะต ั‡ะตะณะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะฐะปะพะถะธะปะฐ ัˆะฒั‹. ะŸั€ะธะผะตั€ะฝะพ ั‡ะตั€ะตะท ั‡ะฐั ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั† ะทะฐะบะพะฝั‡ะธะปะฐ. ะ’ ั†ะตะปะพะผ, ะปะตั‡ะตะฝะธะต ะฟั€ะพัˆะปะพ ะฑั‹ัั‚ั€ะพ ะธ ัƒัะฟะตัˆะฝะพ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพัะผะพั‚ั€ะตะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ัะฒะพะธ ะพะบ**ะฒะฐะฒะปะตะฝะฝั‹ะต ั€ัƒะบะธ ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ: ยซะœะฝะต ะฝัƒะถะฝะพ ะฒ ัƒะฑะพั€ะฝัƒัŽยป. ยซะ’ั‹ ะผะพะถะตั‚ะต ะธัะฟะพะปัŒะทะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ั‚ัƒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฒะฝะธะทัƒยป, - ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะธะป ะ”ะตะฝะธั. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพัะฟะตัˆะฝะพ ะฟะพะบะธะฝัƒะปะฐ ัะฟะฐะปัŒะฝัŽ. ะฃะฑะตะดะธะฒัˆะธััŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะฒะตั€ะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ะฝะฐ ะฟะตั€ะฒั‹ะน ัั‚ะฐะถ, ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะทะฐะบั€ั‹ะป ะดะฒะตั€ัŒ ะธ ะฟะพัะฟะตัˆะธะป ะบ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธัŽ. ยซะฏ ัƒะทะฝะฐะป, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฑะฐะฝะดะธั‚ั‹, ะฝะฐะฟะฐะฒัˆะธะต ะฝะฐ ะฒะฐั ะฒั‡ะตั€ะฐ, ะฟะพะดะพัะปะฐะฝั‹ ะั€ั‚ั‘ะผะพะผ. ะžะฝ, ะฒะตั€ะพัั‚ะฝะพ, ะพั‚ั‡ะฐัะฝะฝะพ ั…ะพั‡ะตั‚ ะธะทะฑะฐะฒะธั‚ัŒัั ะพั‚ ะฒะฐั, ะพัะพะฑะตะฝะฝะพ ะฟะพัะปะต ั‚ะพะณะพ, ะบะฐะบ ะฒั‹ ะฒั‹ั‡ะธัะปะธะปะธ ะตะณะพ ัˆะฟะธะพะฝะพะฒ ะฒ ะฒะฐัˆะตะน ะบะพะผะฟะฐะฝะธะธยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะ”ะตะฝะธั. ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ะทะฐัั‚ะพะฝะฐะป ะพั‚ ะฑะพะปะธ, ัƒัะฐะถะธะฒะฐัััŒ, ะฐ ะทะฐั‚ะตะผ ะฟะพะดั‚ัะฝัƒะปัั ะบ ะบั€ะฐัŽ ะบั€ะพะฒะฐั‚ะธ ะธ ะพะฟัƒัั‚ะธะป ะฝะพะณะธ ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะป. ะžะฝ ะฒั‹ะณะปัะดะตะป ัะปะฐะฑั‹ะผ, ะฝะพ ะตะณะพ ะณะปะฐะทะฐ ะฒัะฟั‹ั…ะฝัƒะปะธ ะพะฟะฐัะฝั‹ะผ ะฑะปะตัะบะพะผ. ะœัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ะฟะตั€ะตะฒั‘ะป ะฟั€ะพะฝะทะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝั‹ะน ะฒะทะณะปัะด ะฝะฐ ัะฒะพะตะณะพ ะฟะพะผะพั‰ะฝะธะบะฐ. ยซะญั‚ะฐ ะถะตะฝั‰ะธะฝะฐ, ะฝะฐ ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะพะน ั ะฑั‹ะป ะฒั‹ะฝัƒะถะดะตะฝ ะถะตะฝะธั‚ัŒัั, ะธะผะตะตั‚ ะบะฐะบะพะต-ะปะธะฑะพ ะพั‚ะฝะพัˆะตะฝะธะต ะบ ะั€ั‚ั‘ะผัƒ?ยป - ัะฟั€ะพัะธะป ะพะฝ. ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะฟะพะฝะธะทะธะป ะณะพะปะพั: ยซะะฐ ัะฐะผะพะผ ะดะตะปะต, ะั€ั‚ั‘ะผ ัะฒัะทะฐะปัั ั ะฒะฐัˆะธะผ ั‚ะตัั‚ะตะผ, ะœะธั€ะพะฝะพะผ. ะžะฝ ัั‚ั€ะตะผะธะปัั ะฒั‹ะดะฐั‚ัŒ ัะฒะพัŽ ะดะพั‡ัŒ ะทะฐะผัƒะถ ะทะฐ ั‡ะปะตะฝะฐ ัะตะผัŒะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒั‹ั…, ะฝะพ, ะฟะพั…ะพะถะต, ะฝะธะบะพะณะดะฐ ะฝะต ั€ะฐััะผะฐั‚ั€ะธะฒะฐะป ะฒะฐัˆะตะณะพ ะบัƒะทะตะฝะฐ ะ˜ะปัŒัŽ, ะบะฐะบ ะฟะพะดั…ะพะดัั‰ะตะณะพ ะบะฐะฝะดะธะดะฐั‚ะฐ. ะ”ะพะปะถะฝะพ ะฑั‹ั‚ัŒ, ะั€ั‚ั‘ะผ ะดะพะณะพะฒะพั€ะธะปัั ั ะฝะธะผยป. ยซะžะฝ ะฝะต ะฟะตั€ะตัั‚ะฐั‘ั‚ ะผะตะฝั ัƒะดะธะฒะปัั‚ัŒ ะบะฐะถะดั‹ะน ะดะตะฝัŒ. ะก ะผะพะตะน ัั‚ะพั€ะพะฝั‹ ะฑัƒะดะตั‚ ะฝะต ะฒะตะถะปะธะฒะพ ะฟั€ะพะผะพะปั‡ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฒ ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน. ะ—ะฐ ะฒั€ะตะผั ะพั‚ััƒั‚ัั‚ะฒะธั ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั, ะฒ ะณะพั€ะพะดะต ะฟั€ะพะธะทะพัˆะปะพ ะผะฝะพะณะพ ัะพะฑั‹ั‚ะธะน, ะฒ ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ั… ะฑั‹ะป ะทะฐะผะตัˆะฐะฝ ะ˜ะปัŒั. ยซะฏ ัะปั‹ัˆะฐะป, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัƒ ะ˜ะปัŒะธ ะตัั‚ัŒ ะทะฐั…ัƒะดะฐะปั‹ะน ะฑะฐั€ "ะจะฐั€ะผ" ะฝะฐ ัƒะปะธั†ะต ะั€ะฑะฐั‚ัะบะฐัยป, - ะฟั€ะพั‚ัะฝัƒะป ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน. ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะฒัั‘ ะฟะพะฝัะป ั ะฟะพะปัƒัะปะพะฒะฐ. ยซะ”ะฐ, ะฟะพัะบะพะปัŒะบัƒ ัˆะฟะธะพะฝะพะฒ ะฒั‹ะณะฝะฐะปะธ ะธะท ะบะพะผะฟะฐะฝะธะธ, ัั‚ะพั‚ ะบะปัƒะฑ ัั‚ะฐะป ะธั… ะตะดะธะฝัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝั‹ะผ ะธัั‚ะพั‡ะฝะธะบะพะผ ะดะพั…ะพะดะฐ, ะธ ะตัะปะธ ะตะณะพ ะทะฐะบั€ะพัŽั‚, ั‚ะพ ะธะผ ะฟั€ะธะดั‘ั‚ัั ะดะพะฒะพะปัŒะฝะพ ั‚ัƒะณะพยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะ”ะตะฝะธั. ยซะŸะพะผะพะณะธ ะธะผ ะฒ ัั‚ะพะผยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน, ะธ ะตะณะพ ะณะพะปะพั ัั‚ะฐะป ะฝะฐ ะพะบั‚ะฐะฒัƒ ะฝะธะถะต. ะ”ะตะฝะธั ัั‚ะพะปะบะฝัƒะปัั ั ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะพะน, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ัะฟัƒัะบะฐะปัั ะฒะฝะธะท. ะžะฝ ะฟั€ะตะดะฟะพะปะพะถะธะป, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะคั‘ะดะพั€ ะฟั€ะพะธะฝัั‚ั€ัƒะบั‚ะธั€ะพะฒะฐะป ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบัƒ ะทะฐั€ะฐะฝะตะต, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ั€ะตัˆะธะป ะฝะตะผะฝะพะณะพ ะตั‘ ะฝะฐะฟัƒะณะฐั‚ัŒ ะดะปั ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะตะณะพ ัั„ั„ะตะบั‚ะฐ: ยซะ•ัะปะธ ะฒั‹ ั€ะฐััะบะฐะถะตั‚ะต ะพะฑ ัั‚ะพะผ ะบะพะผัƒ-ะฝะธะฑัƒะดัŒ, ะฒะฐั ะฝะฐัั‚ะธะณะฝะตั‚ ัƒะถะฐัะฝะฐั ัะผะตั€ั‚ัŒยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะพะฝ. ะ•ัะปะธ ัะปัƒั… ะพ ั‚ั€ะฐะฒะผะฐั… ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั ะดะพะนะดั‘ั‚ ะดะพ ะั€ั‚ั‘ะผะฐ ะธะปะธ ะตะณะพ ัั‹ะฝะฐ ะ˜ะปัŒะธ, ะพะฝะธ ะพะฑัะทะฐั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะพ ะฟะพะฒะตั€ะฝัƒั‚ ัั‚ะพ ะฒ ัะฒะพัŽ ะฟะพะปัŒะทัƒ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะบะธะฒะฝัƒะปะฐ: ยซะฏ ัะพั…ั€ะฐะฝัŽ ัั‚ะพ ะฒ ั‚ะฐะนะฝะต. ะฏ ั‚ะพะปัŒะบะพ ะฒะพะทัŒะผัƒ ัะฒะพัŽ ะฐะฟั‚ะตั‡ะบัƒ ะธ ะฝะตะผะตะดะปะตะฝะฝะพ ัƒะนะดัƒยป. ะšะพะณะดะฐ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะฒะตั€ะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ัะฟะฐะปัŒะฝัŽ, ั‚ะพ ะพะฑะฝะฐั€ัƒะถะธะปะฐ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝัƒ, ัั‚ะพัั‰ะตะณะพ ัƒ ะพะบะฝะฐ ะฝะฐะฟั€ะพั‚ะธะฒ ะดะฒะตั€ะธ. ะžะฝ ัั‚ะพัะป ะบ ะฝะตะน ัะฟะธะฝะพะน, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ั€ะฐััะผะพั‚ั€ะตั‚ัŒ ะตะณะพ ัˆะธั€ะพะบะธะต ะฟะปะตั‡ะธ ะธ ะผัƒัะบัƒะปะธัั‚ัƒัŽ ัะฟะธะฝัƒ. ะ•ะณะพ ั‚ะตะปะพ ะฑั‹ะปะพ ัั‚ั€ะพะนะฝั‹ะผ, ะฟั€ะพัั‚ะพ ะธะดะตะฐะปัŒะฝั‹ะผ. ยซะ’ั‹ ั€ะฐะทะฒะต ะฝะต ัƒัˆะปะธ?ยป - ัะฟั€ะพัะธะป ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ะฝะฐัะผะตัˆะปะธะฒั‹ะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ. ะžะฝ ะฝะต ะพะฑะตั€ะฝัƒะปัั, ะฝะพ ะบะฐะบะธะผ-ั‚ะพ ะพะฑั€ะฐะทะพะผ ะฟะพะฝัะป, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพะฝะฐ ัะผะพั‚ั€ะธั‚ ะฝะฐ ะฝะตะณะพ. ะ’ะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพ, ะพะฝ ะฟะพั‡ัƒะฒัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะป ะตั‘ ะณะพั€ัั‡ะธะน ะฒะทะณะปัะด. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะผัƒั‰ั‘ะฝะฝะพ ะพะฟัƒัั‚ะธะปะฐ ะณะพะปะพะฒัƒ. ะšะฐะบ ะฑั‹ ะตะน ะฝะต ั…ะพั‚ะตะปะพััŒ ัั‚ะพ ะฟั€ะธะทะฝะฐะฒะฐั‚ัŒ, ะฝะพ ัั‚ะพั‚ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ะทะฐะธะฝั‚ะตั€ะตัะพะฒะฐะป ะตั‘. ะ“ะปะฐะฒะฐ 4 ะกั‚ะฐะถะธั€ะพะฒะบะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, ะพะฟัƒัั‚ะธะฒ ะณะพะปะพะฒัƒ, ั‚ะพั€ะพะฟะปะธะฒะพ ะฒะทัะปะฐ ัะฒะพัŽ ะฐะฟั‚ะตั‡ะบัƒ. ะŸั€ะพั‡ะธัั‚ะธะฒ ะณะพั€ะปะพ, ะพะฝะฐ ะดะฐะปะฐ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะต ะฝะตัะบะพะปัŒะบะพ ัƒะบะฐะทะฐะฝะธะน. ะšะฐะบ ะฑั‹ ั‚ะฐะผ ะฝะธ ะฑั‹ะปะพ, ะพะฝะฐ ะฒัั‘ ะถะต ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฒั€ะฐั‡ะพะผ. ยซะ’ะฐะผ ะฝะตะปัŒะทั ะฟะพะบะฐ ะผะพั‡ะธั‚ัŒ ัะฒะพะธ ั€ะฐะฝั‹. ะ”ะตะทะธะฝั„ะธั†ะธั€ัƒะนั‚ะต ะธั… ั€ะฐะท ะฒ ะดะตะฝัŒ ะธ ะฝะพัะธั‚ะต ัะฒะพะฑะพะดะฝั‹ะต ั€ัƒะฑะฐัˆะบะธ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฝะต ั€ะฐะทะดั€ะฐะถะฐั‚ัŒ ั€ะฐะฝั‹ยป. ะžะฝะฐ ะฟะพัั‚ะฐะฒะธะปะฐ ะฑัƒั‚ั‹ะปะพั‡ะบัƒ ั ั‚ะฐะฑะปะตั‚ะบะฐะผะธ ะธ ั‚ัŽะฑะธะบ ั ะผะฐะทัŒัŽ ะฝะฐ ั‚ัƒะผะฑะพั‡ะบัƒ. ยซะฏ ะพัั‚ะฐะฒะปััŽ ะฒะฐะผ ัั‚ะธ ะปะตะบะฐั€ัั‚ะฒะฐยป. ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ั‡ั‚ะพ-ั‚ะพ ะฟั€ะพะฑะพั€ะผะพั‚ะฐะป ะฒ ะทะฝะฐะบ ะฟั€ะธะทะฝะฐั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะพัั‚ะธ, ะฝะพ ะฝะต ะพะฑะตั€ะฝัƒะปัั. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ั‚ะพะถะต ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะต ะฝะธั‡ะตะณะพ ะฝะต ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะธ ัั€ะฐะทัƒ ะถะต ะฟะพะบะธะฝัƒะปะฐ ะฒะธะปะปัƒ. ะšะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฒะตั€ะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ัƒ, ะฑั‹ะปะพ ัƒะถะต ะฟะพั‡ั‚ะธ ะพะดะธะฝะฝะฐะดั†ะฐั‚ัŒ ะดะฝั. ะžะฝะฐ ะฝะฐะฟั€ะฐะฒะธะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ัั‚ะพะปะพะฒัƒัŽ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฟะตั€ะตะบัƒัะธั‚ัŒ. ะ•ะดะฒะฐ ัƒัั‚ั€ะพะธะฒัˆะธััŒ ะทะฐ ัะฒะพะธะผ ัั‚ะพะปะพะผ, ะตั‘ ะฒั‹ะทะฒะฐะปะธ ะฒ ะบะฐะฑะธะฝะตั‚ ะณะปะฐะฒะฒั€ะฐั‡ะฐ. ยซะฏ ะพั‚ะฟั€ะฐะฒะปััŽ ะฏะฝัƒ ะฒ ะฆะตะฝั‚ั€ะฐะปัŒะฝั‹ะน ะฒะพะตะฝะฝั‹ะน ะณะพัะฟะธั‚ะฐะปัŒ ะฝะฐ ัั‚ะฐะถะธั€ะพะฒะบัƒยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะณะปะฐะฒะฒั€ะฐั‡ ั‚ะพะฝะพะผ, ะฝะต ั‚ะตั€ะฟัั‰ะธะผ ะฒะพะทั€ะฐะถะตะฝะธะน. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฟะพั‚ั€ััะตะฝะฐ ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ: ยซะะพ ั ะดัƒะผะฐะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฒั‹ ัƒะถะต ั€ะตัˆะธะปะธ ะพั‚ะฟั€ะฐะฒะธั‚ัŒ ะผะตะฝั?ยป ยซะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, ั ัƒะฒะตั€ะตะฝ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ั‚ั‹ ะทะฝะฐะตัˆัŒ ะพ ั‚ะพะผ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฒัั‘ ะฒั‹ัะพะบะพั‚ะตั…ะฝะพะปะพะณะธั‡ะฝะพะต ะพะฑะพั€ัƒะดะพะฒะฐะฝะธะต ะฝะฐัˆะตะน ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹ ัะฟะพะฝัะธั€ะพะฒะฐะปะพััŒ ะบะพั€ะฟะพั€ะฐั†ะธะตะน "ะŸะฐั€ะฐะผะฐัƒะฝั‚". ะŸั€ะตะทะธะดะตะฝั‚ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒ ะปะธั‡ะฝะพ ะฟะพะฟั€ะพัะธะป ะผะตะฝั ะฟะพะทะฐะฑะพั‚ะธั‚ัŒัั ะพ ะฏะฝะต. ะฏ ะฝะต ะผะพะณัƒ ะฟะพะทะฒะพะปะธั‚ัŒ ัะตะฑะต ะฟะพะนั‚ะธ ะฟั€ะพั‚ะธะฒ ะตะณะพ ะฒะพะปะธยป. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะพั‰ะตั‚ะธะฝะธะปะฐััŒ ะฟั€ะธ ัƒะฟะพะผะธะฝะฐะฝะธะธ ะธะผะตะฝะธ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั. ะฅะพั‚ั ะพะฝะธ ะธ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะพั„ะธั†ะธะฐะปัŒะฝะพ ะถะตะฝะฐั‚ั‹, ะฝะพ ะพะฝะธ ะฝะธะบะพะณะดะฐ ะฝะต ะฒัั‚ั€ะตั‡ะฐะปะธััŒ. ะžะฝะฐ ะฒะธะดะตะปะฐ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝัƒ ั‚ะพะปัŒะบะพ ะฒ ะถัƒั€ะฝะฐะปะฐั… ะธ ะธะฝะพะณะดะฐ ะฒ ะฝะพะฒะพัั‚ัั… ะฟะพ ั‚ะตะปะตะฒะธะทะพั€ัƒ. ะ—ะฝะฐั‡ะธั‚, ะพะฝ ะธ ะฏะฝะฐ? ะกะตั€ะดั†ะต ะšะฐะผะธะปะปั‹ ั‘ะบะฝัƒะปะพ, ะฝะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะพัั‚ะฐะฒะฐะปะฐััŒ ัะฟะพะบะพะนะฝะพะน. ยซะ’ะพั‚ ะบะฐะบ?ยป ยซะ”ะฐ, ะฑะพัŽััŒ, ัƒ ะผะตะฝั ัะฒัะทะฐะฝั‹ ั€ัƒะบะธ. ะŸะพัะปัƒัˆะฐะน, ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, ะผั‹ ะพะฑะฐ ะทะฝะฐะตะผ ะพ ั‚ะฒะพะธั… ัะฟะพัะพะฑะฝะพัั‚ัั…, ะฝะพ...ยป - ะณะปะฐะฒะฒั€ะฐั‡ ั…ะพั‚ะตะป ัƒัะฟะพะบะพะธั‚ัŒ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบัƒ, ะฝะพ ะฝะต ะทะฝะฐะป, ะบะฐะบ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒั‹ะดะตะปัะปะฐััŒ ัั€ะตะดะธ ัะฒะพะธั… ัะฒะตั€ัั‚ะฝะธะบะพะฒ ะฑะปะฐะณะพะดะฐั€ั ะฝะตะฒะตั€ะพัั‚ะฝะพะผัƒ ั‚ะฐะปะฐะฝั‚ัƒ ะธ ะฟั€ะพั„ะตััะธะพะฝะฐะปัŒะฝะพะน ัั‚ะธะบะต. ะ“ะปะฐะฒะฒั€ะฐั‡ ั†ะตะฝะธะป ะตั‘ ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะต ะฒัะตั… ะพัั‚ะฐะปัŒะฝั‹ั…. ยซะฏ ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐัŽยป, - ะฟั€ะพะฑะพั€ะผะพั‚ะฐะปะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะตะฑะต ะฟะพะด ะฝะพั. ะ”ะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะณะพะฒะพั€ะธะปะฐ ัะตะฑะต, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฝะต ะฒ ั‚ะพะผ ะฟะพะปะพะถะตะฝะธะธ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ั€ะฐััั‚ั€ะฐะธะฒะฐั‚ัŒัั ะธะท-ะทะฐ ะฒะผะตัˆะฐั‚ะตะปัŒัั‚ะฒะฐ ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธั. ะžะฝ ะฑั‹ะป ะฒั‹ะฝัƒะถะดะตะฝ ะถะตะฝะธั‚ัŒัั ะฝะฐ ะฝะตะน, ะธ, ะตัั‚ะตัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝะพ, ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ะผะพะณะปะฐ ั€ะฐััั‡ะธั‚ั‹ะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ะฝะฐ ั‚ะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพะฝ ะฑัƒะดะตั‚ ะทะฐะฑะพั‚ะธั‚ัŒัั ะพ ะฝะตะน. ยซะœะฝะต ะตั‰ั‘ ะฝัƒะถะฝะพ ะฟะพะดะณะพั‚ะพะฒะธั‚ัŒัั ะบ ะพะฟะตั€ะฐั†ะธะธ, ั‚ะฐะบ ั‡ั‚ะพ ั ะฟะพะนะดัƒยป, - ัะผะธั€ะตะฝะฝั‹ะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฝะธั‡ะตะณะพ ะฝะต ะผะพะถะตั‚ ัะดะตะปะฐั‚ัŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะธะทะผะตะฝะธั‚ัŒ ัะธั‚ัƒะฐั†ะธัŽ. ะ“ะปะฐะฒะฒั€ะฐั‡ ะฟั€ะพัั‚ะพ ะฒะทะดะพั…ะฝัƒะป ะธ ัะผะพั‚ั€ะตะป, ะบะฐะบ ะพะฝะฐ ัƒั…ะพะดะธั‚. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ั ัะฝั‚ัƒะทะธะฐะทะผะพะผ ะฟะพะณั€ัƒะทะธะปะฐััŒ ะฒ ั€ะฐะฑะพั‚ัƒ, ะฟั‹ั‚ะฐัััŒ ะฝะต ะดัƒะผะฐั‚ัŒ ะพ ัั‚ะฐะถะธั€ะพะฒะบะต. ะžะฝะฐ ะฑะตะท ะทะฐะผะธะฝะบะธ ะฟั€ะพะฒะตะปะฐ ัะฒะพัŽ ะฒั‚ะพั€ัƒัŽ ะพะฟะตั€ะฐั†ะธัŽ, ะทะฐั‚ะตะผ ัะฝัะปะฐ ัะฒะพัŽ ั…ะธั€ัƒั€ะณะธั‡ะตัะบัƒัŽ ั„ะพั€ะผัƒ ะธ, ะฟะพัะผะพั‚ั€ะตะฒ ะฒะฒะตั€ั…, ัƒัั‚ะฐะปะพ ะฟะปัŽั…ะฝัƒะปะฐััŒ ะฝะฐ ัั‚ัƒะป. ะ˜ะผะตะฝะฝะพ ะฒ ัั‚ะพั‚ ะผะพะผะตะฝั‚ ะฒ ะณะพัั‚ะธะฝัƒัŽ ะฒะพัˆะปะฐ ะฏะฝะฐ ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ: ยซะ—ะดั€ะฐะฒัั‚ะฒัƒะน, ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, - ะฟะพะฟั€ะธะฒะตั‚ัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ, ัั€ะบะพ ัƒะปั‹ะฑะฐัััŒ. - ะขั‹ ัะฒะพะฑะพะดะฝะฐ ะฒะตั‡ะตั€ะพะผ? ะŸะพะทะฒะพะปัŒ ัƒะณะพัั‚ะธั‚ัŒ ั‚ะตะฑั ัƒะถะธะฝะพะผยป. ยซะ˜ะทะฒะธะฝะธ, ะฝะพ ัƒ ะผะตะฝั ะตัั‚ัŒ ะดะตะปะฐ, ั ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะผะธ ะฝัƒะถะฝะพ ั€ะฐะทะพะฑั€ะฐั‚ัŒัั ะฟะพะทะถะตยป, - ะฒะตะถะปะธะฒะพ ะพั‚ะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐััŒ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะ”ะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะฝะต ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฒ ั…ะพั€ะพัˆะธั… ะพั‚ะฝะพัˆะตะฝะธัั… ั ะฏะฝะพะน. ะžะฝะธ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฟั€ะพัั‚ะพ ะบะพะปะปะตะณะฐะผะธ, ะฐ ะฝะต ะฟะพะดั€ัƒะณะฐะผะธ. ะžะฑะต ะพะบะพะฝั‡ะธะปะธ ะพะดะธะฝ ะธ ั‚ะพั‚ ะถะต ัƒะฝะธะฒะตั€ัะธั‚ะตั‚ ะฒ ะพะดะฝะพ ะธ ั‚ะพ ะถะต ะฒั€ะตะผั. ะ•ั‰ั‘ ั‚ะพะณะดะฐ ะฏะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ั‚ะพะน ะตั‰ั‘ ัˆั‚ัƒั‡ะบะพะน. ะžะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะพั‡ะตะฝัŒ ะฐะผะฑะธั†ะธะพะทะฝะพะน ะธ ะฒัะตะณะดะฐ ั…ะพั‚ะตะปะฐ ะฟะพะบั€ะฐัะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒัั ะธ ะฟั€ะธะฒะปะตะบะฐั‚ัŒ ะฒัะตะพะฑั‰ะตะต ะฒะฝะธะผะฐะฝะธะต. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, ะฒ ัะฒะพัŽ ะพั‡ะตั€ะตะดัŒ, ะฟั€ะตะดะฟะพั‡ะธั‚ะฐะปะฐ ะพัั‚ะฐะฒะฐั‚ัŒัั ะฝะตะทะฐะผะตั‚ะฝะพะน ะธ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฟะพะณั€ัƒะถะตะฝะฐ ะฒ ัะฒะพะธ ะบะฝะธะณะธ. ะœะพะถะฝะพ ัะบะฐะทะฐั‚ัŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะธ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะฐะฑัะพะปัŽั‚ะฝะพ ั€ะฐะทะฝั‹ะผะธ. ะŸะพะฝัั‚ะฝะพะต ะดะตะปะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะพะฝะธ ะฝะต ะพั‡ะตะฝัŒ ั…ะพั€ะพัˆะพ ะปะฐะดะธะปะธ. ยซะž, ะพั‡ะตะฝัŒ ะถะฐะปัŒ, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะฏะฝะฐ, ะฒั‹ะณะปัะดั ะฟะพั‡ะตะผัƒ-ั‚ะพ ัะผัƒั‰ั‘ะฝะฝะพะน. - ะ’ะพะพะฑั‰ะต-ั‚ะพ ั ั…ะพั‚ะตะปะฐ ั ั‚ะพะฑะพะน ะบะพะต ะพ ั‡ั‘ะผ ะฟะพะณะพะฒะพั€ะธั‚ัŒยป. ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒัั‚ะฐะปะฐ ะธ ะฟะพะดะพัˆะปะฐ ะบ ัะฒะพะตะผัƒ ัˆะบะฐั„ั‡ะธะบัƒ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฟะพะฒะตัะธั‚ัŒ ั…ะฐะปะฐั‚. ยซะ“ะพะฒะพั€ะธยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ, ะฝะต ะณะปัะดั ะฝะฐ ะฏะฝัƒ. ะขะพั‚ ั„ะฐะบั‚, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะตั‘ ะบะพะปะปะตะณะฐ ั‚ะฐะบ ะธะปะธ ะธะฝะฐั‡ะต ัะฒัะทะฐะปะฐััŒ ั ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะตะผ, ะตั‰ั‘ ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะต ะพั‚ะดะฐะปะธะป ะšะฐะผะธะปะปัƒ ะพั‚ ะฏะฝั‹. ยซะขั‹, ะดะพะปะถะฝะพ ะฑั‹ั‚ัŒ, ัะปั‹ัˆะฐะปะฐ, ะดะฐ? ะœะฝะต ะพั‡ะตะฝัŒ ะถะฐะปัŒ. ะฏ ะฟะพะฝัั‚ะธั ะฝะต ะธะผะตะปะฐ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะดะธั€ะตะบั‚ะพั€โ€ฆยป ยซะ’ัั‘ ะฒ ะฟะพั€ัะดะบะตยป, - ะฟะตั€ะตะฑะธะปะฐ ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะžะดะฝะฐะบะพ ะฏะฝะฐ ะตั‰ั‘ ะฝะต ะฒัั‘ ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะธ ะฟั€ะพะดะพะปะถะธะปะฐ: ยซะ˜ ะตั‰ั‘, ะผะพะถะตัˆัŒ ัะพั…ั€ะฐะฝะธั‚ัŒ ะฒ ัะตะบั€ะตั‚ะต ั‚ะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฒั‡ะตั€ะฐ ะฒะตั‡ะตั€ะพะผ ั‚ั‹ ะฒั‹ัˆะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ัะผะตะฝัƒ ะฒะผะตัั‚ะพ ะผะตะฝั? ะ—ะฝะฐะตัˆัŒ, ะฟะพัะบะพะปัŒะบัƒ ั ัะพะฑะธั€ะฐัŽััŒ ะฒ ะฆะตะฝั‚ั€ะฐะปัŒะฝั‹ะน ะฒะพะตะฝะฝั‹ะน ะณะพัะฟะธั‚ะฐะปัŒ, ั ะฝะต ั…ะพั‡ัƒ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ัั‚ะพ ะฟั€ะธั‡ะธะฝะธะปะพ ะบะฐะบะธะต-ะปะธะฑะพ ะฟั€ะพะฑะปะตะผั‹ยป. ะะตัะผะพั‚ั€ั ะฝะฐ ั‚ะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฟั€ะพััŒะฑะฐ ะฏะฝั‹ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฝะตะพะฑั‹ั‡ะฝะพะน, ะšะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะต ะดัƒะผะฐะปะฐ ะพะฑ ัั‚ะพะผ ะธ ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ะธะปะฐ: ยซะฏ ะฝะธะบะพะผัƒ ะฝะต ัะบะฐะถัƒยป. ะ’ ะปัŽะฑะพะผ ัะปัƒั‡ะฐะต, ะฝะต ะฑั‹ะปะพ ะฝะธั‡ะตะณะพ ัั‚ั€ะฐะฝะฝะพะณะพ ะฒ ั‚ะพะผ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะฒะทัั‚ัŒ ะฝะฐ ัะตะฑั ัะผะตะฝัƒ ะบะพะปะปะตะณะธ. ะ’ั€ะตะผั ะพั‚ ะฒั€ะตะผะตะฝะธ ะธะผ ะฟั€ะธั…ะพะดะธะปะพััŒ ัั‚ะฐะปะบะธะฒะฐั‚ัŒัั ั ะปะธั‡ะฝั‹ะผะธ ั‡ั€ะตะทะฒั‹ั‡ะฐะนะฝั‹ะผะธ ะพะฑัั‚ะพัั‚ะตะปัŒัั‚ะฒะฐะผะธ. ะะฐ ั‚ะตั€ั€ะธั‚ะพั€ะธะธ ะฑะพะปัŒะฝะธั†ั‹. ะคั‘ะดะพั€ ัะธะดะตะป ะฝะฐ ะทะฐะดะฝะตะผ ัะธะดะตะฝัŒะต ะดะพั€ะพะณะพะน ั‡ั‘ั€ะฝะพะน ะผะฐัˆะธะฝั‹, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะฐั ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ะฟั€ะธะฟะฐั€ะบะพะฒะฐะฝะฐ ัƒ ะฒะพั€ะพั‚. ยซะัƒ, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะพะฝ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ, ะฟะตั€ะตะฟะพะปะฝะตะฝะฝั‹ะผ ะณะพั€ะดะพัั‚ัŒัŽ, - ั‡ั‚ะพ ะดัƒะผะฐะตัˆัŒ ะพ ะผะพะตะน ัƒั‡ะตะฝะธั†ะต? ะฃ ะฝะตั‘ ะพั‚ะปะธั‡ะฝั‹ะต ัะฟะพัะพะฑะฝะพัั‚ะธ, ะฝะต ั‚ะฐะบ ะปะธ?ยป ะ ัะดะพะผ ั ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะพะน ัะธะดะตะป ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน, ะพั‚ะบะธะฝัƒะฒัˆะธััŒ ะฝะฐ ัะฟะธะฝะบัƒ ัะธะดะตะฝัŒั. ะžะฝ ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ะฟะพะดัƒะผะฐะป ะพ ะฒั€ะฐั‡ะต, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะน ะปะตั‡ะธะป ะตะณะพ, ะธ ะฒัะฟะพะผะฝะธะป, ะบะฐะบะธะผะธ ัะฟะพะบะพะนะฝั‹ะผะธ ะธ ั‚ะพั‡ะฝั‹ะผะธ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ะตั‘ ะดะตะนัั‚ะฒะธั. ะะฐ ัะฐะผะพะผ ะดะตะปะต, ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะป ะฟะพั€ะฐะถะตะฝ ะตั‘ ัะฟะพัะพะฑะฝะพัั‚ัะผะธ. ยซะญั‚ะพ ะณะพัะฟะพะถะฐ ะ’ะพะปะบะพะฒะฐยป, - ะฒะดั€ัƒะณ ะทะฐะณะพะฒะพั€ะธะป ะ”ะตะฝะธั. ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธะน ะพะฟัƒัั‚ะธะป ัั‚ะตะบะปะพ ะบะฐะบ ั€ะฐะท ะฒ ั‚ะพั‚ ะผะพะผะตะฝั‚, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะฏะฝะฐ ะฟะพะดะพัˆะปะฐ ะบ ะผะฐัˆะธะฝะต. ะ‘ั€ะพะฒะธ ะคั‘ะดะพั€ะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝัะปะธััŒ, ะธ ะพะฝ ัะบะฐะทะฐะป: ยซะฏะฝะฐ?ยป ะ”ะตะฝะธั ะพะฑะตั€ะฝัƒะปัั ั ะฒะพะดะธั‚ะตะปัŒัะบะพะณะพ ะผะตัั‚ะฐ ะธ ัะฟั€ะพัะธะป: ยซะ’ั‹ ะทะฝะฐะตั‚ะต ะตั‘?ยป ะคั‘ะดะพั€ ะบะธะฒะฝัƒะป, ะตะณะพ ะฒะทะณะปัะด ะทะฐะฑะปะตัั‚ะตะป ะพั‚ ะปัŽะฑะพะฟั‹ั‚ัั‚ะฒะฐ. ยซะžะฝะฐ ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ัั‚ัƒะดะตะฝั‚ะบะพะน ะฝะฐ ะณะพะด ะผะปะฐะดัˆะต ะฒ ะผะพั‘ะผ ัƒะฝะธะฒะตั€ัะธั‚ะตั‚ะตยป. ะ’ะธั‚ะฐะปะธัŽ ัั‚ะฐะปะพ ะปัŽะฑะพะฟั‹ั‚ะฝะพ, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝ ัƒัะปั‹ัˆะฐะป ัั‚ะพ. ะ—ะฝะฐั‡ะธั‚, ัั‚ะฐ ะดะตะฒัƒัˆะบะฐ ะฝะต ั‚ะพะปัŒะบะพ ัะฟะฐัะปะฐ ะตะณะพ ะฟั€ะพัˆะปะพะน ะฝะพั‡ัŒัŽ, ะฝะพ ะธ ะทะฐะปะตั‡ะธะปะฐ ะตะณะพ ั€ะฐะฝั‹? ยซะญั‚ะพ ััƒะดัŒะฑะฐ?ยป - ะฒะพัะบะปะธะบะฝัƒะป ะ”ะตะฝะธั. ะ’ัะตะปะตะฝะฝะฐั ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั† ั€ะตัˆะธะปะฐ ะดะฐั‚ัŒ ะตะณะพ ะฑะพัััƒ ัˆะฐะฝั ะฝะฐ ะปัŽะฑะพะฒัŒ? ยซะšะฐะบะพะณะพ ั‡ั‘ั€ั‚ะฐ ั‚ั‹ ะฝะตัั‘ัˆัŒ?ยป - ัะฟั€ะพัะธะป ะคั‘ะดะพั€, ะฝะฐั…ะผัƒั€ะธะฒัˆะธััŒ, ะฟะตั€ะตะฒะพะดั ะฒะทะณะปัะด ั ะพะดะฝะพะณะพ ะผัƒะถั‡ะธะฝั‹ ะฝะฐ ะดั€ัƒะณะพะณะพ. ...... ะงั‚ะพ ะฑัƒะดะตั‚ ะดะฐะปัŒัˆะต? ะšะพะปะธั‡ะตัั‚ะฒะพ ะณะปะฐะฒ ะทะดะตััŒ ะพะณั€ะฐะฝะธั‡ะตะฝะพ, ะฝะฐะถะผะธั‚ะต ะฝะฐ ะบะฝะพะฟะบัƒ ะฝะธะถะต, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ัƒัั‚ะฐะฝะพะฒะธั‚ัŒ ะฟั€ะธะปะพะถะตะฝะธะต ะธ ะฟั€ะพะดะพะปะถะธั‚ัŒ ั‡ั‚ะตะฝะธะต ะฑะพะปะตะต ะทะฐั…ะฒะฐั‚ั‹ะฒะฐัŽั‰ะธั… ะณะปะฐะฒ! 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Yes 2024-11-23 15:12 active 1910 0 ๐Ÿ˜Read the next chapters๐Ÿ‘‰ Itโ€™s not the first time I received photos of my husband, Owen, cheating on me. After losing my parents, I was adopted by Owenโ€™s family. I grew up with him. We were inexplicably attracted to each other but we dared not to admit it. Until that one crazy night... anyway we got married when we were both 22. Now, itโ€™s been three years. But Owen had been acting very strange recently. These photos seemed to explain why... I had to confront him. โ€œOwen?โ€ I called out. โ€œOwen, where are you?โ€ He didn't answer. Owen was on the phone with his friend. As I was about to knock on the door, I overheard: โ€œNo, I donโ€™t think I love her anymore.โ€ Owenโ€™s words gave me icy chills. โ€œHow could he say that?!โ€ My heart was broken. Owen left without any explanation that night. When Owen came back he was very drunk. He started kissing me and called me Josie. I couldnโ€™t believe what I heardโ€ฆ โ€œJosieโ€ฆ? Were you with Josie?โ€ I asked with panic in my voice. I couldnโ€™t believe my husband cheated on me with my best friend. Life passed, I became more and more painful. I finally got divorced with Owen. I thought there would be no relationship between us. But the appearance of Raymond gave me fresh hope for love. Raymond was Owenโ€™s uncle. He was only several years older, but very mature. He was tall, handsome and rich. He was one of the most attractive men I knew. After living in Australia for most of his life, he had come back 10 years ago to take over his familyโ€™s business. By now, he was the most successful CEO in the city. Although all women admired him, he remained single. I couldnโ€™t believe such a wonderful man would confess to me. I didnโ€™t know why he would fall in love with such an ordinary woman like me? Heโ€™s always there when I was in danger and even got injured when protecting me. But I can not accept him as his relationship with my ex-husband. Then the unexpected thing happened. My best friend set me up. When I woke up, I found myself under Raymond's sheet. โ€œDonโ€™t be scared, Noah.โ€ โ€œIโ€™ll protect you.โ€ โ€œIโ€™m willing to take responsibility.โ€ โ€œNoah, I love you.โ€ His magnetic voice always lingered in my ears. Could I trust him? What will happen if I get involved in this forbidden relationship? LEARN_MORE https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12088&u Random Reading https://www.facebook.com/61560831098071/ 21 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 redtgb.com DCO https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12088&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/448761212_999988184491714_8141244835199273968_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=H_WoOtnZRqUQ7kNvgFEy9U4&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Ahlm0DIrIqs4rpvahhKiqCh&oh=00_AYCEpDyz4vnJV6fl-OOrD6opXdD5a8HF4y3DKTycf7YaAw&oe=6747FD2D PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Random Reading 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-11-23 15:12 active 1910 0 El regreso de la esposa no deseada En su aniversario de boda, ella se vistiรณ de gala para acudir a la cita, pero fue drogada por la amante de su esposo, y se enredรณ con un desconocido durante una noche, ยกsin darse cuenta de que ese era el hermanastro y rival en los negocios de su esposo! ===== En el opulento y poco iluminado cine privado, se transmitรญa en vivo la subasta de joyas mรกs exclusiva. "Un millรณn a la una, un millรณn a las dos...". La fuerte voz del subastador resonรณ en la sala, el hombre apretรณ con mรกs fuerza la cintura de Alicia Bennett... La intensidad entre ellos solo se hizo mรกs feroz a medida que pasaba el tiempo... El subastador dejรณ caer su mazo. "ยกVendido por diez millones! ยกDรฉmosle un aplauso al seรฑor Joshua Yates!". Ese nombre impactรณ a Alicia como si fuera un rayo. Su cuerpo se puso rรญgido, por lo que el hombre no pudo evitar notarlo. Sus movimientos se detuvieron mientras sus ojos entrecerrados de satisfacciรณn observaban perezosamente la pantalla. La cรกmara se acercรณ al rostro de Joshua Yates, por lo que cada detalle de sus conocidos rasgos se mostrรณ con perfecta claridad. "Joshua, el segundo hijo de la familia Yates... ยฟEs un conocido tuyo?", preguntรณ, arrastrando las palabras. Sus labios se curvaron en una sonrisa maliciosa mientras. La mujer frunciรณ mรกs el ceรฑo, ya que lo รบltimo que querรญa era discutir ese asunto. Ella no respondiรณ. Ver la situaciรณn, el hombre se rio por lo bajo, en cambio, agarrรณ con mรกs fuerza su cintura y se moviรณ de manera mรกs implacable... Cuando todo terminรณ, Alicia aprovechรณ que el hombre estaba en la ducha para escapar sigilosamente. Cuando Caden Ward finalmente saliรณ del baรฑo, sin ver la figura de la mujer. Una mirada divertida se apoderรณ de sus ojos y una sonrisa burlona apareciรณ en sus labios. Despuรฉs de un rato, Hank Ford, su asistente, irrumpiรณ en la habitaciรณn con nerviosismo. "Eh, discรบlpeme, seรฑor Ward. Estaba distraรญdo. Deme un momento y la traerรฉ de vuelta ahora mismo". Acababan de regresar al paรญs y habรญan tomado todas las precauciones. Pero aun asรญ, una mujer habรญa logrado burlar su seguridad. Caden exhalรณ una corriente, "No es necesario. Yo... lo hice voluntariamente". Hank abriรณ mucho los ojos. La cabeza de Hank empezรณ a dar vueltas. En todo el tiempo que lo conocรญa, nunca lo habรญa visto acostarse con una mujer, ni siquiera habรญa tenido una contacto fisico. Incluso habรญa rumores de que sufrรญa una enfermedad, y que por eso nunca habรญa tenido s*xo. Pero ahora, esos rumores se evaporaron ante ese giro inesperado. Antes de que Hank pudiera procesar todo, la profunda voz de Caden lo devolviรณ a la realidad. "Quiero que investigues la vida personal de Joshua. El informe debe estar en mi escritorio en media hora Esa noche, Alicia habรญa entrado tambaleรกndose a su habitaciรณn, febril y desesperada. Obviamente, la habรญan d**gado. Y entonces descubriรณ algo: Alicia era puro. Dos aรฑos de matrimonio con Joshua... ยฟY aun asรญ, estaba intacta? Sus labios se curvaron en una sonrisa de satisfacciรณn. Lo inesperado siempre lo intrigaba. Pero mientras reflexionaba, una cosa le quedรณ muy clara: Alicia no sabรญa con quiรฉn habรญa estado debido a los efectos de la d**ga. Cuando la joven regresรณ a casa, la primera luz del amanecer se estaba filtrando por las ventanas. Solo entonces se dio cuenta de cuรกnto tiempo habรญa estado fuera. Pero antes de que pudiera seguir pensando en eso, sonรณ su celular. Era una llamada de su mejor amiga, Monica Flynn. "ยกAlicia!", gritรณ ella desde el otro extremo de la lรญnea. Sonaba bastante preocupada. "ยฟCรณmo estรกs ahora?". Alicia exhalรณ un profundo suspiro y se quitรณ los zapatos descuidadamente. "He estado mejor", susurrรณ. Desbordada de rabia, Monica espetรณ implacablemente: "ยกJoshua es un pedazo de mi*rda! ยกEs tan repugnante! ยกSi no quiere seguir casado, deberรญa armarse de valor y divorciarse de ti! ยฟQuรฉ clase de enfermo conspira contra su propia esposa?". Alicia sintiรณ el profundo dolor de la traiciรณn. Ayer habรญa sido su segundo aniversario de matrimonio. Joshua le habรญa enviado un mensaje sugiriendo que lo celebraran. Alicia pensรณ que รฉl habรญa cambiado, asรญ que se vistiรณ elegantemente. Pero solo se encontrรณ con una decepciรณn y una bebida con d**ga que le hizo tener una noche de confusiรณn y caos. ยฟDe verdad Joshua habรญa planeado todo eso? Tragรกndose su amargura, Alicia se obligรณ a subir lentamente las escaleras. "Estรก bien, Monica. Yo me encargarรฉ de eso". Siempre protectora, la aludida no estaba convencida. "ยฟPiensas tomar medidas? ยฟCรณmo piensas hacerlo? Solo dime y estarรฉ ahรญ ahora mismo!". Alicia no pudo evitar esbozar una pequeรฑa y cansada sonrisa, luego colgรณ el telรฉfono. Repentino la puerta de su dormitorio se abriรณ con un crujido. Alicia alzรณ la mirada y sintiรณ su corazรณn hundirse. Reciรฉn salido de la ducha, con una toalla enrollada alrededor de su cintura, estaba Joshua. Su cabello hรบmedo se le pegaba a la frente mientras la miraba fijamente. Capรญtulo 2 Divorciรฉmonos Alicia saliรณ de su aturdimiento en cuanto se encontrรณ con la mirada gรฉlida de Joshua, su supuesto esposo. El hombre tenรญa una expresiรณn tan indiferente como siempre, como si estuviera mirando a una desconocida. Lo รบnico fuera de lugar era el mordisco en sus labios. Estaba tan disgustada que tuvo que aguantar sus arcadas. Ella lo empujรณ y estaba a punto de entrar. Joshua frunciรณ el ceรฑo y agarrรณ su muรฑeca. "Alicia, ยฟpor quรฉ tienes esta actitud?". No parecรญa estar contento con ella, lo que era algo raro considerando lo poco que se molestaba en volver a casa. Normalmente, ella lo habrรญa recibido con los brazos abiertos y una mirada alegre en su cansado rostro, pero hoy parecรญa agotada, casi vacรญa. No se resistiรณ a su agarre y lo mirรณ a los ojos con una calma que lo puso nervioso. "ยฟNo he sido siempre asรญ? He sido obediente y sensata, he cuidado de la casa para que estรฉ en orden, para que estรฉs cรณmodo y puedas dar lo mejor en el trabajo". Una pequeรฑa y amarga sonrisa se dibujรณ en sus labios. "ยฟNo es eso lo que mรกs te gusta de mรญ? Te facilito las cosas, ยฟno? Te dejo tiempo para que se lo dediques... a alguien especial". Los ojos de Joshua se oscurecieron ante esa acusaciรณn. Querรญa negarlo, pero no le importรณ. ยฟPor quรฉ harรญa eso? Le soltรณ la mano y dijo bruscamente: "En realidad, por eso estoy aquรญ. Tenemos que hablar". Alicia se frotรณ vigorosamente la muรฑeca, como si quisiera limpiarse donde la tocรณ. "ยฟFinalmente piensas hacer pรบblica tu relaciรณn con ella?". El rostro de Joshua se contrajo al instante. "ยฟQuรฉ sabes tรบ? ยฟLe pediste a un detective privado que me persiguiera o algo asรญ?", preguntรณ el hombre. Alicia soltรณ una risa amarga. "ยฟEs necesario? Anoche no escatimaste en gastos para complacerla. Incluso un ciego podrรญa darse cuenta de que estรกs loco por ella". Joshua la mirรณ fijamente, inquieto por su frialdad. Era su misma voz y era la misma Alicia, pero habรญa algo diferente... Por alguna razรณn, se sintiรณ herido, como una espina que se clavaba en su corazรณn. Tal vez se debรญa a la forma en que lo miraba ahora: sus antes cรกlidos y amorosos ojos ahora estaban completamente vacรญos. No habรญa rabia ni dolor, solo...nada. Era un marcado contraste con la mujer que lo miraba como si รฉl fuera su mundo entero. No sabรญa por quรฉ, pero verla asรญ despertรณ algo en รฉl, un descontento desconocido. Molesto por su propia reacciรณn, Joshua decidiรณ contraatacar con mayor dureza: "Estรก embarazada. Es un embarazo delicado, asรญ que le comprรฉ algo para animarla". Alicia apretรณ los puรฑos. ยฟE*barazada? Todas las noches que ella se quedรณ despierta esperando su regreso, ยฟรฉl estuvo intentando formar una nueva familia con otra mujer? Al verla estremecerse, Joshua sintiรณ una ligera satisfacciรณn. "No es que no quiera dormir contigo", dijo con condescendencia. "Eres tan simple que aburres. Ningรบn hombre quiere algo asรญ". Sus crueles palabras atravesaron a Alicia, pero aun asรญ, logrรณ mantener la compostura. No es que evitara la intimidad, simplemente no solรญa tomar la iniciativa. ยฟEso la volvรญa tan indeseable? ยฟEra un pecado no ser lo suficientemente s**uctora? Alicia respirรณ profundamente para obligarse a mantener la calma. "Estรก bien", murmurรณ. "Divorciรฉmonos. Puedes darle el tรญtulo que ella quiere". El pรกrpado de Joshua temblรณ involuntariamente. Entrecerrando los ojos con sospecha, resoplรณ: "ยฟEs este otro de tus juegos?". Su voz se volviรณ mรกs mordaz mientras hablaba con certeza: "Alicia, durante dos aรฑos has hecho de todo para llamar mi atenciรณn. ยฟNo te cansas? Porque yo estoy cansado". Hizo una pausa para que ella sintiera su desdรฉn. "Dices amarme mucho. ยฟDe verdad podrรญas alejarte de mรญ?". Alicia no pudo evitar lanzar una risa amarga. ยฟAmarlo? ยฟSiquiera entendรญa lo que eso significab Cuando el negocio de Joshua se derrumbรณ, y solo tuvo deudas y sueรฑos destrozados, Alicia puso sus ahorros para rescatarlo de los escombros. Por gratitud, o tal vez por obligaciรณn, Joshua se habรญa casado con ella. Durante dos largos aรฑos, ella fue la esposa obediente que lo apoyaba mientras se abrรญa camino hacia el รฉxito. ยฟY quรฉ habรญa recibido a cambio? Fue abandonada como una reliquia inรบtil, mientras que otra mujer llevaba un hijo de รฉl. Su amor y su lealtad habรญan sido destrozados bajo sus pies. "Redacta el acuerdo de divorcio", declarรณ Alicia firmemente. "Aceptarรฉ los tรฉrminos que gustes". Luego, se dio la vuelta y saliรณ del lugar, dejando a Joshua solo en el pasillo. El joven la mirรณ enojado durante unos segundos, pero luego una sonrisa burlona tirรณ de sus labios. Se habรญa vuelto mรกs intrigante. Pero dudaba que fuera capaz de mantener esa mรกscara por mucho tiempo. Joshua saliรณ furioso de la casa y se dirigiรณ al apartamento donde lo esperaba su am**te, Lilliana Green. "Bueno, eso fue rรกpido", bromeรณ ella con una ceja alzada cuando Joshua le contรณ que se iba a divorciar. "Parece que no fue tan difรญcil convencerla como decรญas". Joshua la atrajo a sus brazos. "Es astuta", murmurรณ con sospecha. "No sรฉ si de verdad estรก aceptando el divorcio o solo estรก jugando conmigo". Lilliana abrazรณ perezosamente su cuello. Su mirada ardรญa con s**uctora picardรญa. "Relรกjate, Joshua", ronroneรณ. "Incluso si cambia de opiniรณn, ya serรก demasiado tarde". Joshua frunciรณ el ceรฑo. "ยฟQuรฉ quieres decir?". Capรญtulo 3 Olvidarloโ€˜โ€™ Los ojos de Lilliana se volvieron sombrรญos y sus labios se curvaron en una leve sonrisa. No era tan tonta como para mostrar sus cartas en ese momento, asรญ que le dio una excusa sencilla. "Durante estos aรฑos que llevan casados, ella ha vivido tranquilamente en las sombras, como una simple ama de casa apartada del mundo. ยฟSe atreverรญa a decir algo si tomas una decisiรณn?". Joshua apretรณ los labios. Durante esos dos aรฑos, Alicia habรญa hecho todo por รฉl, le habรญa dado apoyo y consuelo. Lo habรญa amado intensamente, pero al fin y al cabo, ยฟquรฉ valor tenรญa el amor? Contra todo pronรณstico, Joshua se abriรณ camino hasta la cima y finalmente logrรณ alcanzar el poder que tanto ansiaba. Pero ese รฉxito no habรญa sido fรกcil. No era el amor lo que aseguraba su posiciรณn, sino las alianzas con los poderosos. El prestigio de la hija de la familia Green valรญa mucho mรกs que el amor devoto de Alicia. Mientras esos pensamientos llenaban su mente. "Joshua, felicitaciones por escapar de la rutina", Lilliana murmurรณ con voz aterciopelada. "ยฟLo celebramos?". Joshua se quedรณ mirรกndola, pero de repente, el rostro indiferente de Alicia apareciรณ ante sus ojos. Desde que saliรณ de casa, ella no lo habรญa llamado ni una vez para preguntarle dรณnde estaba. Antes, cuando รฉl se enojaba, siempre lo llamaba con ansiedad. Una inexplicable irritaciรณn surgiรณ en su interior. Sin pensarlo, empujรณ a Lilliana para alejarla. "Solo tienes unas pocas semanas de embarazo", murmurรณ con voz ronca. "Debes tener cuidado". Pero ella era astuta y no tardรณ en darse cuenta de que estaba distraรญdo. "Joshua, ยฟquรฉ pasa?", preguntรณ suavemente. "ยฟNo quieres divorciarte?". "Por supuesto que quiero divorciarme de ella", respondiรณ รฉl al instante. Liliana entrecerrรณ los ojos mientras lo estudiaba. "Entonces, ยฟpor quรฉ no te ves feliz?". Joshua ofreciรณ una excusa rรกpida. "La condiciรณn de mi padre ha empeorado", respondiรณ con cierto distanciamiento. "No le queda mucho tiempo y Caden regresรณ anoche. Tal vez vino para reclamar su herencia, asรญ que debo saber cรณmo manejarlo". Lilliana parpadeรณ con desconcierto. "ยฟCaden? ยฟEl hijo del primer matrimonio de tu padre? Ni siquiera lleva el apellido Yates. ยฟQuรฉ derecho tiene para pelear contigo por la herencia?". El rostro de Joshua se oscureciรณ. Era cierto, pero al fin y al cabo, seguรญa siendo el hijo de una rompe hogares. En todos esos aรฑos, se habรญa esforzado incansablemente no solo para alcanzar una posiciรณn en la familia Yates, sino para empujar a Caden a las sombras, el lugar donde pertenecรญa. De una forma u otra, estaba decidido a ganar. Mientras tanto, Alicia se despertรณ con las extremidades fatigadas. Ya habรญa oscurecido, pero se sentรญa mรกs cansada que antes. Y era porque sus sueรฑos giraban en torno a ese desconocido. Solo saliรณ de su aturdimiento cuando su celular vibrรณ con una llamada de Monica. "Alicia, tengo los resultados de tu anรกlisis de s*ngre. Se los pasรฉ a un amigo mรญo que tiene buenos contactos. Estรก investigando quiรฉn comprรณ esa d**ga". Alicia se incorporรณ y su mente se agudizรณ. "Gracias, Monica. Lo aprecio mucho". "Si de verdad quieres agradecerme, hazme un favor: deja de estar obsesionada con ese i**ota. Y despuรฉs del divorcio, solo concรฉntrate en tu carrera. Me lo debes". Alicia se sintiรณ conmovida y bajรณ la cabeza en silenciosa gratitud. "Lo sรฉ, lo sรฉ". Ahora que lo pensaba, sus sentimientos por Joshua nunca habรญan sido de amor verdadero, ya que todo era porque se sentรญa en deuda, un sentido de obligaciรณn. Las expectativas de su familia siempre habรญan pesado sobre ella, y en esa infancia solitaria y sofocada, fue Joshua quien estuvo a su lado. Su compaรฑรญa habรญa alimentado un vago afecto que habรญa confundido con el amor. "Es una suerte que nunca me haya aferrado con fuerza al amor", murmurรณ. "Estos dos รบltimos aรฑos... solo los verรฉ como una forma de devolverle su bondad". Monica hizo una pausa para darle cierta consideraciรณn. Sabรญa mejor que nadie que, en algรบn momento, Joshua habรญa amado a Alicia. Pero el amor podรญa ser muy fugaz. "Alicia, realmente espero que lo hayas olvidado para siempre", declarรณ con un suspiro de convicciรณn. Alicia sintiรณ un dolor en el pecho. Sus ojos ardรญan mientras intentaba contener las ganas de llorar. Rรกpidamente presionรณ una mano sobre sus pรกrpados, negรกndose a derramar lรกgrimas. Fue entonces cuando se quedรณ congelada. Mirรณ fijamente su mano. El anillo de bodas, algo que habรญa conservado con tanto fervor, habรญa desaparecido. No lo habรญa llevado durante todo un dรญa y una noche, y ella ni siquiera se habรญa dado cuenta. Su corazรณn se sintiรณ mรกs ligero y el peso de todo lo que habรญa estado cargando empezรณ a desvanecerse. "Sรญ, realmente lo he olvidado", susurrรณ mรกs para sรญ misma. No pasรณ mucho tiempo para que Joshua se diera cuenta de la pรฉrdida del anillo. Habรญa regresado para recoger algo cuando sus ojos se posaron en su mano. "ยฟDรณnde estรก tu anillo de bodas?", preguntรณ con el ceรฑo fruncido. Capรญtulo 4 Su nรฉmesis Ahora todo lo que Alicia querรญa era dejar a Joshua, asรญ que ignorรณ su pregunta y espetรณ: "ยฟYa estรกn listos los papeles del divorcio?". Otra vez esa palabra. El hombre se mostrรณ irritado. "ยฟPor quรฉ tanta prisa?", siseรณ con un tono cortante. "Mi padre estรก ultimando su testamento, y si se sabe que me divorciarรฉ, mi reputaciรณn estarรก arruinada. Ahora alista tus cosas, esta tarde cenaremos en la mansiรณn Yates". Debido al regreso de Caden, la familia le organizรณ una cena de bienvenida. Esperaban que eso animara a Jerald Yates, el padre de Joshua. Pero lo รบltimo que querรญa Alicie era mantener la farsa de un matrimonio feliz. "No irรฉ", respondiรณ secamente. "Solo tramita el divorcio y deja de hacerme perder el tiempo". Joshua se rio, pero era un sonido que no contenรญa calidez. "Oh, vamos, Alicia. No finjas mรกs. Escondiste el anillo porque en realidad no quieres dejarme, ยฟcierto? No soportas la idea de estar sin mรญ". Con una sonrisa, se inclinรณ y agregรณ: "Te has esforzando mucho durante estos รบltimos dos aรฑos. Incluso si nos divorciamos, te seguirรฉ cuidando, siempre y cuando me mantengas feliz". Alicia abriรณ mucho los ojos. Su incredulidad se convirtiรณ en rabia. ยฟEsconder el anillo? ยฟNo soportar estar sin รฉl? Sus arrogantes palabras eran demasiado chirriantes. "Oh, seรฑor Yates, ยฟcรณmo podrรญa hacerle feliz?", respondiรณ con una mueca despectiva. "No te preocupes, te devolverรฉ el anillo. No querrรกs que esta humilde mujer te moleste, ยฟverdad? Una vez que lo tengas, finalizaremos el divorcio". Pero รฉl no se inmutรณ ante sus palabras. Pensaba conocerla demasiado bien, asรญ que estaba convencido de que era otra estrategia para llamar su atenciรณn. Sin pensarlo mucho, le arrojรณ una bolsa. "Hoy tenemos invitados. Vรญstete apropiadamente, no quiero que me hagas quedar mal". Alicia mirรณ la bolsa y recordรณ las innumerables veces que habรญa ido a la mansiรณn vestida con ropa modesta y sin pretensiones, ya que querรญa hacer todo lo posible para integrarse y complacerlos a รฉl y a su familia. Pero ahora que su divorcio se acercaba, ya no le interesaba desempeรฑar el papel de esposa obediente. Tras ponerse el atuendo, se aplicรณ cuidadosamente el maquillaje, justo lo suficiente para resaltar la vitalidad de su impecable cutis. Esas mejoras sutiles acentuaron su piel suave y sus delicados rasgos, dรกndoles un cierto brillo. Cuando Joshua la vio bajar las escaleras, se quedรณ paralizado, con la mirada perdida. Alicia se veรญa mรกs atractiva de lo habitual, tal vez por la forma en que el vestido acentuaba sus elegantes curvas. En la entrada de la mansiรณn Yates, los dos asumieron sus roles de esposos perfectos, enmascarando su tensiรณn con aparente facilidad. Alicia entrelazรณ su brazo con el de Joshua. Sus movimientos se sincronizaron mientras se acercaban al patio. Aunque Jerald estaba demasiado enfermo para recibir visitas, el amplio salรณn estaba lleno de gente. Los familiares llenaban el espacio mientras charlaban. El ruido zumbaba en todo el lugar. Sin embargo, por alguna razรณn, en cuanto Alicia cruzรณ el umbral, sintiรณ un escalofrรญo agudo. Instintivamente alzรณ la mirada y se vio inmediatamente atraรญda por la figura que descansaba en el otro extremo. El hombre rezumaba elegancia e imponencia. Tenรญa las piernas cruzadas y la camisa oscura desabotonada lo suficiente para revelar una franja de su clavรญcula. Cuando los ojos de Alicia se encontraron con los de รฉl, una mirada familiar y autoritaria que la dejรณ congelada, su mente se acelerรณ mientras las emociones la embargaban incontrolablemente. Joshua notรณ su cambio y frunciรณ el ceรฑo. "ยฟQuรฉ te pasa?". Alicia sentรญa que su respiraciรณn se agitaba. Una palabra apenas audible escapรณ de sus labios. "ยฟCaden?". Con solo mencionar su nombre, sintiรณ un escalofrรญo en la columna vertebral. Caden era la encarnaciรณn de sus pesadillas. Debido a la amistad de sus familias, sus caminos se cruzaron por primera vez cuando solo tenรญa diez aรฑos. Despuรฉs de tomarse un aรฑo sabรกtico, este se transfiriรณ a su escuela y, a partir de ese momento, el mundo perfecto de Alicia empezรณ a desmoronarse. Ya no podรญa reclamar el primer puesto. No importaba lo mucho que se esforzaba ni cuรกn tarde se quedara estudiando, Caden siempre estaba un paso por delante. La superaba por un margen mรญnimo, un punto o tal vez dos, dejรกndola perpetuamente estancada en el segundo lugar. Cualquier otra persona podrรญa haber aceptado la derrota y resignado a ser el subcampeรณn. Pero Alicia no era asรญ. Habรญa nacido en la otrora prestigiosa familia Bennett, y fue criada con el peso sofocante de honrar su apellido. La excelencia no era solo un objetivo, era la moneda con la que podรญa ganarse el afecto de sus padres. No podรญa fracasar, pero Caden tuvo la audacia de arrebatarle sin esfuerzo todo por lo que habรญa trabajado. Era como si la hubiera tenido en el punto de mira desde el principio, y Alicia era tan testaruda que se negaba a dar marcha atrรกs. Su rivalidad durรณ mรกs de una dรฉcada. Era una implacable batalla librada tanto abiertamente como en las sombras. Su รบltimo enfrentamiento tuvo lugar en la universidad, justo antes de su graduaciรณn, en la competencia nacional. Alicia puso todo su empeรฑo, concentrรกndose al mรกximo, porque no aspiraba a nada menos que la perfecciรณn. Y asรญ logrรณ una puntuaciรณn perfecta. Pero Caden sobornรณ a los jueces y cambiรณ los resultados a su favor. Una vez mรกs, Alicia se vio obligada a aceptar el segundo lugar. El dolor de la injusticia era profundo, pero el golpe mรกs duro vino de su padre, Phil Bennett. Al otro lado de la lรญnea, su voz destilaba decepciรณn debido a su clasificaciรณn. Alicia estaba acostumbrada a sus diatribas, asรญ que no dijo nada. Solo esperรณ a que su enojo disminuyera para decir en voz baja: "Me graduarรฉ pronto. ยฟVan a volver?". Su madre Donna siempre habรญa sido su mรกs tierno consuelo. Ese dรญa, la consolรณ y le prometiรณ que estarรญan ahรญ para su graduaciรณn. Pero la vida tuvo otros planes. Phil y Donna estaban regresando desde Itrubisite para asistir a la graduaciรณn cuando fallecieron en un trรกgico accidente aรฉreo. De la noche a la maรฑana, el mundo de Alicia se derrumbรณ y se quedรณ sola en ese mundo tan cruel. Desde ese dรญa, no volviรณ a desafiar a Caden. Luego, รฉl se fue de Warrington para construir su carrera en el extranjero. "Ha vuelto por la herencia", murmurรณ Joshua con una voz apenas audible. Alicia lo mirรณ de reojo mientras รฉl agregaba: "Con un imperio familiar tan grande como el nuestro, un hijo mayor no se rendirรญa tan fรกcilmente". Ella frunciรณ ligeramente el ceรฑo. Era cierto que el imperio Yates era enorme, un legado por el que muchos matarรญan. Pero Caden habรญa acumulado su propia fortuna, tanta que superaba incluso la vasta riqueza de esa familia. ยฟDe verdad le importaba la herencia? Pero asรญ era รฉl. Llevaba las ganas de competir en su s*ngre. Incluso si no le importaba la fortuna, lucharรญa con uรฑas y dientes solo para ganar, solo para jugar con los demรกs. Ese hombre se divertรญa creando el caos. Alicia habรญa sido su rival desde que tenรญa memoria, e incluso ahora la idea de solo mirarlo le parecรญa un desperdicio de energรญa. Por lo tanto, se dio la vuelta para alejarse. Pero Joshua le agarrรณ la muรฑeca con firmeza y tensiรณn. "Ya sรฉ que ustedes dos no se llevan bien, pero sigue siendo mi hermano mayor. Tenemos que mantener las apariencias". El cuerpo de Alicia se puso rรญgido e intentรณ liberar su mano, ya que su piel se erizรณ bajo su agarre. Joshua frunciรณ mรกs el ceรฑo. "Alicia, compรณrtate", susurrรณ. Pero ella solo se sintiรณ mรกs irritada. "No me voy a ir, pero suรฉltame. No quiero que me toques con tus manos sucias". El rostro de Joshua se volviรณ sombrรญo, y en lugar de soltarla, entrelazรณ sus dedos con fuerza. Alicia se mordiรณ la lengua e hirviรณ de rabia en silencio. A medida que se acercaban, Caden alzรณ lentamente la mirada y entrecerrรณ los ojos mientras los evaluaba de una manera casi aburrida. "Caden", saludรณ Joshua, mirรกndolo con forzada cordialidad. Este observรณ sus manos entrelazadas y una sonrisa burlona se dibujรณ en sus labios. "ยฟTu novia?", preguntรณ con indiferencia, como si no la reconociera. Capรญtulo 5 Nos volvemos a encontrar muy pronto Los nervios Alicia se tensaron. Esa voz... Sus pensamientos confusos se convirtieron en un caos, pero entonces la tranquila declaraciรณn de Joshua la trajo a la realidad. "Alicia y yo llevamos dos aรฑos de casados. Como se preocupa por mรญ, mantuvimos un perfil bajo. Solo fuimos directo al Registro Civil, ni siquiera tuvimos ceremonia. Tรบ estabas ocupado en el extranjero y no quisimos molestarte". Caden arqueรณ una ceja. "Oh, entonces es mi cuรฑada", se burlรณ. La forma en que escupiรณ esa palabra parecรญa mรกs una bofetada que un honor, dejando muy en claro su desprecio por ella. Alicia sentรญa su mofa en cada sรญlaba. Y todo era gracias a su supuesto esposo, Joshua. Su mano temblรณ cuando agarrรณ un paรฑuelo y se limpiรณ vigorosamente la mano, como si quisiera quitarse un rastro de suciedad. "Parece que Alicia es un poco escrupulosa", observรณ Caden. El rostro de Joshua se oscureciรณ y la tensiรณn aumentรณ entre ellos. No esperaba que ella lo humillara asรญ. "Parece que la he consentido demasiado", murmurรณ irritado. Los ojos de Caden mostraron un destello peligroso. "Si es grave, deberรญa recibir tratamiento. Podrรญa poner en peligro su papel como madre. Ya sabes lo mucho que nuestro padre desea un nieto". Una emociรณn apareciรณ en los ojos de Joshua. A pesar de que su esposa estaba a su lado, mintiรณ descaradamente. "Gracias por tu preocupaciรณn, Caden, pero ya tengo buenas noticias para papรก. Es solo que aรบn no he tenido tiempo para decรญrselo". Caden ampliรณ su sonrisa y se volviรณ hacia Alicia, quien estaba harta de esa farsa y se disculpรณ para alejarse. El balanceo de sus caderas llamรณ la atenciรณn de Caden. "ยฟCuรกnto tiempo lleva de embarazo?", preguntรณ. "No lo parece". "Solo un mes", respondiรณ Joshua. Su respuesta era tanto una amenaza como un anuncio. Ahora que las apuestas de la herencia acababan de aumentar, y con Jerald siempre entusiasmado en continuar la lรญnea familiar, tomarรญa en consideraciรณn a un posible nieto. La sonrisa de Caden se volviรณ forzada. Con cierta petulancia, Joshua asestรณ el golpe final. "Serรก mejor que te pongas al dรญa, Caden. No siempre puedo estar un paso delante de ti". Imperturbable, รฉl agitรณ la mano perezosamente. "No hay prisa", dijo. Alicia saliรณ a la terraza y la fresca brisa nocturna acariciรณ su piel. Sus nervios se calmaron mientras respiraba รกvidamente. Luego, sacรณ su celular y volviรณ a marcar el nรบmero del gerente del cine privado. "ยฟHan encontrado el anillo?", preguntรณ ansiosamente. El gerente vacilรณ. "Seรฑora Bennett, hemos buscado en todas partes y hemos interrogado a todo el personal, pero no encontramos ningรบn anillo", respondiรณ con angustia. "Entonces...". Alicia apretรณ el puรฑo mientras su mente se aceleraba. "ยฟTiene el nรบmero del huรฉsped que reservรณ la habitaciรณn ese dรญa?". "Lo siento, pero debido a nuestra polรญtica de privacidad, no podemos revelar ninguna informaciรณn de nuestros clientes". Alicia sintiรณ su corazรณn hundirse. "Entiendo", respondiรณ con un suspiro de resignaciรณn. "Por favor, avรญseme en cuanto sepa algo, ยฟsรญ?". En un mundo perfecto, podrรญa haber comprado un anillo idรฉntico para hacerlo pasar por el original. Pero Joshua habรญa mandado hacer ese anillo a medida, y no era tan fรกcil replicarlo. Despuรฉs de cenar, comenzรณ a llover. Los familiares empezaron a irse. Joshua estaba a su lado mientras se dirigรญan al auto, observando su muรฑeca desnuda. "Si te gustรณ la pulsera de la subasta, puedo comprarte algo parecido". Alicia tuvo que resistirse a poner los ojos en blanco. No creรญa ni por un segundo que รฉl hubiera cambiado de opiniรณn sobre ella. "Quieres comprar mi silencio, ยฟno?". Sus duras palabras quebraron la tierna fachada de Joshua. "No es necesario. No me interesa enredarme en tus asuntos". Joshua no habรญa dicho eso con mala intenciรณn, pero el tono burlรณn de su esposa tocรณ una fibra sensible. Con la mandรญbula tensa, una sonrisa amarga se dibujรณ en sus labios. "Muy bien, no te regalarรฉ nada. De todos modos, el dinero que gasto en ti es un desperdicio". Alicia se mordiรณ el labio: "Joshua, ya te lo dije. Estoy dispuesta a finalizar este matrimonio con las manos vacรญas. Maรฑana en la maรฑana firmemos los papeles del divorcio y terminemos con esto de una vez por todas". Joshie esbozรณ una sonrisa oscura y peligrosa. "ยฟY el anillo?". "Lo perdรญ". ร‰l entrecerrรณ los ojos. "No me importa nada mรกs, solo quiero el anillo". Alice apenas podรญa contener su frustraciรณn. Tenรญa la respiraciรณn entrecortada cuando รฉl le dio el golpe final. "Si no puedes encontrarlo, asumirรฉ que lo conservas porque todavรญa me quieres". De repente, sonรณ el celular de Joshua. Era una llamada de Lilliana. "Joshua", murmurรณ esta lastimosamente. "Los truenos suenan muy fuertes. Me da miedo dormir sola... ยฟPuedes venir?". No estaban yendo por la ruta que daba a la casa Lilliana, pero como Joshua estaba furioso con Alicia, la dejรณ bajo la lluvia sin pensarlo dos veces y se fue a toda velocidad. Ni siquiera le dio un paraguas. Alicia se quedรณ congelada al costado de la carretera, mientras el aguacero empapaba su ropa. La frรญa lluvia se filtrรณ por las prendas y calรณ hasta los huesos. Apretando los dientes que castaรฑeaban, se tragรณ su amargura y empezรณ a caminar con dificultad por el empapado pavimento. Detrรกs de ella, escuchรณ el suave zumbido de un motor que se acercaba. Un Maybach elegante se detuvo a su lado, con sus faros atravesando la lluvia. "Seรฑor Ward", dijo el conductor mirando hacia atrรกs. "Me parece que es la seรฑorita Bennett". El vehรญculo redujo la velocidad hasta casi detenerse. Caden mirรณ por la ventana y sus penetrantes ojos se entrecerraron cuando vio la solitaria figura de Alicia. Acababa de detenerse. Sus dedos apretaron la tela de su vestido empapado y lo atรณ para facilitar sus pasos. Sus delgadas piernas resplandecรญan bajo la lluvia. A pesar de que se veรญan delicadas, tenรญan una fuerza notable. No pudo evitar recordar tan solo noches atrรกs. Sus labios se curvaron en una leve sonrisa cรณmplice ante ese recuerdo. "Dile que suba", ordenรณ arrastrando las palabras. El auto se detuvo junto a Alicia. El conductor saliรณ con un gran paraguas sobre su cabeza. "Seรฑorita Bennett, es difรญcil encontrar un taxi a estas horas", dijo educadamente. "ยฟPuedo llevarla a casa?". Alicia alzรณ la mirada y vio que era el chofer de la familia Yates. Dudรณ por un momento antes de asentir. "Gracias, y disculpe por los inconvenientes ocasionados", murmurรณ con firmeza. Sin embargo, en cuanto se acomodรณ en el asiento trasero del auto, se encontrรณ con otro pasajero. "Volvemos a encontrarnos tan pronto, cuรฑada", comentรณ Caden. Su voz era tan suave como el terciopelo, con un รกpice de picardรญa. ...... ยฟQuรฉ sucederรก en adelante? Los capรญtulos disponibles son limitados aquรญ, haga click el botรณn abajo para instalar APP y disfrutar leyendo mรกs contenidos maravillosos. 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No 2024-11-23 15:12 active 1910 0 ๊ณ„์† ์ฝ๊ธฐ๐Ÿ‘‰ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” CEO์˜ ์• ์ธ์œผ๋กœ 3๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ ์ง€๋‚ด๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ์™€ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ์œผ๋‚˜ ๊ฑฐ์ ˆ๋‹นํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ดด๋กœ์›€์„ ๊ฒช์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋งŒ๋‚ฌ์„ ๋•Œ ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ฌด๋ฆŽ์„ ๊ฟ‡๊ณ  ์ž๋น„๋ฅผ ๊ตฌํ–ˆ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋ฌดํ‘œ์ •ํ•˜๊ฒŒ "์ž์‹ ์„ ์กด์ค‘ํ•ด์ฃผ์„ธ์š”." ==== "๋ชป ์ฐธ๊ฒ ์–ด?" ๋‚จ์ž๋Š” ์ผ์ฃผ์ผ ์ถœ์žฅ์„ ๋‹ค๋…€์˜ค๋Š” ๋™์•ˆ ์ฐธ์•˜๋˜ ์š•์ •์„ ๋ชจ๋‘ ์˜์•„ ๋ถ“๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. "์ € ๋‚ด์ผ ์„ ๋ณด๋Ÿฌ ๊ฐ€์š”." ์•ผ๋ฆฟํ•œ ํ†ต์ฆ์— ๋ชธ์„ ๋Œ๋ฆฐ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€. ์—ญ์‹œ, ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์˜ˆ์ƒ๋Œ€๋กœ ๋‚จ์ž๋Š” ์กฐ๊ธˆ๋„ ์‹ ๊ฒฝ ์“ฐ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. "์ œ ๋งˆ์Œ์— ๋“œ๋Š” ์ƒ๋Œ€๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜์˜ค๋ฉด ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋™์˜ํ•˜๋ ค๊ณ ์š”." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ์ž…๊ฐ€์— ์“ธ์“ธํ•œ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๊ฐ€ ๋ฒˆ์กŒ๋‹ค. "๊ฒฐํ˜ผํ•  ์ƒ๊ฐ์ด๋ž€ ๋ง์ด์•ผ?" ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€ ์–ผ์–ด๋ถ™์€ ๋“ฏ ์†์„ ์›€์ง์ด์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๊ณ  ์–ด๋‘์šด ๋ˆˆ๋™์ž๊ฐ€ ์ž์‹ ์˜ ํ’ˆ์— ๊ฐ‡ํžŒ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋šซ์–ด์ง€๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๋ ค๋‹ค๋ดค๋‹ค. ๊นŠ์ด๋ฅผ ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ๊ทธ ๋ˆˆ๋™์ž์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‹น์žฅ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ง๋ ค๋“ค์–ด ๊ฐˆ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋จผ์ € ์‹œ์„ ์„ ํ”ผํ•œ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์šฐ๋ฌผ์ญˆ๋ฌผ ์ž…์„ ์—ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. "์ € ์ด์ œ 27์ด์—์š”. ๋งˆ๋ƒฅ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆด ์ˆ˜๋ฐ–์— ์—†์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ์š”..." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ์ž…๊ฐ€์— ๋ฒˆ์ง„ ๋ƒ‰์†Œ๋ฅผ ๋ฏธ์ฒ˜ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚จ์ž๋Š” ์นจ๋Œ€ ๊ฐ€์žฅ์ž๋ฆฌ์— ๊ฑธํ„ฐ์•‰์•„ ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ์— ๋ถˆ์„ ๋ถ™์˜€๋‹ค. ๊ฒ€์€์ƒ‰ ์ •์žฅ ๋ฐ”์ง€๋Š” ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ํ ์žก์„ ๋ฐ ์—†์ด ์ž˜ ๋‹ค๋ ค์ ธ ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ , ๊ฒ€์€์ƒ‰ ์…”์ธ ๋Š” ๋‹จ์ถ” 3๊ฐœ๊ฐ€ ํ’€๋ ค์ ธ ์žˆ์–ด ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ์„น์‹œํ•˜๊ณ ๋„ ๋งคํ˜น์ ์ธ ๋งค๋ ฅ์„ ๊ทน๋Œ€ํ™”ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ์†๋์— ์œ„ํ—˜ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งค๋‹ฌ๋ ค ์žˆ๋Š” ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฌด์‹ฌ์ฝ” ์ณ๋‹ค๋ณธ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ์†๊ฐ€๋ฝ์— ๋ผ์›Œ์ ธ ์žˆ๋Š” ์•ฝํ˜ผ๋ฐ˜์ง€์— ์‹œ์„ ์„ ๊ณ ์ •ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋Š” ์˜ค๋Š˜๋”ฐ๋ผ ๋”์šฑ ๋ˆˆ์ด ๋ถ€์…จ๊ณ , ์˜ค๋Š˜์˜ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๋น„์›ƒ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. 3๋…„ ์ „, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ๋น„์„œ ์‹ ๋ถ„์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ•์”จ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์— ์ž…์‚ฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์–ผ๋งˆ ํ›„, ์ƒ์‚ฌ์ธ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ๊ณผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์ถœ์žฅ์„ ๋– ๋‚˜์•ผ ํ•˜๋Š” ์ž„๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์ˆ˜ํ–‰ํ•ด์•ผ ํ–ˆ๊ณ , ๊ทธ ํ›„ ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ๋งค์šฐ ์นœ๋ฐ€ํ•ด์กŒ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋ฐ˜ํ•ญํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ์•˜๊ณ  ๋œจ๊ฑฐ์šด ๋ฐค์„ ๋ณด๋‚ธ ํ›„, ํ•œ ๊ฐ€์ง€ ์ผ์ด ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์ผ๋กœ ์ด์–ด์กŒ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ 3๋…„์ด๋ผ๋Š” ์‹œ๊ฐ„ ๋™์•ˆ ๋น„๋ฐ€์Šค๋Ÿฌ์šด ๋งŒ๋‚จ์„. ๊ฐ€์กŒ๊ณ  ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‚ฎ์—๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋น„์„œ์˜€๊ณ , ๋ฐค์—๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ฐฐ๋“œ ํŒŒํŠธ๋„ˆ์˜€๋‹ค. ๋งŒ์•ฝ ๊ทธ๋‚  ๋ฐค, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ์–ด๋ฆฌ์„์€ ์„ ํƒ๋งŒ ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ์ˆœ์ง„ ๋‚ญ๋งŒํ•˜๊ณ  ์ž์‹ ๋งŒ์˜ ๋ฐฑ๋งˆ ํƒ„ ์™•์ž๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์†Œ๋…€์˜€์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ์–ผ๋งˆ ์žˆ์ง€ ์•Š์œผ๋ฉด ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ์„ ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋  ๊ฒƒ์ด๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์ด ๊ด€๊ณ„๋ฅผ ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์ด์–ด๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ํ–‰๋ณตํ•œ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ ์ƒํ™œ์— ๋ผ์–ด๋“œ๋Š” ์ œ3์ž๊ฐ€ ๋˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์„ ๋ฟ๋”๋Ÿฌ, ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์˜ ์†๊ฐ€๋ฝ์งˆ์„ ๋ฐ›๋Š” ์ •๋ถ€๋Š” ๋”๋”์šฑ ์‹ซ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์ด์–ด๊ฐˆ ๊ด€๊ณ„๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ๊ณ  ํŒ๋‹จํ–ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ, ๊ทธ๋…€ ์†์œผ๋กœ ์ง์ ‘ ์ด ๊ด€๊ณ„๋ฅผ ๋Š์–ด ๋‚ด์•ผ๋งŒ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„๋ฌด ์“ธ๋ชจ ์—†๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋น„์ฐธํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ฒ„๋ ค์ง€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๋ณด๋‹ค ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๋จผ์ € ๋– ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋” ๋‚˜์€ ๊ฑด ์‚ฌ์‹ค์ด๋‹ˆ. ์‹œ์„ ์„ ๊ฑฐ๋‘์–ด๋“ค์ธ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ€๋ฐฉ์„ ์ฑ™๊ธฐ๊ณ  ๋ฏธ๋ฆฌ ์ค€๋น„ํ•œ ์—ฌ๋ฒŒ ์˜ท์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐˆ์•„์ž…์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ๊ณผ ๋งŒ๋‚  ๋•Œ๋งˆ๋‹ค ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์—ฌ๋ถ„์˜ ์˜ท์„ ์ค€๋น„ํ•˜๊ณค ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ€๋ฐฉ์— ์†์„ ๋ป—์€ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ์—ฌ๋ถ„์˜ ์˜ท์„ ๊บผ๋‚ด๊ธฐ๋„ ์ „์— ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์†๋ชฉ์„ ์„ธ๊ฒŒ ์›€์ผœ์žก์•˜๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ๋›ฐ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋А๊ผˆ๋‹ค. ""๋‚ด์ผ ๋งž์„  ์ทจ์†Œํ•ด."" ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์ž… ๋ฐ–์œผ๋กœ ๊บผ๋‚ธ ๊ฑด ๋ถ€ํƒ์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ๋ช…๋ น์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„๋ฌด ํž˜๋„ ๋‚จ์ง€ ์•Š์€ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์†์„ ๊ฝ‰ ๋ถ™์žก๊ณ  ์ง€๋‚œ 3๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ ํ•œ ๋ง ์ค‘ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ์šฉ๊ธฐ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ง์„ ๋‚ด๋ฑ‰์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ฒฐํ˜ผ... ์ทจ์†Œํ• ๊ฑด๊ฐ€์š”?" ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ๋งŒ ํ—ˆ๋ฝํ•œ๋‹ค๋ฉด, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ํ‰์ƒ ๊ทธ์˜ ๊ณ์— ๋จธ๋ฌผ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿด ์ˆ˜๋งŒ ์žˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ํ–‰๋ณตํ• ๊นŒ. ๋‹จ, ์ •๋ถ€์˜ ์ž๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ์šฉ๋‚ฉํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์ด ์•„์ฃผ ์ž ๊น ์–ผ์–ด๋ถ™์€ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™๋”๋‹ˆ ๋‚ฎ๊ฒŒ ์‹ค์†Œ๋ฅผ ํ„ฐ๋œจ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์›ƒ์Œ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์–ด์ฐŒ๋‚˜ ์Œ€์Œ€๋งž์•˜๋˜์ง€, ๋‘ ๋ˆˆ ๊ฐ€๋“ ์ƒˆ์–ด ๋‚˜์˜ค๋Š” ํ•œ๊ธฐ์— ๋‹น์žฅ์ด๋ผ๋„ ์˜คํ•œ์ด ๋“ค ์ •๋„์˜€๋‹ค. "์„  ๋„˜์—ˆ์–ด." ๊ณง์ด์–ด ์†์‚ญ์ด๋“ฏ์ด ๋“ค๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์— ๋ชจ๋“  ํฌ๋ง์ด ์™€์žฅ์ฐฝ ๋ถ€์„œ์กŒ๋‹ค. ๋ฌผ๋ก , ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์ž์‹ ์„ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ผ๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์„ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ๋ณด๋‹ค ์ž˜ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์œผ๋ฉด์„œ๋„ ๋ง์ด๋‹ค. ๋˜๋‹ค์‹œ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ˆˆ๊ธธ์„ ํ”ผํ•œ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์„ ๋”ฐ๋ผ ์›ƒ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ทธ ์›ƒ์Œ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋งˆ์ € ์ž์‹ ์„ ๋น„์›ƒ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์€ ๋А๋‚Œ์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๋Œ€ํ‘œ๋‹˜, ์ €๋Š” ๋‚ด์ผ ์—ฐ์ฐจ ์‚ฌ์šฉํ•  ์˜ˆ์ •์ด๋‹ˆ ์ œ๊ฐ€ ์‹ ์ฒญํ•œ ์—ฐ์ฐจ ๊ฑฐ์ ˆํ•˜์ง€ ๋งˆ์‹œ๊ธฐ ๋ฐ”๋ž๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฒ•์ ์œผ๋กœ ์ •ํ•œ ์—ฐ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์‚ฌ์šฉํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๊ฑฐ์ ˆํ•  ์ด์œ ๋„ ์—†๊ฒ ์ฃ ?" ๊ฑฐ์น ๊ฒŒ ์ผ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ง„ ๊ทธ์˜ ์ด๋ชฉ๊ตฌ๋น„๊ฐ€ ํ™”๋‚ฌ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์ฆ๋ช…ํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ๋Œ€๋กœ ๊พน ์–ต๋ˆŒ๋ €๋‹ค. ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ์ฃผ์œ„์—๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ง ํ•œ๋งˆ๋””์— ์ˆœ์‘ํ•˜๊ณ  ํŒŒํŠธ๋„ˆ๋กœ ์ง€๋‚ผ ์—ฌ์ž๋“ค์ด ๋„˜์น˜๊ณ ๋„ ๋‚จ์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ ๊ทธ์˜ ์ง€์‹œ๋ฅผ ๋”ฐ๋ฅด์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ํ•„์š” ์—†์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ํ„ฑ์„ ๋†“์•„์ฃผ๊ณ  ์š•์‹ค๋กœ ํ–ฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ž ์‹œ ํ›„, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์ƒค์›Œ๋ฅผ ๋งˆ์น˜๊ณ  ๋‚˜์˜ค์ž ๋ฐฉ์€ ์ด๋ฏธ ๊น”๋”ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์ •๋ฆฌ๋˜์–ด ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์นจ๋Œ€์—๋Š” 3๋…„ ์ „, ์ž์‹ ์ด ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์—๊ฒŒ ๊ฑด๋„จ ์€ํ–‰ ์นด๋“œ๊ฐ€ ๋†“์—ฌ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด ์นด๋“œ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์ž์‹ ์˜ ํŒŒํŠธ๋„ˆ๋กœ ์ง€๋‚ด๋Š” ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์—๊ฒŒ ์ง€์›ํ•œ ์นด๋“œ์˜€๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ง€๋‚œ 3๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์นด๋“œ์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ˆ ํ•œ ํ‘ผ๋„ ๋‹ค์น˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์ด์œ  ๋ชจ๋ฅผ ์งœ์ฆ๊ณผ ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•จ์ด ๊ฐ€์Šด ๊นŠ์ˆ™ํ•œ ๊ณณ์—์„œ ์น˜๋ฐ€์–ด ์˜ค๋ฅด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋А๊ผˆ๋‹ค. ์ œ2ํ™” ๋งž์„  ํ›„ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ž„์‹  (์ œ2๋ถ€๋ถ„) ๋‹ค์Œ ๋‚  ์•„์นจ 9์‹œ, ์นดํŽ˜. ์ด๋ฒˆ ๋งž์„ ์ด ์ฒซ ๋งž์„ ์€ ์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ์ดํ† ๋ก ์ง„์ง€ํ•œ ํƒœ๋„๋กœ ์ž„ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑด ์ฒ˜์Œ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋งž์€ํŽธ์— ์•‰์€ ๋‚จ์ž๋Š” 36์‚ด์˜ ๋‚˜์ด์— ํ‰๋ฒ”ํ•œ ์ƒ๊น€์ƒˆ์— ์ด์ œ ๋ง‰ ๊ท€๊ตญํ•˜์—ฌ ์ง€๊ธˆ์€ ๋ชจ ์ „์ž ํšŒ์‚ฌ์˜ ์ˆ˜์„ ์—”์ง€๋‹ˆ์–ด๋กœ ๊ทผ๋ฌดํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ง์—…์ƒ ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ง์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์ ๊ณ  ๋‚ด์„ฑ์ ์ธ ์„ฑ๊ฒฉ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ์ด์œ  ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ธ์ง€, ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๋งŒ๋‚˜์„œ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ์ง€๊ธˆ๊นŒ์ง€ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ๋Œ€ํ™”์˜ ์ฃผ๋„๊ถŒ์„ ์žฅ์•…ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ด๋จธ๋‹ˆ์ธ ์œ ๋ฏธ์›์˜ ์š”๊ตฌ๋Œ€๋กœ ์˜ˆ๋‹จ๊ณผ ์˜ˆ๋ฌผ์„ ๋น„๋กฏํ•ด, ์‹ ํ˜ผ ์ง‘๊ณผ ์ž๋™์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์š”๊ตฌํ–ˆ๊ณ  ๋‚จ์ž๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์š”๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ๋ชจ๋‘ ๋งŒ์กฑ์‹œ์ผœ ์ค„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋” ์ด์ƒ ๊ฑฐ์ ˆํ•  ์ด์œ ๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋งˆ์Œ์ด ๊ณตํ—ˆํ•ด์ง€๋ฉฐ ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ๋ป๊ทผํ•ด์ง€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋А๊ผˆ๋‹ค. ์•„์นจ ์ผ์ฐ ์ง‘์„ ๋‚˜์„ค ๋•Œ, ์œ ๋ฏธ์›์ด ์ž์ƒํ•˜๊ณ ๋„ ์ƒ๋ƒฅํ•œ ๋ชจ์Šต์œผ๋กœ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋ฐฐ์›…ํ•ด ์ฃผ๋˜ ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ด๋จธ๋‹ˆ๋Š” ์ด์ œ ์ดˆ๋“ฑํ•™๊ต 5ํ•™๋…„ ๋‚จ๋™์ƒ์˜ ๋“ฑ๊ต ์ค€๋น„๋ฅผ ๋„์™€์ฃผ๋ฉด์„œ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์—๊ฒŒ ๋งž์„ ์—์„œ ์ฃผ์˜ํ•ด์•ผ ํ•  ๋ง๊ณผ ๋ฐ˜๋“œ์‹œ ์ œ๊ธฐํ•ด์•ผ ํ•  ์š”๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ์ƒ๊ธฐ์‹œ์ผœ ์ฃผ๋ฉฐ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ์˜ ์ข‹์€ ์ ์— ๋Œ€ํ•˜์—ฌ ๊ฐ•์กฐํ•˜๊ณ  ๋˜ ๊ฐ•์กฐํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฌด์—‡๋ณด๋‹ค๋„ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์—๊ฒŒ ์˜ˆ๋‹จ ์˜ˆ๋ฌผ์„ ๋” ๋งŽ์ด ์š”๊ตฌํ•˜๋„๋ก ์ง€์‹œํ–ˆ๊ณ , ๋‚จ๋™์ƒ์˜ ๋Œ€ํ•™ ๋“ฑ๋ก๊ธˆ๊ณผ ์•ž์œผ๋กœ ์ž์‹ ์˜ ๋…ธํ›„์ž๊ธˆ๊นŒ์ง€ ์š”๊ตฌํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์ž”์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋Š˜์–ด๋†“์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ƒ๊ฐ์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ์ž… ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋น„์Šค๋“ฌํžˆ ์˜ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ€๋ฉฐ ์“ด์›ƒ์Œ์„ ์ง€์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ด๋จธ๋‹ˆ ์œ ๋ฏธ์›์€ 6๋ฒˆ์˜ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ์„ ๋ชจ๋‘ ์‹คํŒจํ–ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์„ ๊นŒ๋งฃ๊ฒŒ ์žŠ์–ด๋ฒ„๋ฆฐ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. 2๋…„ ์ „, ์œ ๋ฏธ์›์€ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ 10์‚ด ๋‚จ์ง“ํ•œ ๋‚จ์ž์•„์ด์˜ ์†์„ ์žก๊ณ  ๋‚˜ํƒ€๋‚˜ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ํ• ๋จธ๋‹ˆ๊ฐ€ ์œ ์ผํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋‚จ๊ฒจ๋‘” ๋‚ก์€ ์ง‘ ์•ž์—์„œ ํ†ต๊ณกํ•˜๋ฉฐ 10๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ ์—ฐ๋ฝ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์€ ๋”ธ์—๊ฒŒ ๋‚จ์ž์•„์ด๋ฅผ ํ‚ค์šฐ๋ผ๊ณ  ๊ฐ•์š”ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ€๋” ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ํ•œ๋‹ค. ๋งŒ์•ฝ, ์œ ๋ฏธ์›์ด ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์ƒ๊ฒผ๋Š”์ง€ ๊ธฐ์–ตํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ๋‹ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ์–ด๋จธ๋‹ˆ๋กœ ์ธ์ •ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„๋„ ๋ ๊นŒ? ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ํ˜„์‹ค์€ ๋Š˜ ์ƒ๊ฐ๋Œ€๋กœ ํ˜๋Ÿฌ๊ฐ€์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๊ณ  ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์šด ๋ฏธ๋ž˜๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ฐœ์น™ํ•œ ์ƒ์ƒ๊นŒ์ง€ ๋ฐ•ํƒˆํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ™ ์ˆ˜์ €๋ฅผ ๋ฌผ๊ณ  ํƒœ์–ด๋‚œ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๋‹ค์ด์•„๋ชฌ๋“œ ์ˆ˜์ €๋ฅผ ๋ฌผ๊ณ  ํƒœ์–ด๋‚œ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๊ณ์— ์„œ๊ฒ ๋‹ค๋Š” ์š•์‹ฌ๋„ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๋ง์ด๋‹ค. ์ด๋•Œ, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์ž๋ฆฌ์—์„œ ๋ฒŒ๋–ก ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜๋Š” ์ด์ •ํƒœ์˜ ์›€์ง์ž„ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์— ๋ฒˆ์ฉ ์ •์‹ ์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์ •ํƒœ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋’ค์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€๋ฅผ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ณต์†ํ•œ ์ž์„ธ๋ฅผ ์ทจํ•˜๋ฉฐ ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๊นŒ์ง€ ์ˆ™์—ฌ๊ฐ€๋ฉฐ ์ธ์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋„ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ฐ• ๋Œ€ํ‘œ๋‹˜. ์šฐ์—ฐํžˆ ๋งŒ๋‚˜๋‹ˆ ๋” ๋ฐ˜๊ฐ€์šด ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค." ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋’ค์—์„œ ํ’๊ฒจ์˜ค๋Š” ์ต์ˆ™ํ•œ ํ–ฅ์ˆ˜ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋ฎ์ณค๊ณ , ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ธด์žฅํ•œ ๋“ฏ ์ƒ์ฒด๋ฅผ ๊ผฟ๊ผฟ์ด ์„ธ์› ๋‹ค. ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋“ค์ž ๋ธ”๋ž™ํ™€์ด๋ผ๋„ ์ˆจ๊ฒจ ๋†“์€ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์€ ์–ด๋‘์šด ๋ˆˆ๋™์ž๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ์ฃผ์‹œํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ  ๊ธด์žฅ๊ฐ์— ๋‹น์žฅ์ด๋ผ๋„ ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ์ž… ๋ฐ–์— ํŠ€์–ด๋‚˜์˜ฌ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์™œ ์ด ์‹œ๊ฐ„์— ์ด๊ณณ์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฑธ๊นŒ? ์นดํŽ˜์—์„œ ํŒ๋งคํ•˜๋Š” ์ปคํ”ผ๋Š” ์ž…์— ๋Œ€์ง€๋„ ์•Š์•„ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ๋งˆ์‹œ๋Š” ๋ชจ๋“  ์ปคํ”ผ๋Š” ๋‹ค ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ์ง์ ‘ ๋งŒ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. "๋„ค, ์•ˆ๋…•ํ•˜์„ธ์š”." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์—๊ฒŒ์„œ ์‹œ์„ ์„ ๊ฑฐ๋‘์–ด๋“ค์ธ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์ด์ •ํƒœ๋ฅผ ํ–ฅํ•ด ์ž‘๊ฒŒ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์ธ ๋‹ค์Œ ์นด์šดํ„ฐ๋กœ ํ–ฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์ด์ •ํƒœ๊ฐ€ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์ธ์ง€ ์ „ํ˜€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋Š” ๋ˆˆ์น˜์˜€์ง€๋งŒ, ์ด์ •ํƒœ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์ž๊ธฐ ์ธ์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›์•„์คฌ๋‹ค๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์— ๋งŒ์กฑํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ณง๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ด์ •ํƒœ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ํ•ด์™ธ์—์„œ ์œ ํ•™ ๊ธฐ๊ฐ„ ๋™์•ˆ ์ถœ๊ฐ„ํ–ˆ๋˜ ๋…ผ๋ฌธ์— ๋Œ€ํ•ด ๊ทน์ฐฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์ •ํƒœ๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ์กด๊ฒฝ์‹ฌ์€ ํ•˜๋Š˜๋กœ ์น˜์†Ÿ์„ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๊ณ , ๋“ค์œผ๋ฉด ๋“ค์„์ˆ˜๋ก ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์ˆ˜์น˜์‹ฌ์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์ด์ •ํƒœ๊ฐ€ ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ง์„ ๋“ฃ์ง€ ์•Š๊ธธ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ฉฐ ์นด์šดํ„ฐ ๋ฐฉํ–ฅ์„ ๋Œ์•„๋ณด์ž ๋‹คํ–‰ํžˆ๋„ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ํ†ตํ™” ์ค‘์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ทธ๋ž˜." ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ํ‰์†Œ๋‹ต์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒŒ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฌ์šด ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋กœ ํ†ตํ™”๋ฅผ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๋„ˆ๋งŒ ์ข‹์œผ๋ฉด ๋ผ. ์ด๋”ฐ ๋ด." ํ†ตํ™”๋ฅผ ๋งˆ์นœ ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ฝ”์ฝ”๋„› ๋ฐ€ํฌ๋ฅผ ํฌ์žฅํ•˜๊ณ  ์นดํŽ˜๋ฅผ ๋น ์ ธ๋‚˜๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ์ฝ”์ฝ”๋„› ๋ฐ€ํฌ๋ฅผ ๋งˆ์‹œ๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์€ ์ฃผ๋กœ ์—ฌ์ž ๊ณ ๊ฐ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์•ฝํ˜ผ์ž๋ฅผ ์œ„ํ•ด ์ง์ ‘ ์นดํŽ˜๊นŒ์ง€ ์˜จ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์•„๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ๋А๋‚Œ์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์ด์ •ํƒœ๊ฐ€ ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ง์— ์ง‘์ค‘ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งž์„ ์ด ๋๋‚  ๋ฌด๋ ต, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‹ค์Œ์„ ๊ธฐ์•ฝํ•˜๋Š” ์ด์ •ํƒœ์˜ ๋ง์— ์ ์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒŒ ๋†€๋ž๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ ๋” ๋งŒ๋‚˜๋ณด๊ธฐ๋กœ ๊ฒฐ์ •ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋˜ ์ค‘, ์ด์ •ํƒœ๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์ „ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›๋”๋‹ˆ ํšŒ์‚ฌ์— ๊ธ‰ํ•œ ์ผ์ด ์ƒ๊ฒจ ์ง€๊ธˆ ๋‹น์žฅ ๋Œ์•„๊ฐ€ ๋ด์•ผ ํ•œ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์ •ํƒœ๋Š” ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์—๊ฒŒ ์—ฐ์‹  ์‚ฌ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋„ค๊ณ  ๋‹ค์Œ์— ๋งŒ๋‚  ์•ฝ์†๊นŒ์ง€ ๋ฏธ๋ฆฌ ์žก์€ ํ›„ ์นดํŽ˜๋ฅผ ๋‚˜์„ฐ๋‹ค. ์ž ์‹œ ํ›„, ์นดํŽ˜๋ฅผ ๋‚˜์„  ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋„ ํƒ์‹œ์— ์˜ฌ๋ผํƒ€๊ณ  ์ง‘์œผ๋กœ ํ–ฅํ•  ์ค€๋น„๋ฅผ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„์นจ์„ ๋จน์ง€ ์•Š์€ ์›์ธ์ผ๊นŒ, ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ฉด ๋นˆ์†์— ์ปคํ”ผ๋ฅผ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋งŽ์ด ๋งˆ์‹  ํƒ“์ผ๊นŒ. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์ฐจ์— ์˜ค๋ฅด์ž๋งˆ์ž ์†์ด ๋ฉ”์Šฅ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๊ณ  ์ฐธ์œผ๋ ค๊ณ  ์• ๋ฅผ ์ผ์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ์‹คํŒจํ•˜๊ณ  ๋ง์•˜๋‹ค. "๊ธฐ์‚ฌ๋‹˜, ์ฐจ ์ข€ ์„ธ์›Œ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”..." ๋ง์„ ๋งˆ์น˜๊ธฐ๋„ ์ „์— ํ—›๊ตฌ์—ญ์งˆ์ด ๋จผ์ € ๋‚˜์˜ค์ž ์ฐจ์— ๋งˆ๋ จ๋˜์–ด ์žˆ๋Š” ์“ฐ๋ ˆ๊ธฐ๋ด‰ํˆฌ๋ฅผ ์ง‘์–ด ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ˆ™์˜€๋‹ค. ๊ธธ๊ฐ€์— ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์„ธ์šด ํƒ์‹œ ๊ธฐ์‚ฌ๋‹˜์€ ์ž๋‘ ํ•œ ๋ด‰์ง€๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋„ค๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ธˆ๋ฐฉ ์ž„์‹ ํ•˜๋ฉด ๋‹ค๋“ค ๊ทธ๋ž˜์š”. ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์•„๋‚ด๋„ ์•„๊ฐ€์”จ๋ž‘ ์ฆ์ƒ์ด ๋˜‘๊ฐ™์•˜์–ด์š”. ์‹ ๋ง›์ด ๊ฐ•ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ณผ์ผ์„ ๋จน์œผ๋ฉด ์กฐ๊ธˆ ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์•„์งˆ ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ์–ด์š”. ์ฒซ 4๊ฐœ์›” ๋™์•ˆ์€ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํž˜๋“ค ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”. ๊ทธ ์‹œ๊ธฐ๋งŒ ์ง€๋‚˜๋ฉด ์ž ๋„ ์ž˜ ์ž๊ณ  ๋ฐฅ๋„ ์˜ˆ์ „์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋จน์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”." ํƒ์‹œ ๊ธฐ์‚ฌ๋‹˜์˜ ๋ง์„ ๋“ฃ๊ณ  ๋‚˜์„œ์•ผ ์ƒ๋ฆฌ ์ฃผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ณ„์‚ฐํ•˜๋˜ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊นœ์ง ๋†€๋ž๋‹ค. ์ƒ๋ฆฌ ์˜ˆ์ •์ผ์ด ์ด๋ฏธ ์ผ์ฃผ์ผ์ด๋‚˜ ์ง€๋‚œ ์ƒํ™ฉ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ, ๊ทธ๋Ÿด ๋ฆฌ ์—†์–ด... ์•ฝ์„ ๋น ์ง์—†์ด ์ž˜ ์ฑ™๊ฒจ ๋จน์—ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ... ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์ฐ๋ฌผ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋ฐ€๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ๊ธฐ์–ต์— ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋‹ค์‹œ ์ž๋ฆฌ์— ์–ผ์–ด๋ถ™๊ณ  ๋ง์•˜๋‹ค. ์ •ํ™•ํžˆ 3์ฃผ์ผ ์ „, ๋‹ค์Œ ๋‚ , ์•„์นจ ์ผ์ฐ ์•ฝ๊ตญ์— ๋“ค๋Ÿฌ ํ”ผ์ž„์•ฝ์„ ์‚ฌ๋ ค ํ–ˆ์œผ๋‚˜ ์œ ๋ฏธ์›์ด ๋„๋ฐ• ํ˜์˜๋กœ ์ฒดํฌ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ์ „ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›๊ณ  ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ํ™”๊ฐ€ ์น˜๋ฐ€์—ˆ๋˜ ๋‚˜๋จธ์ง€ ํ”ผ์ž„์•ฝ์„ ๊นŒ๋งฃ๊ฒŒ ์žŠ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋˜ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ๋‹ค์‹œ ๊ธฐ์–ต๋‚ฌ์„ ๋•, ์ด๋ฏธ ์•ฝ์„ ๋ณต์šฉํ•ด์•ผ ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ธฐํ•œ์ด ํ›Œ์ฉ ์ง€๋‚˜๋ฒ„๋ฆฐ ํ›„์˜€๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ€๋งŒํžˆ ์†์„ ์˜ฌ๋ ค ๋ณต๋ถ€๋ฅผ ์“ฐ๋‹ค๋“ฌ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งž์„ ์„ ๋ณด์ž๋งˆ์ž ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ์•„์ด๋ฅผ ์ž„์‹ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์„ ์•Œ๊ฒŒ ๋  ํ™•๋ฅ ์€ ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ๋ ๊นŒ? ์ œ3ํ™” ์ž„์‹ ํ–ˆ์–ด ์‹œ๋‚ด ํ•œ ๋ณ‘์›, ์ ‘์ˆ˜์ฆ์„ ์†์— ์ฅ” ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ์‚ฐ๋ถ€์ธ๊ณผ ๋ณต๋„์—์„œ ์ค„์„ ์„œ๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋ฐœ๊ฑธ์Œ์„ ์˜ฎ๊ธฐ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ชจํ‰์ด๋ฅผ ๋Œ์ž ๋ถˆ๊ณผ ๋ช‡ ๋ฏธํ„ฐ๋ฐ–์— ๋–จ์–ด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š์€ ๊ณณ์—์„œ ์ต์ˆ™ํ•œ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์ž๋ฅผ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งŽ์€ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ์˜ค๊ฐ€๋Š” ๋ณ‘์› ๋กœ๋น„์—์„œ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ํ˜•์ฒด๋งŒ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋„ ๋‹จ๋ฒˆ์— ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์—ญ์‚ผ๊ฐํ˜• ๋ชธ๋งค์— ์–ด์šธ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋งž์ถค ์ •์žฅ์€ ๋‚จ์ž์™€ ์™„๋ฒฝํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งค์น˜๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์กฐ๊ธˆ ์ „ ์นดํŽ˜์—์„œ ํฌ์žฅํ•œ ์ฝ”์ฝ”๋„› ๋ฐ€ํฌ๋ฅผ ๊ณ์— ์„  ์—ฌ์ž์—๊ฒŒ ๊ฑด๋„ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์†์— ๋ผ์›Œ์ง„ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๊ฐ€ ๋ณ‘์› ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ์— ๋ฐ˜์‚ฌ๋˜๋Š” ํ–‡์‚ด์„ ๋งž์•„ ์œ ๋‚œํžˆ ๋ˆˆ๋ถ€์‹œ๊ฒŒ ๋น›๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์•„๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ๋А๋‚Œ์„ ์• ์จ ๋ˆ„๋ฅธ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์‹œ์„ ์„ ํ”ผํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒ ๋‹ค๊ณ  ์Šค์Šค๋กœ ๋‹ค์งํ•˜๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๊ณ์— ๋‹น๋‹นํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์„  ์—ฌ์ž์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ํ™•์ธํ•˜๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋˜‘๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋–ด๋‹ค. ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ด๋•Œ, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋Œ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ฐฉํ–ฅ์„ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ณด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งˆ์ฃผ์นœ ๋‘ ๋ˆˆ ์‚ฌ์ด๋กœ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์— ๋ถˆ์พŒํ•œ ๊ธฐ์ƒ‰์ด ์Šค์ณ ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์• ์จ ๋ฏธ์†Œ ์ง€์€ ์–ผ๊ตด๋กœ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์˜€๋‹ค. ์ง€๊ธˆ ์ด ์ˆœ๊ฐ„์˜ ๋งŒ๋‚จ์ด ๋‹จ์ˆœํ•œ ์šฐ์—ฐ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ์น˜๋ถ€ํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋˜๋‹ค์‹œ ๋ฐ€๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ํ—›๊ตฌ์—ญ์งˆ์— ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ํ™ฉ๊ธ‰ํžˆ ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค๋กœ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ”๊ณ  ์†์„ ๋ชจ๋‘ ๋น„์›Œ๋‚ด๊ณ  ๋‚˜์„œ์•ผ ์ˆจ์„ ๊ณ ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ์‰ด ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค๋กœ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค์˜ฌ ๋•Œ, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ๊ณผ ๊ทธ์˜ ์•ฝํ˜ผ๋…€ ๋’ค์— ๋†“์ธ ํ‘œ์ง€ํŒ์— ์ ํžŒ ๊ธ€์”จ๋ฅผ ๋˜‘๋˜‘ํžˆ ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค. ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๋‚˜์˜จ ๊ณณ์€ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์‚ฐ์ „ ๊ฒ€์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›๋Š” ๊ณณ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ์•„๋งˆ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ ์ „๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ๊ณ„ํšํ•  ์•„์ด๋ฅผ ์œ„ํ•ด ๊ฒ€์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›์œผ๋Ÿฌ ์˜จ ๊ฒƒ์ด๊ฒ ์ง€. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์ผ๋ถ€๋Ÿฌ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์„ ๋‚ด์–ด ๋ณ‘์›์— ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธํ–ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค๊ณผ ์นดํŽ˜์— ๋“ค๋Ÿฌ ์ง์ ‘ ์ฝ”์ฝ”๋„› ๋ฐ€ํฌ๋ฅผ ํฌ์žฅํ•œ ๊ฒƒ๊นŒ์ง€ ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜์ž ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋˜๋‹ค์‹œ ๋งˆ์Œ์ด ์“ธ์“ธํ•ด ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋А๊ผˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฌผ๋ก  ๊ทธ์˜ ์•„๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋  ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์—๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๋ชจ๋“  ์• ์ •๊ณผ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์„ ์Ÿ์•„๋ถ€์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์ผ๊ฑฐ์ˆ˜์ผํˆฌ์กฑ์ด ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋Œ€ํ–ˆ๋˜ ๋ฐฉ์‹๊ณผ๋Š” ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋น„๊ต๊ฐ€ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์™€ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ๋ฐฐ๋“œ ํŒŒํŠธ๋„ˆ๋กœ ์ง€๋ƒˆ๋˜ ์ง€๋‚œ 3๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์Œ์‹์„ ์ฆ๊ฒจ ๋จน๊ณ  ๋ฌด์—‡์„ ์ข‹์•„ํ•˜๋Š”์ง€ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€๋„ ์˜์‹ฌ์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์ œ ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์‹ ๊ฒฝ ์“ฐ์ง€ ์•Š์•„๋„ ๋  ๋ฌธ์ œ์— ๋Œ€ํ•ด ๊นŠ์ด ์ƒ๊ฐํ•  ์‹œ๊ฐ„๋„ ์—๋„ˆ์ง€๋„ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์šธ ์†์— ๋น„์นœ ์ดˆ์ทŒํ•œ ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ๋šซ์–ด์ง€๊ฒŒ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ณด๊ณ  ์‹ฌํ˜ธํก์„ ํ•˜๋”๋‹ˆ ํ‹ฐ์Šˆ๋กœ ์ž… ์ฃผ์œ„๋ฅผ ๋‹ฆ๊ณ  ๋‚˜์„œ์•ผ ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค ๋ฌธ์„ ์—ด๊ณ  ๋‚˜์™”๋‹ค. ๋ฌธ์„ ์—ด์ž๋งˆ์ž ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์„ธ๋ฉด๋Œ€ ์˜†์— ๊ธฐ๋Œ€์–ด ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ–ˆ๊ณ  ๋ฏธ๊ฐ„์„ ๊นŠ๊ฒŒ ์ฐŒํ‘ธ๋ฆฐ ๊ทธ์˜ ์†๊ฐ€๋ฝ ์‚ฌ์ด์— ๋ถˆ์„ ๋ถ™์ธ ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์ด ๊ณณ์˜ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๊ฐ€ ๋งˆ์Œ์— ๋“ค์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ์„ค๋งˆ, ๊ทธ์˜ ์•ฝํ˜ผ๋…€๋„ ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฑธ๊นŒ? ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ํ‘น ์ˆ™์ด๊ณ  ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋ณด์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ ์ฒ™ ์—ฐ๊ธฐํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋ณ‘์› ํ™”์žฅ์‹ค์˜ ์„ธ๋ฉด๋Œ€๋Š” ํ•œ ์ค„๋กœ ๋†“์—ฌ ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ  ์†์„ ์”ป์œผ๋ ค๋ฉด ๋ฐ˜๋“œ์‹œ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๊ณ์„ ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ€์•ผ๋งŒ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์†์„ ์”ป์„์ง€ ๋ง์ง€ ๊ณ ๋ฏผํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์ฐจ๊ฐ€์šด ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ค์™”๋‹ค. "์ž„์‹ ํ–ˆ์–ด?" ์งง์€ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ฌผ์Œ ํ•œ ๋งˆ๋””์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์„ ๋œฉํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๋ ค์•‰์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ฐ˜์‘์„ ์œ ์‹ฌํžˆ ๊ด€์ฐฐํ•˜๋˜ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๋Œ€๋‹ต์„ ๋“ฃ์ง€ ์•Š์•„๋„ ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๋Œ€๋‹ตํ•ด!" ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ํ–ฅํ•ด ํ•œ ๊ฑธ์Œ ํ•œ ๊ฑธ์Œ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์™”๊ณ , ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์ข์•„์งˆ์ˆ˜๋ก ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ๋”์šฑ ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ๋›ฐ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋А๋‚„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹น์žฅ์ด๋ผ๋„ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ชฉ์„ ์›€์ผœ์ฅ˜ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์€ ๊ธฐ์„ธ์™€ ํ™”๋‚œ ๋ˆˆ๋น›. ๋งŒ์•ฝ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์ž„์‹ ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์ด ์‚ฌ์‹ค์ด๋ผ๋ฉด, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ์ˆ˜์ˆ ์‹ค๋กœ. "์•„๋‹ˆ์š”." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ผฟ๊ผฟ์ด ํŽด๊ณ  ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋‘ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋˜‘๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. "๋ฐฐํƒˆ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ์•ฝ ๋ฐ›์œผ๋Ÿฌ ์™”์–ด์š”." "๊ทธ๋ž˜? ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์†Œํ™” ๋‚ด๊ณผ๋Š” ์—ฌ๊ธฐ ์—†๋Š”๋ฐ?" ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ง์„ ๋ฏฟ์ง€ ์•Š๋Š”๋‹ค๋Š” ๋“ฏ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊ฐ€๋Š˜๊ฒŒ ๋œจ๊ณ  ์ถ”๊ถํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์—๋Š” ์“ธ์“ธํ•œ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋งŒ ๋ฒˆ์งˆ ๋ฟ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์ž„์‹ ์ด ๋Œ€์ฒด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ์‹ซ์€ ๊ฑธ๊นŒ? "์ด๊ณณ ์—˜๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํ„ฐ์—๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ์ ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ์š”. ์ œ๊ฐ€ ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ง์„ ๋ฏฟ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋ฉด, ๋Œ€ํ‘œ๋‹˜๊ป˜์„œ ์ €์™€ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์‚ฐ๋ถ€์ธ๊ณผ ์ง„์ฐฐ์„ ๋ฐ›์œผ๋ฉด ๋˜๊ฒ ๋„ค์š”." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ํ™•์‹ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์กด์žฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ์•ฝํ˜ผ๋…€์—๊ฒŒ ์•Œ๋ฆฌ์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ์˜ˆ์ƒ๋Œ€๋กœ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์‹ค์†Œ๋ฅผ ํ„ฐ๋œจ๋ฆฌ๋”๋‹ˆ ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ์ฅ” ์†์œผ๋กœ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ํ„ฑ์„ ์›€์ผœ์žก์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์—„์ง€์†๊ฐ€๋ฝ์ด ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์ž…์ˆ ์„ ํ›‘์„ ๋•Œ ๋œจ๊ฑฐ์šด ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์•ž์œผ๋กœ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์™”๊ณ , ์ž๋ฆฌ์— ์–ผ์–ด๋ถ™์€ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์–ผ๊ตด์— ํ‰์ด ์งˆ๊นŒ ๋‘๋ ค์› ๋‹ค. "๋งŒ์•ฝ ์ง€๊ธˆ ๋‚ด ์•ž์—์„œ ํ•œ ๋ง์ด ๊ฑฐ์ง“๋ง์ด๋ผ๋ฉด, ๊ทธ ์ƒ์‘ํ•œ ๋Œ€๊ฐ€๋ฅผ ์น˜๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ๋  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ. ์ฐฉํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๊ตด์–ด์•ผ์ง€. ๋‚ด์ผ ์ถœ๊ทผํ•ด." ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์น ๊ฒŒ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ํ„ฑ์„ ๋†“์•„ ์ฃผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์†์ด ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ์Šค์ณ ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐˆ ๋•Œ, ํฌ๋ฏธํ•œ ํ–ฅ์ˆ˜ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๊ฐ€ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ์ฝ”๋ฅผ ์ฐ”๋ €๋‹ค. ๋‚ฏ์„  ํ–ฅ์ˆ˜ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์•„๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ๊ฐ€์Šด์„ ์›€์ผœ์žก์•˜๋‹ค. 3๋…„์ด๋ผ๋Š” ์‹œ๊ฐ„ ๋™์•ˆ, ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ๋ฌด์—‡์„ ์‹ซ์–ดํ•˜๋Š”์ง€ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ๋ณด๋‹ค ์ž˜ ํŒŒ์•…ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์—ฌ์ž ํ–ฅ์ˆ˜ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๋ฅผ ์ œ์ผ ์‹ซ์–ดํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ง€๊ธˆ์€... ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์ฃผ๋จน์„ ์›€์ผœ์ฅ๊ณ  ์ž…์ˆ ์„ ๊ผญ ๊นจ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋ถˆ๊ฐ€๋Šฅํ•œ ๊ฑด ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹จ์ง€ ๊ทธ ๊ทœ์น™์„ ์–ด๊ธธ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค๋งŒ ๊ฐ€๋Šฅํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์ผ ๋ฟ. ๋ฉ€์–ด์ง€๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋’ท๋ชจ์Šต์„ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ฒฐ์‹ฌํ•œ ๋“ฏ ์ž…์„ ์—ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๋Œ€ํ‘œ๋‹˜, ์ € ํ‡ด์‚ฌํ•˜๊ฒ ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค." ๋ช‡ ๋ฐœ์ง ๋–ผ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ์ž๋ฆฌ์— ๋ฉˆ์ถฐ ์„œ๋”๋‹ˆ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋Œ์•„๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋˜๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๋ฐฉ๊ธˆ ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ?" "ํ‡ด์‚ฌํ•˜๊ฒ ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์ด๋ฒˆ์—” ์ข€ ๋” ์ฐจ๋ถ„ํ•˜๊ณ  ํ™•๊ณ ํ•œ ํƒœ๋„๋กœ ๊ฐ™์€ ๋ง์„ ๋ฐ˜๋ณตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๊ทธ์ œ์•ผ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ๋˜‘๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ดค๊ณ  ์ž…์ˆ ์—๋Š” ๋น„์•„๋ƒฅ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋“ฏํ•œ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๊ฐ€ ๊ฑธ๋ ค ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "ํ˜„๋ชจ์–‘์ฒ˜๊ฐ€ ๋  ์ƒ๊ฐ์ด์•ผ?" ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‹ด๋‹ดํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์„ค๋ช…ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. "ํ˜„๋ชจ์–‘์ฒ˜๋„ ๋‚˜์˜์ง€ ์•Š๋„ค์š”. ๋งž์„  ์ƒ๋Œ€๊ฐ€ ์˜ค๋Š˜ ์ €์™€ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ๊นŒ์ง€ ์•ฝ์†ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”." "๊ทธ ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€ ๋งˆ์Œ์— ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด?" ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์••๋ฐ•์ ์ด์—ˆ๊ณ  ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ์–ผ์–ด๋ถ™๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. ์•„์ฃผ ์ž ๊น์ด๋‚˜๋งˆ ์ž์‹ ์ด ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๊ณผ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผํ•œ๋‹ค๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์— ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ฏฟ์„ ๋ป”ํ–ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ. "๊ทธ ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€ ๋„ ๋งŒ์กฑํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„?" ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋ง์„ ํ•˜๋ฉด ํ• ์ˆ˜๋ก ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์—๋Š” ๋น„์›ƒ์Œ์ด ํ•œ๊ฐ€๋“ ๋ฌป์–ด๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. "๊ทธ ๋‚จ์ž, ๋‚˜๋„ ์ž˜ ์•„๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด์•ผ. ๋„ˆ๋ž‘์€ ์–ด์šธ๋ฆฌ์ง€ ์•Š์•„. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ์ตœ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋๋‚ด." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ์•„๋ฌด๋ ‡์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒŒ ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ์žฌ๋–จ์ด์— ๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๊ฐ€๋งŒํžˆ ์ง€์ผœ๋ดค๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ๋งํˆฌ๋Š” ํšŒ์‚ฌ์—์„œ ์—…๋ฌด๋ฅผ ๋งก๊ธธ ๋•Œ์™€ ๋‹ค๋ฆ„์—†์ด ๋‹ด๋‹ดํ•˜๊ณ ๋„ ํ‰์˜จํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์˜ˆ์ „์˜ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜€๋‹ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ์ € ๋ฌต๋ฌตํžˆ ๊ทธ์˜ ์ง€์‹œ๋ฅผ ๋”ฐ๋ž์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ, ์ง€๊ธˆ์€ ๋” ์ด์ƒ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์ž์กด์‹ฌ๋„ ๋ฌต์‚ดํ•˜๋Š” ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ๋ฐœ์— ์ง“๋ฐŸํ˜€ ํ˜•์ฒด๋„ ์•Œ์•„๋ณผ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๊ฒŒ ๋ณ€ํ•˜๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์ด ์‹ซ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์šฉ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋‚ธ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ๋งํˆฌ๋ฅผ ํ‰๋‚ด ๋‚ด๋ฉฐ ๋น„์•„๋ƒฅ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ์˜…์€ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๊นŒ์ง€ ์ง€์œผ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋‘ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋˜‘๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ดค๋‹ค. "ํ•œ๋ฒˆ ๋„์ „ํ•ด ๋ณด๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด์š”. ๋ˆ„๊ฐ€ ์•Œ์•„์š”? ์˜์™ธ๋กœ ์†๊ถํ•ฉ์ด ์ž˜ ๋งž์„์ง€." ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์„ธ๋ฉด๋Œ€์—์„œ ๋Œ€์ถฉ ์†์„ ์”ป์€ ๋’ค, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์„ ๊ฑฐ๋“ค๋– ๋ณด์ง€๋„ ์•Š๊ณ  ๋ฉ€์–ด์ ธ ๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ๋ณ‘์› ๊ฑด๋ฌผ์„ ๋‚˜์„œ๋Š” ์ˆœ๊ฐ„๊นŒ์ง€ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋–จ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์†์„ ์ฃผ์ฒดํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋‘๋ ค์› ๋˜ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์‚ฐ๋ถ€์ธ๊ณผ ๊ฒ€์‚ฌ๋„ ๋ฐ›์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋น„์„œ๊ฐ€ ๋œ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‹จ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ๋„ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ง์„ ๋ฐ˜๋ฐ•ํ•˜๊ฑฐ๋‚˜ ๋ง๋Œ€๊พธํ•œ ์ ์ด ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์˜ค๋Š˜์ด ์ฒ˜์Œ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ž์‹ ์˜ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ํ–‰๋™์ด ์–ด๋–ค ํ›„๊ณผ๋ฅผ ์ดˆ๋ž˜ํ•  ์ง€ ๋ชฐ๋ž๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ํ•œ ๊ฐ€์ง€๋งŒ์€ ํ™•์‹คํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ง€๊ธˆ ๋‹น์žฅ ํšŒ์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋งŒ๋‘๊ณ  ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ๊ณผ ์ตœ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๋ฉ€๋ฆฌ ๋–จ์–ด์ ธ ์ง€๋‚ด์•ผ ํ•œ๋‹ค. ์˜์›ํžˆ ์ง€๋‚  ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋˜ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ์ง€๋‚˜๊ณ  ๋‹ค์Œ ๋‚  ์•„์นจ์ด ์ฐพ์•„์™”๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์š•์‹ค ๊ฑฐ์šธ ์•ž์—์„œ ์ถœ๊ทผํ• ์ง€ ๋ง์ง€ ํ•œ์ฐธ์„ ๋ง์„ค์˜€๋‹ค. 2์‹œ๊ฐ„ ํ›„, ์†์— ์‚ฌ์ง์„œ๋ฅผ ๋“  ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋ฌด์‹ค ๋ฌธ์„ ์กฐ์‹ฌ์Šค๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ๋…ธํฌํ•˜๊ณ  ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ€ ์ง‘๋ฌด์ฑ…์ƒ ์œ„์— ๊ณต์†ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๋ ค๋†“์•˜๋‹ค. "๋Œ€ํ‘œ๋‹˜, ์‚ฌ์ธํ•ด ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋Š” ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ์‚ฌ์ง์„œ๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๋ฐ€๋ฉฐ ์ •์ค‘ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ์˜ ์•ž์— ๋ฉˆ์ถฐ ์„ค ๋•Œ๊นŒ์ง€ ์„œ๋ฅ˜์—์„œ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋–ผ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋˜ ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์‚ฌ์ง์„œ๋ผ๋Š” ๋ง์— ์›€์ฐ”๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์ง„์งœ ์‚ฌ์ง์„œ๋ฅผ ์ œ์ถœํ•  ์ค„ ๋ชฐ๋ž๋˜ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ๋ฏฟ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋‹ค๋Š” ํ‘œ์ •์œผ๋กœ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๋…ธ๋ ค๋ดค๋‹ค. ์ž์‹ ์„ ๋šซ์–ด์ง€๊ฒŒ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋Š” ๊นŠ๊ณ  ๊ฒ€์€ ๋ˆˆ๋™์ž์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋›ฐ๋ฉฐ ๋ชธ์ด ์›€์ฐ”์›€์ฐ”ํ•ด ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋А๊ผˆ๋‹ค. "๊ฒฐ์ •ํ–ˆ์–ด?" ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ฌด๊ฒ์ง€๋„ ๊ฐ€๋ณ์ง€๋„ ์•Š๊ฒŒ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์˜จ๋ชธ์„ ๊ฐ์ŒŒ๋‹ค. "๋„ค. ๊ฒฐ์ •ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค." ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋–จ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ถ”๋ฉฐ ์ตœ๋Œ€ํ•œ ์นจ์ฐฉํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ž ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ํ”ผ์‹ ์›ƒ์Œ์„ ํ„ฐ๋œจ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ฒ€์ง€๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋ณ๊ฒŒ ์ฑ…์ƒ์„ ๋‘๋“œ๋ ธ๋‹ค. "์ด๋ฆฌ ์™€." ์ž…์ˆ ์„ ๊ผญ ๊นจ๋ฌธ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์ž๋ฆฌ์—์„œ ๊ฟˆ์ ๋„ ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. "ํ‡ด์‚ฌํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•„?" ๋™์‹œ์— ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์œ„ํ˜‘์ ์ธ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์‚ฌ๋ฌด์‹ค์— ์šธ๋ ธ๊ณ  ์†์œผ๋กœ ๊นŠ์€ ํ•œ์ˆจ์„ ๋‚ด์‰ฐ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๊ฒฝ๊ณ„ ๊ฐ€๋“ํ•œ ๋ชจ์Šต์œผ๋กœ ๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์ด ๋‹ค๊ฐ€๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ์ต์ˆ™ํ•˜๊ณ ๋„ ํฌ๊ทผํ•œ ๊ทธ์˜ ํ–ฅ์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ŒŒ์ง€๋งŒ ์ˆจ ๋ง‰ํžˆ๋Š” ๋А๋‚Œ์€ ์ง€์šธ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ์˜ ์กฐ์‹ฌ์Šค๋Ÿฌ์šด ๋ชจ์Šต์— ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ์ฐธ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๊ณ  ์›ƒ์Œ์„ ํ„ฐ๋œจ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์€ ํ‰์†Œ์—๋„ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋‚ด์–ด ์›ƒ์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ํŽธ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ธฐ๊ปํ•ด์•ผ ์ž… ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๋งŒ ๋น„์Šค๋“ฌํžˆ ์˜ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋งŒ ์ง€์„ ๋ฟ. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ ๊ทธ์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์— ๋ฒˆ์ง„ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ์–ธ์งข์€ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์„ ์„ค๋ช…ํ–ˆ๊ณ  ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์€ ๊ณง ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์˜ฌ ํญํ’์˜ ์ „์•ผ์˜€๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์†๋ชฉ์„ ์›€์ผœ์žก์€ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์ด ๋ˆˆ ๊นœ๋ฐ•ํ•  ์‚ฌ์ด์— ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ์ง‘๋ฌด์ฑ…์ƒ ์œ„์— ๋ˆ„๋ฅด๊ณ  ๊ฐ€๋งŒํžˆ ๋‚ด๋ ค๋‹ค๋ดค๋‹ค. ์ˆ˜๋ฐฑ ์ˆ˜์ฒœ์–ต ๊ทœ๋ชจ์˜ ๊ณ„์•ฝ ์„œ๋ฅ˜๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์— ๋–จ์–ด์กŒ์ง€๋งŒ ์•„๋ฌด๋„ ์‹ ๊ฒฝ ์“ฐ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค...... ...... ==== 3๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋น„์„œ๋กœ, ๋น„๋ฐ€ ์• ์ธ์œผ๋กœ ๊ณ์— ์žˆ์–ด์™”๋˜ ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€ ๊ฒฐํ˜ผํ•œ๋‹ค๋Š” ์†Œ์‹๊ณผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์ด ๊ด€๊ณ„๋„ ๋๋‚ด๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ... ์™œ ๊ณ„์† ๋ถ™์žก๊ณ  ๋†“์•„์ฃผ์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ๊ฑธ๊นŒ? ์ด์–ด์ง€๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฌ์›€๊ณผ ์• ๋งค ๊ฐ€๋“ํ•œ ๋ˆˆ๊ธธ์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ํ—ท๊ฐˆ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์ ์  ์ž์‹ ์˜ ์„ ํƒ๊ณผ ๋งˆ์Œ์„ ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ๊ทธ ๋•Œ. ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๊ฐ€ ์ž„์‹ ์„ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์‹ฌํ•ด์ง€๋Š” ์ž…๋ง์—, ๊ฐ•์ง€ํ•œ์˜ ์ง‘์ฐฉ์—, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ํƒ์š•์Šค๋Ÿฌ์šด ์—„๋งˆ์˜ ์••๋ฐ•์— ํ•œ์„ธํฌ๋Š” ์ ์  ์ ˆ๋ง์†์œผ๋กœ ๋น ์ ธ๋“ค๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ๊ณ  ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๊ณ ํ†ต์†์—์„œ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์กŒ๋‹ค...... ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์Šค์Šค๋กœ๋ฅผ ๊ตฌ์›ํ•˜๊ณ  ๋ฐ˜๊ฒฉํ•  ๊ฒƒ์ธ๊ฐ€์š”? ์•ž์œผ๋กœ๋Š” ์–ด๋–ค ์ „๊ฐœ๊ฐ€ ํŽผ์ณ์งˆ๊นŒ์š”? ์™„์ •ํ•œ ์Šคํ† ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ฆ๊ธฐ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์œผ์‹œ๋‹ค๋ฉด ์•„๋ž˜์˜ ๋ฒ„ํŠผ์„ ๋ˆŒ๋Ÿฌ App์„ ๋‹ค์šด๋กœ๋“œ ๋ฐ›์œผ์„ธ์š”. (App์„ ์˜คํ”ˆ ์‹œ ์ž๋™์œผ๋กœ ์—ด๋… ์ค‘์ธ ์ด ์ž‘ํ’ˆ์œผ๋กœ ์Šคํ‚ตํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค) &9& LEARN_MORE https://fbweb.moboreader.net/56913436-fb_contact-k Loving reading https://www.facebook.com/61567813351718/ 406 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn more 0 fbweb.moboreader.net VIDEO https://fbweb.moboreader.net/56913436-fb_contact-kra168_2-1115-core1.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=124213&accid=1129349344803415&rawadid=120211454143370284 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467475322_428442873463508_9044378253113441984_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=2Hoff79xsiEQ7kNvgHUuM-V&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A_zOCg64dUeDavW1R8_vAQ4&oh=00_AYBuaInIoZt-unRPzX927QqQgokjmf301LJblHhS8O6TFQ&oe=674816A4 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Loving reading 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-11-23 15:12 active 1910 0 ๐Ÿ˜Read the next chapters๐Ÿ‘‰ Lexi could sense the man was staring at her swollen right cheek. It didn't seem like he would take his eyes off her anytime. "I know I'm so pretty that people can't help but gawk at me." Claude's lips curved up. "You look very familiar." Lexi's eyes remained on the climbing numbers on the elevator's digital display. "That's a tacky way to hit on someone." "I've never needed to hit on anyone." Claude flashed a reticent smile. "I'm only stating the truth. There was a laziness and silkiness to his voice. Lexi looked ahead at the elevator's mirrored walls and took in Claude, who stood to her left. She didn't recall ever interacting with him, much less meeting him. To her surprise, Claude suddenly approached her. His intimidating presence overwhelmed her so much that she took a few steps back. "Can I help you?" she questioned with a stiff voice. Lexi held her breath. They were so close to each other that she could smell the faint pine scent from his body. "Do you really not recognize me?" Claude asked. "I don't." Claude straightened his back and peered down at her. When the elevator door opened on the tenth floor, he stepped aside. Doubt gnawed at her heart. She could have sworn she didn't know the man, but why did he seem to know her? โ€ฆ That night, Lexi had a dream. She dreamt of the night from two months ago. The wild night left her all sweaty. Zachary held her waist and tried out several positions with her. It left Lexi limp with barely any energy left. Not to mention, she was so drunk that she was in a daze. When Lexi woke, she massaged her forehead. The dream she had turned out to be a tad frightening. The man she slept with two months ago was Zachary. Yet, for some reason, he got replaced by the man from the elevator in her dream. LEARN_MORE https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=11845&ut Random Reading https://www.facebook.com/61560831098071/ 21 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 beokn.com DCO https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=11845&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/449727403_366939126055861_4561971539420395674_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=0tWuC8uqhnAQ7kNvgFDTI86&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A8lG92t8KhX6PmbZ36TsDH4&oh=00_AYDBn32x9YZsMquDyeTnt4ru3wfc24bo89d7fE4qTC8Z4w&oe=67481F9A PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Random Reading 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-11-23 15:12 active 1910 0 ๐Ÿ”žAttention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐Ÿ‘‰ It was 1 AM when I woke up from a bad dream. I was all alone. Whereโ€™d Jared run off to? I propped up my slightly round belly and headed downstairs to find him. Just as I approached the hallway, a womanโ€™s sweet voice became clearer. It was Sofia, my husbandโ€™s so-called best friend. โ€œWhat were you thinking when you got married to such a tough woman like Arielle? How could she make you pick her up late from work? You should be resting after a stressful day instead of being her driver!โ€ โ€œI did it willingly for my wife,โ€ I heard Jaredโ€™s steady, deep voice. โ€œYou changed, Jared. This isnโ€™t you. What has your wife done to you?โ€ โ€œHuh? You failed your marriage, now judge mine?โ€ โ€œStop it Jared, you know it, you know I divorced my husband because of you!โ€ Sofiaโ€™s shrill voice cried out. My eyes widened. What the hell? โ€œShut up! Donโ€™t drag me into your divorce!โ€ Jared snapped, his voice laced with fury but it didnโ€™t ease the weight in my chest. I had ever seen him act so emotionalโ€ฆ A sob escape Sofiaโ€™s throat. She moved into Jaredโ€™s arms, crying, as she held on to him tightly. Then I saw Jared wrap his arms around her. Angry, and totally disgusted, I hurried back upstairs and began to pack my things. I needed to leave. I have had just enough of their excesses! I was about to leave after the packing, but just at the entrance, Sofia stood there, obviously waiting for me. There was a smirk on her face. โ€œI have no strength for this, Sofia. Move,โ€ I said coldly. โ€œAnd if I donโ€™t? You think you can try to kill me and go Scott Free?โ€ She asked, hands akimbo. โ€œStop pretending. Go beg Jared for attention if you want his pity.โ€ โ€œYou still donโ€™t see the truth, do you?โ€ She stepped aside with a laugh. I walked past, but she called out, โ€œWho do you think Jared would save first?โ€ What? Before I could respond, I felt a hard shove. I tumbled down the stairs, pain shooting through my body. Sofia screamed beside me, pretending weโ€™d both fallen. God, sheโ€™s so despicable! As I lay there, gasping for air, Jared rushed in. I couldnโ€™t speak, but my eyes begged him. Please, help me. Help our baby! He knelt by me, but thenโ€”he turned to Sofia. And just before everything went black, I saw him pick her up over me. LEARN_MORE https://nvwibcnshop.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14 Random Reading https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/ 320 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 nvwibcnshop.com DCO https://nvwibcnshop.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14537&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461689980_8316860918363503_5351120767127653745_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=1O843SbKPhgQ7kNvgFeuIdn&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Ahlm0DIrIqs4rpvahhKiqCh&oh=00_AYDOrYSd_dV6OC_9n9y28mDZWEYTFGf192S4A3BabJg0Mg&oe=67481459 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Random Reading 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-11-23 15:12 active 1910 0 ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅClick to read the next chapter for free๐Ÿ‘‰ After six years, Stella Richard finally came back this familiar city. She walked out of the airport and hailed a taxi. When the taxi moved, all the memories she had tried to forget over the years began to flood her mind... Stella shook her head, chasing those thoughts away. This time, she hadnโ€™t come back to dwell on old, useless memories. She was back because her boss had asked her to return. He told her that their company was at a dead end, and he wanted her to come back and solve the crisis. At first, Stella didnโ€™t want to come, but after some thought, she decided to return... Six years ago, her boss had helped her during the most difficult time of her life, and she wanted to repay the favor... As for everything else, she no longer cared... At the Company... As Stella arrived, she noticed that most of the employees were engaged in a lively discussion. As she walked by, snippets of conversation reached her ears. "I heard that there are so many companies who want to buy our company." "Really! That means weโ€™ll have a new boss." "I just hope that our new boss should be good-looking, like a Korean drama CEO." "Hey! Do you know whoโ€™s going to buy the company?" Stella heard their chatter but didnโ€™t care about the gossip. She knew these people didnโ€™t actually care about who would buy the company or for what price. They just wanted to gossip. But she... She cared... and she was here to secure a good deal for her company. "Of course, itโ€™ll be Kingstonโ€™s, the RK Group. Who else in the city is powerful enough to challenge them?" Stella, who had been about to continue walking, stopped in her tracks. A name, both familiar and unfamiliar, reached her ears. "The Kingstons..." "RK Group..." Suddenly, memories Stella had locked away began to surge like a storm. Her mind was filled with those memories like a flood. Stella felt dizzy. It was as if she were still trapped in that RK mansion, surrounded by cold walls. Stella had thought she had long forgotten about him, but it seemed that it was just her illusion. [Flashback] Six Years Ago... In the RK Mansion... Stella walked out of the gate inside the living room. But her expression was somber. She moved as if in a daze. "Madam, what happened to you? Why do you look so pale and weak?" The one who spoke was Mia. She was working for Kingston's for years and always treated Stella like her daughter. Seeing her pale face and weak demeanor, Mia was worried. "Mia... Donโ€™t worry, Iโ€™m fine. Itโ€™s just..." Stella glanced at the reports in her hand and said, "I havenโ€™t had my period for two months, and when I went to the hospital..." She didnโ€™t finish her sentence, looking at Mia with a mix of expectation and worry. They just stared at each other. Mia understood what Stella wanted to say. She was pregnant. But Mia also knew about the relationship between Mr. RK and Stella. She didnโ€™t know what to say. In the end, she just congratulated her. Stella didnโ€™t say anything and kept staring at the reports in her hand. She had been married to Rene Kingston for three years. But theirs was not a marriage of love... It was a contract marriage, with a three-year time limit. Because the woman he loved was her sister. RK had been about to marry her sister, Sophia, but for some reason, Stella had ended up replacing her sister. From the day they married, he had told her that their marriage was just a three-year contract and nothing more. For RK, their marriage was indeed just a contract, but for Stella, it was a beautiful gift from God. Because only she knew how happy she was when she found out she was going to marry RK. The man she had loved throughout her youth. All these years, Stella had given her best in this marriage, hoping that maybe, just maybe, their marriage would work out. Maybe he wouldnโ€™t divorce her. Maybe he would want to stay with her... Maybe he would give their relationship a chance because of the child... Stella was still lost in thought when suddenly, a voice came from the door, shattering all her hopes and illusions. "I donโ€™t want this child." The voice was cold and hard. Stella and Mia both turned to look in the direction of the voice. RK was standing at the door, staring at Stella. His face was cold and expressionless. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking. He had a very handsome face and blue eyes. His blue eyes were like the deep ocean. If you looked into them. Then you would be drowned in it. Chapter 2 RK walked in and stood in front of Stella. He appeared like a king, towering above the world and looking down upon everyone as if they were nothing. With his tall frame and commanding aura, he exuded an undeniable power. Stella sat on the sofa, overwhelmed by his presence. She remained seated, staring at him, shocked by his words. She never expected this man to be so cold-blooded, uttering such harsh words without a second thought. There was no hesitation in his voice when he said he didnโ€™t want the child. Stella looked into his eyes, trying her best to remain calm and hold back her tears. She didnโ€™t want to appear weak in front of this cold man. The two of them just stared at each other in silence. After a while, RK walked over and sat opposite Stella. As he sat down, his assistant, Alex Triston, placed a stack of papers on the table. At the top of the papers were the words "Contract Expired." Alex looked at Stella and said, "Miss Richard, according to your contract with Mr. RK, three years have now been completed. Please sign here and finalize the process." Stella noted the change in how Alex addressed herโ€”from Mrs. RK to Miss Richard. Even though she still hadn't signed her name. A mocking smile appeared on her face. She was sure that Alex wouldnโ€™t have dared to take her so lightly, if it hadnโ€™t been ordered by someone, of course, and that someone was none other than her husband. RK took the pen and signed his name without a pause or thought. After finishing, he looked at Stella and said, "You can stay here for a week and look for the house." Stella looked into the man's eyes which are calm as a lake. There was no regret, sadness, or hesitationโ€”nothing. It was as if he felt nothing about their relationship, which had suddenly gone through such a big change. But as this thought crossed her mind, she scolded herself. "Stella, are you a fool? How can you expect any regret or sadness from this stone-hearted man?" But still, she couldnโ€™t control her emotions. Because she had loved this stone-heated man for so many years. Stella didnโ€™t say anything and just looked at the man with whom she had spent the past three years. She had seen his face every day, yet now, as she looked at him, she still found him strikingly handsome. But... he was also the man who had shattered her heart into a thousand pieces. She didnโ€™t want to show her vulnerability in front of him, so she tried her best not to cry. Her hand trembled as she held the pen. She looked at the papers, saw his elegant and strong handwriting, and signed her name. Just like her heart, her handwriting was also broken. Stella was shattered inside, but she didn't show this on her face. After she signed her name, she took a deep breath and said, "I am very grateful to Mr. Kingston that he allowed me to stay here for a week, but after our contract expires I don't think I should stay here. I will leave immediately." After speaking, Stella glanced at Mia and asked, "Mia, can you help me pack my things?" Mia looked at Stella's face and saw how hard she trying not to cry and her heartache. She didn't want to do this, but she had to do it. Stella went upstairs to pack her belongings, while RK watched her retreating figure, his emotions unreadable. Stella looked around the room where she had lived for three years, her eyes turned blurred... She can't hold back her tears. She knew their marriage would end someday, but she hadnโ€™t anticipated such intense pain in her heart. Stella didnโ€™t have many things to pack. She just packed her belongings but left everything RK had bought untouchedโ€” not even a single piece of clothing. Mia watched her in silence, unsure of what to say. Stella wiped away her tears and said, "Mia, donโ€™t worry about me. Iโ€™m fine. Itโ€™s just that Iโ€™m not his Mrs. Right." With that, she grabbed her bag and headed downstairs. Downstairs... RK was still sitting on the sofa, watching Stella. But Stella didn't want to look at him and was ready to leave... "Where are you going?" Suddenly, his cold voice cut through the silence. Stella paused and turned to look at him. She hadnโ€™t been on good terms with her family from the beginning, and after her marriage, it had been nearly impossible to maintain any connection with them. As for him, they were now divorced, so she felt no reason or obligation to tell him where she was going. "I donโ€™t think my whereabouts has anything to do with Mr. Kingston. Weโ€™re already divorced and have nothing to do with each other. Mr. Kingston must be focused on his future wife, not on his ex-wife..." Stella's tone was cold and it was like she was throwing daggers from her mouth. She couldnโ€™t comprehend his hypocritical behavior. She wondered if it was her imagination or not, but it felt as though, after mentioning his future wife, the temperature in the room had dropped a lot. She felt a chill spread through her body and decided to leave. "Wait a second." His voice was firm and allowed no rebuttal. Chapter 3 Stella heard his voice and stopped. There was a little bit of hope in her heart. The man's eyes were dark and cold, filled with mysterious thoughts, and a layer of fog surrounded him. Suddenly, he spoke, "I don't want this child. Don't forget to take it out." RK looked at the woman in front of him and thought. She seemed like a pure and beautiful woman, and he didn't want her to carry his burden. Stella's hand, which was holding her luggage, trembled, and the little bit of hope in her heart vanished. She felt like someone had stabbed a knife into her heart. He had broken her heart so many times, but... she didnโ€™t know why she still felt hurt every time it happened. "Boooom." His words exploded in her head like a bomb, and the little bit of hope she had left in her heart was also gone. The hands holding the bag tightened. She felt like someone had stabbed her heart, and she could smell the blood. Suddenly, she laughed at herself. She felt like a fool. How could she expect anything from a man who was so cold toward his child? "If you don't want this child, then why did you sleep with me?" She wanted to yell at him, but in the end, she didnโ€™t say anything. He had once told her that he liked children, which was why she hadnโ€™t taken the pills. But... It was as if he liked children but not with her. Stella's heart was in so much pain, but she didnโ€™t want to let him see her tears. She didnโ€™t turn around, keeping her back facing him. Stella took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Kingston, donโ€™t think too much. I also donโ€™t want this child at all. I have already decided to get rid off it." She was about to leave but then stopped and said, "One more thing, I hope we donโ€™t see each other again in this life." After she said, Stella didnโ€™t stop for a minute and left. At first, she didnโ€™t want to leave this place, but now... She felt suffocated. Stella held her bag tightly and left without looking back. RK watched the womanโ€™s back, struggling to keep herself straight and not stumble. His eyes were dark and filled with unreadable emotions. Only after her figure disappeared from his sight did his tense back relax. [Flashback end] "I am sorry, I didnโ€™t see you..." Suddenly, a man bumped into Stella, who was standing in the hallway. Files fell to the ground. But because of this she also came back from the memories from six years ago. "No, I am sorry," she said, helping him pick up the files before going into the elevator. As the elevator door opened, Jack Paul stood outside and greeted her. Jack Paul looked at Stella with a smile and said, "Stella, here you are. How are you? You are new here. If you need anything, please feel free to tell me." Stella looked at him and nodded. "I am fine, thank you." As they talked, they went to his office and sat down. Jack looked at Stella and said, "Stella, I am very happy that you accepted my offer and came back." As he spoke, he handed her a red file and continued, "I am sure you have heard that our company is going to be acquired by someone. This file contains the reports I made; take a look." Stella took the file and nodded. Jack continued, "Many companies want to buy our company, but among all of them, RK Groups is the best. However, the price offered by Mr. RK was too low." He paused and said, "This time, I ask you to come back so that you can turn the situation around." "RK Groups... Rene Kingston..." Stella's hands holding the file trembled. The memories she had locked away deep down in her heart suddenly resurfaced. Stella calmed herself and said, "I will do my best." "Thatโ€™s good," Jack laughed and said. "Now that you have taken on this project, I am not worried anymore." Chapter 4 The next day, at a coffee shop... Stella had already organized all the documents and asked the negotiation director of the RK Group to meet her at the coffee shop. As she was waiting, a man wearing a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses came over. But when he walked over and saw Stella, he looked shocked. Stella also looked at the person in front of her and was shocked, too. Because the one standing in front of her was RK's assistant, Alex Triston. For a moment, both of them stayed quiet. It was Stella who took the initiative and said, "Long time no see." Alex heard her words and quickly regained his composure. He nodded and sat down. Stella didnโ€™t waste much time and went straight to the point. "Mr. Triston, here are the documents. If you find them satisfactory, please sign them." As she spoke, she pushed the documents in front of him. Alex looked at the eye-catching price of 70 million and was shocked. "Miss Richard, the RK Group can only offer 40 million. The price your company is asking for is very high." Stella didnโ€™t want to sign this contract from the beginning. She would never let that man become her boss. She felt like she was wasting her time on the RK Group and should find another company. "It's alright, but we can't sign this contract." She said, packing her things and deciding to leave. Alex saw that she was about to leave and that she wasnโ€™t interested in this deal, and he panicked. He rushed over and stopped her. "Miss Richard, please wait. Let me call and ask about the price again." Stella stopped and nodded. "Of course." Alex stepped to the side and made a call. **** At the RK Group's CEO office... RK was sitting in the head chair, listening to a report from the marketing department, when his phone rang. RK glanced at the phone and hung up. He didnโ€™t like being disturbed at work. But after a few seconds, it rang again. The people standing in the office saw his cold expression and trembled. They felt like the person on the other side was about to die. RK's face didnโ€™t look good, and the people reporting to him felt a chill down their spines. RK picked up the phone and asked, "What is it?" His voice was cold. Alex reported the situation on the other side. "Tell them itโ€™s not going to happen. 70 million is too much; theyโ€™re not worth it." After he finished speaking, he was about to hang up. But Alex said something that made him pause for a while. His fingers tapped on the table, and after a minute, he replied, "Okay, then let's agree to 70 million." After that, he paused for a moment and added, "Tell her Iโ€™m coming to the company, and ask her to personally explain to me how itโ€™s worth 70 million." After he spoke, he hung up the phone. There were some unknown emotions in his deep blue eyes. The people from the marketing department heard his words and were shocked. "The CEO is going to personally sign the contract." "Is that negotiation really worth his visit?" Moreover, they knew that in this negotiation, Mr. Kingston didnโ€™t need to be personally involved. All of them had question marks on their faces. **** Alex wasnโ€™t too far away, so Stella could hear parts of his conversation. She heard Alex directly reporting her name to the person on the other side of the phone. Within just three minutes... "Miss Richard, wait! Mr. Kingston said that they have no problem with your price. The agreement must be set according to your companyโ€™s plan. Let's quickly sign the deal so that no one can back out." After he finished speaking, he took out the documents, signed his name, and handed the pen to Stella. Looking at his arrogant attitude, as if he had already bought her company, Stella was a little shocked. She stared at the pen in a daze. She hadnโ€™t expected the agreement between the two companies to go so smoothly and effortlessly. Stella felt like she had made her stand clear by not lowering her price and being firm in her decision. But who would have thought that RK would be even more determined than she was in the acquisition of the company? He even agreed to sign the contract at her price. "Didnโ€™t he pride himself on never changing his decisions, no matter what? Then why did he change this one?" she thought. "Was it because, after living with the love of his life, he changed?" But no matter what. Now, what could she do? Stella took the pen and signed her name. She didnโ€™t care about him anymore. Anyway, she wasnโ€™t going to stay here. Usually, she didnโ€™t want him to become her boss, but what could she do? She needed to finish this job and leave quickly. Alex put the documents back, shook hands with her, and said, "Miss Richard, from now on, weโ€™re colleagues in the same company. Please take care of us in the future!" Stella just gave him a forced smile. Only she and God knew how much she didnโ€™t want this man to be her boss. Alex looked at her and added, "Miss Richard, please go back to the company quickly. Mr. Kingston will be there in a while. He said he wants you to... personally explain how your company is worth 70 million." Alex also didnโ€™t know why his boss wanted Miss Richard to do it personally, after what happened between them before. But as an assistant, he could only do as he was told. ***** On the way back to the company... Stella was sitting in the car, but her mind was filled with thoughts of how RK would soon become her boss. "Ahhh! Stella, youโ€™re the best. You just signed the contract as soon as you showed up!" The one who speak was the assistant to the director of the company. "Stella, you donโ€™t know, but before you came, Mr. Paul sent many people to negotiate with Mr. Kingston, but he only kept lowering the price." She hugged Stella and said happily, "Stella, youโ€™re our lucky star." Stella just lowered her head and didnโ€™t speak. Because it wasnโ€™t what she wanted. Lily continued, "Stella, you just came back, so you probably donโ€™t know much about the city, right?" As she spoke, she leaned closer to Stellaโ€™s ear and whispered, "Let me tell you, Mr. Kingston is the most handsome man in X City. Heโ€™s not only handsome but also rich and capable. Heโ€™s the dream man of many women in the world." Stella heard her words and felt speechless. "I heard that he had a fiancรฉe before, but he already left her, six years ago," Lily said. "He didnโ€™t marry her sister?" Stella couldnโ€™t believe they hadnโ€™t married yet. Didnโ€™t he give her a divorce because he wanted to marry her sister? She thought that by now, they must be married, have children, and be living happily together. "Stella, here you are." When Jack heard that Stella had reached an agreement with RK Groups, he personally came to welcome her with a big smile on his face. "Stella, you didnโ€™t disappoint me. Quickly, go to the meeting room and sit for a while. Mr. Kingston will be here soon, and you will come with me to welcome him." LEARN_MORE https://redtgb.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=14852&u Indulge in story https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/ 840 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 redtgb.com DCO https://redtgb.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=14852&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463900914_573500055114908_7293454514498053516_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=9lnYcssASb8Q7kNvgErTVJv&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A_sU1wcDIlDnAcqGqGdFSy4&oh=00_AYBU70OspjCj5LY3hpKF3o7kllajiUxT2VMIY86UfOKkLQ&oe=67480E1F PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Indulge in story 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-11-23 15:12 active 1910 0 ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅClick to read the next chapter for free๐Ÿ‘‰ At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before herโ€”her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she wonโ€™t be a concubine. Sheโ€™ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that sheโ€™s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I donโ€™t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wifeโ€™s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "Sheโ€™s unlike any woman Iโ€™ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, sheโ€™s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estateโ€™s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasnโ€™t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, sheโ€™s different from any woman you know. As a general, sheโ€™s above household squabbles and wouldnโ€™t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "Thatโ€™s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "Itโ€™s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, Iโ€™ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Donโ€™t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. โ€œWhy put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.โ€ โ€œOh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?โ€ Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren familyโ€™s life respectable, and this was her reward. โ€œEnough,โ€ Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. โ€œIโ€™ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion wonโ€™t change anything.โ€ As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. โ€œMy lady, my lord has really crossed the line!โ€ Lulu, Carissaโ€™s maid, said, wiping her tears. โ€œDonโ€™t call him that!โ€ Carissa gave her a stern look. โ€œWe never consummated the marriage. Heโ€™s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.โ€ โ€œWhy the dowry list?โ€ Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. โ€œSilly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.โ€ Lulu gasped. โ€œLeave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?โ€ Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered โ€” assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her familyโ€™s former glory seemed impossibleโ€”at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren familyโ€™s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. โ€œLulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.โ€ ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissaโ€™s arrival to the king three times. โ€œYour Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,โ€ he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. โ€œI canโ€™t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.โ€ โ€œThe guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. Sheโ€™s been standing there for over an hour without moving.โ€ Salvador felt a pang of guilt. โ€œBarrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didnโ€™t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.โ€ โ€œYour Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,โ€ Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. โ€œAlright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, Iโ€™ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,โ€ said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. โ€œAs always, you're wise, Your Majesty!โ€ ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. 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No 2024-11-23 15:12 active 1910 0 Autrefois, Madisyn รฉtait la seule fille des Chapman. Mais la faรงade avait volรฉ en รฉclats lorsque Jeffry Chapman, qu'elle connaissait comme son pรจre, avait รฉtรฉ victime d'un grave accident qui avait nรฉcessitรฉ une transfusion s*nguine urgente. Les analyses suivantes avaient rรฉvรฉlรฉ que Madisyn n'รฉtait pas son enfant biologique. Jeffry avait ensuite fait appel ร  son vaste rรฉseau pour retrouver sa vรฉritable fille, Jenna. Jenna avait montรฉ plusieurs plans contre Madisyn, mais ses parents fermaient les yeux, leur mรฉpris pour Madisyn รฉtant ร  peine voilรฉ et a dรฉcidรฉ de rendre Madisyn ร  sa vraie famille. Madisyn a pris son modeste sac et s'est dirigรฉe vers la porte, d'un pas dรฉcidรฉ et inรฉbranlable. Elle ne s'est pas retournรฉe vers la famille qu'elle laissait derriรจre elle. Elle a hรฉlรฉ un taxi. La destination รฉtait un village humble et dรฉlabrรฉ, loin de l'opulence qu'elle avait connue. En arrivant, elle a remarquรฉ l'รฉtat de dรฉlabrement de la maison de ses parents biologiques, l'air rempli de cris รฉtouffรฉs qui lui ont serrรฉ le cล“ur. En entrant, elle a vu beaucoup de monde. Le contraste รฉtait saisissant. Un homme vรชtu d'un costume propre et รฉlรฉgant, entourรฉ de gardes du corps, se tenait devant un couple en pleurs, vรชtu d'un simple costume de paysan. Alors que Madisyn contemplait ce tableau surrรฉaliste, l'homme s'est retournรฉ, les yeux remplis de rouge et d'incrรฉdulitรฉ. Il s'est prรฉcipitรฉ vers elle, les bras grands ouverts. ยซ Ma fille, c'est bien toi! Je ne peux pas croire que tu sois vraiment vivante! ยป La voix de l'homme grand et imposant s'est brisรฉe sous le coup de l'รฉmotion. Madisyn est restรฉe bouche bรฉe. Le fermier a soupirรฉ lourdement, ยซ Cet homme est ton vrai pรจre. ยป Madisyn a regardรฉ l'รฉtranger, notant les similitudes indรฉniables entre leurs traits. Madisyn a suivi l'homme en costume jusqu'ร  une rutilante Rolls-Royce garรฉe sur le trottoir. ยซ Madisyn, moi c'est Glenn Johns, ton pรจre. ร€ partir de maintenant, je suis lร  pour toi ; n'hรฉsite pas ร  me demander ce dont tu as besoin ยป, a dit l'homme en costume, d'une voix douce mais ferme. Elle prise de conscience faite lentement : Glenn Johns n'รฉtait pas seulement un homme riche, il รฉtait le PDG du Groupe Johns, l'homme le plus riche de Gemond... &9& LEARN_MORE https://fbweb.kifflire.com/19915410-fb_contact-frp La ville du livre https://www.facebook.com/61564304550999/ 448 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn more 0 fbweb.kifflire.com VIDEO https://fbweb.kifflire.com/19915410-fb_contact-frp65_2-0920-core1.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=060236&accid=3564626023799239&rawadid=120215067564690541 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466970910_1079649073662629_6663083981012708652_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=11j_zWHkW0YQ7kNvgF3LAdd&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A_zOCg64dUeDavW1R8_vAQ4&oh=00_AYAnBQzg46LmoV0d8cEZZw9f7wXFvbHMto5whih1H-QxHQ&oe=674823F6 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 La ville du livre 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-11-23 15:12 active 1910 0 ๐Ÿ”žAttention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐Ÿ‘‰ "I, Barrett Warren, vow with my life that I'll take no concubine! Carissa Sinclair shall be my one and only!" These were the words that convinced Carissa Sinclair, the daughter of general, to hide her martial talents and forsake her promising future to marry into the crumbling Warren family. Even on their wedding night, when Barrett was abruptly summoned to the battlefield, Carissa never complained. She used her dowry to support the struggling Warren household, waiting faithfully for his return. But she never imagined that when Barrett finally returned, the first thing he would do was marrying his new love... --- At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before herโ€”her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage to Aurora." he said, his voice steady, " She will be joining our household. There's no question about it." Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she wonโ€™t be a concubine. Sheโ€™ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that sheโ€™s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I donโ€™t really need your approval on it." Fell in love? Huh, looks like he is determined in breaking the vow he made a year ago... Carissa's soft smile wiped off by a mocking one, she had once believed Barrettโ€™s victory would earn him a higher rank, freeing her from the burden of supporting the Warren household with her dowry. Yet instead, in exchange for his victory, he only asked the king for another woman's hand, and now he even dared to silence her with his so-called 'glorified victory'... Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and Aurora is amicable. Mother liked her a lot upon seeing her, even her health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estateโ€™s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please be generous enough to welcome Aurora." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, sheโ€™s different from any woman you know. As a general, sheโ€™s above household squabbles and wouldnโ€™t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "Thatโ€™s them." Barrett interrupted, "You're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her. Also rest assured. Mother has promised me that Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things." โ€œOh, that's what you and mother think I fear? Losing the control of this household?โ€ Carissa couldn't help but laughing. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren familyโ€™s life respectable, and this was her reward. โ€œEnough,โ€ Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. โ€œIโ€™ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion wonโ€™t change anything.โ€ As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. โ€œMy lady, my lord has really crossed the line!โ€ Lulu, Carissaโ€™s maid, said, wiping her tears. โ€œDonโ€™t call him that!โ€ Carissa gave her a stern look. โ€œWe never consummated the marriage. Heโ€™s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.โ€ โ€œWhy the dowry list?โ€ Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. โ€œSilly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.โ€ Lulu gasped. โ€œLeave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?โ€ Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered โ€” assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her familyโ€™s former glory seemed impossibleโ€”at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren familyโ€™s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. โ€œLulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.โ€ ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissaโ€™s arrival to the king three times. โ€œYour Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,โ€ he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. โ€œI canโ€™t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.โ€ โ€œThe guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. Sheโ€™s been standing there for over an hour without moving.โ€ Salvador felt a pang of guilt. โ€œBarrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didnโ€™t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.โ€ โ€œYour Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,โ€ Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. โ€œAlright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, Iโ€™ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,โ€ said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. โ€œAs always, you're wise, Your Majesty!โ€ ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left in the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowry and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high... 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Yes 2024-11-23 15:12 active 1910 0 ๐Ÿ”žAttention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐Ÿ‘‰ For three days and three nights, Joseph gave me no respite. He had come to live with me as my husband, one I had little respect for. Not only would I never let him touch me, but I'd done everything in my power to belittle him. But now that my fortune had all but disappeared, and he was suddenly a rich man, it was like he was taking his revenge. He seemed to savor every last act we performed. ... My husband came to me with nothing. It wasn't even him I liked; it was his brother. But at a class reunion, I had too much to drink and he took advantage. Not only that, but everyone we knew found out. My father was disgraced. He felt the only thing to do to save our family honor was for me to marry this man. But he did have one condition, that the man who despoiled me would come and live with us in our family home. My new husband's parents were divorced. His father had all but abandoned him after remarrying and now he had nothing. As for me, my family was rich, and I was my parents' little princess. My husband could hardly have dreamed of a better match. So, just like that, we were married. No one even considered what I wanted. I wanted his brother. Naturally, I resented him and everything he'd done. I wouldn't let him near me. I made him sleep on the floor. I would mock him at mealtimes, along with my brother. We'd sneer at him and refuse him food. He'd still do things for me, like bring me umbrellas in the rain, but I'd make sure to insult him nonetheless. I couldn't feel easy letting him get away with what he'd done. Despite all this, he never seemed to mind. It was like he had no temper, no self-respect. Whatever me or my family said and did, he would always sit there meekly and take it. Objectively, he wasn't bad to look at. If he hadn't been so introverted and if his grades hadn't been so bad then he'd probably have got a lot more attention at school. His brother was a different story. Handsome, outgoing, with impeccable grades, he was what you might call a bit of a schoolyard celebrity. To think that our burgeoning romance was snuffed out so cruelly by my husband's actions was a source of great pain and anger. In the middle of the night, I got out of bed and kicked my husband awake, demanding a drink. He immediately pulled himself to his feet and dutifully got me a glass of water. As there was a slight autumn chill in the air, he even warmed it up for me. Such thoughtfulness might have charmed me, but all I could think of was how he'd used me the night of our class reunion. My anger flared and I threw the whole glass of water in his face. His only reaction was to go to the bathroom to dry himself off. Watching him quietly slink away, I almost felt a pang of guilt for my actions. That is, until I reminded myself once more of what he'd done and how my life would never be the same again. This was our life for the first three years of marriage. But a lot can happen in three years. For example, my family losing our fortune, or me starting to fall for my husband, or even... him deciding he wanted a divorce. When he handed me the divorce papers, he said it was because his childhood sweetheart had returned. I have to admit, at that moment, I was in shock. It was like a great weight was crushing my body and I could hardly breathe. But I had too much self-respect to let him see how he was hurting me. With as carefree an expression as I could muster, I took the pen from his hand and signed the papers. As soon as I had done so, he asked me, not unkindly, "Would you like my driver to take you home?" It took me a while to react. The villa I was in, the villa I had called home for over 20 years, was no longer mine. My family was broke. All of our possessions had been sold off. All this while he, the man who had forced me into marriage when he had nothing to his name, had secretly started his own company and built his own fortune behind my back. To add insult to injury, it was he who had bought our family home. Not that I could blame him completely. Or that I had any claim to his wealth. He had worked hard to get where he was, without a penny of help from me or my family, all while suffering in silence. He stared at me in silence, waiting for my response. He suddenly seemed so reasonable, while I was now ashamed of how I'd treated him. After all that I'd put him through, it would be only natural for him to use this reversal of fortunes to exact his revenge. But he wasn't doing so. If anything, he seemed just as meek and mild-mannered as before. "There's no need. I'll find my own way back." I replied. As soon as I'd finished speaking, I turned and hurried outside. His voice called after me, calmly, "What did you come to see me about?" "Nothing" I called back, without even turning my head. It was raining outside and I clutched the gift I was carrying tightly to keep it dry. Today was our third-year anniversary. I'd never done anything nice for him before, but since realizing I had developed feelings for him, I thought it might be nice to celebrate a nice occasion together. I'd never dreamed that what awaited me was a pile of divorce papers. I smiled a bitter smile as the rain soaked through my clothing and left me drenched. The next day, I woke up sniffling. I lay there in bed, feeling too weak to get up. Eventually, a commotion outside disturbed me from my malaise. I dragged myself feebly out of bed. When I made it outside, my father was sitting atop a crumbling wall, declaring to all that he wanted to terminate his life. We were now living in a dilapidated apartment block. Conditions in the building were poor, but the rent was cheap. My mother was crying and wailing, screaming at my father that if he jumped, she would follow suit. My head was pounding as I tried to talk my father down. I tried to tell him that money isn't everything, that as long as we have each other we'd be fine. My father looked at me, suddenly quiet. His eyes seemed to be burning into my soul. "Go ask Joseph for help. He's family. He wouldn't abandon us now." Having heard my father's words, my mother hastily added, "Of course! Maybe we haven't always seen eye to eye, but he's your husband. He's certain to help." I could almost have laughed. My parents still had no idea about our divorce. I tried to tell them he wouldn't help, but my father started becoming hysterical once more. He left me with no choice. I had to go crawling back to Joseph. To my "husband". Before I left, my mother insisted on spending the last of our money to get me a new outfit: a long dress with a deep-cut V-neck and a pair of pointy leather shoes. She also helped me do my make-up so I was dolled up to the nines. As I looked myself up and down in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of revulsion. I didn't look at all like someone asking for help. I looked more like I was on a mission to seduce. But even if I turned up on his doorstep in my birthday suit, I doubt he'd give me more than a cursory glance. At that time, I couldn't understand why he'd slept with me at our class reunion. Could it be that he was just as drunk as I was? Had he mistaken me for his sweetheart? I quickly put those thoughts out of my mind. Even though I was doomed to fail, I would go to ask him for help. That way my parents could give up on the fantasy that he might save us. After making some inquiries, I discovered that he was at his company's offices. And so, that's where I went. I headed inside, while my parents, who had accompanied me this far, waited outside. The looks of pure, desperate hope on their faces were almost too much for me to bear, knowing how much this would disappoint them. When I arrived at his office, I was greeted by a sea of unfriendly faces. I could make out people talking about me as I passed. Nothing I heard was nice. I pretended not to notice. I straightened my shoulders and made straight for his personal office. But as soon as I saw him, I could feel my confidence fade. He was sitting on his chair, radiating poise, smiling broadly as he watched me approach... Chapter 2 I stood there wringing my fingers in shame as I explained why I had come. Joseph's gaze grew stern as he asked, "And why do you think I should help you?" It was clear that I had been right to think he would reject me. "Please, forget I even came." After everything we put him through, my family should be happy he wasn't seeking revenge. To come here asking him for help was nonsense. I'd swallowed my pride for my parents' sake, but obviously, we'd get no help from him. I was beginning to get angry at myself for even trying. I started to leave but he called me back. "Tell me. What do you have to offer in return? If I feel like it's worth it, then I'm sure we can make a deal." I froze in my tracks. My mind was whirring but I could think of nothing to offer him. Nothing except my body. But if he wanted that, we'd been married for three years. While we didn't share a bed, we at least shared a room. In three years, he'd never once made a move. I lowered my head, mumbling through my shame, "Just forget I came." Unexpectedly, he walked over and stood in front of me. He was a good head taller than me. He leaned over slightly and whispered against my ear. "You came here dressed like that. Why play coy now?" I felt my body stiffen and my shame burned even brighter. I wanted so desperately to turn and run. He put his hands around my waist and flashed me a knowing smile. "Three years of marriage. Every night, sleeping alone on the floor. You don't think I've dreamed of that body of yours? Why not offer me that?" My eyes grew wide. For a moment, I doubted my own ears. At last, I asked, "What are you saying?" He stared at me, his eyes as deep and impenetrable as a bottomless ocean. A sense of panic rose up inside me. Wordlessly, without looking away, he moved his fingers up and gently pulled down the straps of my dress. My cheeks flushed red and I pushed him away. I shouted, angrily, "If you won't help, just say so! I didn't expect you to anyway. There's no need to insult me like this!" Joseph looked at me, a hard-to-read expression crossing his face, like a mixture of anger and amusement. He said, "You think this is an insult?" "Is it not?" He clearly had feelings for someone else. To act this way towards me could be seen as nothing but insulting. He suddenly turned away and sat back down in his chair. When he raised his head to look at me once more, his gaze was cold. He sneered, "The way you're dressed, I thought you were serious, but it seems you haven't thought this through. If you're not here to make a deal, then I suggest you leave." I never expected him to help. Having had my prediction confirmed, I turned and left the office. As soon as I stepped outside the building, my parents were there to ask me how things went. "Will he help us?" My father asked urgently. All I could do was shake my head. My father's rage erupted. "The ungrateful swine. Now he's made his fortune he's forgotten his own family? If I'd have seen him for what he is, I'd never have let him marry you!" My mother joined in. "He always acted so civil, like a dutiful son-in-law. But now that he doesn't need us, he leaves us out in the cold!" I let out a helpless sigh. "There's no use cursing him now. Besides, he never took a penny from us, never made use of your connections. He's entitled to his business. "And it's not like we treated him much like a part of the family. Surely, you can see why he might not want to help us." My parents didn't respond, but it was clear from their expressions that they weren't impressed. Looking at them like this, my head, still heavy from whatever illness I'd caught the night before, began to hurt even worse. That evening, my brother took his phone and called each of his old friends, asking them for help. Back when we had money, they'd pick up the phone and come out drinking in a flash. Now that we were destitute, not a single one would answer. In his fury, my brother smashed the phone. I lay curled up in bed and tried to comfort him. "This is the world we live in. Friendship isn't what it used to be." My mother was sitting nearby, crying. The financial straits we were in meant it was unlikely we were ever going to recover. The best we could hope for was to somehow pay off our debts. My family's creditors were making daily appearances, demanding money. The calls were so frequent that it was impossible to focus our attention on anything else. My father was desperate. "Anna, why not try asking Joseph for a loan? He has money. At the very least, he should be able to lend us some." Then my mother chimed in. "Even if you divorced, wouldn't he have to give you some of his money?" I curled up tighter beneath the blankets. How was I supposed to tell them I hadn't got a single penny out of our divorce? My brother had heard as much as he could take. "That's enough! Sending Anna off to beg for mercy is degrading. Don't you remember how we treated him when he was with us?" Suddenly, a flash of realization crossed my mother's face. She quickly asked, "Did Joseph insult you when you went to see him?" I shook my head. "No. Of course not." My mother looked reassured. Almost to herself, she muttered, "Of course he wouldn't. He's always been such a well-mannered person, not to mention obedient. He clearly likes and admires you. How could he possibly insult you?" I barely suppressed a scornful laugh and said nothing in response. My father let out an anguished sign. He turned his gaze towards the unlocked balcony and declared his desire to end his life once more. Hearing this, my mother again started crying. By now, my head was ready to explode. All we needed was money. Even just a little would help stave off our creditors for a time, while we could work on getting more. A few days later, once my health had sufficiently recovered, I set out to find work. Most jobs I could find paid too little to put a dent in our debts, but I'd heard you could make good money trading booze in the high-end clubs. I'd seen this myself when I used to go clubbing with my friends. The customers in those places were crazy tippers. I picked my favorite club from the old days and went in to see if I could land myself a job. The manager recognized me immediately and was happy to bring me on board. He even let me start off by working the VIP tables. Serving those rich kids and big shots meant I was bringing in a decent living in tips. I never thought that one day, one of the VIPs I was serving would turn out to be Joseph. He would never have frequented an establishment such as this. At least, not while we were married. In fact, back then, if I was ever going to the club on a night out with friends, he would try to persuade me not to. He always said places like this were bad news. Of course, whenever to tried to stop me, I would insult and belittle him, until he gave in and left. He always seemed so innocent and naive. Yet here he was now. It was almost as if his meek and obedient nature had all been an elaborate ruse. He was staring at me in silence. The condescension in his gaze made me want to run and hide. If I'd have known he would be here tonight, I'd have swapped tables with one of the other staff. Just as I was hoping for the earth to swallow me up, a cacophony of wolf whistles caught my attention. As I looked around to see where they were coming from, I realized that everyone at the table with Joseph was one of my brother's erstwhile friends. Fair-weather would be a nice way to describe them. Now that Joseph was rich, these fawning hangers-on had flocked to him instead. They knew all about how I'd treated him, and now, as if to curry favor, they were making sure to humiliate me in turn. I could see it would be best to leave. Just as I was about to take my tray of drinks and go, a male voice piped up. Chapter 3 "Hey! Aren't you Anna? Joseph's wife? What's wrong? Feeling shy? Come have a drink. "Hold on a second ... Why are you wearing that uniform?" As soon as he finished speaking, the table erupted in laughter. I gripped the sides of my drinks tray and took a deep breath. What choice did I have? They'd already seen me, and they were going to have their fun no matter what I did. It's not like I could escape now. Who knew, maybe I could even get a few tips from them if I weathered the storm. My family's creditors weren't going anywhere. My father was still proclaiming daily how he didn't want to go on living, my mother was a one-woman waterworks, and my brother was running himself ragged as a delivery driver. Now wasn't the time for clinging on to hollow pride. I walked back over to their table, working hard to force a smile. I put on my best attempt at a jaunty voice and said, "What a coincidence. I didn't expect to see you all here. We're all friends; if you're happy with the service, feel free to leave a little something extra." "Ha ha ha." I was greeted by scoffs and sneers from the man who had called me over. I remembered his face. Back when my family had money, he was always following us around like a star-struck sycophant. Now that we had fallen on hard times, we were suddenly beneath him. I felt a strong urge to reach out and slap his grinning face. But now wasn't the time for self-indulgence. Money was more important. So, I stood there smiling politely and said nothing. This manโ€”Phil, I think his name wasโ€”suddenly leaned across and put his face close to mine. With an obvious air of smug satisfaction, he jeered, "Look what we have here. Is this the same arrogant Anna, scion of the great Tate family? Not so high and mighty now your parents' money's all gone." The table erupted into mocking laughter once more. Will, another of my brother's old friends, joined in. "If you want a little something extra, then you'll have to work for it. You should know what kind of service people want in a place like this. Why not pull down that dress and give us a sneak peek of what's on offer?" My hands gripped the drinks tray so hard my knuckles went white. I looked over at Joseph. He was sitting there, completely unsympathetic to my plight. I lowered my gaze and placed the drinks tray carefully on the table. Forcing a smile, I said, "Please don't misunderstand. I'm here to serve drinks. We all used to get along once. If you want something to drink, it would be my pleasure to help". "Ha! Have things really got that bad for the illustrious Tates?" Phil dismissively threw his card down on the table, before saying, almost magnanimously, "There's 3,000 on that card. Get on all fours and bark like a dog and you can have it all." Another wave of cruel laughter washed over the table. The commotion had drawn the attention of a few people from the surrounding tables. I felt like a thousand eyes were on me. Two of those eyes belonged to Joseph. He was staring at me impassively, his expression hard to read. I stood there, frozen to the spot. Suddenly, Will threw his own card down on the table. "There's 10,000 on that one. Bark like a dog and then spend the night with us and you can have that one too." I stared at him in disbelief. My family may have lost all our moneyโ€”about the only thing these leeches cared aboutโ€”but as far as they were aware, I was still Joseph's wife. I couldn't believe they would dare talk to me like this in front of him. Unless Joseph had already told them about our divorce, but even then, they would have needed some sort of signal from him, otherwise they'd never have the courage to act like this. "What? I thought you needed the money. Now's hardly the time for self-respect." Will was smirking, menacingly. "You won't find a better deal than this anywhere else." He had a point. If my family was ever going to recover, at some point I was going to have to do a few things I wasn't happy about. I stared back at that mocking, moronic face. Just looking at him filled me with revulsion. I picked up the credit card, with its 10,000, and threw it back at Will. "If you want me for a night, then you're going to have to do better than this. Make it a million and I'm all yours." I remembered Will from his days mooching off my brother. He was one of those guys who liked to act the part, but when it came time to pay up, he was as stingy as they came. For him, parting ways with a large amout of money was like cutting off one of his own limbs. Yet now, he was willing to part with 10,000 just to humiliate me. It was hard to imagine what I could have done for him to hate me so much. Was I really that horrible of a person before? "Ha ha ha. Will, you're never going to get what you want being that close-fisted. This is THE Miss Anna Tate. 10,000 is a low-ball offer." The laughter erupted once more. Will's face had turned bright red and he shot me an angry look. "I'm not sure she's even worth that." He said, dismissively. I did my best to ignore him and turned to pick up Phil's card. "So, all I need to do is bark like a dog and this 3,000 is mine?" Phil's mocking expression suddenly turned to one of shock. He clearly never imagined I would take him seriously. I knew full well that Phil was just the same as Will: all bark and no bank account. I could see the unease on his face as he said, "The arrogant Anna Tate, looking down on all of us. Quit joking. There's no way you'd ever put aside your pride and go through with it." He reached over and tried to take his card back. I pulled the card back out of his reach. "Who said I was joking? It's not exactly hard to bark, is it? A few quick woofs and I make 3,000. Sounds like a good bit of business to me." Panic spread across Phil's stricken face. He stared at the card in my hand, desperate to take it back. Will's face had returned to its normal color. "Hurry up and bark then. I want to see how convincingly you beg." All of my pride was gone. All I could think of was the creditors knocking at our door, my parents' despair, and my brother wearing himself thin working for pennies. I took a deep breath, cleared my head, and said, "Okay." But just as I was getting down on all fours, a pair of hands lifted me back up. I looked around in surprise to find Joseph firmly grasping my elbows. My heart jumped. "Get out." His voice was soft but all of my brother's old friends heard him clearly. They all stood up from the table and headed outside. As Phil walked past, he grabbed the credit card from my hand, a grim look on his face. Joseph's eyes bored into me. "Is your family really that broke?" I extricated myself from his grasp and took a step back. "I think you're very clear on what our situation is like, Mr. Hertz." Our family's fall from grace was big news across the city. Everyone and their dog knew what dire straits we were in. There was no way Joseph wasn't already acutely aware. "Mr. Hertz?" He seemed amused, yet his gaze darkened. I had no idea what was going through his mind right then. To be honest, I just wanted him to leave. I waved towards the drinks tray, which was still sitting on the table. "If you're satisfied with my service, please feel free to leave a tip." Joseph continued to stare at me in silence, his gaze deep and impenetrable. I wasn't really hoping for a tip. I just wanted to find a way to end our conversation. I forced another smile and turned to leave. Joseph suddenly called out, "I'll give you a million." I froze, hardly believing my ears. I turned back to face him. "What did you say?" He took a step forward. Our faces were now only inches apart. He stared into my eyes. "I'll give you a million ... but you have to spend the night with me." Chapter 4 My lips quivered with barely suppressed rage. I wanted to scream at him. But this wasn't the Joseph from my marriage. He was rich now, and powerful. I swallowed my anger and replied curtly, "Joseph, please don't joke with me like this. I have work to do." "It's the same offer you gave to Will. Why not leave it open to me?" Joseph said quietly, his voice cold. I frowned. "That was hardly an offer. He was never going to accept it." "You told him that if he gave you 1,000,000, you'd spend the night with him. Well, I have a million, so why won't you spend the night with me?" I couldn't help but drop my smile. I had only given Will that "offer" because I knew he didn't have a million to give me. Did Joseph really think I was being serious? He walked over to me. He said, "Your family is in dire straits. All you need to do is spend one night with me and 1,000,000 could be yours." My hands tightened with fury. I understood exactly why he was doing this. To humiliate me. I did my best to control the emotion in my voice as I smiled at him coldly. "So, now you have money you think you're suddenly above me? It's true, my family is broke, but I'm not about to stoop so low as to trade my body!" Having said all I needed to, I turned around and hurried away. My eyes were already wet with tears. A tide of complex emotions swelled up inside me. With my brothers' old friends, it didn't matter how much they insulted me, I couldn't care less. But with Joseph, it was different. His humiliation filled me with pain and sadness. I hurried to the club's entrance hall where I was shocked to find my brother. He was dressed in his delivery driver's uniform and was surrounded by his old "friends". For the sake of a couple of notes, he was kneeling on the floor before them. At that moment, my remaining pride and self-respect crumbled to nothing. I bit my lip, tears streaming from my eyes. To make a little money, my brother was willing to reduce himself to this, while I was too proud to face up to Joseph's insult and make our family a million. I turned around and ran up the stairs I had just come down, praying that Joseph was still there. I sprinted back to his table to find him still sitting there. It was almost as if he knew I would come crawling back. There was a smile plastered on his face. I tried to compose myself as I approached him. "You must really hate me for how I treated you before." Without waiting for him to respond, I went on, "Fine. As long as you help my family pay off their debts, you can humiliate me any way you want, for as long as you please." Joseph lowered his gaze to his glass. He smiled even wider. "You'd be willing to be my mistress?" I took a deep breath. "Yes." He'd got rid of me as his wife, to replace me with his sweetheart, but he still wanted to keep me as his mistress. The shame was almost too much to bear. The next day, my father returned home visibly excited. He told us that our debts had all been repaid. My mother cried tears of joy as she asked my father how this had happened. He told her that Joseph had come to his senses and stepped in to help us. He had even bought us a home to live in. Suddenly, Joseph had become an angel in my mother's eyes. How he must love me to help us so much. All I could do was force a smile and bite my tongue. That afternoon, Joseph sent his driver to pick me up. My parents had no reason to be suspicious; as far as they knew, I was still his wife. To them, I was on my way to spend a happy evening with my husband, not to be used as a toy for his carnal gratification. Joseph was now living in the villa that had once belonged to my family. Not much had changed; our old servants and staff were now his. Servants are expected to follow their master, and ours had joined in more than a few times with our humiliation of Joseph. The fact that he had kept them on after taking ownership of the villa showed how magnanimous he could be. I just wondered if that magnanimity would extend to his treatment of me. Thinking back to his demeanor at the nightclub, I somehow doubted it. Our former servants and I were two different cases. At worst, they'd merely been unkind to him in passing. But I had berated him, hit him, thrown things at him, and humiliated him in front of others. Recalling my past treatment of Joseph left me feeling uncomfortable. If I'd have known that one day our roles would be reversed, I'd have been a lot nicer to him from the start. Poppy, our old maid, led me to his door. "Master Joseph asked you to wait for him here. Also ... " She paused, as though uncomfortable with what she had been asked to say. "He asked that you wash yourself before his return." My heart sank. Clearly, both of us could see what he wanted from me. But what other choice did I have? I'd already agreed to be his mistress. I was well aware that I was giving up my dignity. Joseph's room was the very same bedroom we had shared while we were married. Yet now, it felt very different. Before, there had been a mat on the floor by the side of the bed. That was where Joseph had slept while I looked down on him from my bed on high, making sure to remind him of his place. That mat was no longer here. Neither was my high and mighty feeling of superiority. Another thing that was missing was my husband's meek and obedient facade. The past is the past, I reminded myself, as I entered the bathroom with a heavy heart and turned on the shower. After getting clean, I laid down on the bed to await Joseph's return. I'd signed on to be his mistress, so I might as well play the part. Things had certainly changed since the last time I was here, but lying on that bed, I thought to myself that it could have been a lot worse. My family's debts, at the very least, had been paid off. My parents could rest easy. My brother would no longer have to work himself to the bone or prostrate himself at the feet of false friends. All of these things came as a comfort to me. I had no idea when Joseph would return. Tired out from the last few days of working and worrying, I soon fell asleep. When I awoke, there seemed to be a great weight pressing down on me. As my senses gradually returned, I realized that Joseph was on top of me. What's more, his hands were moving underneath my clothes. "How ... How dare you!" Without thinking, I raised my hands to push him off. But before I knew it, he had grabbed hold of my wrists and forced them down. "Even now, your pampered temper's still intact." He jeered at me. I gazed around at the familiar room and then at the familiar man before me. It took me a while to fully remember where I was. This bedroom we were in was now his, and I was nothing more than his mistress. My arms went limp, I meekly let out a soft apology, "I'm sorry". He laughed, standing up and heading towards the bathroom. As he cleaned himself, I wrung my hands nervously. Before all this, once I had begun to have feelings for him, the thought of his touch on my body had not been an unpleasant one. But this was different. There was nothing mutual or respectful about our current situation. This was simply possession and revenge. In such circumstances, the thought of what was to come was horrifying, but I had nowhere to run. After what seemed like an age, he finally emerged from the bathroom. The sound of the door opening once more was almost more than my frayed nerves could take. 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Yes 2024-11-23 15:12 active 1910 0 ๐Ÿ”žAttention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐Ÿ‘‰ As the daughter of Alpha, I have been abused by my brother Alpha Trey and the pack, all because of an unforgivable mistake I made at 6. Ouch! Beta Kyle rudely kicks me to the floor in front of the office door and yells, โ€œUseless Stupid Wolf! Clean the office asap! Our guest, Alpha Dane will be arriving soon!โ€ Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didnโ€™t mess around and he had the largest pack. โ€œHe is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!โ€ Beta Kyle continues. He digs his nails into my thinning skin before he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean back against it, observing the already clean office. There was nothing out of place, it looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned 18, I could finally escape, but 4 years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. โ€œUhheemโ€ Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that donโ€™t quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. โ€œIs this the way you greet all Alphaโ€™s?โ€ His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. โ€œIโ€™m sorry.โ€ I whisper, getting to my feet. โ€œIโ€ฆI thought I was alone.โ€ I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. โ€œCome forward.โ€ He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey was going to kill me. I step around the corner, doing as Iโ€™m told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. โ€œYou smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?โ€ I nod, though I couldnโ€™t tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. โ€œI would prefer it if you spoke to me.โ€ He growls, โ€œIโ€™m not in the mood to play games.โ€ โ€œYes.โ€ I whisper. I couldnโ€™t help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? โ€œWhy do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me.โ€ โ€œIโ€ฆโ€ I hated the question. โ€œSpit it out, I havenโ€™t got all day!โ€ His deep voice sends a shiver through me, โ€œYou should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. Itโ€™s rude to not look at them.โ€ Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact. โ€œMy Wolf abilities were bound,โ€ I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasnโ€™t interested in that part. He leans forward, carefully placing his glass on the small table next to the chair. I could feel him staring at me, โ€œWhy would someone do that?โ€ If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. โ€œIt was a punishment.โ€ I whisper. It wasnโ€™t far from the entire truth but it was the simplest answer I could give. Thereโ€™s a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldnโ€™t tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me โ€œNeah, what the fuck are you doing in my office?โ€ He turns to the crimson eyed man. โ€œI am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane.โ€ Crap, it was him. My brother spins around, his hand stretching out to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. โ€œI wouldnโ€™t do that if I were you.โ€ Alpha Daneโ€™s voice rumbles through the room. Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He was taller than my brother, more muscly too. โ€œNeah,โ€ My name rolls off of his tongue, โ€œwas kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested. I was lucky someone was present, at least someone understands the importance of this deal.โ€ What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. I was going to pay for this later. I would have to try and steal some food. โ€œGet out now!โ€ Alpha Trey seethes. I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. I try to keep myself busy to stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace is short-lived when I hear my brother calling out for champagne and some glasses. Quickly finding what he asked for, I bow my head as I re-enter the office. I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move; even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one has ever watched me this closely. Approaching the small table by Alpha Danes chair, I start to fill the glasses. He takes the champagne bottle from me, telling me he is more than capable of filling his own glass. I feel my cheeks flame, not from embarrassment, but because I knew that I would be punished for this. I should have been quicker. I should have filled the glasses before entering the office. I should haveโ€ฆ. My brain freezes when I see my brother glaring at me. โ€œNeah is your sister, correct?โ€ Alpha Dane questions my brother. โ€œShe is.โ€ Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. โ€œWhy do you treat her like shit?โ€ Straight to the point, my brother wouldnโ€™t like that. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didnโ€™t know what to do. I couldnโ€™t move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. โ€œShe's an unforgiven murderer.โ€ Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. โ€œMurdered who?โ€ Alpha Daneโ€™s voice rumbles through me. 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Yes 2024-11-23 15:12 active 1910 0 ๐Ÿ”žAttention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐Ÿ‘‰ At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before herโ€”her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she wonโ€™t be a concubine. Sheโ€™ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that sheโ€™s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I donโ€™t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wifeโ€™s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "Sheโ€™s unlike any woman Iโ€™ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, sheโ€™s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estateโ€™s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasnโ€™t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, sheโ€™s different from any woman you know. As a general, sheโ€™s above household squabbles and wouldnโ€™t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "Thatโ€™s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "Itโ€™s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, Iโ€™ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Donโ€™t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. โ€œWhy put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.โ€ โ€œOh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?โ€ Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren familyโ€™s life respectable, and this was her reward. โ€œEnough,โ€ Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. โ€œIโ€™ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion wonโ€™t change anything.โ€ As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. โ€œMy lady, my lord has really crossed the line!โ€ Lulu, Carissaโ€™s maid, said, wiping her tears. โ€œDonโ€™t call him that!โ€ Carissa gave her a stern look. โ€œWe never consummated the marriage. Heโ€™s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.โ€ โ€œWhy the dowry list?โ€ Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. โ€œSilly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.โ€ Lulu gasped. โ€œLeave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?โ€ Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered โ€” assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her familyโ€™s former glory seemed impossibleโ€”at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren familyโ€™s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. โ€œLulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.โ€ ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissaโ€™s arrival to the king three times. โ€œYour Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,โ€ he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. โ€œI canโ€™t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.โ€ โ€œThe guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. Sheโ€™s been standing there for over an hour without moving.โ€ Salvador felt a pang of guilt. โ€œBarrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didnโ€™t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.โ€ โ€œYour Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,โ€ Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. โ€œAlright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, Iโ€™ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,โ€ said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. โ€œAs always, you're wise, Your Majesty!โ€ ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. 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No 2024-11-23 15:12 active 1910 0 Read more FREE chapters๐Ÿ‘‰ This wasnโ€™t the first time I received photos of Owen cheating on me. The blonde hair and slender build of the woman kissing him reminded me of my best friend Josie. Could it beโ€ฆ? No, she would never do that to me! With trembling fingers, I dropped my phone. How could my husband cheat on me?! I thought I was the most important person in his life. After 7 horrible years at the orphanage, I was adopted by Owenโ€™s family. I saved Owen's life when we were young. His family was so grateful that they took me in. How could Owen betray me after everything we went through?! We grew up together and were always inseparable. We fell in love and got married when we were 22 years old. I canโ€™t believe that was almost 3 years ago now. But Owen had been acting very strange lately. These photos seemed to explain whyโ€ฆ I had to confront him. โ€œOwen?โ€ I called out. โ€œOwen, where are you?โ€ He didn't answer. He must be upstairs. I walked up the stairs and heard him talking to his friend Simon on the phone. As I was about to knock on the door, I overheard: โ€œNo, I donโ€™t think I love her anymore.โ€ His words gave me icy chills. โ€œYou should be happy, Simon. I know you like Noah. If we get a divorce, you can have her.โ€ Owen continued. โ€œHe said...what?โ€ I couldnโ€™t believe my ears and cried in my heart, โ€œHow dare he talk about me like that? I wasn't just some object he could give away! โ€ Hearing Owenโ€™s frivolous talk with his friend, I felt sick. I grew up with him and got married for so many years. But he recently acted like a stranger. Did he have a new love? Why did he treat me in such a cruel way?! I was almost to open the door to question him, but suddenly I hesitated, โ€œQuestion him and then what? Do I want divorce? No, I donโ€™t think so. Anyway, I have to calm down. At least I need to have a talk with him first. I need to know what happened to our marriage.โ€ So, I quietly made my way back downstairs. I tried to forget about what I heard by preparing dinner. As I was dishing up our pasta, the delightful scent of italian herbs drifted through the house. I heard Owen come downstairs. โ€œJust in time for your dinner, hun!โ€ I said, trying to sound normal. But he was wearing his coat and gelled hair. He looked handsome as ever and ready to leave. I could smell his aftershave - my favorite smell in the world. โ€œWhere are you going? Itโ€™s getting late and dinner is ready.โ€ I said. โ€œDinner with a client. Donโ€™t wait for me.โ€ Owen replied and left without hesitation. I sat alone at the table, looking at the food Iโ€™d carefully prepared for him. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I listlessly turned the spaghetti round and round with my fork. I wasnโ€™t hungry. After storing away the leftovers, I stared at the TV for a while. Nothing could get my mind off of Owen and whoever that blonde tramp was. I made my way to the bathroom. I washed my mascara stained face and looked at myself in the mirror. Why did he stop loving me? Am I not beautiful enough? Did I not do enough to make him happy? I gave my body a scrutinizing glance, suddenly seeing all the parts of me that werenโ€™t perfect. My belly wasnโ€™t as flat as it used to be. Maybe I shouldโ€™ve had my lips done, like my friend Josie. Mine always used to be fuller than hers. But now she had the plump, luscious lips of a model. After washing up, I went to bed. Dropping my face into my pillow, I felt miserable. I tried to fall asleep, but my mind kept wandering. Where was Owen? And with who? Will he even come home tonight? At 1 am, I finally heard the key turn in the front door. From all the stumbling I could hear Owen was very drunk. I swiftly made my way downstairs to help him to the bedroom. He started kissing me and said a blurry name. I tried to identify what it was. After he repeated it many times, I was shocked. It sounded like... โ€œJoiseโ€! โ€œJosieโ€ฆ? Were you with Josie?โ€ I asked with panic in my voice. I helped his heavy body into bed. He grunted some words I couldnโ€™t understand. I couldnโ€™t believe my husband cheated on me with my best friend. I cried and pleaded with him to see that it was me, not Josie. He pushed me away. As his head hit the pillow, he started snoring right away. Looking at my husband - completely drunk - I didnโ€™t recognize the man I knew and loved. I tried to sleep next to him. But it felt like I was lying next to a stranger. I went downstairs and sat on the sofa all night, wide eyed, thinking about what happened between us. The next morning, Owen came downstairs after a shower. I wanted to ask him how he was feeling. He must be hungover. When I got up from the couch, I felt very weak and feverish. The sleepless night must've made me sick. โ€œOwen, are you OK?โ€ I asked as I struggled to walk over to him. I really wanted to hug him. If only for a sense of comfort. He swept my arms away and told me to leave him alone. I was so weak and dizzy, his push made me fall. Owen was stunned for a moment. Then he said coldly, โ€œIf youโ€™re sick, go see a doctor.โ€ I scrambled up to my feet, and looked at him with a shocked expression. Suddenly, his phone rang. As he lifted it to his ear, the screen lit up. I could clearly see who was calling: โ€œJosieโ€. Chapter 2 - Hope Noah My heart sank when Owen picked up the phone. The screen clearly said โ€œJosieโ€. He answered: โ€œHello? Yes, of course, sir. I can take a look at those documents for you.โ€ I couldn't believe Owen was lying to my face. He glanced at me, then quickly walked over to the kitchen. When he thought I couldn't hear him, his voice softened. He sounded so sweet. Although I couldnโ€™t hear his words, the way he spoke to Josie reminded me of the beginning of our romance. Owen was still trying to hide his betrayal from me. He must have forgotten that he gave away his secret last night, when he called me Josie. Those pictures on my phone left no doubt. He was cheating on me, with my best friend. I leaned up against the wall. I felt weakened by my fever and this emotional rollercoaster. I stared at my husband as he came back inside the living room. He avoided my eyes. It felt as if he had become a stranger. In the past, he wouldโ€™ve never let me suffer like this. โ€œIโ€™ll pick you up later.โ€ Owen said, ready to go. I grabbed his hand and begged him to stay with me. โ€œPlease, donโ€™t leave. I'm sick, Owen. I need to see a doctor. Iโ€™m too weak to be all by myself.โ€ He was very impatient. He said he had some important business to deal with. I couldnโ€™t help crying as I watched him leave. My husband and my best friend were betraying me, behind my back. I walked up the stairs slowly, carefully holding on to the railing. I was so weak and fragile. Bed rest was my best option right now. I really needed my husband to take care of me. When we got married, he vowed to me: โ€œIn sickness and in health, in good times and badโ€. This was definitely a bad time, and he was nowhere to be seen. When I woke up from my nap, I felt even worse. In my feverish haze, I reached for my phone and tried to call Owen. I opened my recent contacts and found that Owen had not had any calls with me these days at all. I had to open the contact list to look for him, but a few minutes later I dialed out with a headache and dizziness. Almost immediately I heard: โ€œHello, Noah?โ€ The voice on the phone sounded very deep. I figured Owen got a cold after his late night out. โ€œIโ€™m so sick, Iโ€™m so weak. I need to get to the hospital. Please, come back, pleaseโ€ฆโ€ I pleaded, my voice weak and trembling. โ€œIโ€™ll be right there.โ€ Said the voice on the phone and hung up right away. His voice sounded different from before. And his tone was a little urgent. Whatโ€™s wrong? I didnโ€™t have enough energy to think about it. At least he might still care about me. That comforted me a lot. Before long, there was a heavy knock on the door. Did Owen leave his key? I opened the door, expecting to look into Owen's gray eyes, but found Raymond's kind, hazel brown eyes instead. What was he doing here? Raymond was Owenโ€™s uncle. He was only several years older, but very mature. He was tall, tanned and handsome. His chocolate brown hair matched his eyes. With his strong, square jaw and muscular body. I always thought Owen was one of the most attractive men I knew. It wasn't until Raymondโ€™s appearance that I realized how dominant the handsome genes are in this family in terms of good looking. After living in Australia for most of his life, he had come back several years ago to take over his familyโ€™s business. By now, he was the most successful CEO in the city. Although all women admired him, he remained single. โ€œDoes Owen know youโ€™re sick?โ€ Raymond said, looking concerned. โ€œHow did you know I'm sick? Do I look that terrible?โ€ I asked, suddenly aware that I was only wearing my little nightgown, had no make-up on and had my hair up in a messy bun. Raymond smiled. โ€œDon't worry, Noah. I got your call earlier.โ€ Oops, I must have pressed the number of โ€œOwenโ€™s Bossโ€ instead of โ€œOwenโ€. I apologized for the inconvenience. โ€œYou are a member of our family, Noah. Itโ€™s my duty to take care of you. And you are never an inconvenience to me.โ€ Raymond said as he took me by the arm to support me. He led me to his streamlined, dark gray Mercedes to drive me to the hospital. I sat down on the cream colored leather seat. His car smelled brand new. The seat was heated, which helped warm me up, but I was still shivering. Raymond took off his suede blazer and handed it to me. His simple act of kindness made me feel warm, inside and out. โ€œThank you, Raymond. This means a lot to me.โ€ I said with a relieved sigh. โ€œOf course, Noah. Whenever you need me, Iโ€™ll be there.โ€ He responded. He still had a slight Australian accent. He asked me what happened. I wouldnโ€™t have shared my familyโ€™s private problems with another man who I didnโ€™t even know very well. But at that time, I was on the very edge of a breakdown. I really needed someone to talk to. Yet when I lost two of my closest persons on the same day, my husband and my best friend, who else could I talk to? โ€œI donโ€™t think Owen loves me as much as before. It seems that he has some secrets with another woman, who used to be my best girlfriend. I couldn't sleep all night. I think that's what caused my fever.โ€ I concluded. I was in tears again by the time I finished the story. โ€œHow could they do this to you? You are the best thing that's ever happened to Owen. If he can't see that, he is an even bigger idiot than I thought!โ€ Raymond shouted out. His shocked, angry expression showed me how much he cared. โ€œPlease, don't say a word about this to Owen. I haven't confronted him yet. I need to do this myself.โ€ I responded. We sat quietly for a while, his hand resting very close to my thigh. I felt so weak and miserable. But his presence helped. When seeing the private doctor, I tried to get out of the car but almost fell. Raymond flung an arm around me, just in time to catch me. I blushed as I looked up to him. My face was very close to his. His piercing eyes looked at me with an intensity I hadnโ€™t seen before. I smelled something fresh. It might be his aftershave. I remembered Owen also used it, and I always told he that I love what he smelled. But I found Raymondโ€™s aftershave smelled a little special. โ€œRaymond? Noah? What are you doing?!โ€ I suddenly heard Owenโ€™s angry voice. Chapter 3 - Truth Noah Raymond quickly let go of me as Owen approached us. Just before taking a step back. I stumbled over to my husband. I wanted to lean on him for support, but he didnโ€™t seem to care about me at all. All I could read on his face was anger. I tried to be strong and stand by myself, shivering with fever. โ€œSo, youโ€™ve got a new love, huh? I saw you flirting with my uncle!โ€ Owen spat his angry words at me. I turned pale. How could he say this to me? Especially after what he had done? I wasnโ€™t the one who couldnโ€™t be trusted! โ€œOwen! How dare you talk to her like that! Itโ€™s not our familyโ€™s manner!โ€ Raymond berated him. He was fuming with rage at the injustice. He also knew about Owen's betrayal. Owen was a little timid when Raymond got angry. Although Raymond was only 31 years old, he had become a successful CEO. He had idolized Raymond when he was a child. And now, Raymond was also his boss. Owen had recently started working at his company. Raymondโ€™s fists were clenched and his tense muscles were visible through his buttoned up shirt. He looked like he was about to hit Owen. I didnโ€™t want them to fight over me, so I tried to calm them both down. โ€œRaymond, itโ€™s okay. Owen will take me in to see a doctor. Thank you for driving me here.โ€ I said gratefully. โ€˜Please, donโ€™t say anything about Josieโ€™, I tried to tell him mentally through the look in my eyes. He nodded slightly, as if he understood. He relaxed and his eyes softened when he looked at me. I turned back to my angry husband. I couldnโ€™t detect any sign of trust in his eyes. I supposed he should be concerned about my health rather than the relationship between me and Raymond. โ€œOwen, I can explain. I tried to call you, but I was so sick I accidentally dialed Raymondโ€™s number. He brought me to see the doctor. You should be grateful to him. Without him I would still be miserable in bed, all alone.โ€ Owen grabbed me and said, โ€œWell, I was just on my way to come and get you. Then I saw you get out of uncle Raymond's car and โ€˜fallโ€™ right into his arms.โ€ He looked at Raymond with an arrogant smirk. โ€œYou can go back to your important job now, uncle. Iโ€™ll look after my wife.โ€ Raymondโ€™s eyes were cold, but he respected my wishes. He didn't object. After warning Owen that heโ€™d better take good care of me, he got back in his car and drove off. Although I was glad I could lean on Owen, something didn't feel right. I realized I was still wearing his suede jacket. It was so soft and warm, protecting me from the cold autumn wind. When the doctor dealt with my fever, Owen didnโ€™t want to speak to me, let alone look at me. He was engaging himself in typing on his phone. The doctor told me I shouldn't have waited much longer. My fever was so high I could have fainted. After getting examined and taking medicine for my fever, Owen drove me home. We sat next to each other in our car that held many memories. All our road trips and getaways together. Those times were over now. After an uncomfortable silence, I decided to address the elephant in the room. โ€œOwenโ€ฆ What is going on? Do you still love me? Do you still regard me as your wife?โ€ I asked. โ€œSo what? Whose wife do you want to be?โ€ Owen hissed. I couldn't believe how horrible he was to me after what he had done. โ€œI know you cheated on me, Owen.โ€ I uttered with pain in my voice. โ€œYouโ€™ve been seeing Josie, right?โ€ Owen stopped the car with a jerk and pulled over. We sat in silence for a while as he processed my words. โ€œWhat do you know, Noah?โ€ he pressed, looking me in the eyes at last. I finally confronted him about all the things that had been weighing heavily on my heart. I explained: โ€œSomeone sent me photos of the two of you together. The first time, they didn't show your face. So I didnโ€™t want to believe it. But in the ones I received yesterday, it was clearly you. All those nights, when you told me you had to leave town for business... You lied to me. You spent them at a hotel with another woman! Then, last night, you kissed me and called me Josie. And this morning, I saw it was her calling you. You pretended it was a client. โ€œOwen, we have grown up together since we were kids. I always thought we knew each other the most and could trust each other. I canโ€™t believe you would cheat me like that!โ€ I cried, โ€œOwen, did you fall in love with another woman... Is she my best friend Josie?!โ€ His eyes showed a moment of doubt. Then, resolution. His mouth tightened as he clenched his jaw. Just when I thought he wouldnโ€™t answer, Owen said: โ€œItโ€™s true. I love her. I love Josie.โ€ Chapter 4 - Hurt Noah I just couldn't accept it. I loved him so much. How could he cheat on me? โ€œWhy, Owen? I thought we loved each other. I thought we would be together forever. Did I do something wrong?โ€ I cried. Owen didn't respond. He drove us home in silence. His cruelty was too much for me to bear. I stared at the raindrops on the window. I felt more depressed than ever. That afternoon, Owen left again. I tried having some food and a nap, hoping that would help me heal. But I just couldn't fall asleep until Owen came back home in the early evening. I had to talk to him. I got out of bed and met him at the top of the stairs. โ€œOwen, we need to talk about what happened. You can't keep going out and avoiding me.โ€ He was obviously drunk again. All he said was, โ€œI donโ€™t have anything to say to you. I am moving out, Noah. I supposed our years of marriage is a mistake!โ€ I took his hands in mine and begged him to stay and try to work it out. But he shook off my hands and pushed me away. I was standing right on the edge of the staircase. His push made me lose balance, and I tumbled down the stairs. I managed to grab onto the railing so I didnโ€™t fall all the way down. But my head hit the wall when I tried to break my fall. I felt my forehead was bleeding. It was so painful that I couldnโ€™t get up. I thought Owen would help me, but only heard: โ€œYou lost your footing. Itโ€™s not my fault.โ€ There was a sudden knock on the door. Owen stumbled past me down the stairs. โ€œRaymond? What are you doing here? Now is not a good time.โ€ โ€œI came to ask you what is going on. You need to give me an explanation. You havenโ€™t โ€ฆ Noah?โ€ Raymond suddenly saw me sitting on the stairs behind Owen. He pushed Owen aside and ran over to me in alarm. Seeing my messy hair and injured forehead, he instantly knew what happened between us. He punched Owen in the face. โ€œThis is how you treat your wife?! I donโ€™t believe you. Donโ€™t you see Noah is bleeding? Did you hurt her? What a disgusting thing you smelled! You drunk idiot!โ€ Raymond raged at his nephew. I didnโ€™t even have time to explain. Raymond immediately wrapped me up in his suit jacket and took me to see the doctor. โ€œTwice in one day? That must be a record.โ€ The doctor said wearily. I gave her a wry grin and answered, โ€œNot by choiceโ€ฆโ€ The doctor took care of my wounds. I needed a couple of stitches and had some pretty bad bruises, but I would be okay. Thankfully, I didn't break any bones. It was getting dark outside. The autumn breeze was busy blowing the leaves off the maple trees surrounding the hospital parking lot. Raymond and I made our way back to the car. Our feet rustled through the thick carpet of yellow, brown and scarlet red leaves. After my second - and hopefully last - doctor's visit of the day, we sat next to each other in silence. We were back in his beautiful Mercedes. I could get used to these comfortable, heated seats. I felt a bit embarrassed. Raymond kept on having to save me. At least this time, I was wearing clothes and make-up, and my brown hair was neatly tied in a long, wavy ponytail. โ€œI donโ€™t normally need so much help, you know.โ€ I broke the ice. โ€œI happen to be a strong, independent woman most of the time.โ€ Raymond laughed heartily. โ€œJokes aside, I'm really grateful for everything you've done for me.โ€ I continued. โ€œWhy did you come over tonight, Raymond?โ€ โ€œOwen hadnโ€™t come to work at the company for days. And I wanted to speak to him about what happened this morning, with you. I tried to call him, but he never answered. I decided to come over. To see for myself what was wrong with him.โ€ Raymond explained. โ€œI just canโ€™t believe what he did to you!โ€ He continued. โ€œIf he ever does anything like that again, please tell me. Iโ€™ll teach him a lesson.โ€ His stern face showed how much he meant it. I took a deep breath. He had a way of making me feel safe and secure. โ€œThank you, Raymond. Iโ€™m okay now. It was an accident. Owen didnโ€™t push me off the stairs on purpose. He didnโ€™t mean to hurt me.โ€ I explained. Raymond looked a little angry, but he still carefully drove me home. โ€œGoodbye, Raymond. Thank you again, for everything.โ€ I said with feeling as he hugged me. โ€œBye, Noah. Itโ€™s been my pleasure. Please be safe. Call me if you need anything.โ€ He said. He gently patted me on my head as comfort as if I was a little girl and got back in his car. His simple actions made me feel warm. I thanked him and walked home. I entered the house. It was quiet and dark downstairs. I walked up to our room. When I opened our bedroom door, all I could see was Owen and Josie kissing on the bed. Chapter 5 - The Necklace Noah I couldnโ€™t believe my eyes! While the hours I was leaving, my husband was screwing with my best friend in my room! Didnโ€™t he remember I got hurt because of him?! How ridiculous! Even though I had seen Owen and Josieโ€™s betrayal before in photos, witnessing it in real life was way worse. It felt like a million knives stabbed me in the chest. My heart shattered. โ€œHow dare you cheat on me in our home! In our own bed, for Godโ€™s sake!โ€ I cried out. They hadnโ€™t heard me open the bedroom door over the romantic music that was playing. They turned around with shocked looks on their faces. If I wasnโ€™t so devastated, it mightโ€™ve been funny. Owen's mouth had lipstick smears all over it, and Josieโ€™s blonde hair was disheveled. They were both in their underwear. Clothes were spread out all over our bedroom floor. I tried to hold back my tears. I didn't want to show them my pain. My crying might come across as weakness. I demanded an explanation. โ€œI donโ€™t believe this. Owen! Did you forget I am your wife?! Josie, why did you betray me too?! I treat you as my best friend. How dare you take my husband away from me!โ€ I insisted. Josie hid away in Owenโ€™s arms. Owen comforted her gently, then snapped at me: โ€œYouโ€™ve already seen us together anyway, haven't you, Noah?โ€ โ€œI am done with you.โ€ He continued. โ€œOur whole relationship was based on a lie. Josie shouldโ€™ve been with me all along!โ€ I didnโ€™t understand. โ€œWhat are you talking about, Owen?โ€ He held up a delicate golden necklace with a tear shaped ruby that had been resting on Josieโ€™s collarbone. โ€œRemember this, Noah? The truth has finally come out. It was Josie who saved my life all those years ago, not you. You pretended that it was you in front of my parents. Youโ€™ve made her suffer long enough!โ€ I was shocked. Why did Josie have my necklace? I couldn't believe her betrayal. I tried to explain to Owen that I lost that necklace before I was adopted by his family. I told him I would never lie to him. Especially about something so important. But Owen didnโ€™t believe me. โ€œJosie,โ€ I cried. โ€œHow could you do this to me? Why would you steal my necklace? You know how much it means to me! Weโ€™ve been best friends since the orphanage, havenโ€™t we? Does that mean nothing to you?โ€ โ€œNoah, you know this necklace has always belonged to me. I was the one who saved Owen. But you stole my life to be adopted,โ€Josie played innocent with me, โ€œI should have been the one who grew up with Owen! I see you as my sister, so I never attempted to reveal your lie until Owen found this necklace in my old jewelry box several months ago.โ€ This convinced Owen even more that I had been bullying her. He wrapped his arms around her. Over his shoulder, when he couldnโ€™t see, Josie gave me a quick, mean smirk. I knew Josie had a mean side. She always had, even when we were kids. But so far, she had only taken it out on her boyfriends and whoever got on her bad side, not on me. I never thought she might treat me in such a mean way! I had searched everywhere but couldn't find my necklace. It turned out that she was the thief who was always around me. How could she tell such outrageous lies as if it were natural๏ผŸ I left the bedroom, rushed downstairs and broke down on the couch. Oh, what a nightmare! How could I make Owen see the truth? A little later, Owen and Josie came downstairs, all dressed up again. Josie was wearing her Prada pumps and the sleek, mint green dress I gifted her for her birthday. It accentuated her long legs and slender silhouette. I had to admit, she looked beautiful. I used to dress in a simple way such as simple jeans, white blouse and sneakers. Maybe I looked less attractive compared to Josie. Owen had an arm around Josieโ€™s waist and warned me, โ€œYouโ€™d better stay out of our life from now on. Iโ€™ll move to another villa with Josie.โ€ I couldn't believe it. After 3 years of marriage, he trusted her story over mine. And now he wanted nothing to do with me. We used to be happily married. Our whole lives, ever since I saved him, we had been so close. We used to laugh together, cry together, play pranks on each otherโ€ฆ But now, everything changed, simply because of a necklace. In fact, โ€œnecklaceโ€ is just an excuse for his betrayal. I didnโ€™t believe our years of affection couldnโ€™t prove my heart. โ€œNoah, my life was ruined by you. You owe me that.โ€ Josie said. โ€œOne day youโ€™ll both regret this. I didnโ€™t do anything wrong.โ€ I sobbed. As they walked out, I faintly heard Owen reply: โ€œItโ€™s my fault. I should have found you earlier, or you wouldnโ€™t have suffered so much.โ€ I could only guess at his last insult as the door closed behind them. I zoned out in front of the TV and poured myself some of Owenโ€™s whisky. The past couple of days had been the worst of my life ever since I lost my parents. My body and mind had been through so much. I felt numb. I must have fallen asleep on the couch. The sudden loud jingle of my phone ringing woke me up. The bright midmorning sun was shining in through the large windows. Looks like I slept in late. Disoriented, I picked up my phone and saw it was Owen calling. I accepted the call and brought the phone to my ear. Before I could say a word, I heard Owenโ€™s angry shouting: โ€œHow dare you do this to Josie! Those guys you hired? You must pay for what you have done!โ€ Chapter 6 - Choice Noah โ€œWhat?! What guys? I just woke up, Owen. I have no idea what youโ€™re talking about.โ€ I replied to the angry voice on the phone. โ€œMore lies! I canโ€™t believe you, Noah. You're despicable!โ€ Owen shouted. He was so loud, I had to move the phone away from my ear. โ€œOwen, please calm down. All I remember is you leaving with Josie last night. I fell asleep on the couch. What happened?โ€ โ€œJosie is in the hospital because of you. I demand that you come here right now and apologize to her!โ€ He ended the call before I could reply. What was this about? Would my life ever go back to normal? I decided to find out what was going on. My fever was over. Although my head still hurt, the wound was healing rapidly. I took a refreshing shower and got into a pencil skirt and light blue blouse. I combed my hair and decided to wear it in natural loose waves today. After a quick breakfast, I slipped into my high heels and coat, and made my way to my car. It was a crisp sunny day. I arrived at the hospital. At least it wasn't me who needed to see the doctor this time. โ€œOh, itโ€™s our โ€˜old friendโ€™.โ€ The nurse said jokingly. I smiled as she directed me to Josieโ€™s room. As soon as I knocked on the door, Owen opened it with an enraged look on his face. โ€œFinally! That took you long enough.โ€ He whispered angrily. โ€œJosie is sleeping.โ€ He came out and gently closed the door behind him. We walked towards the chairs in the hallway. โ€œI have no idea what happened, Owen.โ€ I said honestly. โ€œCan you please tell me what is going on? Some guys attacked her?โ€ โ€œAre you still pretending you weren't behind this? You are unbelievable.โ€ He shook his head, then continued. โ€œJosie was attacked by some hooligans this morning, on her way to work. She shouted out and fainted from fear. Thankfully, a police officer was nearby. He heard her scream. She has a heavy concussion from the fall. She'll have to stay here a few days to recover.โ€ โ€œWhat? That's horrible!โ€ I replied in shock. Although I was angry with Josie, I wouldn't wish this on anyone. โ€œStop your act now, Noah. Those guys were arrested. They told the police someone paid them to kidnap Josie, because she broke up a marriage.โ€ No wonder he doubted me. But I couldnโ€™t believe the trust between us was so fragile. โ€œWould you believe me if I swore to you it wasn't me?โ€ I asked with a last glimmer of hope. His reply made it clear to me that there was no hope left for us: โ€œNever again will I believe a single word you say, Noah.โ€ I refused to apologize. I didn't have anything to do with this. If anyone needed to stand out and make an apology, it was them for what they had done to me๏ผ On my way out, I contacted a friend who had lots of connections all over the city. I asked her to investigate the situation. I also called the office on my way home, to let them know I was still recovering from my fever and head wound. My boss was understanding. She told me to take as long as I needed. In the evening, Owen came home just as I was about to have dinner. โ€œI didnโ€™t prepare your dinner. I guess you would have dinner with Josie?โ€ I said plainly. I didnโ€™t know why he came back at this time, but I didnโ€™t care about it anymore. He ignored my words and said, โ€œYou still donโ€™t want to apologize, right? You have two choices, Noah. Apologize and make amends with Josie, or divorce me and get out of this house!โ€ โ€œJosie is the one who betrayed us both. She lied to you, Owen. She stole my necklace. She is the one who should apologize!โ€ I argued. Owen burst out in rage and slapped me in the face. I stared at him in disbelief. I was totally disappointed. Over the past few days he had hit me, pushed me, cheated on me. He had hurt me in every way. I made up my mind. โ€œI choose divorce.โ€ I said coldly. โ€œGood. My lawyer will contact you in the next morning,โ€Owen said ruthlessly with a wicked smile, โ€œOh, Iโ€™ve prepared another โ€˜surpriseโ€™ for you. 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