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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | It was 1 AM when I woke up from a bad dream. I was all alone. Whereโd Jared run off to? I propped up my slightly round belly and headed downstairs to find him. Just as I approached the hallway, a womanโs sweet voice became clearer. It was Sofia, my husbandโs so-called best friend. โWhat 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 โI did it willingly for my wife,โ I heard Jaredโs steady, deep voice. โYou changed, Jared. This isnโt you. What has your wife done to you?โ โHuh? You failed your marriage, now judge mine?โ โStop it Jared, you know it, you know I divorced my husband because of you!โ Sofiaโs shrill voice cried out. My eyes widened. What the hell? โShut up! Donโt drag me into your divorce!โ Jared snapped, his voice laced with fury but it didnโt ease the weight in my chest. I had ever seen him act so emotionalโฆ A sob escape Sofiaโs throat. She moved into Jaredโs 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. โI have no strength for this, Sofia. Move,โ I said coldly. โAnd if I donโt? You think you can try to kill me and go Scott Free?โ She asked, hands akimbo. โStop pretending. Go beg Jared for attention if you want his pity.โ โYou still donโt see the truth, do you?โ She stepped aside with a laugh. I walked past, but she called out, โWho 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 weโd both fallen. God, sheโs so despicable! As I lay there, gasping for air, Jared rushed in. I couldnโt speak, but my eyes begged him. Please, help me. Help our baby! He knelt by me, but thenโhe 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 Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Read more FREE chapters๐ | 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 wereโฆ 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 Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-11-23 15:12 | active | 1910 | 0 | ๊ณ์ ์ฝ๊ธฐ๐ | ๊ทธ๋ ๋ CEO์ ์ ์ธ์ผ๋ก 3๋ ๋์ ์ง๋ด๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ์ ๊ฒฐํผํ๊ณ ์ถ์์ผ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋นํ๊ณ ๊ดด๋ก์์ ๊ฒช์๋ค. ๋ค์ ๋ง๋ฌ์ ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฌด๋ฆ์ ๊ฟ๊ณ ์๋น๋ฅผ ๊ตฌํ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ฌดํ์ ํ๊ฒ "์์ ์ ์กด์คํด์ฃผ์ธ์." ==== "๋ชป ์ฐธ๊ฒ ์ด?" ๋จ์๋ ์ผ์ฃผ์ผ ์ถ์ฅ์ ๋ค๋ ์ค๋ ๋์ ์ฐธ์๋ ์์ ์ ๋ชจ๋ ์์ ๋ถ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. "์ ๋ด์ผ ์ ๋ณด๋ฌ ๊ฐ์." ์ผ๋ฆฟํ ํต์ฆ์ ๋ชธ์ ๋๋ฆฐ ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ. ์ญ์, ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์๋๋ก ๋จ์๋ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ์์๋ค. "์ ๋ง์์ ๋๋ ์๋๊ฐ ๋์ค๋ฉด ๋ฐ๋ก ๋์ํ๋ ค๊ณ ์." ํ์ธํฌ์ ์ ๊ฐ์ ์ธ์ธํ ๋ฏธ์๊ฐ ๋ฒ์ก๋ค. "๊ฒฐํผํ ์๊ฐ์ด๋ ๋ง์ด์ผ?" ๋จ์๊ฐ ์ผ์ด๋ถ์ ๋ฏ ์์ ์์ง์ด์ง ์์๊ณ ์ด๋์ด ๋๋์๊ฐ ์์ ์ ํ์ ๊ฐํ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ซ์ด์ง๊ฒ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ดค๋ค. ๊น์ด๋ฅผ ์ ์ ์๋ ๊ทธ ๋๋์์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋น์ฅ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ๋ง๋ ค๋ค์ด ๊ฐ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋จผ์ ์์ ์ ํผํ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์ฐ๋ฌผ์ญ๋ฌผ ์ ์ ์ด์๋ค. "์ ์ด์ 27์ด์์. ๋ง๋ฅ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆด ์๋ฐ์ ์์ผ๋๊น์..." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋จ์์ ์ ๊ฐ์ ๋ฒ์ง ๋์๋ฅผ ๋ฏธ์ฒ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ๋จ์๋ ์นจ๋ ๊ฐ์ฅ์๋ฆฌ์ ๊ฑธํฐ์์ ๋ด๋ฐฐ์ ๋ถ์ ๋ถ์๋ค. ๊ฒ์์ ์ ์ฅ ๋ฐ์ง๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ํ ์ก์ ๋ฐ ์์ด ์ ๋ค๋ ค์ ธ ์์๊ณ , ๊ฒ์์ ์ ์ธ ๋ ๋จ์ถ 3๊ฐ๊ฐ ํ๋ ค์ ธ ์์ด ๋จ์์ ์น์ํ๊ณ ๋ ๋งคํน์ ์ธ ๋งค๋ ฅ์ ๊ทน๋ํํ๋ค. ๋จ์์ ์๋์ ์ํํ๊ฒ ๋งค๋ฌ๋ ค ์๋ ๋ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฌด์ฌ์ฝ ์ณ๋ค๋ณธ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ ๋ผ์์ ธ ์๋ ์ฝํผ๋ฐ์ง์ ์์ ์ ๊ณ ์ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ ๋ฐ์ง๋ ์ค๋๋ฐ๋ผ ๋์ฑ ๋์ด ๋ถ์ จ๊ณ , ์ค๋์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๋น์๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. 3๋ ์ , ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋จ์์ ๋น์ ์ ๋ถ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์จ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ์ ์ฌํ๋ค. ์ผ๋ง ํ, ์์ฌ์ธ ๊ฐ์งํ๊ณผ ํจ๊ป ์ถ์ฅ์ ๋ ๋์ผ ํ๋ ์๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์ํํด์ผ ํ๊ณ , ๊ทธ ํ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋งค์ฐ ์น๋ฐํด์ก๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋ฐํญํ์ง ์์๋ค. ์๊ณ ๋จ๊ฑฐ์ด ๋ฐค์ ๋ณด๋ธ ํ, ํ ๊ฐ์ง ์ผ์ด ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ผ๋ก ์ด์ด์ก๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ 3๋ ์ด๋ผ๋ ์๊ฐ ๋์ ๋น๋ฐ์ค๋ฌ์ด ๋ง๋จ์. ๊ฐ์ก๊ณ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋ฎ์๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋น์์๊ณ , ๋ฐค์๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ฐฐ๋ ํํธ๋์๋ค. ๋ง์ฝ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฐค, ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ์ด๋ฆฌ์์ ์ ํ๋ง ํ์ง ์์๋ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ์์ง ๋ญ๋งํ๊ณ ์์ ๋ง์ ๋ฐฑ๋ง ํ ์์๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ์๋ ์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ์ผ๋ง ์์ง ์์ผ๋ฉด ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ฒฐํผ์ ํ๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฒ์ด๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ด ๊ด๊ณ๋ฅผ ๋ ์ด์ ์ด์ด๊ฐ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์๋ค. ํ๋ณตํ ๊ฒฐํผ ์ํ์ ๋ผ์ด๋๋ ์ 3์๊ฐ ๋๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์์ ๋ฟ๋๋ฌ, ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ง์ ๋ฐ๋ ์ ๋ถ๋ ๋๋์ฑ ์ซ์๋ค. ๋ ์ด์ ์ด์ด๊ฐ ๊ด๊ณ๊ฐ ์๋๋ผ๊ณ ํ๋จํ์ผ๋, ๊ทธ๋ ์์ผ๋ก ์ง์ ์ด ๊ด๊ณ๋ฅผ ๋์ด ๋ด์ผ๋ง ํ๋ค. ์๋ฌด ์ธ๋ชจ ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ฒ๋ผ ๋น์ฐธํ๊ฒ ๋ฒ๋ ค์ง๋ ๊ฒ๋ณด๋ค ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋จผ์ ๋ ๋๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๋ ๋์ ๊ฑด ์ฌ์ค์ด๋. ์์ ์ ๊ฑฐ๋์ด๋ค์ธ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์ ์ฑ๊ธฐ๊ณ ๋ฏธ๋ฆฌ ์ค๋นํ ์ฌ๋ฒ ์ท์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์์ ์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ๊ณผ ๋ง๋ ๋๋ง๋ค ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฌ๋ถ์ ์ท์ ์ค๋นํ๊ณค ํ๋ค. ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์ ์์ ๋ป์ ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ์ฌ๋ถ์ ์ท์ ๊บผ๋ด๊ธฐ๋ ์ ์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๋ชฉ์ ์ธ๊ฒ ์์ผ์ก์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ""๋ด์ผ ๋ง์ ์ทจ์ํด."" ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ๊บผ๋ธ ๊ฑด ๋ถํ์ด ์๋๋ผ ๋ช ๋ น์ด์๋ค. ์๋ฌด ํ๋ ๋จ์ง ์์ ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์์ ๊ฝ ๋ถ์ก๊ณ ์ง๋ 3๋ ๋์ ํ ๋ง ์ค ๊ฐ์ฅ ์ฉ๊ธฐ ์๋ ๋ง์ ๋ด๋ฑ์๋ค. "๊ฒฐํผ... ์ทจ์ํ ๊ฑด๊ฐ์?" ๊ฐ์งํ๋ง ํ๋ฝํ๋ค๋ฉด, ํ์ธํฌ๋ ํ์ ๊ทธ์ ๊ณ์ ๋จธ๋ฌผ๊ณ ์ถ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ด ์๋ง ์๋ค๋ฉด ์ผ๋ง๋ ํ๋ณตํ ๊น. ๋จ, ์ ๋ถ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ ์ ๋ ์ฉ๋ฉํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ์์ฃผ ์ ๊น ์ผ์ด๋ถ์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋๋ ๋ฎ๊ฒ ์ค์๋ฅผ ํฐ๋จ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ ์์์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ด์ฐ๋ ์์๋ง์๋์ง, ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ๋ ์์ด ๋์ค๋ ํ๊ธฐ์ ๋น์ฅ์ด๋ผ๋ ์คํ์ด ๋ค ์ ๋์๋ค. "์ ๋์์ด." ๊ณง์ด์ด ์์ญ์ด๋ฏ์ด ๋ค๋ ค์ค๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์ ๋ชจ๋ ํฌ๋ง์ด ์์ฅ์ฐฝ ๋ถ์์ก๋ค. ๋ฌผ๋ก , ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์์ ์ ์ฌ๋ํ์ง ์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ผ๋ ์ฌ์ค์ ๋๊ตฌ๋ณด๋ค ์ ์๊ณ ์์ผ๋ฉด์๋ ๋ง์ด๋ค. ๋๋ค์ ๊ทธ์ ๋๊ธธ์ ํผํ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์์์ง๋ง, ๊ทธ ์์์๋ฆฌ๋ง์ ์์ ์ ๋น์๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ ๋๋์ด ๋ค์๋ค. "๋ํ๋, ์ ๋ ๋ด์ผ ์ฐ์ฐจ ์ฌ์ฉํ ์์ ์ด๋ ์ ๊ฐ ์ ์ฒญํ ์ฐ์ฐจ ๊ฑฐ์ ํ์ง ๋ง์๊ธฐ ๋ฐ๋๋๋ค. ๋ฒ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ ํ ์ฐ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์ฌ์ฉํ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋๊น ๊ฑฐ์ ํ ์ด์ ๋ ์๊ฒ ์ฃ ?" ๊ฑฐ์น ๊ฒ ์ผ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ง ๊ทธ์ ์ด๋ชฉ๊ตฌ๋น๊ฐ ํ๋ฌ๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ฆ๋ช ํ์ง๋ง ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ๋๋ก ๊พน ์ต๋๋ ๋ค. ๋จ์์ ์ฃผ์์๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ง ํ๋ง๋์ ์์ํ๊ณ ํํธ๋๋ก ์ง๋ผ ์ฌ์๋ค์ด ๋์น๊ณ ๋ ๋จ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ฅด์ง ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ ํ์ ์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ํ์ธํฌ์ ํฑ์ ๋์์ฃผ๊ณ ์์ค๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. ์ ์ ํ, ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์ค์๋ฅผ ๋ง์น๊ณ ๋์ค์ ๋ฐฉ์ ์ด๋ฏธ ๊น๋ํ๊ฒ ์ ๋ฆฌ๋์ด ์์๋ค. ์นจ๋์๋ 3๋ ์ , ์์ ์ด ํ์ธํฌ์๊ฒ ๊ฑด๋จ ์ํ ์นด๋๊ฐ ๋์ฌ ์์๋ค. ์ด ์นด๋๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์์ ์ ํํธ๋๋ก ์ง๋ด๋ ํ์ธํฌ์๊ฒ ์ง์ํ ์นด๋์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ง๋ 3๋ ๋์, ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์นด๋์ ์๋ ๋ ํ ํผ๋ ๋ค์น์ง ์์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ด์ ๋ชจ๋ฅผ ์ง์ฆ๊ณผ ๋ต๋ตํจ์ด ๊ฐ์ด ๊น์ํ ๊ณณ์์ ์น๋ฐ์ด ์ค๋ฅด๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ์ 2ํ ๋ง์ ํ ๋ฐ๋ก ์์ (์ 2๋ถ๋ถ) ๋ค์ ๋ ์์นจ 9์, ์นดํ. ์ด๋ฒ ๋ง์ ์ด ์ฒซ ๋ง์ ์ ์๋์์ง๋ง, ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ์ดํ ๋ก ์ง์งํ ํ๋๋ก ์ํ๋ ๊ฑด ์ฒ์์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ํธ์ ์์ ๋จ์๋ 36์ด์ ๋์ด์ ํ๋ฒํ ์๊น์์ ์ด์ ๋ง ๊ท๊ตญํ์ฌ ์ง๊ธ์ ๋ชจ ์ ์ ํ์ฌ์ ์์ ์์ง๋์ด๋ก ๊ทผ๋ฌดํ๊ณ ์๋ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ์ง์ ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ง์๊ฐ ์ ๊ณ ๋ด์ฑ์ ์ธ ์ฑ๊ฒฉ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฐ ์ด์ ๋๋ฌธ์ธ์ง, ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ๋ง๋์๋ถํฐ ์ง๊ธ๊น์ง ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ๋ํ์ ์ฃผ๋๊ถ์ ์ฅ์ ํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ด๋จธ๋์ธ ์ ๋ฏธ์์ ์๊ตฌ๋๋ก ์๋จ๊ณผ ์๋ฌผ์ ๋น๋กฏํด, ์ ํผ ์ง๊ณผ ์๋์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์๊ตฌํ๊ณ ๋จ์๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ๋ชจ๋ ๋ง์กฑ์์ผ ์ค ์ ์๋ค๊ณ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. ๋ ์ด์ ๊ฑฐ์ ํ ์ด์ ๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์ง ๋ชปํ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋ง์์ด ๊ณตํํด์ง๋ฉฐ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ๋ป๊ทผํด์ง๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ์์นจ ์ผ์ฐ ์ง์ ๋์ค ๋, ์ ๋ฏธ์์ด ์์ํ๊ณ ๋ ์๋ฅํ ๋ชจ์ต์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐฐ์ ํด ์ฃผ๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ ์ฌ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ด๋จธ๋๋ ์ด์ ์ด๋ฑํ๊ต 5ํ๋ ๋จ๋์์ ๋ฑ๊ต ์ค๋น๋ฅผ ๋์์ฃผ๋ฉด์ ํ์ธํฌ์๊ฒ ๋ง์ ์์ ์ฃผ์ํด์ผ ํ ๋ง๊ณผ ๋ฐ๋์ ์ ๊ธฐํด์ผ ํ ์๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ์๊ธฐ์์ผ ์ฃผ๋ฉฐ ๊ฒฐํผ์ ์ข์ ์ ์ ๋ํ์ฌ ๊ฐ์กฐํ๊ณ ๋ ๊ฐ์กฐํ๋ค. ๋ฌด์๋ณด๋ค๋ ํ์ธํฌ์๊ฒ ์๋จ ์๋ฌผ์ ๋ ๋ง์ด ์๊ตฌํ๋๋ก ์ง์ํ๊ณ , ๋จ๋์์ ๋ํ ๋ฑ๋ก๊ธ๊ณผ ์์ผ๋ก ์์ ์ ๋ ธํ์๊ธ๊น์ง ์๊ตฌํ๋ฉฐ ์์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋์ด๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ์ ํ์ธํฌ์ ์ ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋น์ค๋ฌํ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ๋ฉฐ ์ด์์์ ์ง์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ด๋จธ๋ ์ ๋ฏธ์์ 6๋ฒ์ ๊ฒฐํผ์ ๋ชจ๋ ์คํจํ๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ ๊น๋งฃ๊ฒ ์์ด๋ฒ๋ฆฐ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. 2๋ ์ , ์ ๋ฏธ์์ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ 10์ด ๋จ์งํ ๋จ์์์ด์ ์์ ์ก๊ณ ๋ํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํ ๋จธ๋๊ฐ ์ ์ผํ๊ฒ ๋จ๊ฒจ๋ ๋ก์ ์ง ์์์ ํต๊ณกํ๋ฉฐ 10๋ ๋์ ์ฐ๋ฝ ํ ๋ฒ ํ์ง ์์ ๋ธ์๊ฒ ๋จ์์์ด๋ฅผ ํค์ฐ๋ผ๊ณ ๊ฐ์ํ๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ๋ ์ด๋ฐ ์๊ฐ์ ํ๋ค. ๋ง์ฝ, ์ ๋ฏธ์์ด ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์๊ฒผ๋์ง ๊ธฐ์ตํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ด๋จธ๋๋ก ์ธ์ ํ์ง ์์๋ ๋ ๊น? ํ์ง๋ง ํ์ค์ ๋ ์๊ฐ๋๋ก ํ๋ฌ๊ฐ์ง ์์๊ณ ์๋ฆ๋ค์ด ๋ฏธ๋๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ฐ์นํ ์์๊น์ง ๋ฐํํ๋ค. ํ ์์ ๋ฅผ ๋ฌผ๊ณ ํ์ด๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ค์ด์๋ชฌ๋ ์์ ๋ฅผ ๋ฌผ๊ณ ํ์ด๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ณ์ ์๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ์์ฌ๋ ํจ๊ป ๋ง์ด๋ค. ์ด๋, ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์๋ฆฌ์์ ๋ฒ๋ก ์ผ์ด๋๋ ์ด์ ํ์ ์์ง์ ์๋ฆฌ์ ๋ฒ์ฉ ์ ์ ์ด ๋ค์๋ค. ์ด์ ํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ค์ ์๋ ๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ๊ณ ๊ณต์ํ ์์ธ๋ฅผ ์ทจํ๋ฉฐ ํ๋ฆฌ๊น์ง ์์ฌ๊ฐ๋ฉฐ ์ธ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. "๊ฐ ๋ํ๋. ์ฐ์ฐํ ๋ง๋๋ ๋ ๋ฐ๊ฐ์ด ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ต๋๋ค." ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ฐ๋ก ๋ค์์ ํ๊ฒจ์ค๋ ์ต์ํ ํฅ์ ๋์๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฎ์ณค๊ณ , ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ธด์ฅํ ๋ฏ ์์ฒด๋ฅผ ๊ผฟ๊ผฟ์ด ์ธ์ ๋ค. ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ ๋ธ๋ํ์ด๋ผ๋ ์จ๊ฒจ ๋์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ ์ด๋์ด ๋๋์๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ฃผ์ํ๊ณ ์์๊ณ ๊ธด์ฅ๊ฐ์ ๋น์ฅ์ด๋ผ๋ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ์ ๋ฐ์ ํ์ด๋์ฌ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์ ์ด ์๊ฐ์ ์ด๊ณณ์ ์๋ ๊ฑธ๊น? ์นดํ์์ ํ๋งคํ๋ ์ปคํผ๋ ์ ์ ๋์ง๋ ์์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ๋ง์๋ ๋ชจ๋ ์ปคํผ๋ ๋ค ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ์ง์ ๋ง๋ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. "๋ค, ์๋ ํ์ธ์." ํ์ธํฌ์๊ฒ์ ์์ ์ ๊ฑฐ๋์ด๋ค์ธ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ด์ ํ๋ฅผ ํฅํด ์๊ฒ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋์ธ ๋ค์ ์นด์ดํฐ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ด์ ํ๊ฐ ๋๊ตฌ์ธ์ง ์ ํ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋ ๋์น์์ง๋ง, ์ด์ ํ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์๊ธฐ ์ธ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์์คฌ๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ ๋ง์กฑํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ณง๋ฐ๋ก ์ด์ ํ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ํด์ธ์์ ์ ํ ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๋์ ์ถ๊ฐํ๋ ๋ ผ๋ฌธ์ ๋ํด ๊ทน์ฐฌํ๋ค. ์ด์ ํ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ํ ์กด๊ฒฝ์ฌ์ ํ๋๋ก ์น์์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๊ณ , ๋ค์ผ๋ฉด ๋ค์์๋ก ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์์น์ฌ์ด ๋ค์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์ด์ ํ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ง์ ๋ฃ์ง ์๊ธธ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ฉฐ ์นด์ดํฐ ๋ฐฉํฅ์ ๋์๋ณด์ ๋คํํ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ํตํ ์ค์ด์๋ค. "๊ทธ๋." ๊ฐ์งํ์ ํ์๋ต์ง ์๊ฒ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์ด ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ํตํ๋ฅผ ํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. "๋๋ง ์ข์ผ๋ฉด ๋ผ. ์ด๋ฐ ๋ด." ํตํ๋ฅผ ๋ง์น ๊ทธ๋ ์ฝ์ฝ๋ ๋ฐํฌ๋ฅผ ํฌ์ฅํ๊ณ ์นดํ๋ฅผ ๋น ์ ธ๋๊ฐ๋ค. ์ฝ์ฝ๋ ๋ฐํฌ๋ฅผ ๋ง์๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์ฃผ๋ก ์ฌ์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ฝํผ์๋ฅผ ์ํด ์ง์ ์นดํ๊น์ง ์จ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๊ฐ์ด์ด ์๋ ค์ค๋ ๋๋์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ์ด์ ํ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ง์ ์ง์คํ ์ ์์๋ค. ๋ง์ ์ด ๋๋ ๋ฌด๋ ต, ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋ค์์ ๊ธฐ์ฝํ๋ ์ด์ ํ์ ๋ง์ ์ ์ง ์๊ฒ ๋๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ํ ๋ฒ ๋ ๋ง๋๋ณด๊ธฐ๋ก ๊ฒฐ์ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ์ค, ์ด์ ํ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋๋ ํ์ฌ์ ๊ธํ ์ผ์ด ์๊ฒจ ์ง๊ธ ๋น์ฅ ๋์๊ฐ ๋ด์ผ ํ๋ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ์ด์ ํ๋ ํ์ธํฌ์๊ฒ ์ฐ์ ์ฌ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋ค๊ณ ๋ค์์ ๋ง๋ ์ฝ์๊น์ง ๋ฏธ๋ฆฌ ์ก์ ํ ์นดํ๋ฅผ ๋์ฐ๋ค. ์ ์ ํ, ์นดํ๋ฅผ ๋์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ํ์์ ์ฌ๋ผํ๊ณ ์ง์ผ๋ก ํฅํ ์ค๋น๋ฅผ ํ๋ค. ์์นจ์ ๋จน์ง ์์ ์์ธ์ผ๊น, ์๋๋ฉด ๋น์์ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ๋๋ฌด ๋ง์ด ๋ง์ ํ์ผ๊น. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฐจ์ ์ค๋ฅด์๋ง์ ์์ด ๋ฉ์ฅ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๊ณ ์ฐธ์ผ๋ ค๊ณ ์ ๋ฅผ ์ผ์ง๋ง, ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ์คํจํ๊ณ ๋ง์๋ค. "๊ธฐ์ฌ๋, ์ฐจ ์ข ์ธ์์ฃผ์ธ์..." ๋ง์ ๋ง์น๊ธฐ๋ ์ ์ ํ๊ตฌ์ญ์ง์ด ๋จผ์ ๋์ค์ ์ฐจ์ ๋ง๋ จ๋์ด ์๋ ์ฐ๋ ๊ธฐ๋ดํฌ๋ฅผ ์ง์ด ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์์๋ค. ๊ธธ๊ฐ์ ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์ธ์ด ํ์ ๊ธฐ์ฌ๋์ ์๋ ํ ๋ด์ง๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋ค๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. "๊ธ๋ฐฉ ์์ ํ๋ฉด ๋ค๋ค ๊ทธ๋์. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์๋ด๋ ์๊ฐ์จ๋ ์ฆ์์ด ๋๊ฐ์์ด์. ์ ๋ง์ด ๊ฐํ๊ฒ ๋๋ ๊ณผ์ผ์ ๋จน์ผ๋ฉด ์กฐ๊ธ ๊ด์ฐฎ์์ง ์๋ ์์ด์. ์ฒซ 4๊ฐ์ ๋์์ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ํ๋ค ๊ฑฐ์์. ๊ทธ ์๊ธฐ๋ง ์ง๋๋ฉด ์ ๋ ์ ์๊ณ ๋ฐฅ๋ ์์ ์ฒ๋ผ ๋จน์ ์ ์์ ๊ฑฐ์์." ํ์ ๊ธฐ์ฌ๋์ ๋ง์ ๋ฃ๊ณ ๋์์ผ ์๋ฆฌ ์ฃผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ณ์ฐํ๋ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊น์ง ๋๋๋ค. ์๋ฆฌ ์์ ์ผ์ด ์ด๋ฏธ ์ผ์ฃผ์ผ์ด๋ ์ง๋ ์ํฉ์ด์๋ค. ์๋์ผ, ๊ทธ๋ด ๋ฆฌ ์์ด... ์ฝ์ ๋น ์ง์์ด ์ ์ฑ๊ฒจ ๋จน์๋๋ฐ... ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ฐ๋ฌผ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ฐ๋ ค์ค๋ ๊ธฐ์ต์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ค์ ์๋ฆฌ์ ์ผ์ด๋ถ๊ณ ๋ง์๋ค. ์ ํํ 3์ฃผ์ผ ์ , ๋ค์ ๋ , ์์นจ ์ผ์ฐ ์ฝ๊ตญ์ ๋ค๋ฌ ํผ์์ฝ์ ์ฌ๋ ค ํ์ผ๋ ์ ๋ฏธ์์ด ๋๋ฐ ํ์๋ก ์ฒดํฌ๋์๋ค๋ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ณ ๋๋ฌด ํ๊ฐ ์น๋ฐ์๋ ๋๋จธ์ง ํผ์์ฝ์ ๊น๋งฃ๊ฒ ์๊ณ ์์๋ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๋ค์ ๊ธฐ์ต๋ฌ์ ๋, ์ด๋ฏธ ์ฝ์ ๋ณต์ฉํด์ผ ํ๋ ๊ธฐํ์ด ํ์ฉ ์ง๋๋ฒ๋ฆฐ ํ์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ๋งํ ์์ ์ฌ๋ ค ๋ณต๋ถ๋ฅผ ์ฐ๋ค๋ฌ์๋ค. ๋ง์ ์ ๋ณด์๋ง์ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๋จ์์ ์์ด๋ฅผ ์์ ํ๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ ์๊ฒ ๋ ํ๋ฅ ์ ์ผ๋ง๋ ๋ ๊น? ์ 3ํ ์์ ํ์ด ์๋ด ํ ๋ณ์, ์ ์์ฆ์ ์์ ์ฅ ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ์ฐ๋ถ์ธ๊ณผ ๋ณต๋์์ ์ค์ ์๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋ฐ๊ฑธ์์ ์ฎ๊ธฐ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋ชจํ์ด๋ฅผ ๋์ ๋ถ๊ณผ ๋ช ๋ฏธํฐ๋ฐ์ ๋จ์ด์ง์ง ์์ ๊ณณ์์ ์ต์ํ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ๋ค. ๋ง์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ์ค๊ฐ๋ ๋ณ์ ๋ก๋น์์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ์ฒด๋ง ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ ๋จ๋ฒ์ ์ ์ ์์๋ค. ์ญ์ผ๊ฐํ ๋ชธ๋งค์ ์ด์ธ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ง์ถค ์ ์ฅ์ ๋จ์์ ์๋ฒฝํ๊ฒ ๋งค์น๋์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์กฐ๊ธ ์ ์นดํ์์ ํฌ์ฅํ ์ฝ์ฝ๋ ๋ฐํฌ๋ฅผ ๊ณ์ ์ ์ฌ์์๊ฒ ๊ฑด๋ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์์ ๋ผ์์ง ๋ฐ์ง๊ฐ ๋ณ์ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ์ ๋ฐ์ฌ๋๋ ํ์ด์ ๋ง์ ์ ๋ํ ๋๋ถ์๊ฒ ๋น๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ฐ์ด์ด ์๋ ค์ค๋ ๋๋์ ์ ์จ ๋๋ฅธ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์์ ์ ํผํ์ง ์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ์ค์ค๋ก ๋ค์งํ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ณ์ ๋น๋นํ๊ฒ ์ ์ฌ์์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ํ์ธํ๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋์ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ๋ด๋ค. ๋ฐ๋ก ์ด๋, ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์๋ ๋ฐฉํฅ์ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. ๋ง์ฃผ์น ๋ ๋ ์ฌ์ด๋ก ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ถ์พํ ๊ธฐ์์ด ์ค์ณ ์ง๋๊ฐ๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ ์จ ๋ฏธ์ ์ง์ ์ผ๊ตด๋ก ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋์๋ค. ์ง๊ธ ์ด ์๊ฐ์ ๋ง๋จ์ด ๋จ์ํ ์ฐ์ฐ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์น๋ถํ๊ณ ์ถ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๋๋ค์ ๋ฐ๋ ค์ค๋ ํ๊ตฌ์ญ์ง์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํฉ๊ธํ ํ์ฅ์ค๋ก ๋ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ๊ณ ์์ ๋ชจ๋ ๋น์๋ด๊ณ ๋์์ผ ์จ์ ๊ณ ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ด ์ ์์๋ค. ํ์ฅ์ค๋ก ๋ฌ๋ ค์ฌ ๋, ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ๊ณผ ๊ทธ์ ์ฝํผ๋ ๋ค์ ๋์ธ ํ์งํ์ ์ ํ ๊ธ์จ๋ฅผ ๋๋ํ ๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ๋์จ ๊ณณ์ ๋ฐ๋ก ์ฐ์ ๊ฒ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ ๊ณณ์ด์๋ค. ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ์๋ง ๊ฒฐํผ ์ ๋ถํฐ ๊ณํํ ์์ด๋ฅผ ์ํด ๊ฒ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ฌ ์จ ๊ฒ์ด๊ฒ ์ง. ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์ผ๋ถ๋ฌ ์๊ฐ์ ๋ด์ด ๋ณ์์ ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธํ๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค๊ณผ ์นดํ์ ๋ค๋ฌ ์ง์ ์ฝ์ฝ๋ ๋ฐํฌ๋ฅผ ํฌ์ฅํ ๊ฒ๊น์ง ์๊ฐํ์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋๋ค์ ๋ง์์ด ์ธ์ธํด ๋๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ๋ฌผ๋ก ๊ทธ์ ์๋ด๊ฐ ๋ ์ฌ๋์๊ฒ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ชจ๋ ์ ์ ๊ณผ ์๊ฐ์ ์์๋ถ์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์ผ๊ฑฐ์์ผํฌ์กฑ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ํ๋ ๋ฐฉ์๊ณผ๋ ๋๋ฌด ๋น๊ต๊ฐ ๋์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ๋ฐฐ๋ ํํธ๋๋ก ์ง๋๋ ์ง๋ 3๋ ๋์, ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ฌด์จ ์์์ ์ฆ๊ฒจ ๋จน๊ณ ๋ฌด์์ ์ข์ํ๋์ง ์๊ณ ์๋์ง๋ ์์ฌ์ด ๋ค์๋ค. ์ด์ ๋ ์ด์ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ์์๋ ๋ ๋ฌธ์ ์ ๋ํด ๊น์ด ์๊ฐํ ์๊ฐ๋ ์๋์ง๋ ์์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ธ ์์ ๋น์น ์ด์ทํ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ซ์ด์ง๊ฒ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๊ณ ์ฌํธํก์ ํ๋๋ ํฐ์๋ก ์ ์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ๋ฆ๊ณ ๋์์ผ ํ์ฅ์ค ๋ฌธ์ ์ด๊ณ ๋์๋ค. ๋ฌธ์ ์ด์๋ง์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์ธ๋ฉด๋ ์์ ๊ธฐ๋์ด ์๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ๊ณ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ๊น๊ฒ ์ฐํธ๋ฆฐ ๊ทธ์ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ ์ฌ์ด์ ๋ถ์ ๋ถ์ธ ๋ด๋ฐฐ๊ฐ ์์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ด ๊ณณ์ ๋์๊ฐ ๋ง์์ ๋ค์ง ์์๋ค. ์ค๋ง, ๊ทธ์ ์ฝํผ๋ ๋ ํ์ฅ์ค์ ์๋ ๊ฑธ๊น? ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ํน ์์ด๊ณ ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ๋ณด์ง ๋ชปํ ์ฒ ์ฐ๊ธฐํ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๋ณ์ ํ์ฅ์ค์ ์ธ๋ฉด๋๋ ํ ์ค๋ก ๋์ฌ ์์๊ณ ์์ ์ป์ผ๋ ค๋ฉด ๋ฐ๋์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ณ์ ์ง๋๊ฐ์ผ๋ง ํ๋ค. ์์ ์ป์์ง ๋ง์ง ๊ณ ๋ฏผํ๊ณ ์์ ๋, ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. "์์ ํ์ด?" ์งง์ ๊ทธ์ ๋ฌผ์ ํ ๋ง๋์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ์ด์ด ์ ๋ฉํ๊ฒ ๋ด๋ ค์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ฐ์์ ์ ์ฌํ ๊ด์ฐฐํ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋๋ต์ ๋ฃ์ง ์์๋ ์ ์ ์์๋ค. "๋๋ตํด!" ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ํฅํด ํ ๊ฑธ์ ํ ๊ฑธ์ ๋ค๊ฐ์๊ณ , ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ข์์ง์๋ก ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ๋์ฑ ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋ ์ ์์๋ค. ๋น์ฅ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ชฉ์ ์์ผ์ฅ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ ๊ธฐ์ธ์ ํ๋ ๋๋น. ๋ง์ฝ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ ํ ๊ฒ์ด ์ฌ์ค์ด๋ผ๋ฉด, ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ฐ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์์ ์ค๋ก. "์๋์." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ํ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ผฟ๊ผฟ์ด ํด๊ณ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ ๋์ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. "๋ฐฐํ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ฝ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ฌ ์์ด์." "๊ทธ๋? ํ์ง๋ง ์ํ ๋ด๊ณผ๋ ์ฌ๊ธฐ ์๋๋ฐ?" ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ง์ ๋ฏฟ์ง ์๋๋ค๋ ๋ฏ ๋์ ๊ฐ๋๊ฒ ๋จ๊ณ ์ถ๊ถํ๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ์ ์ผ๊ตด์๋ ์ธ์ธํ ๋ฏธ์๋ง ๋ฒ์ง ๋ฟ์ด์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์ ์ด ๋์ฒด ์ผ๋ง๋ ์ซ์ ๊ฑธ๊น? "์ด๊ณณ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ์ ์ผ๋๊น์. ์ ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ง์ ๋ฏฟ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋ฉด, ๋ํ๋๊ป์ ์ ์ ํจ๊ป ์ฐ๋ถ์ธ๊ณผ ์ง์ฐฐ์ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ฉด ๋๊ฒ ๋ค์." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ํ์ ํ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์กด์ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ ๋ ์ฝํผ๋ ์๊ฒ ์๋ฆฌ์ง ์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ์ ์์๋๋ก ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ค์๋ฅผ ํฐ๋จ๋ฆฌ๋๋ ๋ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ์ฅ ์์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํฑ์ ์์ผ์ก์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์์ง์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ ์ ์ ํ์ ๋ ๋จ๊ฑฐ์ด ๋ด๋ฐฐ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ผ๊ตด ๋ฐ๋ก ์์ผ๋ก ๋ค๊ฐ์๊ณ , ์๋ฆฌ์ ์ผ์ด๋ถ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ผ๊ตด์ ํ์ด ์ง๊น ๋๋ ค์ ๋ค. "๋ง์ฝ ์ง๊ธ ๋ด ์์์ ํ ๋ง์ด ๊ฑฐ์ง๋ง์ด๋ผ๋ฉด, ๊ทธ ์์ํ ๋๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์น๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ. ์ฐฉํ๊ฒ ๊ตด์ด์ผ์ง. ๋ด์ผ ์ถ๊ทผํด." ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ๊ฑฐ์น ๊ฒ ํ์ธํฌ์ ํฑ์ ๋์ ์ฃผ์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์์ด ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ค์ณ ์ง๋๊ฐ ๋, ํฌ๋ฏธํ ํฅ์ ๋์๊ฐ ํ์ธํฌ์ ์ฝ๋ฅผ ์ฐ๋ ๋ค. ๋ฏ์ ํฅ์ ๋์์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์๋ ค์ค๋ ๊ฐ์ด์ ์์ผ์ก์๋ค. 3๋ ์ด๋ผ๋ ์๊ฐ ๋์, ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ๋ฌด์์ ์ซ์ดํ๋์ง ๋๊ตฌ๋ณด๋ค ์ ํ์ ํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ฌ์ ํฅ์ ๋์๋ฅผ ์ ์ผ ์ซ์ดํ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ง๊ธ์... ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฃผ๋จน์ ์์ผ์ฅ๊ณ ์ ์ ์ ๊ผญ ๊นจ๋ฌผ์๋ค. ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋ถ๊ฐ๋ฅํ ๊ฑด ์์๋ค. ๋จ์ง ๊ทธ ๊ท์น์ ์ด๊ธธ ์ ์๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค๋ง ๊ฐ๋ฅํ ๊ฒ์ผ ๋ฟ. ๋ฉ์ด์ง๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ท๋ชจ์ต์ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ๊ฒฐ์ฌํ ๋ฏ ์ ์ ์ด์๋ค. "๋ํ๋, ์ ํด์ฌํ๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค." ๋ช ๋ฐ์ง ๋ผ์ง ๋ชปํ ๋จ์๊ฐ ๋ค์ ์๋ฆฌ์ ๋ฉ์ถฐ ์๋๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋์๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋๋ฌผ์๋ค. "๋ฐฉ๊ธ ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ?" "ํด์ฌํ๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ด๋ฒ์ ์ข ๋ ์ฐจ๋ถํ๊ณ ํ๊ณ ํ ํ๋๋ก ๊ฐ์ ๋ง์ ๋ฐ๋ณตํ๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ์ ์ผ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ์ณ๋ค๋ดค๊ณ ์ ์ ์๋ ๋น์๋ฅ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฏํ ๋ฏธ์๊ฐ ๊ฑธ๋ ค ์์๋ค. "ํ๋ชจ์์ฒ๊ฐ ๋ ์๊ฐ์ด์ผ?" ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋ด๋ดํ๊ฒ ์ค๋ช ํ๋ค. "ํ๋ชจ์์ฒ๋ ๋์์ง ์๋ค์. ๋ง์ ์๋๊ฐ ์ค๋ ์ ์ ๊ฒฐํผ๊น์ง ์ฝ์ํ์ด์." "๊ทธ ๋จ์๊ฐ ๋ง์์ ๋ค์์ด?" ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ ์๋ฐ์ ์ด์๊ณ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ์ผ์ด๋ถ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ์์ฃผ ์ ๊น์ด๋๋ง ์์ ์ด ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋๊ณผ ๊ฒฐํผํ๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ํ๋ฅผ ๋ด๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ๋ฏฟ์ ๋ปํ์ผ๋๊น. "๊ทธ ๋จ์๊ฐ ๋ ๋ง์กฑํ๊ฒ ํ ์ ์์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์?" ํ์ง๋ง ๋ง์ ํ๋ฉด ํ ์๋ก ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์๋ ๋น์์์ด ํ๊ฐ๋ ๋ฌป์ด๋ฌ๋ค. "๊ทธ ๋จ์, ๋๋ ์ ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ด์ผ. ๋๋์ ์ด์ธ๋ฆฌ์ง ์์. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋๊น ์ต๋ํ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋๋ด." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์๋ฌด๋ ์ง ์๊ฒ ๋ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ์ฌ๋จ์ด์ ๋ฒ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๊ฐ๋งํ ์ง์ผ๋ดค๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋งํฌ๋ ํ์ฌ์์ ์ ๋ฌด๋ฅผ ๋งก๊ธธ ๋์ ๋ค๋ฆ์์ด ๋ด๋ดํ๊ณ ๋ ํ์จํ๋ค. ์์ ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ์ ๋ฌต๋ฌตํ ๊ทธ์ ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง, ์ง๊ธ์ ๋ ์ด์ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์กด์ฌ๋ ๋ฌต์ดํ๋ ๋จ์์ ๋ฐ์ ์ง๋ฐํ ํ์ฒด๋ ์์๋ณผ ์ ์๊ฒ ๋ณํ๋ ์์ ์ด ์ซ์๋ค. ์ฉ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ธ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋งํฌ๋ฅผ ํ๋ด ๋ด๋ฉฐ ๋น์๋ฅ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค. ์ฌ์ง์ด ์ ์ ๋ฏธ์๊น์ง ์ง์ผ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ ๋์ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ์ณ๋ค๋ดค๋ค. "ํ๋ฒ ๋์ ํด ๋ณด๊ณ ์ถ์ด์. ๋๊ฐ ์์์? ์์ธ๋ก ์๊ถํฉ์ด ์ ๋ง์์ง." ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ธ๋ฉด๋์์ ๋์ถฉ ์์ ์ป์ ๋ค, ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ฑฐ๋ค๋ ๋ณด์ง๋ ์๊ณ ๋ฉ์ด์ ธ ๊ฐ๋ค. ๋ณ์ ๊ฑด๋ฌผ์ ๋์๋ ์๊ฐ๊น์ง ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋จ๋ฆฌ๋ ์์ ์ฃผ์ฒดํ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ๋๋ฌด ๋๋ ค์ ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ฐ๋ถ์ธ๊ณผ ๊ฒ์ฌ๋ ๋ฐ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋น์๊ฐ ๋ ์๊ฐ๋ถํฐ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋จ ํ ๋ฒ๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ง์ ๋ฐ๋ฐํ๊ฑฐ๋ ๋ง๋๊พธํ ์ ์ด ์์๋ค. ์ค๋์ด ์ฒ์์ด์๋ค. ์์ ์ ์ด๋ฐ ํ๋์ด ์ด๋ค ํ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ์ด๋ํ ์ง ๋ชฐ๋๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ํ ๊ฐ์ง๋ง์ ํ์คํ๋ค. ์ง๊ธ ๋น์ฅ ํ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ง๋๊ณ ๊ฐ์งํ๊ณผ ์ต๋ํ ๋ฉ๋ฆฌ ๋จ์ด์ ธ ์ง๋ด์ผ ํ๋ค. ์์ํ ์ง๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ง ์์๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ์ง๋๊ณ ๋ค์ ๋ ์์นจ์ด ์ฐพ์์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์์ค ๊ฑฐ์ธ ์์์ ์ถ๊ทผํ ์ง ๋ง์ง ํ์ฐธ์ ๋ง์ค์๋ค. 2์๊ฐ ํ, ์์ ์ฌ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋ ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์งํ ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค ๋ฌธ์ ์กฐ์ฌ์ค๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋ ธํฌํ๊ณ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ์ง๋ฌด์ฑ ์ ์์ ๊ณต์ํ๊ฒ ๋ด๋ ค๋์๋ค. "๋ํ๋, ์ฌ์ธํด ์ฃผ์ธ์." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์๋ ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ์ฌ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ฐ๋ฉฐ ์ ์คํ๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ๊ทธ์ ์์ ๋ฉ์ถฐ ์ค ๋๊น์ง ์๋ฅ์์ ๋์ ๋ผ์ง ์์๋ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์ฌ์ง์๋ผ๋ ๋ง์ ์์ฐ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์ง์ง ์ฌ์ง์๋ฅผ ์ ์ถํ ์ค ๋ชฐ๋๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ฏฟ์ ์ ์๋ค๋ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ํ์ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๋ ธ๋ ค๋ดค๋ค. ์์ ์ ๋ซ์ด์ง๊ฒ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ ๊น๊ณ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋์์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋ฐ๋ฉฐ ๋ชธ์ด ์์ฐ์์ฐํด ๋๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. "๊ฒฐ์ ํ์ด?" ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฌด๊ฒ์ง๋ ๊ฐ๋ณ์ง๋ ์๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์จ๋ชธ์ ๊ฐ์๋ค. "๋ค. ๊ฒฐ์ ํ์ต๋๋ค." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋จ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ถ๋ฉฐ ์ต๋ํ ์นจ์ฐฉํ๊ฒ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ํผ์ ์์์ ํฐ๋จ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ฒ์ง๋ก ๊ฐ๋ณ๊ฒ ์ฑ ์์ ๋๋๋ ธ๋ค. "์ด๋ฆฌ ์." ์ ์ ์ ๊ผญ ๊นจ๋ฌธ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์๋ฆฌ์์ ๊ฟ์ ๋ ํ์ง ์์๋ค. "ํด์ฌํ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์?" ๋์์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ํ์ ์ธ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค์ ์ธ๋ ธ๊ณ ์์ผ๋ก ๊น์ ํ์จ์ ๋ด์ฐ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ํ ๋ชจ์ต์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๊ฐ๊น์ด ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ๋ค. ์ต์ํ๊ณ ๋ ํฌ๊ทผํ ๊ทธ์ ํฅ์๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์์ง๋ง ์จ ๋งํ๋ ๋๋์ ์ง์ธ ์ ์์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ์ ์กฐ์ฌ์ค๋ฌ์ด ๋ชจ์ต์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ฐธ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ์์์ ํฐ๋จ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ํ์์๋ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ด์ด ์์ง ์๋ ํธ์ด์๋ค. ๊ธฐ๊ปํด์ผ ์ ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๋ง ๋น์ค๋ฌํ ์ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ฏธ์๋ง ์ง์ ๋ฟ. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ฒ์ง ๋ฏธ์๋ ๊ทธ์ ์ธ์งข์ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ์ค๋ช ํ๊ณ ๊ทธ๊ฒ์ ๊ณง ๋ค๊ฐ์ฌ ํญํ์ ์ ์ผ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๋ชฉ์ ์์ผ์ก์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ๋ ๊น๋ฐํ ์ฌ์ด์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ง๋ฌด์ฑ ์ ์์ ๋๋ฅด๊ณ ๊ฐ๋งํ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ดค๋ค. ์๋ฐฑ ์์ฒ์ต ๊ท๋ชจ์ ๊ณ์ฝ ์๋ฅ๊ฐ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ๋จ์ด์ก์ง๋ง ์๋ฌด๋ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ์์๋ค...... ...... ==== 3๋ ๋์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋น์๋ก, ๋น๋ฐ ์ ์ธ์ผ๋ก ๊ณ์ ์์ด์๋ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋จ์๊ฐ ๊ฒฐํผํ๋ค๋ ์์๊ณผ ํจ๊ป ์ด ๊ด๊ณ๋ ๋๋ด๊ณ ์ถ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง... ์ ๊ณ์ ๋ถ์ก๊ณ ๋์์ฃผ์ง ์๋ ๊ฑธ๊น? ์ด์ด์ง๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์๊ณผ ์ ๋งค ๊ฐ๋ํ ๋๊ธธ์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ํท๊ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ฉฐ ์ ์ ์์ ์ ์ ํ๊ณผ ๋ง์์ ์ ์ ์๊ฒ ๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ ๊ทธ ๋. ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ์์ ์ ํ๋ค. ์ฌํด์ง๋ ์ ๋ง์, ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ง์ฐฉ์, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ํ์์ค๋ฌ์ด ์๋ง์ ์๋ฐ์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ ์ ์ ๋ง์์ผ๋ก ๋น ์ ธ๋ค๊ฒ ๋์๊ณ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๊ณ ํต์์์ ์ฌ๋ผ์ก๋ค...... ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์ค์ค๋ก๋ฅผ ๊ตฌ์ํ๊ณ ๋ฐ๊ฒฉํ ๊ฒ์ธ๊ฐ์? ์์ผ๋ก๋ ์ด๋ค ์ ๊ฐ๊ฐ ํผ์ณ์ง๊น์? ์์ ํ ์คํ ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ฆ๊ธฐ๊ณ ์ถ์ผ์๋ค๋ฉด ์๋์ ๋ฒํผ์ ๋๋ฌ App์ ๋ค์ด๋ก๋ ๋ฐ์ผ์ธ์. 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๐Read the next chapters๐ | Itโs not the first time I received photos of my husband, Owen, cheating on me. After losing my parents, I was adopted by Owenโs 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, itโs been three years. But Owen had been acting very strange recently. These photos seemed to explain why... I had to confront him. โOwen?โ I called out. โOwen, 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: โNo, I donโt think I love her anymore.โ Owenโs words gave me icy chills. โHow 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 couldnโt believe what I heardโฆ โJosieโฆ? Were you with Josie?โ I asked with panic in my voice. I couldnโt 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 Owenโs 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 familyโs business. By now, he was the most successful CEO in the city. Although all women admired him, he remained single. I couldnโt believe such a wonderful man would confess to me. I didnโt know why he would fall in love with such an ordinary woman like me? Heโs 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. โDonโt be scared, Noah.โ โIโll protect you.โ โIโm willing to take responsibility.โ โNoah, 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 Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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ะงะธัะฐัั ัะปะตะดััััั ะณะปะฐะฒั๐ | ะะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ัะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ััะพ ะฝะตะทะฝะฐะบะพะผัะน ะผัะถัะธะฝะฐ, ั ะบะพัะพััะผ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟัะพะฒะตะปะฐ ัะฒะพั ะฟะตัะฒัั ะฑัะฐัะฝัั ะฝะพัั, ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปัั ะตะต ะทะฐะบะพะฝะฝัะผ ะผัะถะตะผ ะฟะพ ะดะพะณะพะฒะพัะตะฝะฝะพััะธ, ะพะฝะฐ ัะพัะปะฐ ั ัะผะฐ! ===== ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะะตััะพะฒะฐ ัะตะณะพะดะฝั ะฒััะปะฐ ะทะฐะผัะถ. ะ ะฝะตััะฐัััั ะดะปั ะฝะตั, ะถะตะฝะธั ะฐ ะฝะธะณะดะต ะฝะต ะฑัะปะพ ะฒะธะดะฝะพ. ะะฝะฐ ะพะณะปัะดะตะปะฐ ะฟััััั ะบะพะผะฝะฐัั, ะธ ะตั ะปะธัะพ ััะฐะปะพ ะฑะตะปัะผ, ัะปะพะฒะฝะพ ะฟัะพัััะฝั. ะะฝะฐ ััะฒััะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ัะตะฑั ัะพะฒะตััะตะฝะฝะพ ัะฝะธะถะตะฝะฝะพะน. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะต ะถะตะปะฐะปะฐ ัะตัะฟะตัั ััะพ ะพัะบะพัะฑะปะตะฝะธะต! ะะพ ััะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะตะปะฐัั? ะก ัะฐะผะพะณะพ ัะพะถะดะตะฝะธั ะฒัะต ะฐัะฟะตะบัั ะตั ะถะธะทะฝะธ ะบะพะฝััะพะปะธัะพะฒะฐะปะธัั ะดััะณะธะผะธ ะปัะดัะผะธ. ะกะฐะผะพ ัะพะฑะพะน ัะฐะทัะผะตะตััั, ััะพ ะบะฐัะฐะปะพัั ะธ ะตั ะทะฐะผัะถะตััะฒะฐ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปั ะฟัะธะฝัะดะธะป ะบ ััะพะผั ัะพัะทั ะพัะตั, ัะตะปะพะฒะตะบ, ะบะพัะพััะผ ัะฟัะฐะฒะปัะปะฐ ะถะฐะดะฝะพััั. ะั ะดะตะดััะบะฐ ัะฐะฑะพัะฐะป ัะพัััะพะผ ั ะ ะพะดะธะพะฝะฐ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒะฐ, ะณะปะฐะฒั ะผะพะณััะตััะฒะตะฝะฝะพะน ัะตะผัะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒัั . ะะพ ะดะพัะฐะดะฝะพะน ัะปััะฐะนะฝะพััะธ ะพะฝะธ ะฟะพะฟะฐะปะธ ะฒ ัะถะฐัะฝัั ะฐะฒะฐัะธั, ะฒ ะบะพัะพัะพะน ะดะตะด ะะฐะผะธะปะปั ะฟะพะณะธะฑ, ัะฟะฐัะฐั ะ ะพะดะธะพะฝะฐ. ะ ะฟะพัะปะตะดะฝะธะต ะผะตัััั ะฝะตะฑะพะปััะฐั ะบะพะผะฟะฐะฝะธั, ะบะพัะพัะพะน ัะฟัะฐะฒะปัะปะฐ ะตั ัะตะผัั, ะฒะตะทะดะต ะธ ะฒััะดั ะฟะพะณััะทะปะฐ ะฒ ะพะณัะพะผะฝัั ะดะพะปะณะฐั . ะะฝะธ ะฝะฐั ะพะดะธะปะธัั ะฝะฐ ะณัะฐะฝะธ ะฑะฐะฝะบัะพัััะฒะฐ. ะะตัะผะพััั ะฝะฐ ััะพ, ะตั ั ะธัััะน ะพัะตั ะพัะบะฐะทะฐะปัั ะฟัะพัะธัั ะฟะพะผะพัะธ ั ัะตะผัะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒัั , ะทะฝะฐั, ััะพ ััะพ ะพัะผะตะฝะธั ะดะพะปะณ, ะบะพัะพััะน ะพะฝะธ ะดะพะปะถะฝั ะฑัะปะธ ัะตะผัะต ะะตััะพะฒัั . ะะผะตััะพ ััะพะณะพ ะพะฝ ะฟัะธะดัะผะฐะป ะฟะปะฐะฝ, ัะพะณะปะฐัะฝะพ ะบะพัะพัะพะผั ะฒะฝัะบ ะ ะพะดะธะพะฝะฐ, ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒ, ะถะตะฝะธััั ะฝะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะต. ะฃัะธััะฒะฐั ะฑะพะณะฐัััะฒะพ ัะตะผัะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒัั , ะพะฝะธ ะฑัะปะธ ัะฒะตัะตะฝั, ััะพ ัะต ะดะฐะดัั ะฑะพะปััะธะต ะดะตะฝัะณะธ ะฒ ะพะฑะผะตะฝ ะฝะฐ ััะบั ะธ ัะตัะดัะต ะะฐะผะธะปะปั. ะ, ะฒ ะบะฐัะตััะฒะต ะดะพะฟะพะปะฝะธัะตะปัะฝะพะณะพ ะฑะพะฝััะฐ, ะพะฝะธ, ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั, ัััะฐะฝะพะฒะธะปะธ ะฑั ะฑะพะปะตะต ะฟัะพัะฝัั ัะฒัะทั ั ัะตะผััะน ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒัั , ะบะพัะพัะฐั ะฑัะปะฐ ะฑั ะทะฐะบะพะฝะฝะพ ัะบัะตะฟะปะตะฝะฐ. ะ ะฐะทัะผะตะตััั, ัะตะผัั ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒัั ะฝะต ะผะพะณะปะฐ ะฟะพะทะฒะพะปะธัั ัะตะฑะต ะพัะบะฐะทะฐัััั ะพั ััะพะณะพ ะฟัะตะดะปะพะถะตะฝะธั, ะธะฝะฐัะต ะพะฝะธ ัะธัะบะพะฒะฐะปะธ ะฟะพัะตัััั ะปะธัะพ ะฒ ัะพะผ ะธะปะธ ะธะฝะพะผ ัะปััะฐะต. ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ัะตัะธะป ะฒััะฐะทะธัั ัะฒะพั ะฝะตะดะพะฒะพะปัััะฒะพ ะฒัะตะผ ััะธะผ, ะฝะต ัะฒะธะฒัะธัั ะฝะฐ ะฑะฐะฝะบะตั, ั ะพัั ะฝะฐ ะฝัะผ ะฝะต ะฟัะธัััััะฒะพะฒะฐะปะพ ะฝะธะบะพะณะพ, ะบัะพะผะต ัะปะตะฝะพะฒ ัะตะผะตะน. ะะฝ ัะฐะบะถะต ะพัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะะฐะผะธะปะปะต ะฒ ะธัะฟะพะปัะทะพะฒะฐะฝะธะธ ัะฐะผะธะปะธะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒัั ะธ ะทะฐะฟัะตัะธะป ะตะน ะณะพะฒะพัะธัั ะปัะดัะผ, ััะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะตะณะพ ะถะตะฝะฐ. ะะฐ ะฟัะพััะถะตะฝะธะธ ะฒัะตะณะพ ััะพะณะพ, ะพั ะฝะฐัะฐะปะฐ ะธ ะดะพ ะบะพะฝัะฐ, ะฝะธะบัะพ ะฝะต ะฟะพัััะดะธะปัั ัะฟัะพัะธัั ะผะฝะตะฝะธะต ัะฐะผะพะน ะะฐะผะธะปะปั. ะกะตะนัะฐั ะพะฝะฐ ััะพะธั ั ะฟััะผะพะน ัะฟะธะฝะพะน ะธ ัะฐัะฟัะฐะฒะปะตะฝะฝัะผะธ ะฟะปะตัะฐะผะธ. ะั ัะตัะฝะธัั, ะฒะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพ, ัะปะตะณะบะฐ ะดัะพะถะฐะปะธ, ะฝะพ ะฒ ะณะปะฐะทะฐั ัะธัะฐะปะพัั ัะฟััะผััะฒะพ. ะะฝะฐ ะฝะต ัะพะฑะธัะฐะปะฐัั ะฟะพะดะดะฐะฒะฐัััั ัะฝะธะถะตะฝะธั. ะะพ ะบะฐะบ ะตะน ัะปะตะดัะตั ะฟะพัััะฟะธัั? ะ ัะพ ะฒัะตะผั, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ ัะฐะทะผััะปัะปะฐ ะพ ัะพะผ, ะบะฐะบ ะฟัะพะฒะตะดัั ะฟะตัะฒัั ะฑัะฐัะฝัั ะฝะพัั, ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะปััะธะปะฐ ัะพะพะฑัะตะฝะธะต ะพั ะพะดะฝะพะน ะธะท ัะฒะพะธั ะบะพะปะปะตะณ. ะะตะฝัะธะฝะฐ ะฟัะพัะธะปะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปั ะฟะพะดะผะตะฝะธัั ะตั ะฝะฐ ะฝะพัะฝะพะน ัะผะตะฝะต. ะขะฐ ะฝะต ััะฐะปะฐ ะดะพะปะณะพ ัะฐะทะดัะผัะฒะฐัั. ะะฝะฐ ะฒััะปะฐ ะธะท ะทะฐะปะฐ ะธ ะฒัะทะฒะฐะปะฐ ัะฐะบัะธ, ััะพะฑั ะพัะฟัะฐะฒะธัััั ะฒ ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั. ะะณะฝะพะฒะตะฝะธะตะผ ะฟะพะทะถะต ะพะฝะฐ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐัั ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัะต ะพัะดัั ะฐ ะฟะตััะพะฝะฐะปะฐ ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั, ะฟัะพะฒะตััั ะทะฐะฟะธัะธ ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝัะพะฒ, ะฐ ะตั ะฒะตัะตัะฝะตะต ะฟะปะฐััะต ะดะฐะฒะฝะพ ัะผะตะฝะธะปะพัั ะฑะตะปัะผ ะปะฐะฑะพัะฐัะพัะฝัะผ ั ะฐะปะฐัะพะผ. ะะฝะตะทะฐะฟะฝะพ ะดะฒะตัั ั ะณัะพะผะบะธะผ ัััะบะพะผ ัะฐัะฟะฐั ะฝัะปะฐัั ั ะฒะฝะตัะฝะตะน ััะพัะพะฝั ะธ ัะดะฐัะธะปะฐัั ะพ ััะตะฝั. ะะต ััะฟะตะปะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝััั ะณะปะฐะทะฐ, ััะพะฑั ะฒะทะณะปัะฝััั, ััะพ ะฟัะพะธัั ะพะดะธั, ะบะฐะบ ะดะฒะตัั ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ะทะฐั ะปะพะฟะฝัะปะฐัั. ะะฐัะตะผ ะพะฝะฐ ััะปััะฐะปะฐ ัะตะปัะพะบ ะฒัะบะปััะฐัะตะปั, ะธ ะฒ ะฟะพะผะตัะตะฝะธะธ ััะฐะปะพ ัะตะผะฝะพ. ะะพ ะตั ัะฟะธะฝะต ะฟัะพะฑะตะถะฐะป ั ะพะปะพะดะพะบ. ยซะัะพ...ยป ะะต ััะฟะตะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะดะพะณะพะฒะพัะธัั, ะบะฐะบ ะตั ัะพะปะบะฝัะปะธ ะฝะฐ ััะพะป. ะััะฐ ะบะฐะฝัะตะปัััะบะธั ะฟัะธะฝะฐะดะปะตะถะฝะพััะตะน ัะฟะฐะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะป, ะธ ะฒ ััะพั ะผะพะผะตะฝั ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพััะฒััะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ, ะบะฐะบ ะบ ะตั ัะตะต ะฟัะธะถะฐะปัั ั ะพะปะพะดะฝัะน ะพััััะน ะบ*ะฐะน ะฝ*ะถะฐ. ยซะขะธั ะพ!ยป - ัะฒะธัะตะฟะพ ะฟัะพัะตะฟัะฐะป ะฝะฐะฟะฐะดะฐะฒัะธะน. ะะตะฒััะบะฐ ะตะดะฒะฐ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ัะฐะทะณะปัะดะตัั ะปะธัะพ ะผัะถัะธะฝั, ั ะพัั ะตะณะพ ะณะปะฐะทะฐ ะฒัะดะตะปัะปะธัั. ะะฝะธ ะผะตััะฐะปะธ ะฒ ัััะบะปะพะผ ัะฒะตัะต, ะตะณะพ ะฒะทะณะปัะด ะฑัะป ะฟะพะปะพะฝ ะฑะดะธัะตะปัะฝะพััะธ. ะ ะฒะพะทะดัั ะต ะฒะพะบััะณ ะฝะธั ะฒะธัะฐะป ะทะฝะฐะบะพะผัะน ะทะฐะฟะฐั ะถะตะปะตะทะฐ, ะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะฝัะปะฐ, ััะพ ััะพั ัะตะปะพะฒะตะบ ัะฐะฝะตะฝ. ะะปะฐะณะพะดะฐัั ะผะฝะพะณะพะปะตัะฝะตะผั ะพะฑััะตะฝะธั ะธ ะพะฟััั ะฒัะฐัะฐ, ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะผะพะณะปะฐ ัะพั ัะฐะฝะธัั ัะฟะพะบะพะนััะฒะธะต. ะะฐัะตะผ ะพะฝะฐ ะผะตะดะปะตะฝะฝะพ ัะพะณะฝัะปะฐ ะพะดะฝั ะฝะพะณั, ะฟะปะฐะฝะธััั ะฐัะฐะบะพะฒะฐัั ะผัะถัะธะฝั ะบะพะปะตะฝะพะผ. ะะพ ัะพั ะฒะธะดะตะป ะตั ะฝะฐัะบะฒะพะทั. ะะฐะบ ัะพะปัะบะพ ะพะฝ ะฟะพััะฒััะฒะพะฒะฐะป ะตั ะดะฒะธะถะตะฝะธะต, ัะพ ั ัะธะปะพะน ัะถะฐะป ะตั ะฝะพะณะธ ะฒะผะตััะต ะธ ะฟัะธะถะฐะป ะบ ััะพะปั ัะฒะพะธะผะธ ะผะพัะฝัะผะธ ะฑัะดัะฐะผะธ. ะะดััะณ ะฒ ะบะพัะธะดะพัะต ะฟะพัะปััะฐะปัั ััะผ ัะฐะณะพะฒ. ะะฝะธ ะฝะฐะฟัะฐะฒะปัะปะธัั ะฟััะผะพ ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัั ะพัะดัั ะฐ ะฟะตััะพะฝะฐะปะฐ. ยซะััััะตะต, ั ะฒะธะดะตะปะฐ, ะบะฐะบ ะพะฝ ััะป ััะดะฐ!ยป ะะพััะฐัะพัะฝะพ ะฑัะปะพ ะพะดะฝะพะณะพ ะบัะธะบะฐ ะพ ะฟะพะผะพัะธ, ะธ ััะธ ะปัะดะธ ะฒะพัะฒะฐะปะธัั ะฑั ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัั. ะััะฐัะฒัะธัั, ะผัะถัะธะฝะฐ ะพะฟัััะธะป ะณะพะปะพะฒั ะธ ะฟะพ**ะปะพะฒะฐะป ะะฐะผะธะปะปั. ะะฝะฐ ััะฐะปะฐ ะฑะพัะพัััั ะธ ะฑัะปะฐ ัะดะธะฒะปะตะฝะฐ ัะตะผ, ััะพ ัะผะพะณะปะฐ ะปะตะณะบะพ ะพััะพะปะบะฝััั ะตะณะพ. ะขะตะผ ะฑะพะปะตะต, ััะพ ะผัะถัะธะฝะฐ ะฑะพะปััะต ะฝะต ัะณัะพะถะฐะป ะตะน ะฝ*ะถะพะผ. ะััะปะธ ะดะตะฒััะบะธ ะทะฐะผะตัะฐะปะธัั. ะ ััะพั ะผะพะผะตะฝั ัะพั, ะบัะพ ะฝะฐั ะพะดะธะปัั ะฟะพ ัั ััะพัะพะฝั ะดะฒะตัะธ, ัั ะฒะฐัะธะปัั ะทะฐ ัััะบั. ะัะธะฝัะฒ ัะตัะตะฝะธะต, ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟัะธััะฝัะปะฐ ะผัะถัะธะฝั ะบ ัะตะฑะต ะธ ะพะฑะฒะธะปะฐ ััะบะฐะผะธ ะตะณะพ ัะตั. ะะฐ ััะพั ัะฐะท ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพ**ะปะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะตะณะพ. ยซะฏ ะผะพะณั ะฒะฐะผ ะฟะพะผะพััยป, - ะฟัะพะฑะพัะผะพัะฐะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะด ะฝะพั, ะฝะฐะดะตััั, ััะพ ะตั ัััะฐั ะฝะต ะฑัะป ะทะฐะผะตัะตะฝ. ะัะถัะธะฝะฐ ััะผะฝะพ ัะณะปะพัะฝัะป. ะะผั ะฟะพััะตะฑะพะฒะฐะปะฐัั ัะตะบัะฝะดะฐ, ััะพะฑั ะฟัะธะฝััั ัะตัะตะฝะธะต, ะทะฐัะตะผ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพััะฒััะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะตะณะพ ะณะพัััะตะต ะดัั ะฐะฝะธะต ั ัะฒะพะตะณะพ ัั ะฐ: ยซะฏ ะฒะพะทัะผั ะฝะฐ ัะตะฑั ะพัะฒะตัััะฒะตะฝะฝะพััั ะทะฐ ััะพยป. ะะณะพ ะณะพะปะพั ะฑัะป ะฝะธะทะบะธะผ ะธ ะฟัะธััะณะฐัะตะปัะฝัะผ. ะะพ ะพะฝ, ะฟะพั ะพะถะต, ะฝะตะฟัะฐะฒะธะปัะฝะพ ะฟะพะฝัะป. ะะฝะฐ ั ะพัะตะปะฐ, ััะพะฑั ะฒัั ััะพ ะฑัะปะพ ะฟัะธัะฒะพัััะฒะพะผ. ะะฝ ะฝะต ะดะพะปะถะตะฝ ะฑัะป ะฝะธ ะทะฐ ััะพ ะฑัะฐัั ะพัะฒะตัััะฒะตะฝะฝะพััั. ะ ัะปะตะดััััั ัะตะบัะฝะดั ะดะฒะตัั ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ัะฐัะฟะฐั ะฝัะปะฐัั. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะธ ะผัะถัะธะฝะฐ ััั ะถะต ัะปะธะปะธัั ะฒ ะพัะตัะตะดะฝะพะผ ะฟะพ**ะปัะต. ะะตัะผะพััั ะฝะฐ ะธั ะทะฐัััะดะฝะธัะตะปัะฝะพะต ะฟะพะปะพะถะตะฝะธะต, ะผัะถัะธะฝะฐ ะพะฑะฝะฐััะถะธะป, ััะพ ะตะณะพ ัะตะปะพ ััะตะฐะณะธัะพะฒะฐะปะพ ะฝะฐ ะทะฒัะบ. ะะฝ ะผะพะณ ะฑั ะฟะพัะตัััััั ะฒ ะฝัะผ, ะตัะปะธ ะฑั ะปัะดะธ ะทะฐ ะดะฒะตััั ะฝะต ะทะฐะณะพะฒะพัะธะปะธ. ยซะง*ัั ะฒ*ะทัะผะธ! ะะฐ ััะพ ะถะต ะฟัะพััะพ ั**ัััะฐััั ะฟะฐัะพัะบะฐ. ะงัะฒะฐะบ, ะพะฝะธ ะธ ะฒะฟัะฐะฒะดั ะทะฐะฝะธะผะฐัััั ััะธะผ ะฒ ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัะต. ะะผะตะนัะต ั ะพัั ะฝะตะผะฝะพะณะพ ะฟัะธะปะธัะธั!ยป ะกะฒะตั ะธะท ะบะพัะธะดะพัะฐ ะฟัะพะฝะธะบะฐะป ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัั, ะพะฑะฝะฐะถะฐั ะฟะฐัั. ะะดะฝะฐะบะพ ัะตะปะพ ะผัะถัะธะฝั ะฑัะปะพ ะพะฑั ะฒะฐัะตะฝะพ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะพะน, ัะบััะฒะฐั ะตะณะพ ะปะธัะพ ะพั ะปัะฑะพะฟััะฝัั ะณะปะฐะท ะฝะตะทะฒะฐะฝัั ะณะพััะตะน. ยซะงัะพ ะถ, ััะพ ัะพัะฝะพ ะฝะต ะะธัะฐะปะธะน. ะญัะพั ัะฑะปัะดะพะบ ััะถะตะปะพ ัะฐะฝะตะฝ. ะะตะฒะฐะถะฝะพ, ะฝะฐัะบะพะปัะบะพ ัะพะฑะปะฐะทะฝะธัะตะปัะฝะฐ ะถะตะฝัะธะฝะฐ, ั ัะพะผะฝะตะฒะฐััั, ััะพ ั ะฝะตะณะพ ั ะฒะฐัะธั ัะธะป ัะดะตะปะฐัั ั ะฝะตะน ััะพ-ะฝะธะฑัะดัยป. ยซะะพ, ััะฒะฐะบ, ััะฐ ะถะตะฝัะธะฝะฐ ะธะทะดะฐัั ะดะพะฒะพะปัะฝะพ ะฟัะธััะฝัะต ะทะฒัะบะธ, ะฐ?ยป ยซะะฐัะบะฝะธัั ะธ ะฟะพัะตะฒะตะปะธะฒะฐะนัั! ะะฐะผ ะฝัะถะฝะพ ะฝะฐะนัะธ ะะธัะฐะปะธั ะบะฐะบ ะผะพะถะฝะพ ัะบะพัะตะต, ะธะฝะฐัะต ะผั ะฟะพัะตััะตะผ ะณะพะปะพะฒั!ยป ะะพัะปััะฐะปัั ัะพัะพั ะธ ัะพะฟะพั ะฝะพะณ, ะธ ะผัะถัะธะฝั ะฑัะพัะธะปะธัั ะฟัะพัั, ะฐ ะดะฒะตัั ะฒะตัะฝัะปะฐัั ะฒ ัะฒะพั ะธัั ะพะดะฝะพะต ะฟะพะปะพะถะตะฝะธะต. ะัะถัะธะฝะฐ ะทะฝะฐะป, ััะพ ะตะณะพ ะฟัะตัะปะตะดะพะฒะฐัะตะปะธ ััะปะธ, ะฝะพ ะพัะพะทะฝะฐะฝะธะต ัะพะณะพ, ััะพ ัะตะฟะตัั ะพะฝะธ ะพััะฐะปะธัั ะพะดะฝะธ, ะฟะพะดะตะนััะฒะพะฒะฐะปะพ ะฝะฐ ะตะณะพ ัะฐะผะพะพะฑะปะฐะดะฐะฝะธะต. ะะฝ ะฟัะพััะพ ัะพัะฒะฐะปัั, ะธ ะฝะตะพะถะธะดะฐะฝะฝะฐั ะฒะพะปะฝะฐ ะฟ**ะพัะธ ะทะฐั ะปะตััะฝัะปะฐ ะตะณะพ. ะญัะพั ะฟะพัะพะบ ะถะต**ะฝะธั ะฝะต ะพะฑะพััะป ััะพัะพะฝะพะน ะธ ะะฐะผะธะปะปั. ะะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพ, ะดะตะปะพ ะฑัะปะพ ะฒ ะธั ะฑะปะธะทะพััะธ, ะธะปะธ ะฒ ัะพะผ, ะบะฐะบ ะธะฝัะธะผะฝะพ ะพะฝะธ ะบะฐัะฐะปะธัั ะดััะณ ะดััะณะฐ, ะฐ ะผะพะถะตั ะฑััั, ะฒะพ ะฒะฝะตะทะฐะฟะฝะพะผ ะฟัะธะปะธะฒะต ะฐะดัะตะฝะฐะปะธะฝะฐ, ะฝะพ ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะฒะตัั ะฝะพััั ะฟะพะดะฝัะปะฐัั ะฑัะฝัะฐััะบะฐั ะถะธะปะบะฐ, ะพ ะบะพัะพัะพะน ะพะฝะฐ ะดะฐะถะต ะฝะต ะฟะพะดะพะทัะตะฒะฐะปะฐ. ะะพ ััะพะณะพ ะผะพะผะตะฝัะฐ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ ะถะธะปะฐ ัะตัะพะน ะพะดะฝะพะพะฑัะฐะทะฝะพะน ะถะธะทะฝัั, ะฒัะตะณะดะฐ ะฟะพะดัะธะฝัััั ะฟัะฐะฒะธะปะฐะผ ะธ ะฟะปะฐะฝะฐะผ, ัััะฐะฝะพะฒะปะตะฝะฝัะผ ะดะปั ะฝะตั ะดััะณะธะผะธ. ะะฐ ััะพั ัะฐะท - ั ะพัั ะฑั ัะฐะท - ะพะฝะฐ ัะพะฑะธัะฐะปะฐัั ะฟะพะฑะฐะปะพะฒะฐัั ัะตะฑั. ะะตะฒััะบะฐ ะพัะฑัะพัะธะปะฐ ัะฒะพะธ ะทะฐะฟัะตัั ะธ ะฟัะตะดะพััะฐะฒะธะปะฐ ะผัะถัะธะฝะต ัะฒะพะฑะพะดั ะดะตะนััะฒะธะน, ััะพะฑั ะพะฝ ะดะตะปะฐะป ะฒัั, ััะพ ะทะฐั ะพัะตั. ะะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะธ ะทะฐะบะพะฝัะธะปะธ, ะผัะถัะธะฝะฐ ะฝะตะถะฝะพ ะฟะพัะตะปะพะฒะฐะป ะตั ะฒ ััะบั. ยซะฏ ะฟัะธะดั ะทะฐ ัะพะฑะพะนยป, - ะฟัะพัะตะฟัะฐะป ะพะฝ, ะฒ ะตะณะพ ะณะพะปะพัะต ะฒัั ะตัั ัะปััะฐะปะธัั ะพัะณะพะปะพัะบะธ ะฝะฐัะปะฐะถะดะตะฝะธั. ะ ะทะฐัะตะผ ะพะฝ ัััะป, ัะฐะบ ะถะต ะฒะฝะตะทะฐะฟะฝะพ, ะบะฐะบ ะธ ะฟัะธััะป. ะัะพัะปะพ ะฝะตะผะฐะปะพ ะฒัะตะผะตะฝะธ, ะฟัะตะถะดะต ัะตะผ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะผะพะณะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝััััั ะฝะฐ ะฝะพะณะธ. ะขะธัะธะฝั ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัะต ะฝะฐัััะธะป ะทะฒะพะฝะพะบ ะตั ัะตะปะตัะพะฝะฐ. ะะฝะฐ ะพะณะปัะดะตะปะฐัั ะธ ะพะฑะฝะฐััะถะธะปะฐ, ััะพ ะพะฝ ะปะตะถะธั ะฝะฐ ะบัะฐั ััะพะปะฐ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัั ะฒะฐัะธะปะฐ ัะตะปะตัะพะฝ, ะฟะพะบะฐ ะพะฝ ะฝะต ัะฟะฐะป, ะธ ะฝะฐะถะฐะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะบะฝะพะฟะบั ะพัะฒะตัะฐ. ยซะะพะบัะพั! - ัะฐะทะดะฐะปัั ะฒะทะฒะพะปะฝะพะฒะฐะฝะฝัะน ะณะพะปะพั. -ะ ัะตะฝัั ะฝะตะพัะปะพะถะฝะพะน ะฟะพะผะพัะธ ัะพะปัะบะพ ััะพ ะฟัะธะฒะตะทะปะธ ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝัะฐ. ะะฝ ะฟะพะฟะฐะป ะฒ ะฐะฒะฐัะธั ะธ ะฟะพะปััะธะป ัะตัััะทะฝัะต ััะฐะฒะผั. ะะฐะผ ะฝัะถะฝะพ, ััะพะฑั ะฒั ะฝะตะผะตะดะปะตะฝะฝะพ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะธ ะตะผั ะฟะพะผะพัั!ยป ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟัะพัะธััะธะปะฐ ะณะพัะปะพ, ััะพะฑั ะณะพะปะพั ะทะฒััะฐะป ัะพะฒะฝะพ: ยซะฅะพัะพัะพ, ั ะฑัะดั ัะตัะตะท ะผะธะฝัััยป. ะะฝะฐ ะฟะพะปะพะถะธะปะฐ ัััะฑะบั ะธ ะฝะฐะฟัะฐะฒะธะปะฐัั ะบ ะดะฒะตัะธ, ะฝะพ ะพััะฐะฝะพะฒะธะปะฐัั ะฝะฐ ะฟะพัะพะณะต. ะะฝะฐ ะพะณะปัะดะตะปะฐ ัะตะฑั. ะะฝะฐ ะธ ะฒะฟัะฐะฒะดั ะทะฐะฝัะปะฐัั ั*ะบัะพะผ ั ะฝะตะทะฝะฐะบะพะผัะตะผ ะฒ ัะฒะพั ะฑัะฐัะฝัั ะฝะพัั. ะญัะพ ะฑัะป ัะฐะผัะน ะฒะพะทะผััะธัะตะปัะฝัะน ะฟะพัััะฟะพะบ ะฒ ะตั ะถะธะทะฝะธ! ะะพ ัะตะนัะฐั ะฑัะปะพ ะฝะต ะฒัะตะผั ะฟัะฐะทะดะฝะพะฒะฐัั ัะฒะพะน ะฟะพัััะฟะพะบ ะธะปะธ ัะฐะทะผััะปััั ะพ ะตะณะพ ะฟะพัะปะตะดััะฒะธัั . ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟัะธะฒะตะปะฐ ัะตะฑั ะฒ ะฟะพััะดะพะบ ะธ ะพัะฟัะฐะฒะธะปะฐัั ะฒ ัะตะฝัั ัะบัััะตะฝะฝะพะน ะฟะพะผะพัะธ. ะะตัั ะพััะฐัะพะบ ะฝะพัะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ะทะฐะฝััะฐ ัะฐะฑะพัะพะน. ะะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั ะพัะฒะพะฑะพะดะธะปะฐัั, ัะถะต ะฑะปะธะทะธะปัั ัะฐััะฒะตั. ะะตัะฝัะฒัะธัั ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัั ะพัะดัั ะฐ ะฟะตััะพะฝะฐะปะฐ, ะพะฝะฐ ะพะฑะฝะฐััะถะธะปะฐ, ััะพ ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัะต ะฑัะปะพ ะฒัั ัะฐะบ ะถะต ะณััะทะฝะพ. ะ ัะบะธ ะดะตะฒััะบะธ ัะถะฐะปะธัั ะฒ ะบัะปะฐะบะธ, ะฐ ะฒ ะณะพะปะพะฒะต ะฟัะพะฝะตัะปะธัั ะฒะพัะฟะพะผะธะฝะฐะฝะธั ะพ ะฑััะฝะพะผ ะฟัะพัะปะพะน ะฝะพััั. ยซะกะฟะฐัะธะฑะพ, ััะพ ะฟะพะดะผะตะฝะธะปะฐ ะผะตะฝั, ะดะพะบัะพั ะะตััะพะฒะฐยป, - ะบะพะปะปะตะณะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปั, ะฏะฝะฐ ะะณะฐัะพะฝะพะฒะฐ, ะฒะพัะปะฐ ั ะฑะปะฐะณะพะดะฐัะฝะพะน ัะปัะฑะบะพะน. ะขะฐ ะฒัะดะฐะฒะธะปะฐ ะธะท ัะตะฑั ัะปัะฑะบั: ยซะะพะถะฐะปัะนััะฐยป. ยซะะฐะปััะต ั ัะฟัะฐะฒะปััั ัะฐะผะฐ. ะขะตะฑะต ัะปะตะดัะตั ะฒะตัะฝััััั ะธ ะฝะตะผะฝะพะณะพ ะพัะดะพั ะฝััั, - ะฏะฝะฐ ะฟะพัะผะพััะตะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะฑัะผะฐะณะธ, ัะฐะทะฑัะพัะฐะฝะฝัะต ะฟะพ ะฟะพะปั, ะธ ะฟัะธะฟะพะดะฝัะปะฐ ะฑัะพะฒะธ. - ะงัะพ ะทะดะตัั ะฟัะพะธะทะพัะปะพ? ะะพัะตะผั ะฒัั ะฒะฐะปัะตััั ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะปั?ยป ะะฐะผะธะปะฐ ะฒ ะฟะฐะฝะธะบะต ะพัะฒะตะปะฐ ะณะปะฐะทะฐ ะธ ะพัะฒะตัะธะปะฐ: ยซะะน, ั ัะปััะฐะนะฝะพ ััะพะฝะธะปะฐ ะธั . ะะพะถะฐะปัะนััะฐ, ะฟัะธะฑะตัะธัั ะทะดะตัั. ะฏ ัััะฐะปะฐ, ะฟะพััะพะผั ะฟะพะนะดัยป. ะฏะฝะต ะฟะพะบะฐะทะฐะปัั ัััะฐะฝะฝัะผ ะพัะฒะตั ะะฐะผะธะปะปั, ะฝะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ะฟัะธะดะฐะปะฐ ััะพะผั ะทะฝะฐัะตะฝะธั. ะะฝะธ ะฟะพะฟัะพัะฐะปะธัั, ะธ ะถะตะฝัะธะฝะฐ ะฟัะธะฝัะปะฐัั ัะพะฑะธัะฐัั ัะฐะทะฑัะพัะฐะฝะฝัะต ะฒะตัะธ. ะะฝะฐ ะตะดะฒะฐ ััะฟะตะปะฐ ะฝะฐัะฐัั, ะบะฐะบ ะฒ ะดะฒะตััั ะฟะพัะฒะธะปัั ัะฐะผ ะดะธัะตะบัะพั ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั, ะฐ ะทะฐ ะฝะธะผ - ะฟะพะผะพัะฝะธะบ ะะธัะฐะปะธั. ะะปะฐะฒะฐ 2 ะงัะฒััะฒะพ ะฒะธะฝั ยซะญัะพ ะฒัะฐั, ะดะตะถััะธะฒัะฐั ะฒัะตัะฐ ะฒะตัะตัะพะผ, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะดะธัะตะบัะพั ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั. - ะะพะบัะพั ะฏะฝะฐ ะะณะฐัะพะฝะพะฒะฐยป. ะััะธััะตะฝั ะะธัะฐะปะธั, ะะตะฝะธั ะัะปะพะฒ, ะฒะพััะป ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัั ะธ ะฟะพัะผะพััะตะป ะฝะฐ ัะฐะฑะปะธัะบั ั ะธะผะตะฝะตะผ ะฝะฐ ะปะฐะฑะพัะฐัะพัะฝะพะผ ั ะฐะปะฐัะต ะฏะฝั. ยซะะพะนะดัะผัะต ัะพ ะผะฝะพะนยป. ะฏะฝะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ะฒ ะทะฐะผะตัะฐัะตะปัััะฒะต. ยซะัะดะฐ ะผั ะธะดัะผ?ยป ะะพ ะดะธัะตะบัะพั ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั ะฝะต ะทะฐั ะพัะตะป ะพัะฒะตัะฐัั ะฝะฐ ะตั ะฒะพะฟัะพั. ะะฝ ั ัะธะปะพะน ะฟะพััะฝัะป ะตั ะทะฐ ััะบั ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะป: ยซะัะพััะพ ะฟะพะนะดัะผัะต. ะะต ะทะฐััะฐะฒะปัะนัะต ะณะพัะฟะพะดะธะฝะฐ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒะฐ ะถะดะฐััยป. ะัะบะพัะต ะพะฝะฐ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐัั ะฒ ะบะฐะฑะธะฝะตัะต ะดะธัะตะบัะพัะฐ ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั. ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ัะธะดะตะป ะฝะฐ ะดะธะฒะฐะฝะต, ะตะณะพ ั ัะดะพัะฐะฒะพะต ะธ ะผััะบัะปะธััะพะต ัะตะปะพ ะพัะบะธะฝัะปะพัั ะฝะฐะทะฐะด ะฒ ะฝะตะฟัะธะฝัะถะดัะฝะฝะพะน ะฟะพะทะต, ะฐ ะดะปะธะฝะฝัะต ะฝะพะณะธ ะฑัะปะธ ัะบัะตัะตะฝั ะฟะตัะตะด ะฝะธะผ. ะัะถะฝะพ ะฑัะปะพ ะธะผะตัั ะพััััะน ะณะปะฐะท ะธ ะฟัะธัะผะพััะตัััั ะฟะพะฒะฝะธะผะฐัะตะปัะฝะตะต, ััะพะฑั ะฟะพะฝััั, ััะพ ะตะณะพ ะณัะฑั ะฑัะปะธ ะฑะปะตะดะฝะตะต ะพะฑััะฝะพะณะพ. ะ ััะฐัััั, ัะตะทะบะธะน ะทะฐะฟะฐั ะดะตะทะธะฝัะธัะธััััะตะณะพ ััะตะดััะฒะฐ, ะบะพัะพััะผ ะฑัะปะธ ะฟัะพะฟะธัะฐะฝั ััะตะฝั ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั, ัะบััะฒะฐะป ะทะฐะฟะฐั ะบ**ะฒะธ ะฝะฐ ะตะณะพ ะบะพะถะต. ะะฝ ะฑัะป ะพะดะตั ะฒ ัะธัััะน ัััะฝัะน ะบะพัััะผ, ะบะพัะพััะน ัะฐะบะถะต ะฟะพะผะพะณ ัะบัััั ะบัะฐัะฝัะต ะฟััะฝะฐ, ะฒ ะฟัะพัะธะฒะฝะพะผ ัะปััะฐะต ะฒัััะตะฒะพะถะธะฒัะธะต ะฑั ะฒัะตั ะพะบััะถะฐััะธั . ะ ะตะณะพ ะฒััะฐะถะตะฝะธะธ ะปะธัะฐ ััะฒััะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐัั ะถัััะบะพััั, ะบะพัะพัะฐั ัะฐะบ ะธ ะณะพะฒะพัะธะปะฐ, ะฑัะดัะพ ะพะฝ ะฟะพะฑัะฒะฐะป ะฒ ัะฐะผะพะผ ะฐะดั, ะธ ััะพ ั ะฝะธะผ ะฝะต ััะพะธั ัััะธัั. ะะตะฝะธั ะฟะพะดะพััะป ะบ ะดะธะฒะฐะฝั ะธ ะฝะฐะบะปะพะฝะธะปัั ะฟะพะฑะปะธะถะต, ััะพะฑั ะฟัะพัะตะฟัะฐัั ะะธัะฐะปะธั ะฝะฐ ัั ะพ: ยซะะธะดะตะพะทะฐะฟะธัะธ ั ะบะฐะผะตั ะฝะฐะฑะปัะดะตะฝะธั ะฟัะพัะปะพะน ะฝะพัะธ ะฑัะปะธ ะฝะฐะผะตัะตะฝะฝะพ ะฟะพะดะดะตะปะฐะฝั, ัะบะพัะตะต ะฒัะตะณะพ, ััะพ ัะดะตะปะฐะปะธ ะฒะฐัะธ ะฝะฐะฟะฐะดะฐะฒัะธะต. ะะฝะธ ะฟะพะดัะธััะธะปะธ ัะปะตะดั ะธ ัะฑัะฐะปะธ ะฒัะต ะฒะพะทะผะพะถะฝัะต ัะปะธะบะธ. ะญัะพ ะดะพะบัะพั ะฏะฝะฐ ะะณะฐัะพะฝะพะฒะฐ, ะดะตะถััะธะฒัะฐั ะฟัะพัะปะพะน ะฝะพััั. ะะธัะตะบัะพั ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั ัะฐะผ ะฟะพะดัะฒะตัะดะธะป ััะพ. ะฏ ัะฐะบะถะต ะฟะตัะตะฟัะพะฒะตัะธะป ะทะฐะฟะธัะธ. ะญัะพ ะดะตะนััะฒะธัะตะปัะฝะพ ะพะฝะฐยป. ะขะพะปัะบะพ ัะพะณะดะฐ ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ะฟะพะดะฝัะป ะณะปะฐะทะฐ. ะฃ ะฏะฝั ัะตะทะบะพ ะฟะตัะตั ะฒะฐัะธะปะพ ะดัั ะฐะฝะธะต ะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะฝัะปะฐ, ััะพ ะฟะตัะตะด ะฝะตะน ัะฐะผ ะฑะพัั ะบะพัะฟะพัะฐัะธะธ ยซะะฐัะฐะผะฐัะฝัยป. ยซะั ัะพั ัะตะปะพะฒะตะบ, ะบะพัะพััะน ะฟะพะผะพะณ ะผะฝะต ะฟัะพัะปะพะน ะฝะพััั?ยป - ัะฟัะพัะธะป ะะธัะฐะปะธะน, ะพะณะปัะดัะฒะฐั ะตั ั ะณะพะปะพะฒั ะดะพ ะฝะพะณ. ะฏะฝะฐ ััั ะถะต ะฟัะธะณะฝัะปะฐ ะณะพะปะพะฒั, ะฝะต ัะตัะฐััั ะฒัััะตัะธัััั ั ะณัะพะทะฝัะผ ะฒะทะณะปัะดะพะผ ะผัะถัะธะฝั. ยซะะฐ... ะญ-ััะพ ะฑัะปะฐ ัยป, - ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ัะพะฒัะตะผ ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐะปะฐ, ะพ ััะผ ะธะดัั ัะตัั, ะฝะพ ะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ััะพ ะฒ ะตั ะธะฝัะตัะตัะฐั ะฒะพะนัะธ ะฒ ะดะพะฒะตัะธะต ะบ ะะธัะฐะปะธั ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒั. ะัะณะพะดะฐ ะฝะต ะทะฐััะฐะฒะธั ัะตะฑั ะถะดะฐัั. ะขะฐะบ ัะปััะธะปะพัั, ััะพ ะฒ ะฆะตะฝััะฐะปัะฝะพะผ ะฒะพะตะฝะฝะพะผ ะณะพัะฟะธัะฐะปะต ัะพะฑะธัะฐะปะธัั ะพัะพะฑัะฐัั ะบะฐะฝะดะธะดะฐัะพะฒ ะดะปั ะฟัะพั ะพะถะดะตะฝะธั ะฟัะฐะบัะธะบะธ. ะ ั ะพัั ััะพ ะฑัะปะพ ะพะฑะพะทะฝะฐัะตะฝะพ ะบะฐะบ ัะฐะบะพะฒะพะต, ะฒัะต ะฒ ััะพะน ะพััะฐัะปะธ ะทะฝะฐะปะธ, ััะพ ะธะฝัะตัะฝั ะฒ ะบะพะฝะตัะฝะพะผ ะธัะพะณะต ะฑัะดัั ะฟัะธะฝััั ะฝะฐ ัะฐะฑะพัั ะธ ะดะพะถะธะฒัั ะดะพ ะบะพะฝัะฐ ัะฒะพะตะน ะบะฐััะตัั ะฒ ััะพะผ ัััะตะถะดะตะฝะธะธ. ะัะปะธ ัะถ ะฝะฐ ัะพ ะฟะพัะปะพ, ะฆะตะฝััะฐะปัะฝัะน ะฒะพะตะฝะฝัะน ะณะพัะฟะธัะฐะปั ะธะผะตะป ะดะพัััะฟ ะบ ัะตััััะฐะผ, ะบะพัะพััะต ะฑัะปะธ ะฝะฐะผะฝะพะณะพ ะปัััะต, ัะตะผ ะฒ ััะพะน ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัะต. ะฏะฝะฐ ะฟะปะฐะฝะธัะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะฟะพะดััะถะธัััั ั ะะธัะฐะปะธะตะผ ะฒ ะฝะฐะดะตะถะดะต ะธัะฟะพะปัะทะพะฒะฐัั ะตะณะพ ัะฒัะทะธ, ััะพะฑั ะฟะพะฟะฐััั ะฒ ะปััััั ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั. ยซะฏ ะผะพะณั ะบะพะผะฟะตะฝัะธัะพะฒะฐัั ัะตะฑะต ะฒัะตะผ, ัะตะผ ัั ะทะฐั ะพัะตัั, ะดะฐะถะต ะฑัะฐะบะพะผยป, - ะฒะฝะตะทะฐะฟะฝะพ ะฟัะตัะฒะฐะป ะตั ะผััะปะธ ั ะพะปะพะดะฝัะน ะณะพะปะพั ะะธัะฐะปะธั. ะะณะพ ะปะธัะพ ะพััะฐะฒะฐะปะพัั ะพััััะฐะฝัะฝะฝัะผ, ะฝะพ ะผััะปั ะพ ะฒัะตัะฐัะฝะตะน ะฝะพัะธ ัะผัะณัะธะปะฐ ะถัััะบัั ะปะธะฝะธั ะตะณะพ ััะฐ. ยซะงัะพ ะถ... ะฏ...ยป - ััะพ ะฑัะปะพ ะฝะฐััะพะปัะบะพ ะฝะตะพะถะธะดะฐะฝะฝะพ, ัะตะผ ะฏะฝะฐ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ัะตะฑะต ะฟัะตะดััะฐะฒะธัั, ััะพ ะพะฝะฐ ั ัััะดะพะผ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะพะฑัะฐัั ัะปะพะฒะฐ. ยซะัะธั ะพะดะธ ะบะพ ะผะฝะต, ะบะฐะบ ัะพะปัะบะพ ะฟัะธะผะตัั ัะตัะตะฝะธะตยป, - ะฒััะฐะป ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ะธ ะถะตััะพะผ ะฟะพะฟัะพัะธะป ะะตะฝะธัะฐ ะดะฐัั ะตะน ัะฒะพะน ะบะพะฝัะฐะบัะฝัะน ัะตะปะตัะพะฝ. ะะธัะตะบัะพั ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั ะฟะพัะฟะตัะธะป ะธ ะฟัะตะดะปะพะถะธะป ะะธัะฐะปะธั ะฟัะพะฒะพะดะธัั ะตะณะพ ะบ ะฒัั ะพะดั. ยซะ ััะพะผ ะฝะตั ะฝะตะพะฑั ะพะดะธะผะพััะธยป, - ะพัะบะฐะทะฐะปัั ัะพั, ะธ ะฒัั ะตะณะพ ะฟะพะฒะตะดะตะฝะธะต ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ััะฐะปะพ ั ะพะปะพะดะฝัะผ. ะะฐัะตะผ ะพะฝ ะพััะฐะฝะพะฒะธะปัั, ะบะฐะบ ะฑัะดัะพ ะตะณะพ ะบะพะต-ััะพ ะพัะตะฝะธะปะพ. ะะฝ ะพะฑะตัะฝัะปัั ะบ ะดะธัะตะบัะพัั ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะป: ยซะะพะถะฐะปัะนััะฐ, ะฟะพะทะฐะฑะพัััะตัั ะพ ะฝะตะนยป. ยซะะพะฝะตัะฝะพยป, - ะทะฐะฒะตัะธะป ะตะณะพ ะดะธัะตะบัะพั ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั ั ะฒะตะถะปะธะฒะพะน ัะปัะฑะบะพะน. ะฃะฑะตะดะธะฒัะธัั, ััะพ ะพะฝะธ ะฝะฐั ะพะดัััั ะฒะฝะต ะฟัะตะดะตะปะพะฒ ัะปััะธะผะพััะธ, ะะตะฝะธั ะฟะพะดะพััะป ะบ ะะธัะฐะปะธั. ยซะะฐัะฐะปัะฝะธะบ, - ะพะฑัะฐัะธะปัั ะพะฝ ัะธั ะธะผ, ะฝะพ ะฝะฐััะพััะตะปัะฝัะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ, - ะฒั ะฒะตะดั ัะถะต ะถะตะฝะฐัั. ะฏ ะฝะต ะดัะผะฐั, ััะพ ะฑัะฐะบ ัะฒะปัะตััั ะฟัะธะตะผะปะตะผัะผ ะฒะฐัะธะฐะฝัะพะผ ะดะปั ะณะพัะฟะพะถะธ ะะณะฐัะพะฝะพะฒะพะน. ะะฐะผ ัะปะตะดัะตั ะพัะบะฐะทะฐัััั ะพั ััะพะณะพ ะฟัะตะดะปะพะถะตะฝะธัยป. ะัะฑั ะะธัะฐะปะธั ะดััะฝัะปะธัั ะฟัะธ ัะฟะพะผะธะฝะฐะฝะธะธ ะพ ะตะณะพ ะฑัะฐะบะต, ะฐ ะปะธัะพ ะตัั ะฑะพะปััะต ะฟะพะผัะฐัะฝะตะปะพ, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝ ะฟะพะดัะผะฐะป ะพ ะถะตะฝัะธะฝะต, ะฝะฐ ะบะพัะพัะพะน ะตะณะพ ะทะฐััะฐะฒะธะปะธ ะถะตะฝะธัััั. ยซะขะตะฑะต ััะพ, ะถะธัั ะฝะฐะดะพะตะปะพ?ยป - ะฟัะธะณัะพะทะธะป ะพะฝ ัะฒะพะตะผั ะฟะพะผะพัะฝะธะบั. ะขะพั ะฟะพะฝัะป, ััะพ ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ัะพ, ัะตะณะพ ะฝะต ัะปะตะดะพะฒะฐะปะพ, ะธ ััั ะถะต ะทะฐะดัะพะถะฐะป. ะ ััะพั ะผะพะผะตะฝั ะพะฝ ะฝะต ะทะฝะฐะป, ะบัะพ ะฑะพะปััะต ะฒัะตะณะพ ะทะปะธั ะตะณะพ ะฑะพััะฐ - ะฝะพะฒะฐั ะฝะตะฒะตััะฐ ะธะปะธ ัะตะปะพะฒะตะบ, ััะพััะธะน ะทะฐ ะฒัะตัะฐัะฝะธะผ ะฝะฐะฟะฐะดะตะฝะธะตะผ. ะขะตะผ ะฒัะตะผะตะฝะตะผ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒะตัะฝัะปะฐัั ะฝะฐ ะฒะธะปะปั, ะบะพัะพััั ะดะพะปะถะฝะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ะดะตะปะธัั ั ะผัะถะตะผ. ะญะบะพะฝะพะผะบะฐ ััะตะดะฝะธั ะปะตั, ะะธะบัะพัะธั ะ ะพะผะฐะฝะพะฒะฐ, ะฒัััะตัะธะปะฐ ะตั ะฒ ัะพะนะต, ะฝะฐ ะตั ะปะธัะต ะฑัะปะพ ะฝะฐะฟะธัะฐะฝะพ ะฑะตัะฟะพะบะพะนััะฒะพ. ยซะะพัะตะผั ะฒะฐั ะฝะต ะฑัะปะพ ะฒัะตัะฐ ะฒะตัะตัะพะผ, ะณะพัะฟะพะถะฐ?ยป ยซะฏ ะดะพะปะถะฝะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะผะตะฝะธัั ะบะพะปะปะตะณัยป, - ะพัะฒะตัะธะปะฐ ัะฐ. ะั ะณะปะฐะทะฐ ะฑัะปะธ ะฟะพะบัะฐัะฝะตะฒัะธะผะธ ะธ ัะปะตะทะธะปะธัั ะพั ัััะฐะปะพััะธ. ะฃะฒะธะดะตะฒ ััะพ, ะะธะบัะพัะธั ัะตัะธะปะฐ ะฝะต ะฝะฐััะฐะธะฒะฐัั ะฝะฐ ัะฒะพัะผ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝัะปะฐัั ะฝะฐะฒะตัั ะธ ะฟะพะณััะทะธะปะฐัั ะฒ ะฒะฐะฝะฝั. ะั ะผััะปะธ ะฝะตะฒะพะปัะฝะพ ะฒะตัะฝัะปะธัั ะบ ะฟัะตะดัะดััะตะน ะฝะพัะธ, ะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพััะฒััะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ, ะบะฐะบ ะตั ััะบะธ ะฝะฐัะฐะปะธ ะณะพัะตัั. ะะฝะฐ ะฒะทะดะพั ะฝัะปะฐ ะธ ะฟะพะณััะทะธะปะฐัั ะฒ ะฒะพะดั, ะบะฐะบ ะฑั ัะฟะฐัะฐััั ะพั ััะตะฒะพะถะฝัั ะฒะพัะฟะพะผะธะฝะฐะฝะธะน. ะั ััะฒััะฒะฐ ะฟะพ ััะพะผั ะฟะพะฒะพะดั ะฑัะปะธ ัะผะตัะฐะฝะฝัะผะธ, ะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ั ัะตะณะพ ะฝะฐัะฐัั. ะะฝะฐ ะดะฐะถะต ะฝะต ะฟัะตะดััะฐะฒะปัะปะฐ, ััะพ ััะพ ะฑัะป ะทะฐ ัะตะปะพะฒะตะบ. ะะพะปะตะต ัะพะณะพ, ะพะฝะฐ ัะตะฟะตัั ะฑัะปะฐ ะทะฐะผัะถะตะผ. ะั ััะพะน ะผััะปะธ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพััะฒััะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะฒะธะฝั. ะะตัะผะพััั ะฝะฐ ะพะฑััะพััะตะปัััะฒะฐ, ะบะพัะพััะต ะฟัะธะฒะตะปะธ ะธั ะบ ะฝัะฝะตัะฝะตะผั ะฟะพะปะพะถะตะฝะธั, ัะฐะบั ะพััะฐะฒะฐะปัั ัะฐะบัะพะผ: ะพะฝะฐ ะธ ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ัะฒะปััััั ะผัะถะตะผ ะธ ะถะตะฝะพะน. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒััะปะฐ ะธะท ะฒะฐะฝะฝั, ะพะดะตะปะฐัั ะธ ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ะฟัะธะณะพัะพะฒะธะปะฐัั ะบ ะฒัั ะพะดั. ะะฐะบ ัะพะปัะบะพ ะพะฝะฐ ัะฟัััะธะปะฐัั ะฒะฝะธะท, ะะธะบัะพัะธั ััั ะถะต ะทะฐััะตัะธะปะฐัั ะฒะพะบััะณ ะฝะตั: ยซะั ะพะฟััั ัั ะพะดะธัะต ัะฐะบ ัะบะพัะพ? ะะพัะตะผั ะฑั ะฒะฐะผ ัะฝะฐัะฐะปะฐ ะฝะต ะฟะพะทะฐะฒััะฐะบะฐัั?ยป ะขะฐ ะฟะพัะผะพััะตะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะฒัะตะผั. ยซะะตั, ั ะพะฟะพะทะดะฐั ะฝะฐ ัะฐะฑะพััยป. ะะธะบัะพัะธั ะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ััะพ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒัะฐั, ะฟะพััะพะผั ะพะฝะฐ ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐะปะฐ, ััะพ ะดะปั ััะพะน ะผะพะปะพะดะพะน ะดะตะฒััะบะธ ัะฒะปัะตััั ะฝะพัะผะพะน ะฟัะพะฒะพะดะธัั ะฝะฐ ัะฐะฑะพัะต ะฝะตัะผะตัะตะฝะฝะพะต ะบะพะปะธัะตััะฒะพ ะฒัะตะผะตะฝะธ. ะขะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟัะพััะฝัะปะฐ ะตะน ััะฐะบะฐะฝ ะผะพะปะพะบะฐ: ยซะัะฟะตะนัะต ั ะพัั ะฑั ััะพ. ะััะพัะพะถะฝะพ, ะพะฝะพ ะณะพัััะตะตยป. ยซะกะฟะฐัะธะฑะพยป, - ัะธั ะพ ะฟัะพะธะทะฝะตัะปะฐ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ, ัะพะณัะตัะฐั ะทะฐะฑะพัะพะน ัะบะพะฝะพะผะบะธ. ยซะะต ะทะฐ ััะพยป, - ะปัะฑะตะทะฝะพ ัะปัะฑะฝัะปะฐัั ัะบะพะฝะพะผะบะฐ. ะะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพ, ััะพั ะฑัะฐะบ ะธ ะฑัะป ะฒัะฝัะถะดะตะฝะฝัะผ, ะฝะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะดะพััะฐัะพัะฝะพ ั ะพัะพัะพ ะทะฝะฐะปะฐ, ััะพ ะฝะตะปัะทั ัะผะพััะตัั ะฝะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปั ัะฒััะพะบะฐ. ะะฐะถะต ะฑะตะท ัะธััะปะฐ ะถะตะฝั ะะธัะฐะปะธั ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ - ะฟัะพัะตััะธะพะฝะฐะปัะฝัะน ะฒัะฐั, ะธ ััะพ ะดะตะปะฐะตั ะตั ะฑะพะปะตะต ัะตะผ ะดะพััะพะนะฝะพะน ัะฒะฐะถะตะฝะธั. ะะพะฟะธะฒ ะผะพะปะพะบะพ, ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒะตัะฝัะปะฐ ััะฐะบะฐะฝ ะะธะบัะพัะธะธ ะธ ะฝะฐะฟัะฐะฒะธะปะฐัั ะบ ะฒัั ะพะดั. ะะดะฝะฐะบะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ะฟะพัะปะฐ ััะฐะทั ะฒ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัั ะพัะดัั ะฐ ะฟะตััะพะฝะฐะปะฐ. ะะฝะฐ ะฒััะปะฐ ะธะท ะดะพะผะฐ ะฟะพัะฐะฝััะต, ะฟะพัะพะผั ััะพ ะตะน ะฝัะถะฝะพ ะฑัะปะพ ะทะฐะนัะธ ะฒ ััะฐัะธะพะฝะฐั. ะั ะผะฐัั ะฑัะปะฐ ะฟะพะผะตัะตะฝะฐ ะฒ ะพัะดะตะปะตะฝะธะต ะธะฝัะตะฝัะธะฒะฝะพะน ัะตัะฐะฟะธะธ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะผะพะปัะฐ ะฒะพัะปะฐ ะฒ ะฟะฐะปะฐัั ะธ ะฟัะพะฒะตัะธะปะฐ ัะพััะพัะฝะธะต ะผะฐัะตัะธ. ะะตะฝัะธะฝะฐ ะฟะพ-ะฟัะตะถะฝะตะผั ะฝะฐั ะพะดะธะปะฐัั ะฒ ะฟะปะพั ะพะผ ัะพััะพัะฝะธะธ. ะกะตัะดัะต ะดะตะฒััะบะธ ะทะฐะฝัะปะพ. ะั ะผะฐัั ัััะฐะดะฐะปะฐ ะพั ัะตัะดะตัะฝะพะน ะฝะตะดะพััะฐัะพัะฝะพััะธ ะธ ะฝะฐั ะพะดะธะปะฐัั ะฒ ะบัะธัะธัะตัะบะพะผ ัะพััะพัะฝะธะธ. ะะดะธะฝััะฒะตะฝะฝัะผ ัะฟะพัะพะฑะพะผ ัะพั ัะฐะฝะธัั ะถะธะทะฝั ะผะฐัะตัะธ ะฑัะปะฐ ะฟะตัะตัะฐะดะบะฐ ัะตัะดัะฐ, ะบะพัะพัะฐั, ะตััะตััะฒะตะฝะฝะพ, ะพะฑะพัะปะฐัั ะฑั ะฒ ัะตะปะพะต ัะพััะพัะฝะธะต. ะัะฝะพะฒะฝะพะน ะฟัะธัะธะฝะพะน, ะฟะพ ะบะพัะพัะพะน ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะพะณะปะฐัะธะปะฐัั ะฝะฐ ะฑัะฐะบ, ะฑัะปะพ ัะพ, ััะพ ะตั ะพัะตั ัะณัะพะถะฐะป ัะดะตัะถะฐัั ะดะตะฝัะณะธ, ะฝะตะพะฑั ะพะดะธะผัะต ะดะปั ะพะฟะตัะฐัะธะธ. ะขะตะฟะตัั, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฒััะปะฐ ะทะฐะผัะถ, ะบะฐะบ ัะพะณะพ ััะตะฑะพะฒะฐะป ะตั ะพัะตั, ะฒัั, ััะพ ะธะผ ะฑัะปะพ ะฝัะถะฝะพ, ััะพ ะฝะฐะนัะธ ะฟะพะดั ะพะดััะตะณะพ ะดะพะฝะพัะฐ ัะตัะดัะฐ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฑัะพัะธะปะฐ ะณะพััะบะธะน ะฒะทะณะปัะด ะฝะฐ ะผะฐัั: ยซะะฐะผะฐ, ั ัะตะฑั ะฒัะปะตัั. ะฏ ะพะฑะตัะฐัยป. ะั ะผะฐัั ะฑัะปะฐ ัะฐะผัะผ ะฑะปะธะทะบะธะผ ัะตะปะพะฒะตะบะพะผ, ะตั ะณะปะฐะฒะฝะพะน ะฟะพะดะดะตัะถะบะพะน ะธ ะฝะฐะดัะถะฝัะผ ะดะพะฒะตัะตะฝะฝัะผ ะปะธัะพะผ. ะะตะพะถะธะดะฐะฝะฝะพ ะทะฐะทะฒะพะฝะธะป ัะตะปะตัะพะฝ. ะะตะฒััะบะฐ ะดะพััะฐะปะฐ ัะตะปะตัะพะฝ ะธะท ะบะฐัะผะฐะฝะฐ ะธ ะพัะฒะตัะธะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ะทะฒะพะฝะพะบ. ยซะะธะปะฐ, - ัะฐะทะดะฐะปัั ะผัะถัะบะพะน ะณะพะปะพั. - ะะฝะต ะฝัะถะฝะพ, ััะพะฑั ัั ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะผะฝะต ะพะดะฝั ััะปัะณัยป. ะะปะฐะฒะฐ 3 ะงะฐััะฝัะน ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝั ะะฐะผะธะปะปะต ะฟะพะทะฒะพะฝะธะป ะคัะดะพั ะคะฐะปัะบะพะฒ. ะะฝะธ ััะธะปะธัั ะฒ ะพะดะฝะพะผ ะผะตะดะธัะธะฝัะบะพะผ ัะฝะธะฒะตััะธัะตัะต, ั ะพัั ะพะฝ ะฑัะป ะฝะฐ ะดะฒะฐ ะณะพะดะฐ ััะฐััะต ะตั. ะะฐัะตะผ ะพะฝ ัะตั ะฐะป ะทะฐ ะณัะฐะฝะธัั, ััะพะฑั ะฟัะพะดะพะปะถะธัั ะพะฑััะตะฝะธะต, ะธ ัะตะฟะตัั ะฑัะป ะธะทะฒะตััะฝัะผ ัะบัะฟะตััะพะผ ะฒ ัะฒะพะตะน ะพะฑะปะฐััะธ. ะคัะดะพั ะฒัะตะณะดะฐ ั ะพัะพัะพ ะทะฐะฑะพัะธะปัั ะพ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะต, ะฟะพััะพะผั ะพะฝะธ ะฑัะปะธ ะดะพะฒะพะปัะฝะพ ะฑะปะธะทะบะธ. ยซะ ะบะฐะบะพะน ััะปัะณะต ะธะดัั ัะตัั?ยป - ะฟััะผะพ ัะฟัะพัะธะปะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ยซะฃ ะผะตะฝั ะตััั ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝั, ะฝัะถะดะฐััะธะนัั ะฒ ะปะตัะตะฝะธะธ, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ั ะผะตะฝั ะฟะพัะฒะธะปะพัั ะฝะตะพัะปะพะถะฝะพะต ะดะตะปะพ, ะธ ั ะฝะต ะดัะผะฐั, ััะพ ัะผะพะณั ะทะฐะฝััััั ััะธะผ ะฒ ะฑะปะธะถะฐะนัะตะต ะฒัะตะผั. ะะพะถะฐะปัะนััะฐ, ะฒะพะทัะผะธ ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝัะฐ ะฟะพะด ัะฒะพั ะบััะปะพยป, - ะฟะพะฟัะพัะธะป ะคัะดะพั. ะะฐะผะธะปะฐ ะฒะทะณะปัะฝัะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ัะฒะพั ัะฐัะฟะธัะฐะฝะธะต. ะกะตะณะพะดะฝั ั ะฝะตั ะฝะต ะฑัะปะพ ะดะตะป ะฒ ะพัะธัะต, ะธ, ะตัะปะธ ะฝะต ััะธัะฐัั ะดะฒัั ะพะฟะตัะฐัะธะน, ะทะฐะฟะปะฐะฝะธัะพะฒะฐะฝะฝัั ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะปะดะตะฝั, ะพะฝะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ะฟัะฐะบัะธัะตัะบะธ ัะฒะพะฑะพะดะฝะฐ. ยซะะฐ, ะบะพะฝะตัะฝะพ. ะัะดะฐ ะผะฝะต ะฟะพะดัะตั ะฐัั?ยป - ัะฟัะพัะธะปะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ยซะฏ ะฝะฐะฟะธัั ัะตะฑะต ะฐะดัะตั. ะะพะณะดะฐ ะดะพะฑะตัััััั ััะดะฐ, ะฟัะพััะพ ัะบะฐะถะธ ะพั ัะฐะฝะฝะธะบะฐะผ, ััะพ ัั ะฟัะธะตั ะฐะปะฐ ะบ ะณะพัะฟะพะดะธะฝั ะะฐะปะฐัะฝะธะบะพะฒั, ะธ ะพะฝะธ ะพะฑะพ ะฒััะผ ะฟะพะทะฐะฑะพัััััยป, - ะพัะฒะตัะธะป ะคัะดะพั. ยซะะพะณะพะฒะพัะธะปะธััยป, - ะพัะฒะตัะธะปะฐ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ. ยซะัั ะบะพะต-ััะพ, - ะดะพะฑะฐะฒะธะป ะคัะดะพั, ะธ ะตะณะพ ัะพะฝ ััะฐะป ัะตัััะทะฝัะผ. - ะะธะบะพะณะดะฐ ะฝะธะบะพะผั ะพะฑ ััะพะผ ะฝะต ะณะพะฒะพัะธ ะธ ะฝะต ะทะฐะดะฐะฒะฐะน ะปะธัะฝะธั ะฒะพะฟัะพัะพะฒ. ะัั, ััะพ ัะตะฑะต ะฝัะถะฝะพ ัะดะตะปะฐัั, ััะพ ะฒัะปะตัะธัั ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝัะฐยป. ยซะฏัะฝะพ. ะะต ะฒะพะปะฝัะนััยป, - ะพัะฒะตัะธะปะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะะฝะธ ะฟะพะฟัะพัะฐะปะธัั, ะธ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒัะทะฒะฐะปะฐ ัะฐะบัะธ, ััะพะฑั ะดะพะฑัะฐัััั ะบ ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝัั. ะะตััะพ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะพัั ะฒ ะฟัะตััะธะถะฝะพะผ ัะฐะนะพะฝะต, ะทะฐะฟะพะปะฝะตะฝะฝะพะผ ะฒะธะปะปะฐะผะธ, ะพัะฝะฐััะฝะฝัะผะธ ัะธััะตะผะฐะผะธ ะฑะตะทะพะฟะฐัะฝะพััะธ ะฒัััะตะณะพ ััะพะฒะฝั. ะะฐะบ ะธ ะพะถะธะดะฐะปะพัั, ะฝะฐ ะฒั ะพะดะต ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ ััะพะปะบะฝัะปะฐัั ั ัััะพะฒะพะน ะพั ัะฐะฝะพะน. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพัะปะตะดะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะธะฝััััะบัะธัะผ ะธ ัะฟะพะผัะฝัะปะฐ ะณะพัะฟะพะดะธะฝะฐ ะะฐะปะฐัะฝะธะบะพะฒะฐ. ะกะดะตะปะฐะฒ ะทะฒะพะฝะพะบ, ััะพะฑั ัะฑะตะดะธัััั ะฒ ะฟัะฐะฒะดะธะฒะพััะธ ะตั ัะปะพะฒ, ะพั ัะฐะฝะฝะธะบ ะฟัะธะณะปะฐัะธะป ะะฐะผะธะปะปั ะฒะฝัััั. ะะตะฒััะบะฐ ะปะตะณะบะพ ะฝะฐัะปะฐ ะฒะธะปะปั. ะะฝะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝัะปะฐัั ะฟะพ ัััะฟะตะฝัะบะฐะผ ะธ ะฟะพะทะฒะพะฝะธะปะฐ ะฒ ะดะฒะตัั. ะงะตัะตะท ะฝะตัะบะพะปัะบะพ ัะตะบัะฝะด ะดะฒะตัั ะพัะบััะปะฐัั. ะะฐะทะฐะปะพัั, ััะพ ัะธััะฐัะธั ะดะตะนััะฒะธัะตะปัะฝะพ ะฑัะปะฐ ััะพัะฝะพะน. ะะตะฝะธั ะฝะฐั ะผััะธะปัั. ะะฝะธ ะถะดะฐะปะธ ะคัะดะพัะฐ, ะฝะพ ะฒะผะตััะพ ััะพะณะพ ะฝะฐ ะฟะพัะพะณะต ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐัั ะฝะตะทะฒะฐะฝะฐั ะณะพัััั. ยซะัะพััะธัะต, ะฒัโฆยป - ะฝะฐัะฐะปะฐ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ. ะะท ัะบะฐะทะฐะฝะธะน ะคัะดะพัะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะถะต ัะดะตะปะฐะปะฐ ะฒัะฒะพะด, ััะพ ััะพั ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝั ัะตะฝะธั ัะฒะพั ะปะธัะฝะพะต ะฟัะพัััะฐะฝััะฒะพ, ะธ ััะพะฑั ะธะทะฑะตะถะฐัั ะฝะตะฟัะธััะฝะพััะตะน, ะพะฝะฐ ัะพัะปะฐ ัะฐะทัะผะฝัะผ ะฝะฐะดะตัั ะผะฐัะบั. ะะตะทะพะฟะฐัะฝะพััั ะฑัะปะฐ ะฒ ะฟัะธะพัะธัะตัะต. ยซะะพะบัะพั ะคะฐะปัะบะพะฒ ะฟะพะฟัะพัะธะป ะผะตะฝั ะฟัะธะตั ะฐัั ััะดะฐยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะะตะฝะธั ะผะตะปัะบะพะผ ะฒะทะณะปัะฝัะป ะฝะฐ ะฐะฟัะตัะบั, ะบะพัะพััั ะพะฝะฐ ะดะตัะถะฐะปะฐ: ยซะั ะทะฝะฐะตัะต, ััะพ ะดะตะปะฐัั?ยป ยซะะฐ, ะดะพะบัะพั ะคะฐะปัะบะพะฒ ะดะฐะป ะผะฝะต ะธะฝััััะบัะธะธ. ะฏ ัะพั ัะฐะฝั ะฒัั ะฒ ัััะพะณะพะน ะบะพะฝัะธะดะตะฝัะธะฐะปัะฝะพััะธยป, - ะพัะฒะตัะธะปะฐ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ. ะะตะฝะธั ะทะฝะฐะป, ััะพ ะคัะดะพั ะฝะต ะฟะตัะตะดะฐะป ะฑั ัะฒะพะธ ะพะฑัะทะฐะฝะฝะพััะธ ัะพะผั, ะบัะพ ะฝะต ะทะฐัะปัะถะธะฒะฐะตั ะดะพะฒะตัะธั ะธะปะธ ะฝะตะบะพะผะฟะตัะตะฝัะตะฝ, ะฟะพััะพะผั ััะฒะตัะดะธัะตะปัะฝะพ ะบะธะฒะฝัะป ะธ ะฒะฟัััะธะป ะะฐะผะธะปะปั. ะะฝ ะฟัะพะฒัะป ะตั ะผะธะผะพ ัะพัะบะพัะฝะพะน ะณะพััะธะฝะพะน, ะทะฐัะตะผ ะฒะฒะตัั ะฟะพ ะปะตััะฝะธัะต ะฒ ัะฟะฐะปัะฝั. ะ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัะต ะฑัะปะพ ัะตะผะฝะพ. ยซะะฐะบ ั ะฑัะดั ะฟัะพะฒะพะดะธัั ะปะตัะตะฝะธะต ะฑะตะท ัะฒะตัะฐ?ยป - ัะฟัะพัะธะปะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะะพะณะดะฐ ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ััะปััะฐะป ะถะตะฝัะบะธะน ะณะพะปะพั, ัะพ ะฟะพัะฟะตัะฝะพ ัั ะฒะฐัะธะป ัะฒะพะน ะฟะธะดะถะฐะบ ะธ ะฝะฐััะฝัะป ะตะณะพ ะฝะฐ ะปะธัะพ. ยซะะบะปััะธ ัะฒะตัยป, - ะฟัะธะบะฐะทะฐะป ะพะฝ ัะบะฒะพะทั ัะบะฐะฝั. ะะตะฝะธั ััะปะบะฝัะป ะฒัะบะปััะฐัะตะปะตะผ, ะธ ะบะพะผะฝะฐัั ะทะฐะปะธะป ััะบะธะน ัะฒะตั. ะะตัะฒะพะน ะผััะปัั ะะฐะผะธะปะปั ะฑัะปะพ ัะพ, ััะพ ะณะพะปะพั ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝัะฐ ะฑัะป ะดะพะฒะพะปัะฝะพ ะทะฝะฐะบะพะผัะผ, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะพัะผะฐั ะฝัะปะฐัั ะพั ััะธั ะผััะปะตะน. ะะฝะฐ ัะฒะธะดะตะปะฐ ัะตะปะพะฒะตะบะฐ, ะปะตะถะฐัะตะณะพ ะฝะฐ ะบัะพะฒะฐัะธ, ััั ะฑะตะปะฐั ะฟะฐัะฐะดะฝะฐั ััะฑะฐัะบะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ะฒ ะฟััะฝะฐั ะดะฐะฒะฝะพ ะทะฐัะพั ัะตะน ะบัะพะฒะธ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะต ั ะพัะตะปะฐ ะฒะดะฐะฒะฐัััั ะฒ ะฟะพะดัะพะฑะฝะพััะธ ะธ ัะตัะธะปะฐ ัะพััะตะดะพัะพัะธัััั ะฝะฐ ัะฐะฝะฐั . ะัะถัะธะฝะฐ ัะฒะฝะพ ะฝะต ั ะพัะตะป ะฒัะดะฐะฒะฐัั ัะฒะพั ะปะธัะฝะพััั, ะฟะพััะพะผั ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ ะตััะตััะฒะตะฝะฝัะผ ะพะฑัะฐะทะพะผ ัะฒะฐะถะฐะปะฐ ะตะณะพ ะณัะฐะฝะธัั ะธ ะฒะตะปะฐ ัะตะฑั ะฟัะธะปะธัะฝะพ. ะะฝะฐ ะฟะพััะฐะฒะธะปะฐ ัะฒะพั ะฐะฟัะตัะบั ะฝะฐ ััะผะฑะพัะบั ะธ ะดะพััะฐะปะฐ ั ะธัััะณะธัะตัะบะธะต ะธะฝััััะผะตะฝัั. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะพะถะฝะธัะฐะผะธ ัะฐะทัะตะทะฐะปะฐ ััะฑะฐัะบั ะฟะฐัะธะตะฝัะฐ, ะพะฑะฝะฐะถะธะฒ ะตะณะพ ัะฐะฝั, ะบะพัะพััะต ะฑัะปะธ ะฟะพะบัััั ัะพะฝะบะธะผ ัะปะพะตะผ ะผะฐัะปะธ. ะะฝะฐ ัะฑัะฐะปะฐ ะฒัั ะธ, ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั, ัะฒะธะดะตะปะฐ ะดะฒะต ะทะธัััะธะต ัะฐะฝั ะฝะฐ ะฟัะฐะฒะพะน ััะพัะพะฝะต ัะพััะฐ ะผัะถัะธะฝั. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะฐัะฐะปะฐ ะปะตัะตะฝะธะต, ะพะฑัะฐะฑะพัะฐะฒ ัะฐะฝั ัะฒะพะธะผะธ ะปะพะฒะบะธะผะธ ััะบะฐะผะธ. ะัั ััะพ ะฒัะตะผั ะพะฝะฐ ะพััะฐะฒะฐะปะฐัั ัะฟะพะบะพะนะฝะพะน, ะฐ ะตั ะดะฒะธะถะตะฝะธั ะฑัะปะธ ะฑัััััะผะธ ะธ ัััะตะบัะธะฒะฝัะผะธ. ยซะััั ะปะธ ั ะฒะฐั ะฐะปะปะตัะณะธั ะฝะฐ ะฐะฝะตััะตะทะธั?ยป - ัะฟัะพัะธะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ัะตัะตะท ะฝะตะบะพัะพัะพะต ะฒัะตะผั. ะ ััะฐัััั, ัะฐะฝั ะฑัะปะธ ะฝะตะณะปัะฑะพะบะธะต ะธ ะฟะพะฒัะตะดะธะปะธ ะปะธัั ะฝะตะฑะพะปัััั ัะฐััั ะบะพะถะธ, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ััะตะฑะพะฒะฐะปะพัั ั ะธัััะณะธัะตัะบะพะต ะฒะผะตัะฐัะตะปัััะฒะพ. ะัะพัะตัั ััะตะฑะพะฒะฐะป ะฟัะธะผะตะฝะตะฝะธั ะผะตััะฝะพะน ะฐะฝะตััะตะทะธะธ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะณะพะฒะพัะธะปะฐ ัะฟะพะบะพะนะฝะพ, ะฟะพััะธ ัะธั ะพ, ััะพ ัะตะทะบะพ ะบะพะฝััะฐััะธัะพะฒะฐะปะพ ั ะตั ะฑะตะทัะผะฝัะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ ะฟัะพัะปะพะน ะฝะพััั. ะะพััะพะผั, ะฝะตัะผะพััั ะฝะฐ ะพะฑะผะตะฝ ะฝะตัะบะพะปัะบะธะผะธ ัะปะพะฒะฐะผะธ, ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ัะพะฒัะตะผ ะฝะต ัะทะฝะฐะป ะตั. ยซะะตัยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะพะฝ ัะฒะพะธะผ ะพะฑััะฝัะผ ั ะพะปะพะดะฝัะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ, ะฟัะพ ัะตะฑั ะฒะพัั ะฒะฐะปัั ะตั ะฟัะพัะตััะธะพะฝะฐะปะธะทะผ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟัะธัััะฟะธะปะฐ ะบ ะฟัะธะณะพัะพะฒะปะตะฝะธั ะฐะฝะตััะตะทะธะธ, ะฐ ะทะฐัะตะผ ะฒะฒะตะปะฐ ะตั ะฒ ะพะฑะปะฐััั ะฒะพะบััะณ ัะฐะฝ. ะะผ ะฟัะธัะปะพัั ะฟะพะดะพะถะดะฐัั ะฟะฐัั ะผะธะฝัั, ะฟะพะบะฐ ะฝะฐัะฐะปะพัั ะดะตะนััะฒะธะต ะฟัะตะฟะฐัะฐัะฐ, ะฟะพัะปะต ัะตะณะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะฐะปะพะถะธะปะฐ ัะฒั. ะัะธะผะตัะฝะพ ัะตัะตะท ัะฐั ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั ะทะฐะบะพะฝัะธะปะฐ. ะ ัะตะปะพะผ, ะปะตัะตะฝะธะต ะฟัะพัะปะพ ะฑััััะพ ะธ ััะฟะตัะฝะพ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพัะผะพััะตะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ัะฒะพะธ ะพะบ**ะฒะฐะฒะปะตะฝะฝัะต ััะบะธ ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ: ยซะะฝะต ะฝัะถะฝะพ ะฒ ัะฑะพัะฝััยป. ยซะั ะผะพะถะตัะต ะธัะฟะพะปัะทะพะฒะฐัั ัั, ััะพ ะฒะฝะธะทัยป, - ะพัะฒะตัะธะป ะะตะฝะธั. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพัะฟะตัะฝะพ ะฟะพะบะธะฝัะปะฐ ัะฟะฐะปัะฝั. ะฃะฑะตะดะธะฒัะธัั, ััะพ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ ะฒะตัะฝัะปะฐัั ะฝะฐ ะฟะตัะฒัะน ััะฐะถ, ะะตะฝะธั ะทะฐะบััะป ะดะฒะตัั ะธ ะฟะพัะฟะตัะธะป ะบ ะะธัะฐะปะธั. ยซะฏ ัะทะฝะฐะป, ััะพ ะฑะฐะฝะดะธัั, ะฝะฐะฟะฐะฒัะธะต ะฝะฐ ะฒะฐั ะฒัะตัะฐ, ะฟะพะดะพัะปะฐะฝั ะัััะผะพะผ. ะะฝ, ะฒะตัะพััะฝะพ, ะพััะฐัะฝะฝะพ ั ะพัะตั ะธะทะฑะฐะฒะธัััั ะพั ะฒะฐั, ะพัะพะฑะตะฝะฝะพ ะฟะพัะปะต ัะพะณะพ, ะบะฐะบ ะฒั ะฒััะธัะปะธะปะธ ะตะณะพ ัะฟะธะพะฝะพะฒ ะฒ ะฒะฐัะตะน ะบะพะผะฟะฐะฝะธะธยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะะตะฝะธั. ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ะทะฐััะพะฝะฐะป ะพั ะฑะพะปะธ, ััะฐะถะธะฒะฐััั, ะฐ ะทะฐัะตะผ ะฟะพะดััะฝัะปัั ะบ ะบัะฐั ะบัะพะฒะฐัะธ ะธ ะพะฟัััะธะป ะฝะพะณะธ ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะป. ะะฝ ะฒัะณะปัะดะตะป ัะปะฐะฑัะผ, ะฝะพ ะตะณะพ ะณะปะฐะทะฐ ะฒัะฟัั ะฝัะปะธ ะพะฟะฐัะฝัะผ ะฑะปะตัะบะพะผ. ะัะถัะธะฝะฐ ะฟะตัะตะฒัะป ะฟัะพะฝะทะธัะตะปัะฝัะน ะฒะทะณะปัะด ะฝะฐ ัะฒะพะตะณะพ ะฟะพะผะพัะฝะธะบะฐ. ยซะญัะฐ ะถะตะฝัะธะฝะฐ, ะฝะฐ ะบะพัะพัะพะน ั ะฑัะป ะฒัะฝัะถะดะตะฝ ะถะตะฝะธัััั, ะธะผะตะตั ะบะฐะบะพะต-ะปะธะฑะพ ะพัะฝะพัะตะฝะธะต ะบ ะัััะผั?ยป - ัะฟัะพัะธะป ะพะฝ. ะะตะฝะธั ะฟะพะฝะธะทะธะป ะณะพะปะพั: ยซะะฐ ัะฐะผะพะผ ะดะตะปะต, ะัััะผ ัะฒัะทะฐะปัั ั ะฒะฐัะธะผ ัะตััะตะผ, ะะธัะพะฝะพะผ. ะะฝ ัััะตะผะธะปัั ะฒัะดะฐัั ัะฒะพั ะดะพัั ะทะฐะผัะถ ะทะฐ ัะปะตะฝะฐ ัะตะผัะธ ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒัั , ะฝะพ, ะฟะพั ะพะถะต, ะฝะธะบะพะณะดะฐ ะฝะต ัะฐััะผะฐััะธะฒะฐะป ะฒะฐัะตะณะพ ะบัะทะตะฝะฐ ะะปัั, ะบะฐะบ ะฟะพะดั ะพะดััะตะณะพ ะบะฐะฝะดะธะดะฐัะฐ. ะะพะปะถะฝะพ ะฑััั, ะัััะผ ะดะพะณะพะฒะพัะธะปัั ั ะฝะธะผยป. ยซะะฝ ะฝะต ะฟะตัะตััะฐัั ะผะตะฝั ัะดะธะฒะปััั ะบะฐะถะดัะน ะดะตะฝั. ะก ะผะพะตะน ััะพัะพะฝั ะฑัะดะตั ะฝะต ะฒะตะถะปะธะฒะพ ะฟัะพะผะพะปัะฐัั ะฒ ะพัะฒะตัยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะะธัะฐะปะธะน. ะะฐ ะฒัะตะผั ะพััััััะฒะธั ะะธัะฐะปะธั, ะฒ ะณะพัะพะดะต ะฟัะพะธะทะพัะปะพ ะผะฝะพะณะพ ัะพะฑััะธะน, ะฒ ะบะพัะพััั ะฑัะป ะทะฐะผะตัะฐะฝ ะะปัั. ยซะฏ ัะปััะฐะป, ััะพ ั ะะปัะธ ะตััั ะทะฐั ัะดะฐะปัะน ะฑะฐั "ะจะฐัะผ" ะฝะฐ ัะปะธัะต ะัะฑะฐััะบะฐัยป, - ะฟัะพััะฝัะป ะะธัะฐะปะธะน. ะะตะฝะธั ะฒัั ะฟะพะฝัะป ั ะฟะพะปััะปะพะฒะฐ. ยซะะฐ, ะฟะพัะบะพะปัะบั ัะฟะธะพะฝะพะฒ ะฒัะณะฝะฐะปะธ ะธะท ะบะพะผะฟะฐะฝะธะธ, ััะพั ะบะปัะฑ ััะฐะป ะธั ะตะดะธะฝััะฒะตะฝะฝัะผ ะธััะพัะฝะธะบะพะผ ะดะพั ะพะดะฐ, ะธ ะตัะปะธ ะตะณะพ ะทะฐะบัะพัั, ัะพ ะธะผ ะฟัะธะดัััั ะดะพะฒะพะปัะฝะพ ััะณะพยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะะตะฝะธั. ยซะะพะผะพะณะธ ะธะผ ะฒ ััะพะผยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะะธัะฐะปะธะน, ะธ ะตะณะพ ะณะพะปะพั ััะฐะป ะฝะฐ ะพะบัะฐะฒั ะฝะธะถะต. ะะตะฝะธั ััะพะปะบะฝัะปัั ั ะะฐะผะธะปะปะพะน, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ัะฟััะบะฐะปัั ะฒะฝะธะท. ะะฝ ะฟัะตะดะฟะพะปะพะถะธะป, ััะพ ะคัะดะพั ะฟัะพะธะฝััััะบัะธัะพะฒะฐะป ะดะตะฒััะบั ะทะฐัะฐะฝะตะต, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ัะตัะธะป ะฝะตะผะฝะพะณะพ ะตั ะฝะฐะฟัะณะฐัั ะดะปั ะฑะพะปััะตะณะพ ัััะตะบัะฐ: ยซะัะปะธ ะฒั ัะฐััะบะฐะถะตัะต ะพะฑ ััะพะผ ะบะพะผั-ะฝะธะฑัะดั, ะฒะฐั ะฝะฐััะธะณะฝะตั ัะถะฐัะฝะฐั ัะผะตัััยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะพะฝ. ะัะปะธ ัะปัั ะพ ััะฐะฒะผะฐั ะะธัะฐะปะธั ะดะพะนะดัั ะดะพ ะัััะผะฐ ะธะปะธ ะตะณะพ ััะฝะฐ ะะปัะธ, ะพะฝะธ ะพะฑัะทะฐัะตะปัะฝะพ ะฟะพะฒะตัะฝัั ััะพ ะฒ ัะฒะพั ะฟะพะปัะทั. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะบะธะฒะฝัะปะฐ: ยซะฏ ัะพั ัะฐะฝั ััะพ ะฒ ัะฐะนะฝะต. ะฏ ัะพะปัะบะพ ะฒะพะทัะผั ัะฒะพั ะฐะฟัะตัะบั ะธ ะฝะตะผะตะดะปะตะฝะฝะพ ัะนะดัยป. ะะพะณะดะฐ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ ะฒะตัะฝัะปะฐัั ะฒ ัะฟะฐะปัะฝั, ัะพ ะพะฑะฝะฐััะถะธะปะฐ ะผัะถัะธะฝั, ััะพััะตะณะพ ั ะพะบะฝะฐ ะฝะฐะฟัะพัะธะฒ ะดะฒะตัะธ. ะะฝ ััะพัะป ะบ ะฝะตะน ัะฟะธะฝะพะน, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ ะผะพะณะปะฐ ัะฐััะผะพััะตัั ะตะณะพ ัะธัะพะบะธะต ะฟะปะตัะธ ะธ ะผััะบัะปะธัััั ัะฟะธะฝั. ะะณะพ ัะตะปะพ ะฑัะปะพ ัััะพะนะฝัะผ, ะฟัะพััะพ ะธะดะตะฐะปัะฝัะผ. ยซะั ัะฐะทะฒะต ะฝะต ััะปะธ?ยป - ัะฟัะพัะธะป ะผัะถัะธะฝะฐ ะฝะฐัะผะตัะปะธะฒัะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ. ะะฝ ะฝะต ะพะฑะตัะฝัะปัั, ะฝะพ ะบะฐะบะธะผ-ัะพ ะพะฑัะฐะทะพะผ ะฟะพะฝัะป, ััะพ ะพะฝะฐ ัะผะพััะธั ะฝะฐ ะฝะตะณะพ. ะะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพ, ะพะฝ ะฟะพััะฒััะฒะพะฒะฐะป ะตั ะณะพัััะธะน ะฒะทะณะปัะด. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะผัััะฝะฝะพ ะพะฟัััะธะปะฐ ะณะพะปะพะฒั. ะะฐะบ ะฑั ะตะน ะฝะต ั ะพัะตะปะพัั ััะพ ะฟัะธะทะฝะฐะฒะฐัั, ะฝะพ ััะพั ะผัะถัะธะฝะฐ ะทะฐะธะฝัะตัะตัะพะฒะฐะป ะตั. ะะปะฐะฒะฐ 4 ะกัะฐะถะธัะพะฒะบะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, ะพะฟัััะธะฒ ะณะพะปะพะฒั, ัะพัะพะฟะปะธะฒะพ ะฒะทัะปะฐ ัะฒะพั ะฐะฟัะตัะบั. ะัะพัะธััะธะฒ ะณะพัะปะพ, ะพะฝะฐ ะดะฐะปะฐ ะผัะถัะธะฝะต ะฝะตัะบะพะปัะบะพ ัะบะฐะทะฐะฝะธะน. ะะฐะบ ะฑั ัะฐะผ ะฝะธ ะฑัะปะพ, ะพะฝะฐ ะฒัั ะถะต ะฑัะปะฐ ะฒัะฐัะพะผ. ยซะะฐะผ ะฝะตะปัะทั ะฟะพะบะฐ ะผะพัะธัั ัะฒะพะธ ัะฐะฝั. ะะตะทะธะฝัะธัะธััะนัะต ะธั ัะฐะท ะฒ ะดะตะฝั ะธ ะฝะพัะธัะต ัะฒะพะฑะพะดะฝัะต ััะฑะฐัะบะธ, ััะพะฑั ะฝะต ัะฐะทะดัะฐะถะฐัั ัะฐะฝัยป. ะะฝะฐ ะฟะพััะฐะฒะธะปะฐ ะฑัััะปะพัะบั ั ัะฐะฑะปะตัะบะฐะผะธ ะธ ััะฑะธะบ ั ะผะฐะทัั ะฝะฐ ััะผะฑะพัะบั. ยซะฏ ะพััะฐะฒะปัั ะฒะฐะผ ััะธ ะปะตะบะฐัััะฒะฐยป. ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ััะพ-ัะพ ะฟัะพะฑะพัะผะพัะฐะป ะฒ ะทะฝะฐะบ ะฟัะธะทะฝะฐัะตะปัะฝะพััะธ, ะฝะพ ะฝะต ะพะฑะตัะฝัะปัั. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะพะถะต ะฑะพะปััะต ะฝะธัะตะณะพ ะฝะต ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะธ ััะฐะทั ะถะต ะฟะพะบะธะฝัะปะฐ ะฒะธะปะปั. ะะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะฐ ะฒะตัะฝัะปะฐัั ะฒ ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั, ะฑัะปะพ ัะถะต ะฟะพััะธ ะพะดะธะฝะฝะฐะดัะฐัั ะดะฝั. ะะฝะฐ ะฝะฐะฟัะฐะฒะธะปะฐัั ะฒ ััะพะปะพะฒัั, ััะพะฑั ะฟะตัะตะบััะธัั. ะะดะฒะฐ ััััะพะธะฒัะธัั ะทะฐ ัะฒะพะธะผ ััะพะปะพะผ, ะตั ะฒัะทะฒะฐะปะธ ะฒ ะบะฐะฑะธะฝะตั ะณะปะฐะฒะฒัะฐัะฐ. ยซะฏ ะพัะฟัะฐะฒะปัั ะฏะฝั ะฒ ะฆะตะฝััะฐะปัะฝัะน ะฒะพะตะฝะฝัะน ะณะพัะฟะธัะฐะปั ะฝะฐ ััะฐะถะธัะพะฒะบัยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะณะปะฐะฒะฒัะฐั ัะพะฝะพะผ, ะฝะต ัะตัะฟััะธะผ ะฒะพะทัะฐะถะตะฝะธะน. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ะฟะพััััะตะฝะฐ ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ: ยซะะพ ั ะดัะผะฐะปะฐ, ััะพ ะฒั ัะถะต ัะตัะธะปะธ ะพัะฟัะฐะฒะธัั ะผะตะฝั?ยป ยซะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, ั ัะฒะตัะตะฝ, ััะพ ัั ะทะฝะฐะตัั ะพ ัะพะผ, ััะพ ะฒัั ะฒััะพะบะพัะตั ะฝะพะปะพะณะธัะฝะพะต ะพะฑะพััะดะพะฒะฐะฝะธะต ะฝะฐัะตะน ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั ัะฟะพะฝัะธัะพะฒะฐะปะพัั ะบะพัะฟะพัะฐัะธะตะน "ะะฐัะฐะผะฐัะฝั". ะัะตะทะธะดะตะฝั ะะพะฒะธะบะพะฒ ะปะธัะฝะพ ะฟะพะฟัะพัะธะป ะผะตะฝั ะฟะพะทะฐะฑะพัะธัััั ะพ ะฏะฝะต. ะฏ ะฝะต ะผะพะณั ะฟะพะทะฒะพะปะธัั ัะตะฑะต ะฟะพะนัะธ ะฟัะพัะธะฒ ะตะณะพ ะฒะพะปะธยป. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะพัะตัะธะฝะธะปะฐัั ะฟัะธ ัะฟะพะผะธะฝะฐะฝะธะธ ะธะผะตะฝะธ ะะธัะฐะปะธั. ะฅะพัั ะพะฝะธ ะธ ะฑัะปะธ ะพัะธัะธะฐะปัะฝะพ ะถะตะฝะฐัั, ะฝะพ ะพะฝะธ ะฝะธะบะพะณะดะฐ ะฝะต ะฒัััะตัะฐะปะธัั. ะะฝะฐ ะฒะธะดะตะปะฐ ะผัะถัะธะฝั ัะพะปัะบะพ ะฒ ะถััะฝะฐะปะฐั ะธ ะธะฝะพะณะดะฐ ะฒ ะฝะพะฒะพัััั ะฟะพ ัะตะปะตะฒะธะทะพัั. ะะฝะฐัะธั, ะพะฝ ะธ ะฏะฝะฐ? ะกะตัะดัะต ะะฐะผะธะปะปั ัะบะฝัะปะพ, ะฝะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะพััะฐะฒะฐะปะฐัั ัะฟะพะบะพะนะฝะพะน. ยซะะพั ะบะฐะบ?ยป ยซะะฐ, ะฑะพััั, ั ะผะตะฝั ัะฒัะทะฐะฝั ััะบะธ. ะะพัะปััะฐะน, ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, ะผั ะพะฑะฐ ะทะฝะฐะตะผ ะพ ัะฒะพะธั ัะฟะพัะพะฑะฝะพัััั , ะฝะพ...ยป - ะณะปะฐะฒะฒัะฐั ั ะพัะตะป ััะฟะพะบะพะธัั ะดะตะฒััะบั, ะฝะพ ะฝะต ะทะฝะฐะป, ะบะฐะบ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒัะดะตะปัะปะฐัั ััะตะดะธ ัะฒะพะธั ัะฒะตัััะฝะธะบะพะฒ ะฑะปะฐะณะพะดะฐัั ะฝะตะฒะตัะพััะฝะพะผั ัะฐะปะฐะฝัั ะธ ะฟัะพัะตััะธะพะฝะฐะปัะฝะพะน ััะธะบะต. ะะปะฐะฒะฒัะฐั ัะตะฝะธะป ะตั ะฑะพะปััะต ะฒัะตั ะพััะฐะปัะฝัั . ยซะฏ ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐัยป, - ะฟัะพะฑะพัะผะพัะฐะปะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ัะตะฑะต ะฟะพะด ะฝะพั. ะะตะฒััะบะฐ ะณะพะฒะพัะธะปะฐ ัะตะฑะต, ััะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ะฝะต ะฒ ัะพะผ ะฟะพะปะพะถะตะฝะธะธ, ััะพะฑั ัะฐััััะฐะธะฒะฐัััั ะธะท-ะทะฐ ะฒะผะตัะฐัะตะปัััะฒะฐ ะะธัะฐะปะธั. ะะฝ ะฑัะป ะฒัะฝัะถะดะตะฝ ะถะตะฝะธัััั ะฝะฐ ะฝะตะน, ะธ, ะตััะตััะฒะตะฝะฝะพ, ะพะฝะฐ ะฝะต ะผะพะณะปะฐ ัะฐัััะธััะฒะฐัั ะฝะฐ ัะพ, ััะพ ะพะฝ ะฑัะดะตั ะทะฐะฑะพัะธัััั ะพ ะฝะตะน. ยซะะฝะต ะตัั ะฝัะถะฝะพ ะฟะพะดะณะพัะพะฒะธัััั ะบ ะพะฟะตัะฐัะธะธ, ัะฐะบ ััะพ ั ะฟะพะนะดัยป, - ัะผะธัะตะฝะฝัะผ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐะปะฐ, ััะพ ะฝะธัะตะณะพ ะฝะต ะผะพะถะตั ัะดะตะปะฐัั, ััะพะฑั ะธะทะผะตะฝะธัั ัะธััะฐัะธั. ะะปะฐะฒะฒัะฐั ะฟัะพััะพ ะฒะทะดะพั ะฝัะป ะธ ัะผะพััะตะป, ะบะฐะบ ะพะฝะฐ ัั ะพะดะธั. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ั ัะฝััะทะธะฐะทะผะพะผ ะฟะพะณััะทะธะปะฐัั ะฒ ัะฐะฑะพัั, ะฟััะฐััั ะฝะต ะดัะผะฐัั ะพ ััะฐะถะธัะพะฒะบะต. ะะฝะฐ ะฑะตะท ะทะฐะผะธะฝะบะธ ะฟัะพะฒะตะปะฐ ัะฒะพั ะฒัะพััั ะพะฟะตัะฐัะธั, ะทะฐัะตะผ ัะฝัะปะฐ ัะฒะพั ั ะธัััะณะธัะตัะบัั ัะพัะผั ะธ, ะฟะพัะผะพััะตะฒ ะฒะฒะตัั , ัััะฐะปะพ ะฟะปัั ะฝัะปะฐัั ะฝะฐ ัััะป. ะะผะตะฝะฝะพ ะฒ ััะพั ะผะพะผะตะฝั ะฒ ะณะพััะธะฝัั ะฒะพัะปะฐ ะฏะฝะฐ ะธ ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ: ยซะะดัะฐะฒััะฒัะน, ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, - ะฟะพะฟัะธะฒะตัััะฒะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ, ััะบะพ ัะปัะฑะฐััั. - ะขั ัะฒะพะฑะพะดะฝะฐ ะฒะตัะตัะพะผ? ะะพะทะฒะพะปั ัะณะพััะธัั ัะตะฑั ัะถะธะฝะพะผยป. ยซะะทะฒะธะฝะธ, ะฝะพ ั ะผะตะฝั ะตััั ะดะตะปะฐ, ั ะบะพัะพััะผะธ ะฝัะถะฝะพ ัะฐะทะพะฑัะฐัััั ะฟะพะทะถะตยป, - ะฒะตะถะปะธะฒะพ ะพัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐัั ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะะตะฒััะบะฐ ะฝะต ะฑัะปะฐ ะฒ ั ะพัะพัะธั ะพัะฝะพัะตะฝะธัั ั ะฏะฝะพะน. ะะฝะธ ะฑัะปะธ ะฟัะพััะพ ะบะพะปะปะตะณะฐะผะธ, ะฐ ะฝะต ะฟะพะดััะณะฐะผะธ. ะะฑะต ะพะบะพะฝัะธะปะธ ะพะดะธะฝ ะธ ัะพั ะถะต ัะฝะธะฒะตััะธัะตั ะฒ ะพะดะฝะพ ะธ ัะพ ะถะต ะฒัะตะผั. ะัั ัะพะณะดะฐ ะฏะฝะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ัะพะน ะตัั ััััะบะพะน. ะะฝะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ะพัะตะฝั ะฐะผะฑะธัะธะพะทะฝะพะน ะธ ะฒัะตะณะดะฐ ั ะพัะตะปะฐ ะฟะพะบัะฐัะพะฒะฐัััั ะธ ะฟัะธะฒะปะตะบะฐัั ะฒัะตะพะฑัะตะต ะฒะฝะธะผะฐะฝะธะต. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ, ะฒ ัะฒะพั ะพัะตัะตะดั, ะฟัะตะดะฟะพัะธัะฐะปะฐ ะพััะฐะฒะฐัััั ะฝะตะทะฐะผะตัะฝะพะน ะธ ะฑัะปะฐ ะฟะพะณััะถะตะฝะฐ ะฒ ัะฒะพะธ ะบะฝะธะณะธ. ะะพะถะฝะพ ัะบะฐะทะฐัั, ััะพ ะดะตะฒััะบะธ ะฑัะปะธ ะฐะฑัะพะปััะฝะพ ัะฐะทะฝัะผะธ. ะะพะฝััะฝะพะต ะดะตะปะพ, ััะพ ะพะฝะธ ะฝะต ะพัะตะฝั ั ะพัะพัะพ ะปะฐะดะธะปะธ. ยซะ, ะพัะตะฝั ะถะฐะปั, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะฏะฝะฐ, ะฒัะณะปัะดั ะฟะพัะตะผั-ัะพ ัะผัััะฝะฝะพะน. - ะะพะพะฑัะต-ัะพ ั ั ะพัะตะปะฐ ั ัะพะฑะพะน ะบะพะต ะพ ััะผ ะฟะพะณะพะฒะพัะธััยป. ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฒััะฐะปะฐ ะธ ะฟะพะดะพัะปะฐ ะบ ัะฒะพะตะผั ัะบะฐััะธะบั, ััะพะฑั ะฟะพะฒะตัะธัั ั ะฐะปะฐั. ยซะะพะฒะพัะธยป, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะพะฝะฐ, ะฝะต ะณะปัะดั ะฝะฐ ะฏะฝั. ะขะพั ัะฐะบั, ััะพ ะตั ะบะพะปะปะตะณะฐ ัะฐะบ ะธะปะธ ะธะฝะฐัะต ัะฒัะทะฐะปะฐัั ั ะะธัะฐะปะธะตะผ, ะตัั ะฑะพะปััะต ะพัะดะฐะปะธะป ะะฐะผะธะปะปั ะพั ะฏะฝั. ยซะขั, ะดะพะปะถะฝะพ ะฑััั, ัะปััะฐะปะฐ, ะดะฐ? ะะฝะต ะพัะตะฝั ะถะฐะปั. ะฏ ะฟะพะฝััะธั ะฝะต ะธะผะตะปะฐ, ััะพ ะดะธัะตะบัะพัโฆยป ยซะัั ะฒ ะฟะพััะดะบะตยป, - ะฟะตัะตะฑะธะปะฐ ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ. ะะดะฝะฐะบะพ ะฏะฝะฐ ะตัั ะฝะต ะฒัั ัะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ ะธ ะฟัะพะดะพะปะถะธะปะฐ: ยซะ ะตัั, ะผะพะถะตัั ัะพั ัะฐะฝะธัั ะฒ ัะตะบัะตัะต ัะพ, ััะพ ะฒัะตัะฐ ะฒะตัะตัะพะผ ัั ะฒััะปะฐ ะฝะฐ ัะผะตะฝั ะฒะผะตััะพ ะผะตะฝั? ะะฝะฐะตัั, ะฟะพัะบะพะปัะบั ั ัะพะฑะธัะฐััั ะฒ ะฆะตะฝััะฐะปัะฝัะน ะฒะพะตะฝะฝัะน ะณะพัะฟะธัะฐะปั, ั ะฝะต ั ะพัั, ััะพะฑั ััะพ ะฟัะธัะธะฝะธะปะพ ะบะฐะบะธะต-ะปะธะฑะพ ะฟัะพะฑะปะตะผัยป. ะะตัะผะพััั ะฝะฐ ัะพ, ััะพ ะฟัะพััะฑะฐ ะฏะฝั ะฑัะปะฐ ะฝะตะพะฑััะฝะพะน, ะะฐะผะธะปะปะฐ ะฝะต ะดัะผะฐะปะฐ ะพะฑ ััะพะผ ะธ ะพัะฒะตัะธะปะฐ: ยซะฏ ะฝะธะบะพะผั ะฝะต ัะบะฐะถัยป. ะ ะปัะฑะพะผ ัะปััะฐะต, ะฝะต ะฑัะปะพ ะฝะธัะตะณะพ ัััะฐะฝะฝะพะณะพ ะฒ ัะพะผ, ััะพะฑั ะฒะทััั ะฝะฐ ัะตะฑั ัะผะตะฝั ะบะพะปะปะตะณะธ. ะัะตะผั ะพั ะฒัะตะผะตะฝะธ ะธะผ ะฟัะธั ะพะดะธะปะพัั ััะฐะปะบะธะฒะฐัััั ั ะปะธัะฝัะผะธ ััะตะทะฒััะฐะนะฝัะผะธ ะพะฑััะพััะตะปัััะฒะฐะผะธ. ะะฐ ัะตััะธัะพัะธะธ ะฑะพะปัะฝะธัั. ะคัะดะพั ัะธะดะตะป ะฝะฐ ะทะฐะดะฝะตะผ ัะธะดะตะฝัะต ะดะพัะพะณะพะน ัััะฝะพะน ะผะฐัะธะฝั, ะบะพัะพัะฐั ะฑัะปะฐ ะฟัะธะฟะฐัะบะพะฒะฐะฝะฐ ั ะฒะพัะพั. ยซะั, - ัะบะฐะทะฐะป ะพะฝ ะณะพะปะพัะพะผ, ะฟะตัะตะฟะพะปะฝะตะฝะฝัะผ ะณะพัะดะพัััั, - ััะพ ะดัะผะฐะตัั ะพ ะผะพะตะน ััะตะฝะธัะต? ะฃ ะฝะตั ะพัะปะธัะฝัะต ัะฟะพัะพะฑะฝะพััะธ, ะฝะต ัะฐะบ ะปะธ?ยป ะ ัะดะพะผ ั ะผัะถัะธะฝะพะน ัะธะดะตะป ะะธัะฐะปะธะน, ะพัะบะธะฝัะฒัะธัั ะฝะฐ ัะฟะธะฝะบั ัะธะดะตะฝัั. ะะฝ ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ะฟะพะดัะผะฐะป ะพ ะฒัะฐัะต, ะบะพัะพััะน ะปะตัะธะป ะตะณะพ, ะธ ะฒัะฟะพะผะฝะธะป, ะบะฐะบะธะผะธ ัะฟะพะบะพะนะฝัะผะธ ะธ ัะพัะฝัะผะธ ะฑัะปะธ ะตั ะดะตะนััะฒะธั. ะะฐ ัะฐะผะพะผ ะดะตะปะต, ะผัะถัะธะฝะฐ ะฑัะป ะฟะพัะฐะถะตะฝ ะตั ัะฟะพัะพะฑะฝะพัััะผะธ. ยซะญัะพ ะณะพัะฟะพะถะฐ ะะพะปะบะพะฒะฐยป, - ะฒะดััะณ ะทะฐะณะพะฒะพัะธะป ะะตะฝะธั. ะะธัะฐะปะธะน ะพะฟัััะธะป ััะตะบะปะพ ะบะฐะบ ัะฐะท ะฒ ัะพั ะผะพะผะตะฝั, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะฏะฝะฐ ะฟะพะดะพัะปะฐ ะบ ะผะฐัะธะฝะต. ะัะพะฒะธ ะคัะดะพัะฐ ะฟะพะดะฝัะปะธัั, ะธ ะพะฝ ัะบะฐะทะฐะป: ยซะฏะฝะฐ?ยป ะะตะฝะธั ะพะฑะตัะฝัะปัั ั ะฒะพะดะธัะตะปััะบะพะณะพ ะผะตััะฐ ะธ ัะฟัะพัะธะป: ยซะั ะทะฝะฐะตัะต ะตั?ยป ะคัะดะพั ะบะธะฒะฝัะป, ะตะณะพ ะฒะทะณะปัะด ะทะฐะฑะปะตััะตะป ะพั ะปัะฑะพะฟััััะฒะฐ. ยซะะฝะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ัััะดะตะฝัะบะพะน ะฝะฐ ะณะพะด ะผะปะฐะดัะต ะฒ ะผะพัะผ ัะฝะธะฒะตััะธัะตัะตยป. ะะธัะฐะปะธั ััะฐะปะพ ะปัะฑะพะฟััะฝะพ, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝ ััะปััะฐะป ััะพ. ะะฝะฐัะธั, ััะฐ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐ ะฝะต ัะพะปัะบะพ ัะฟะฐัะปะฐ ะตะณะพ ะฟัะพัะปะพะน ะฝะพััั, ะฝะพ ะธ ะทะฐะปะตัะธะปะฐ ะตะณะพ ัะฐะฝั? ยซะญัะพ ััะดัะฑะฐ?ยป - ะฒะพัะบะปะธะบะฝัะป ะะตะฝะธั. ะัะตะปะตะฝะฝะฐั ะฝะฐะบะพะฝะตั ัะตัะธะปะฐ ะดะฐัั ะตะณะพ ะฑะพััั ัะฐะฝั ะฝะฐ ะปัะฑะพะฒั? ยซะะฐะบะพะณะพ ััััะฐ ัั ะฝะตัััั?ยป - ัะฟัะพัะธะป ะคัะดะพั, ะฝะฐั ะผััะธะฒัะธัั, ะฟะตัะตะฒะพะดั ะฒะทะณะปัะด ั ะพะดะฝะพะณะพ ะผัะถัะธะฝั ะฝะฐ ะดััะณะพะณะพ. ...... ะงัะพ ะฑัะดะตั ะดะฐะปััะต? ะะพะปะธัะตััะฒะพ ะณะปะฐะฒ ะทะดะตัั ะพะณัะฐะฝะธัะตะฝะพ, ะฝะฐะถะผะธัะต ะฝะฐ ะบะฝะพะฟะบั ะฝะธะถะต, ััะพะฑั ัััะฐะฝะพะฒะธัั ะฟัะธะปะพะถะตะฝะธะต ะธ ะฟัะพะดะพะปะถะธัั ััะตะฝะธะต ะฑะพะปะตะต ะทะฐั ะฒะฐััะฒะฐััะธั ะณะปะฐะฒ! 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๐Read the next chapters๐ | Itโs not the first time I received photos of my husband, Owen, cheating on me. After losing my parents, I was adopted by Owenโs 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, itโs been three years. But Owen had been acting very strange recently. These photos seemed to explain why... I had to confront him. โOwen?โ I called out. โOwen, 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: โNo, I donโt think I love her anymore.โ Owenโs words gave me icy chills. โHow 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 couldnโt believe what I heardโฆ โJosieโฆ? Were you with Josie?โ I asked with panic in my voice. I couldnโt 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 Owenโs 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 familyโs business. By now, he was the most successful CEO in the city. Although all women admired him, he remained single. I couldnโt believe such a wonderful man would confess to me. I didnโt know why he would fall in love with such an ordinary woman like me? Heโs 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. โDonโt be scared, Noah.โ โIโll protect you.โ โIโm willing to take responsibility.โ โNoah, 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 Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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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 Olvidarloโโ 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". รl 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 | ๊ณ์ ์ฝ๊ธฐ๐ | ๊ทธ๋ ๋ CEO์ ์ ์ธ์ผ๋ก 3๋ ๋์ ์ง๋ด๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ์ ๊ฒฐํผํ๊ณ ์ถ์์ผ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋นํ๊ณ ๊ดด๋ก์์ ๊ฒช์๋ค. ๋ค์ ๋ง๋ฌ์ ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฌด๋ฆ์ ๊ฟ๊ณ ์๋น๋ฅผ ๊ตฌํ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ฌดํ์ ํ๊ฒ "์์ ์ ์กด์คํด์ฃผ์ธ์." ==== "๋ชป ์ฐธ๊ฒ ์ด?" ๋จ์๋ ์ผ์ฃผ์ผ ์ถ์ฅ์ ๋ค๋ ์ค๋ ๋์ ์ฐธ์๋ ์์ ์ ๋ชจ๋ ์์ ๋ถ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. "์ ๋ด์ผ ์ ๋ณด๋ฌ ๊ฐ์." ์ผ๋ฆฟํ ํต์ฆ์ ๋ชธ์ ๋๋ฆฐ ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ. ์ญ์, ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์๋๋ก ๋จ์๋ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ์์๋ค. "์ ๋ง์์ ๋๋ ์๋๊ฐ ๋์ค๋ฉด ๋ฐ๋ก ๋์ํ๋ ค๊ณ ์." ํ์ธํฌ์ ์ ๊ฐ์ ์ธ์ธํ ๋ฏธ์๊ฐ ๋ฒ์ก๋ค. "๊ฒฐํผํ ์๊ฐ์ด๋ ๋ง์ด์ผ?" ๋จ์๊ฐ ์ผ์ด๋ถ์ ๋ฏ ์์ ์์ง์ด์ง ์์๊ณ ์ด๋์ด ๋๋์๊ฐ ์์ ์ ํ์ ๊ฐํ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ซ์ด์ง๊ฒ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ดค๋ค. ๊น์ด๋ฅผ ์ ์ ์๋ ๊ทธ ๋๋์์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋น์ฅ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ๋ง๋ ค๋ค์ด ๊ฐ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋จผ์ ์์ ์ ํผํ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์ฐ๋ฌผ์ญ๋ฌผ ์ ์ ์ด์๋ค. "์ ์ด์ 27์ด์์. ๋ง๋ฅ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆด ์๋ฐ์ ์์ผ๋๊น์..." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋จ์์ ์ ๊ฐ์ ๋ฒ์ง ๋์๋ฅผ ๋ฏธ์ฒ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ๋จ์๋ ์นจ๋ ๊ฐ์ฅ์๋ฆฌ์ ๊ฑธํฐ์์ ๋ด๋ฐฐ์ ๋ถ์ ๋ถ์๋ค. ๊ฒ์์ ์ ์ฅ ๋ฐ์ง๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ํ ์ก์ ๋ฐ ์์ด ์ ๋ค๋ ค์ ธ ์์๊ณ , ๊ฒ์์ ์ ์ธ ๋ ๋จ์ถ 3๊ฐ๊ฐ ํ๋ ค์ ธ ์์ด ๋จ์์ ์น์ํ๊ณ ๋ ๋งคํน์ ์ธ ๋งค๋ ฅ์ ๊ทน๋ํํ๋ค. ๋จ์์ ์๋์ ์ํํ๊ฒ ๋งค๋ฌ๋ ค ์๋ ๋ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฌด์ฌ์ฝ ์ณ๋ค๋ณธ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ ๋ผ์์ ธ ์๋ ์ฝํผ๋ฐ์ง์ ์์ ์ ๊ณ ์ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ ๋ฐ์ง๋ ์ค๋๋ฐ๋ผ ๋์ฑ ๋์ด ๋ถ์ จ๊ณ , ์ค๋์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๋น์๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. 3๋ ์ , ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋จ์์ ๋น์ ์ ๋ถ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์จ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ์ ์ฌํ๋ค. ์ผ๋ง ํ, ์์ฌ์ธ ๊ฐ์งํ๊ณผ ํจ๊ป ์ถ์ฅ์ ๋ ๋์ผ ํ๋ ์๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์ํํด์ผ ํ๊ณ , ๊ทธ ํ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋งค์ฐ ์น๋ฐํด์ก๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋ฐํญํ์ง ์์๋ค. ์๊ณ ๋จ๊ฑฐ์ด ๋ฐค์ ๋ณด๋ธ ํ, ํ ๊ฐ์ง ์ผ์ด ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ผ๋ก ์ด์ด์ก๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ 3๋ ์ด๋ผ๋ ์๊ฐ ๋์ ๋น๋ฐ์ค๋ฌ์ด ๋ง๋จ์. ๊ฐ์ก๊ณ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋ฎ์๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋น์์๊ณ , ๋ฐค์๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ฐฐ๋ ํํธ๋์๋ค. ๋ง์ฝ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฐค, ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ์ด๋ฆฌ์์ ์ ํ๋ง ํ์ง ์์๋ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ์์ง ๋ญ๋งํ๊ณ ์์ ๋ง์ ๋ฐฑ๋ง ํ ์์๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ์๋ ์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ์ผ๋ง ์์ง ์์ผ๋ฉด ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ฒฐํผ์ ํ๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฒ์ด๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ด ๊ด๊ณ๋ฅผ ๋ ์ด์ ์ด์ด๊ฐ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์๋ค. ํ๋ณตํ ๊ฒฐํผ ์ํ์ ๋ผ์ด๋๋ ์ 3์๊ฐ ๋๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์์ ๋ฟ๋๋ฌ, ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ง์ ๋ฐ๋ ์ ๋ถ๋ ๋๋์ฑ ์ซ์๋ค. ๋ ์ด์ ์ด์ด๊ฐ ๊ด๊ณ๊ฐ ์๋๋ผ๊ณ ํ๋จํ์ผ๋, ๊ทธ๋ ์์ผ๋ก ์ง์ ์ด ๊ด๊ณ๋ฅผ ๋์ด ๋ด์ผ๋ง ํ๋ค. ์๋ฌด ์ธ๋ชจ ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ฒ๋ผ ๋น์ฐธํ๊ฒ ๋ฒ๋ ค์ง๋ ๊ฒ๋ณด๋ค ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋จผ์ ๋ ๋๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๋ ๋์ ๊ฑด ์ฌ์ค์ด๋. ์์ ์ ๊ฑฐ๋์ด๋ค์ธ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์ ์ฑ๊ธฐ๊ณ ๋ฏธ๋ฆฌ ์ค๋นํ ์ฌ๋ฒ ์ท์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์์ ์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ๊ณผ ๋ง๋ ๋๋ง๋ค ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฌ๋ถ์ ์ท์ ์ค๋นํ๊ณค ํ๋ค. ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์ ์์ ๋ป์ ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ์ฌ๋ถ์ ์ท์ ๊บผ๋ด๊ธฐ๋ ์ ์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๋ชฉ์ ์ธ๊ฒ ์์ผ์ก์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ""๋ด์ผ ๋ง์ ์ทจ์ํด."" ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ๊บผ๋ธ ๊ฑด ๋ถํ์ด ์๋๋ผ ๋ช ๋ น์ด์๋ค. ์๋ฌด ํ๋ ๋จ์ง ์์ ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์์ ๊ฝ ๋ถ์ก๊ณ ์ง๋ 3๋ ๋์ ํ ๋ง ์ค ๊ฐ์ฅ ์ฉ๊ธฐ ์๋ ๋ง์ ๋ด๋ฑ์๋ค. "๊ฒฐํผ... ์ทจ์ํ ๊ฑด๊ฐ์?" ๊ฐ์งํ๋ง ํ๋ฝํ๋ค๋ฉด, ํ์ธํฌ๋ ํ์ ๊ทธ์ ๊ณ์ ๋จธ๋ฌผ๊ณ ์ถ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ด ์๋ง ์๋ค๋ฉด ์ผ๋ง๋ ํ๋ณตํ ๊น. ๋จ, ์ ๋ถ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ ์ ๋ ์ฉ๋ฉํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ์์ฃผ ์ ๊น ์ผ์ด๋ถ์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋๋ ๋ฎ๊ฒ ์ค์๋ฅผ ํฐ๋จ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ ์์์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ด์ฐ๋ ์์๋ง์๋์ง, ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ๋ ์์ด ๋์ค๋ ํ๊ธฐ์ ๋น์ฅ์ด๋ผ๋ ์คํ์ด ๋ค ์ ๋์๋ค. "์ ๋์์ด." ๊ณง์ด์ด ์์ญ์ด๋ฏ์ด ๋ค๋ ค์ค๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์ ๋ชจ๋ ํฌ๋ง์ด ์์ฅ์ฐฝ ๋ถ์์ก๋ค. ๋ฌผ๋ก , ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์์ ์ ์ฌ๋ํ์ง ์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ผ๋ ์ฌ์ค์ ๋๊ตฌ๋ณด๋ค ์ ์๊ณ ์์ผ๋ฉด์๋ ๋ง์ด๋ค. ๋๋ค์ ๊ทธ์ ๋๊ธธ์ ํผํ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์์์ง๋ง, ๊ทธ ์์์๋ฆฌ๋ง์ ์์ ์ ๋น์๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ ๋๋์ด ๋ค์๋ค. "๋ํ๋, ์ ๋ ๋ด์ผ ์ฐ์ฐจ ์ฌ์ฉํ ์์ ์ด๋ ์ ๊ฐ ์ ์ฒญํ ์ฐ์ฐจ ๊ฑฐ์ ํ์ง ๋ง์๊ธฐ ๋ฐ๋๋๋ค. ๋ฒ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ ํ ์ฐ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์ฌ์ฉํ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋๊น ๊ฑฐ์ ํ ์ด์ ๋ ์๊ฒ ์ฃ ?" ๊ฑฐ์น ๊ฒ ์ผ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ง ๊ทธ์ ์ด๋ชฉ๊ตฌ๋น๊ฐ ํ๋ฌ๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ฆ๋ช ํ์ง๋ง ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ๋๋ก ๊พน ์ต๋๋ ๋ค. ๋จ์์ ์ฃผ์์๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ง ํ๋ง๋์ ์์ํ๊ณ ํํธ๋๋ก ์ง๋ผ ์ฌ์๋ค์ด ๋์น๊ณ ๋ ๋จ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ฅด์ง ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ ํ์ ์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ํ์ธํฌ์ ํฑ์ ๋์์ฃผ๊ณ ์์ค๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. ์ ์ ํ, ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์ค์๋ฅผ ๋ง์น๊ณ ๋์ค์ ๋ฐฉ์ ์ด๋ฏธ ๊น๋ํ๊ฒ ์ ๋ฆฌ๋์ด ์์๋ค. ์นจ๋์๋ 3๋ ์ , ์์ ์ด ํ์ธํฌ์๊ฒ ๊ฑด๋จ ์ํ ์นด๋๊ฐ ๋์ฌ ์์๋ค. ์ด ์นด๋๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์์ ์ ํํธ๋๋ก ์ง๋ด๋ ํ์ธํฌ์๊ฒ ์ง์ํ ์นด๋์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ง๋ 3๋ ๋์, ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์นด๋์ ์๋ ๋ ํ ํผ๋ ๋ค์น์ง ์์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ด์ ๋ชจ๋ฅผ ์ง์ฆ๊ณผ ๋ต๋ตํจ์ด ๊ฐ์ด ๊น์ํ ๊ณณ์์ ์น๋ฐ์ด ์ค๋ฅด๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ์ 2ํ ๋ง์ ํ ๋ฐ๋ก ์์ (์ 2๋ถ๋ถ) ๋ค์ ๋ ์์นจ 9์, ์นดํ. ์ด๋ฒ ๋ง์ ์ด ์ฒซ ๋ง์ ์ ์๋์์ง๋ง, ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ์ดํ ๋ก ์ง์งํ ํ๋๋ก ์ํ๋ ๊ฑด ์ฒ์์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง์ํธ์ ์์ ๋จ์๋ 36์ด์ ๋์ด์ ํ๋ฒํ ์๊น์์ ์ด์ ๋ง ๊ท๊ตญํ์ฌ ์ง๊ธ์ ๋ชจ ์ ์ ํ์ฌ์ ์์ ์์ง๋์ด๋ก ๊ทผ๋ฌดํ๊ณ ์๋ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ์ง์ ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ง์๊ฐ ์ ๊ณ ๋ด์ฑ์ ์ธ ์ฑ๊ฒฉ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฐ ์ด์ ๋๋ฌธ์ธ์ง, ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ๋ง๋์๋ถํฐ ์ง๊ธ๊น์ง ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ๋ํ์ ์ฃผ๋๊ถ์ ์ฅ์ ํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ด๋จธ๋์ธ ์ ๋ฏธ์์ ์๊ตฌ๋๋ก ์๋จ๊ณผ ์๋ฌผ์ ๋น๋กฏํด, ์ ํผ ์ง๊ณผ ์๋์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์๊ตฌํ๊ณ ๋จ์๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ๋ชจ๋ ๋ง์กฑ์์ผ ์ค ์ ์๋ค๊ณ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. ๋ ์ด์ ๊ฑฐ์ ํ ์ด์ ๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์ง ๋ชปํ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋ง์์ด ๊ณตํํด์ง๋ฉฐ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ๋ป๊ทผํด์ง๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ์์นจ ์ผ์ฐ ์ง์ ๋์ค ๋, ์ ๋ฏธ์์ด ์์ํ๊ณ ๋ ์๋ฅํ ๋ชจ์ต์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐฐ์ ํด ์ฃผ๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ ์ฌ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ด๋จธ๋๋ ์ด์ ์ด๋ฑํ๊ต 5ํ๋ ๋จ๋์์ ๋ฑ๊ต ์ค๋น๋ฅผ ๋์์ฃผ๋ฉด์ ํ์ธํฌ์๊ฒ ๋ง์ ์์ ์ฃผ์ํด์ผ ํ ๋ง๊ณผ ๋ฐ๋์ ์ ๊ธฐํด์ผ ํ ์๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ์๊ธฐ์์ผ ์ฃผ๋ฉฐ ๊ฒฐํผ์ ์ข์ ์ ์ ๋ํ์ฌ ๊ฐ์กฐํ๊ณ ๋ ๊ฐ์กฐํ๋ค. ๋ฌด์๋ณด๋ค๋ ํ์ธํฌ์๊ฒ ์๋จ ์๋ฌผ์ ๋ ๋ง์ด ์๊ตฌํ๋๋ก ์ง์ํ๊ณ , ๋จ๋์์ ๋ํ ๋ฑ๋ก๊ธ๊ณผ ์์ผ๋ก ์์ ์ ๋ ธํ์๊ธ๊น์ง ์๊ตฌํ๋ฉฐ ์์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋์ด๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ์ ํ์ธํฌ์ ์ ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋น์ค๋ฌํ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ๋ฉฐ ์ด์์์ ์ง์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ด๋จธ๋ ์ ๋ฏธ์์ 6๋ฒ์ ๊ฒฐํผ์ ๋ชจ๋ ์คํจํ๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ ๊น๋งฃ๊ฒ ์์ด๋ฒ๋ฆฐ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. 2๋ ์ , ์ ๋ฏธ์์ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ 10์ด ๋จ์งํ ๋จ์์์ด์ ์์ ์ก๊ณ ๋ํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํ ๋จธ๋๊ฐ ์ ์ผํ๊ฒ ๋จ๊ฒจ๋ ๋ก์ ์ง ์์์ ํต๊ณกํ๋ฉฐ 10๋ ๋์ ์ฐ๋ฝ ํ ๋ฒ ํ์ง ์์ ๋ธ์๊ฒ ๋จ์์์ด๋ฅผ ํค์ฐ๋ผ๊ณ ๊ฐ์ํ๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ๋ ์ด๋ฐ ์๊ฐ์ ํ๋ค. ๋ง์ฝ, ์ ๋ฏธ์์ด ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์๊ฒผ๋์ง ๊ธฐ์ตํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ด๋จธ๋๋ก ์ธ์ ํ์ง ์์๋ ๋ ๊น? ํ์ง๋ง ํ์ค์ ๋ ์๊ฐ๋๋ก ํ๋ฌ๊ฐ์ง ์์๊ณ ์๋ฆ๋ค์ด ๋ฏธ๋๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ฐ์นํ ์์๊น์ง ๋ฐํํ๋ค. ํ ์์ ๋ฅผ ๋ฌผ๊ณ ํ์ด๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ค์ด์๋ชฌ๋ ์์ ๋ฅผ ๋ฌผ๊ณ ํ์ด๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ณ์ ์๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ์์ฌ๋ ํจ๊ป ๋ง์ด๋ค. ์ด๋, ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์๋ฆฌ์์ ๋ฒ๋ก ์ผ์ด๋๋ ์ด์ ํ์ ์์ง์ ์๋ฆฌ์ ๋ฒ์ฉ ์ ์ ์ด ๋ค์๋ค. ์ด์ ํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ค์ ์๋ ๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ๊ณ ๊ณต์ํ ์์ธ๋ฅผ ์ทจํ๋ฉฐ ํ๋ฆฌ๊น์ง ์์ฌ๊ฐ๋ฉฐ ์ธ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. "๊ฐ ๋ํ๋. ์ฐ์ฐํ ๋ง๋๋ ๋ ๋ฐ๊ฐ์ด ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ต๋๋ค." ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ฐ๋ก ๋ค์์ ํ๊ฒจ์ค๋ ์ต์ํ ํฅ์ ๋์๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฎ์ณค๊ณ , ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ธด์ฅํ ๋ฏ ์์ฒด๋ฅผ ๊ผฟ๊ผฟ์ด ์ธ์ ๋ค. ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ ๋ธ๋ํ์ด๋ผ๋ ์จ๊ฒจ ๋์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ ์ด๋์ด ๋๋์๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ฃผ์ํ๊ณ ์์๊ณ ๊ธด์ฅ๊ฐ์ ๋น์ฅ์ด๋ผ๋ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ์ ๋ฐ์ ํ์ด๋์ฌ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์ ์ด ์๊ฐ์ ์ด๊ณณ์ ์๋ ๊ฑธ๊น? ์นดํ์์ ํ๋งคํ๋ ์ปคํผ๋ ์ ์ ๋์ง๋ ์์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ๋ง์๋ ๋ชจ๋ ์ปคํผ๋ ๋ค ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ์ง์ ๋ง๋ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. "๋ค, ์๋ ํ์ธ์." ํ์ธํฌ์๊ฒ์ ์์ ์ ๊ฑฐ๋์ด๋ค์ธ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ด์ ํ๋ฅผ ํฅํด ์๊ฒ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋์ธ ๋ค์ ์นด์ดํฐ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ด์ ํ๊ฐ ๋๊ตฌ์ธ์ง ์ ํ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋ ๋์น์์ง๋ง, ์ด์ ํ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์๊ธฐ ์ธ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์์คฌ๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ ๋ง์กฑํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ณง๋ฐ๋ก ์ด์ ํ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ํด์ธ์์ ์ ํ ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๋์ ์ถ๊ฐํ๋ ๋ ผ๋ฌธ์ ๋ํด ๊ทน์ฐฌํ๋ค. ์ด์ ํ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ํ ์กด๊ฒฝ์ฌ์ ํ๋๋ก ์น์์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๊ณ , ๋ค์ผ๋ฉด ๋ค์์๋ก ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์์น์ฌ์ด ๋ค์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์ด์ ํ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ง์ ๋ฃ์ง ์๊ธธ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ฉฐ ์นด์ดํฐ ๋ฐฉํฅ์ ๋์๋ณด์ ๋คํํ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ํตํ ์ค์ด์๋ค. "๊ทธ๋." ๊ฐ์งํ์ ํ์๋ต์ง ์๊ฒ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์ด ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ํตํ๋ฅผ ํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. "๋๋ง ์ข์ผ๋ฉด ๋ผ. ์ด๋ฐ ๋ด." ํตํ๋ฅผ ๋ง์น ๊ทธ๋ ์ฝ์ฝ๋ ๋ฐํฌ๋ฅผ ํฌ์ฅํ๊ณ ์นดํ๋ฅผ ๋น ์ ธ๋๊ฐ๋ค. ์ฝ์ฝ๋ ๋ฐํฌ๋ฅผ ๋ง์๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์ฃผ๋ก ์ฌ์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ฝํผ์๋ฅผ ์ํด ์ง์ ์นดํ๊น์ง ์จ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๊ฐ์ด์ด ์๋ ค์ค๋ ๋๋์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ์ด์ ํ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ง์ ์ง์คํ ์ ์์๋ค. ๋ง์ ์ด ๋๋ ๋ฌด๋ ต, ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋ค์์ ๊ธฐ์ฝํ๋ ์ด์ ํ์ ๋ง์ ์ ์ง ์๊ฒ ๋๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ํ ๋ฒ ๋ ๋ง๋๋ณด๊ธฐ๋ก ๊ฒฐ์ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ์ค, ์ด์ ํ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋๋ ํ์ฌ์ ๊ธํ ์ผ์ด ์๊ฒจ ์ง๊ธ ๋น์ฅ ๋์๊ฐ ๋ด์ผ ํ๋ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ์ด์ ํ๋ ํ์ธํฌ์๊ฒ ์ฐ์ ์ฌ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋ค๊ณ ๋ค์์ ๋ง๋ ์ฝ์๊น์ง ๋ฏธ๋ฆฌ ์ก์ ํ ์นดํ๋ฅผ ๋์ฐ๋ค. ์ ์ ํ, ์นดํ๋ฅผ ๋์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ํ์์ ์ฌ๋ผํ๊ณ ์ง์ผ๋ก ํฅํ ์ค๋น๋ฅผ ํ๋ค. ์์นจ์ ๋จน์ง ์์ ์์ธ์ผ๊น, ์๋๋ฉด ๋น์์ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ๋๋ฌด ๋ง์ด ๋ง์ ํ์ผ๊น. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฐจ์ ์ค๋ฅด์๋ง์ ์์ด ๋ฉ์ฅ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๊ณ ์ฐธ์ผ๋ ค๊ณ ์ ๋ฅผ ์ผ์ง๋ง, ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ์คํจํ๊ณ ๋ง์๋ค. "๊ธฐ์ฌ๋, ์ฐจ ์ข ์ธ์์ฃผ์ธ์..." ๋ง์ ๋ง์น๊ธฐ๋ ์ ์ ํ๊ตฌ์ญ์ง์ด ๋จผ์ ๋์ค์ ์ฐจ์ ๋ง๋ จ๋์ด ์๋ ์ฐ๋ ๊ธฐ๋ดํฌ๋ฅผ ์ง์ด ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์์๋ค. ๊ธธ๊ฐ์ ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์ธ์ด ํ์ ๊ธฐ์ฌ๋์ ์๋ ํ ๋ด์ง๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋ค๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. "๊ธ๋ฐฉ ์์ ํ๋ฉด ๋ค๋ค ๊ทธ๋์. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์๋ด๋ ์๊ฐ์จ๋ ์ฆ์์ด ๋๊ฐ์์ด์. ์ ๋ง์ด ๊ฐํ๊ฒ ๋๋ ๊ณผ์ผ์ ๋จน์ผ๋ฉด ์กฐ๊ธ ๊ด์ฐฎ์์ง ์๋ ์์ด์. ์ฒซ 4๊ฐ์ ๋์์ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ํ๋ค ๊ฑฐ์์. ๊ทธ ์๊ธฐ๋ง ์ง๋๋ฉด ์ ๋ ์ ์๊ณ ๋ฐฅ๋ ์์ ์ฒ๋ผ ๋จน์ ์ ์์ ๊ฑฐ์์." ํ์ ๊ธฐ์ฌ๋์ ๋ง์ ๋ฃ๊ณ ๋์์ผ ์๋ฆฌ ์ฃผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ณ์ฐํ๋ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊น์ง ๋๋๋ค. ์๋ฆฌ ์์ ์ผ์ด ์ด๋ฏธ ์ผ์ฃผ์ผ์ด๋ ์ง๋ ์ํฉ์ด์๋ค. ์๋์ผ, ๊ทธ๋ด ๋ฆฌ ์์ด... ์ฝ์ ๋น ์ง์์ด ์ ์ฑ๊ฒจ ๋จน์๋๋ฐ... ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ฐ๋ฌผ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ฐ๋ ค์ค๋ ๊ธฐ์ต์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ค์ ์๋ฆฌ์ ์ผ์ด๋ถ๊ณ ๋ง์๋ค. ์ ํํ 3์ฃผ์ผ ์ , ๋ค์ ๋ , ์์นจ ์ผ์ฐ ์ฝ๊ตญ์ ๋ค๋ฌ ํผ์์ฝ์ ์ฌ๋ ค ํ์ผ๋ ์ ๋ฏธ์์ด ๋๋ฐ ํ์๋ก ์ฒดํฌ๋์๋ค๋ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ณ ๋๋ฌด ํ๊ฐ ์น๋ฐ์๋ ๋๋จธ์ง ํผ์์ฝ์ ๊น๋งฃ๊ฒ ์๊ณ ์์๋ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๋ค์ ๊ธฐ์ต๋ฌ์ ๋, ์ด๋ฏธ ์ฝ์ ๋ณต์ฉํด์ผ ํ๋ ๊ธฐํ์ด ํ์ฉ ์ง๋๋ฒ๋ฆฐ ํ์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ๋งํ ์์ ์ฌ๋ ค ๋ณต๋ถ๋ฅผ ์ฐ๋ค๋ฌ์๋ค. ๋ง์ ์ ๋ณด์๋ง์ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๋จ์์ ์์ด๋ฅผ ์์ ํ๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ ์๊ฒ ๋ ํ๋ฅ ์ ์ผ๋ง๋ ๋ ๊น? ์ 3ํ ์์ ํ์ด ์๋ด ํ ๋ณ์, ์ ์์ฆ์ ์์ ์ฅ ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ์ฐ๋ถ์ธ๊ณผ ๋ณต๋์์ ์ค์ ์๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋ฐ๊ฑธ์์ ์ฎ๊ธฐ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋ชจํ์ด๋ฅผ ๋์ ๋ถ๊ณผ ๋ช ๋ฏธํฐ๋ฐ์ ๋จ์ด์ง์ง ์์ ๊ณณ์์ ์ต์ํ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ๋ค. ๋ง์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ์ค๊ฐ๋ ๋ณ์ ๋ก๋น์์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ์ฒด๋ง ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ ๋จ๋ฒ์ ์ ์ ์์๋ค. ์ญ์ผ๊ฐํ ๋ชธ๋งค์ ์ด์ธ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ง์ถค ์ ์ฅ์ ๋จ์์ ์๋ฒฝํ๊ฒ ๋งค์น๋์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์กฐ๊ธ ์ ์นดํ์์ ํฌ์ฅํ ์ฝ์ฝ๋ ๋ฐํฌ๋ฅผ ๊ณ์ ์ ์ฌ์์๊ฒ ๊ฑด๋ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์์ ๋ผ์์ง ๋ฐ์ง๊ฐ ๋ณ์ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ์ ๋ฐ์ฌ๋๋ ํ์ด์ ๋ง์ ์ ๋ํ ๋๋ถ์๊ฒ ๋น๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ฐ์ด์ด ์๋ ค์ค๋ ๋๋์ ์ ์จ ๋๋ฅธ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์์ ์ ํผํ์ง ์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ์ค์ค๋ก ๋ค์งํ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ณ์ ๋น๋นํ๊ฒ ์ ์ฌ์์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ํ์ธํ๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋์ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ๋ด๋ค. ๋ฐ๋ก ์ด๋, ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์๋ ๋ฐฉํฅ์ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. ๋ง์ฃผ์น ๋ ๋ ์ฌ์ด๋ก ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ถ์พํ ๊ธฐ์์ด ์ค์ณ ์ง๋๊ฐ๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ ์จ ๋ฏธ์ ์ง์ ์ผ๊ตด๋ก ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋์๋ค. ์ง๊ธ ์ด ์๊ฐ์ ๋ง๋จ์ด ๋จ์ํ ์ฐ์ฐ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์น๋ถํ๊ณ ์ถ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๋๋ค์ ๋ฐ๋ ค์ค๋ ํ๊ตฌ์ญ์ง์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํฉ๊ธํ ํ์ฅ์ค๋ก ๋ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ๊ณ ์์ ๋ชจ๋ ๋น์๋ด๊ณ ๋์์ผ ์จ์ ๊ณ ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ด ์ ์์๋ค. ํ์ฅ์ค๋ก ๋ฌ๋ ค์ฌ ๋, ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ๊ณผ ๊ทธ์ ์ฝํผ๋ ๋ค์ ๋์ธ ํ์งํ์ ์ ํ ๊ธ์จ๋ฅผ ๋๋ํ ๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ๋์จ ๊ณณ์ ๋ฐ๋ก ์ฐ์ ๊ฒ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ ๊ณณ์ด์๋ค. ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ์๋ง ๊ฒฐํผ ์ ๋ถํฐ ๊ณํํ ์์ด๋ฅผ ์ํด ๊ฒ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ฌ ์จ ๊ฒ์ด๊ฒ ์ง. ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์ผ๋ถ๋ฌ ์๊ฐ์ ๋ด์ด ๋ณ์์ ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธํ๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค๊ณผ ์นดํ์ ๋ค๋ฌ ์ง์ ์ฝ์ฝ๋ ๋ฐํฌ๋ฅผ ํฌ์ฅํ ๊ฒ๊น์ง ์๊ฐํ์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋๋ค์ ๋ง์์ด ์ธ์ธํด ๋๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ๋ฌผ๋ก ๊ทธ์ ์๋ด๊ฐ ๋ ์ฌ๋์๊ฒ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ชจ๋ ์ ์ ๊ณผ ์๊ฐ์ ์์๋ถ์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์ผ๊ฑฐ์์ผํฌ์กฑ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ํ๋ ๋ฐฉ์๊ณผ๋ ๋๋ฌด ๋น๊ต๊ฐ ๋์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ๋ฐฐ๋ ํํธ๋๋ก ์ง๋๋ ์ง๋ 3๋ ๋์, ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ฌด์จ ์์์ ์ฆ๊ฒจ ๋จน๊ณ ๋ฌด์์ ์ข์ํ๋์ง ์๊ณ ์๋์ง๋ ์์ฌ์ด ๋ค์๋ค. ์ด์ ๋ ์ด์ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ์์๋ ๋ ๋ฌธ์ ์ ๋ํด ๊น์ด ์๊ฐํ ์๊ฐ๋ ์๋์ง๋ ์์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ธ ์์ ๋น์น ์ด์ทํ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ซ์ด์ง๊ฒ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๊ณ ์ฌํธํก์ ํ๋๋ ํฐ์๋ก ์ ์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ๋ฆ๊ณ ๋์์ผ ํ์ฅ์ค ๋ฌธ์ ์ด๊ณ ๋์๋ค. ๋ฌธ์ ์ด์๋ง์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์ธ๋ฉด๋ ์์ ๊ธฐ๋์ด ์๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ๊ณ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ๊น๊ฒ ์ฐํธ๋ฆฐ ๊ทธ์ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ ์ฌ์ด์ ๋ถ์ ๋ถ์ธ ๋ด๋ฐฐ๊ฐ ์์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ด ๊ณณ์ ๋์๊ฐ ๋ง์์ ๋ค์ง ์์๋ค. ์ค๋ง, ๊ทธ์ ์ฝํผ๋ ๋ ํ์ฅ์ค์ ์๋ ๊ฑธ๊น? ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ํน ์์ด๊ณ ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ๋ณด์ง ๋ชปํ ์ฒ ์ฐ๊ธฐํ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๋ณ์ ํ์ฅ์ค์ ์ธ๋ฉด๋๋ ํ ์ค๋ก ๋์ฌ ์์๊ณ ์์ ์ป์ผ๋ ค๋ฉด ๋ฐ๋์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ณ์ ์ง๋๊ฐ์ผ๋ง ํ๋ค. ์์ ์ป์์ง ๋ง์ง ๊ณ ๋ฏผํ๊ณ ์์ ๋, ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. "์์ ํ์ด?" ์งง์ ๊ทธ์ ๋ฌผ์ ํ ๋ง๋์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ์ด์ด ์ ๋ฉํ๊ฒ ๋ด๋ ค์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ฐ์์ ์ ์ฌํ ๊ด์ฐฐํ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋๋ต์ ๋ฃ์ง ์์๋ ์ ์ ์์๋ค. "๋๋ตํด!" ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ํฅํด ํ ๊ฑธ์ ํ ๊ฑธ์ ๋ค๊ฐ์๊ณ , ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ข์์ง์๋ก ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ๋์ฑ ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋ ์ ์์๋ค. ๋น์ฅ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ชฉ์ ์์ผ์ฅ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ ๊ธฐ์ธ์ ํ๋ ๋๋น. ๋ง์ฝ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์์ ํ ๊ฒ์ด ์ฌ์ค์ด๋ผ๋ฉด, ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ฐ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์์ ์ค๋ก. "์๋์." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ํ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ผฟ๊ผฟ์ด ํด๊ณ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ ๋์ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. "๋ฐฐํ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ฝ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ฌ ์์ด์." "๊ทธ๋? ํ์ง๋ง ์ํ ๋ด๊ณผ๋ ์ฌ๊ธฐ ์๋๋ฐ?" ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ง์ ๋ฏฟ์ง ์๋๋ค๋ ๋ฏ ๋์ ๊ฐ๋๊ฒ ๋จ๊ณ ์ถ๊ถํ๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ์ ์ผ๊ตด์๋ ์ธ์ธํ ๋ฏธ์๋ง ๋ฒ์ง ๋ฟ์ด์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์ ์ด ๋์ฒด ์ผ๋ง๋ ์ซ์ ๊ฑธ๊น? "์ด๊ณณ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ์ ์ผ๋๊น์. ์ ๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ง์ ๋ฏฟ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋ฉด, ๋ํ๋๊ป์ ์ ์ ํจ๊ป ์ฐ๋ถ์ธ๊ณผ ์ง์ฐฐ์ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ฉด ๋๊ฒ ๋ค์." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ํ์ ํ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์กด์ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ ๋ ์ฝํผ๋ ์๊ฒ ์๋ฆฌ์ง ์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ์ ์์๋๋ก ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ค์๋ฅผ ํฐ๋จ๋ฆฌ๋๋ ๋ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ์ฅ ์์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํฑ์ ์์ผ์ก์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์์ง์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ ์ ์ ํ์ ๋ ๋จ๊ฑฐ์ด ๋ด๋ฐฐ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ผ๊ตด ๋ฐ๋ก ์์ผ๋ก ๋ค๊ฐ์๊ณ , ์๋ฆฌ์ ์ผ์ด๋ถ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ผ๊ตด์ ํ์ด ์ง๊น ๋๋ ค์ ๋ค. "๋ง์ฝ ์ง๊ธ ๋ด ์์์ ํ ๋ง์ด ๊ฑฐ์ง๋ง์ด๋ผ๋ฉด, ๊ทธ ์์ํ ๋๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์น๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ. ์ฐฉํ๊ฒ ๊ตด์ด์ผ์ง. ๋ด์ผ ์ถ๊ทผํด." ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ๊ฑฐ์น ๊ฒ ํ์ธํฌ์ ํฑ์ ๋์ ์ฃผ์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์์ด ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ค์ณ ์ง๋๊ฐ ๋, ํฌ๋ฏธํ ํฅ์ ๋์๊ฐ ํ์ธํฌ์ ์ฝ๋ฅผ ์ฐ๋ ๋ค. ๋ฏ์ ํฅ์ ๋์์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์๋ ค์ค๋ ๊ฐ์ด์ ์์ผ์ก์๋ค. 3๋ ์ด๋ผ๋ ์๊ฐ ๋์, ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ๋ฌด์์ ์ซ์ดํ๋์ง ๋๊ตฌ๋ณด๋ค ์ ํ์ ํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ฌ์ ํฅ์ ๋์๋ฅผ ์ ์ผ ์ซ์ดํ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ง๊ธ์... ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฃผ๋จน์ ์์ผ์ฅ๊ณ ์ ์ ์ ๊ผญ ๊นจ๋ฌผ์๋ค. ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋ถ๊ฐ๋ฅํ ๊ฑด ์์๋ค. ๋จ์ง ๊ทธ ๊ท์น์ ์ด๊ธธ ์ ์๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค๋ง ๊ฐ๋ฅํ ๊ฒ์ผ ๋ฟ. ๋ฉ์ด์ง๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ท๋ชจ์ต์ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ๊ฒฐ์ฌํ ๋ฏ ์ ์ ์ด์๋ค. "๋ํ๋, ์ ํด์ฌํ๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค." ๋ช ๋ฐ์ง ๋ผ์ง ๋ชปํ ๋จ์๊ฐ ๋ค์ ์๋ฆฌ์ ๋ฉ์ถฐ ์๋๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋์๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋๋ฌผ์๋ค. "๋ฐฉ๊ธ ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ?" "ํด์ฌํ๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ด๋ฒ์ ์ข ๋ ์ฐจ๋ถํ๊ณ ํ๊ณ ํ ํ๋๋ก ๊ฐ์ ๋ง์ ๋ฐ๋ณตํ๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ์ ์ผ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ์ณ๋ค๋ดค๊ณ ์ ์ ์๋ ๋น์๋ฅ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฏํ ๋ฏธ์๊ฐ ๊ฑธ๋ ค ์์๋ค. "ํ๋ชจ์์ฒ๊ฐ ๋ ์๊ฐ์ด์ผ?" ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋ด๋ดํ๊ฒ ์ค๋ช ํ๋ค. "ํ๋ชจ์์ฒ๋ ๋์์ง ์๋ค์. ๋ง์ ์๋๊ฐ ์ค๋ ์ ์ ๊ฒฐํผ๊น์ง ์ฝ์ํ์ด์." "๊ทธ ๋จ์๊ฐ ๋ง์์ ๋ค์์ด?" ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ ์๋ฐ์ ์ด์๊ณ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ์ผ์ด๋ถ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ์์ฃผ ์ ๊น์ด๋๋ง ์์ ์ด ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋๊ณผ ๊ฒฐํผํ๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ํ๋ฅผ ๋ด๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ๋ฏฟ์ ๋ปํ์ผ๋๊น. "๊ทธ ๋จ์๊ฐ ๋ ๋ง์กฑํ๊ฒ ํ ์ ์์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์?" ํ์ง๋ง ๋ง์ ํ๋ฉด ํ ์๋ก ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์๋ ๋น์์์ด ํ๊ฐ๋ ๋ฌป์ด๋ฌ๋ค. "๊ทธ ๋จ์, ๋๋ ์ ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ด์ผ. ๋๋์ ์ด์ธ๋ฆฌ์ง ์์. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋๊น ์ต๋ํ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋๋ด." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ์๋ฌด๋ ์ง ์๊ฒ ๋ด๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ์ฌ๋จ์ด์ ๋ฒ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๊ฐ๋งํ ์ง์ผ๋ดค๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋งํฌ๋ ํ์ฌ์์ ์ ๋ฌด๋ฅผ ๋งก๊ธธ ๋์ ๋ค๋ฆ์์ด ๋ด๋ดํ๊ณ ๋ ํ์จํ๋ค. ์์ ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ์ ๋ฌต๋ฌตํ ๊ทธ์ ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง, ์ง๊ธ์ ๋ ์ด์ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์กด์ฌ๋ ๋ฌต์ดํ๋ ๋จ์์ ๋ฐ์ ์ง๋ฐํ ํ์ฒด๋ ์์๋ณผ ์ ์๊ฒ ๋ณํ๋ ์์ ์ด ์ซ์๋ค. ์ฉ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ธ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋งํฌ๋ฅผ ํ๋ด ๋ด๋ฉฐ ๋น์๋ฅ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค. ์ฌ์ง์ด ์ ์ ๋ฏธ์๊น์ง ์ง์ผ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ ๋์ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ์ณ๋ค๋ดค๋ค. "ํ๋ฒ ๋์ ํด ๋ณด๊ณ ์ถ์ด์. ๋๊ฐ ์์์? ์์ธ๋ก ์๊ถํฉ์ด ์ ๋ง์์ง." ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ธ๋ฉด๋์์ ๋์ถฉ ์์ ์ป์ ๋ค, ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๊ฑฐ๋ค๋ ๋ณด์ง๋ ์๊ณ ๋ฉ์ด์ ธ ๊ฐ๋ค. ๋ณ์ ๊ฑด๋ฌผ์ ๋์๋ ์๊ฐ๊น์ง ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋จ๋ฆฌ๋ ์์ ์ฃผ์ฒดํ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ๋๋ฌด ๋๋ ค์ ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ฐ๋ถ์ธ๊ณผ ๊ฒ์ฌ๋ ๋ฐ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋น์๊ฐ ๋ ์๊ฐ๋ถํฐ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋จ ํ ๋ฒ๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ง์ ๋ฐ๋ฐํ๊ฑฐ๋ ๋ง๋๊พธํ ์ ์ด ์์๋ค. ์ค๋์ด ์ฒ์์ด์๋ค. ์์ ์ ์ด๋ฐ ํ๋์ด ์ด๋ค ํ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ์ด๋ํ ์ง ๋ชฐ๋๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ํ ๊ฐ์ง๋ง์ ํ์คํ๋ค. ์ง๊ธ ๋น์ฅ ํ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ง๋๊ณ ๊ฐ์งํ๊ณผ ์ต๋ํ ๋ฉ๋ฆฌ ๋จ์ด์ ธ ์ง๋ด์ผ ํ๋ค. ์์ํ ์ง๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ง ์์๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ์ง๋๊ณ ๋ค์ ๋ ์์นจ์ด ์ฐพ์์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์์ค ๊ฑฐ์ธ ์์์ ์ถ๊ทผํ ์ง ๋ง์ง ํ์ฐธ์ ๋ง์ค์๋ค. 2์๊ฐ ํ, ์์ ์ฌ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋ ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์งํ ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค ๋ฌธ์ ์กฐ์ฌ์ค๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋ ธํฌํ๊ณ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ์ง๋ฌด์ฑ ์ ์์ ๊ณต์ํ๊ฒ ๋ด๋ ค๋์๋ค. "๋ํ๋, ์ฌ์ธํด ์ฃผ์ธ์." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์๋ ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ์ฌ์ง์๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ฐ๋ฉฐ ์ ์คํ๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ๊ทธ์ ์์ ๋ฉ์ถฐ ์ค ๋๊น์ง ์๋ฅ์์ ๋์ ๋ผ์ง ์์๋ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์ฌ์ง์๋ผ๋ ๋ง์ ์์ฐ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์ง์ง ์ฌ์ง์๋ฅผ ์ ์ถํ ์ค ๋ชฐ๋๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ฏฟ์ ์ ์๋ค๋ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ํ์ธํฌ๋ฅผ ๋ ธ๋ ค๋ดค๋ค. ์์ ์ ๋ซ์ด์ง๊ฒ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ ๊น๊ณ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋์์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋ฐ๋ฉฐ ๋ชธ์ด ์์ฐ์์ฐํด ๋๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. "๊ฒฐ์ ํ์ด?" ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฌด๊ฒ์ง๋ ๊ฐ๋ณ์ง๋ ์๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์จ๋ชธ์ ๊ฐ์๋ค. "๋ค. ๊ฒฐ์ ํ์ต๋๋ค." ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋จ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ถ๋ฉฐ ์ต๋ํ ์นจ์ฐฉํ๊ฒ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ํผ์ ์์์ ํฐ๋จ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ฒ์ง๋ก ๊ฐ๋ณ๊ฒ ์ฑ ์์ ๋๋๋ ธ๋ค. "์ด๋ฆฌ ์." ์ ์ ์ ๊ผญ ๊นจ๋ฌธ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์๋ฆฌ์์ ๊ฟ์ ๋ ํ์ง ์์๋ค. "ํด์ฌํ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์?" ๋์์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ํ์ ์ธ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค์ ์ธ๋ ธ๊ณ ์์ผ๋ก ๊น์ ํ์จ์ ๋ด์ฐ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ํ ๋ชจ์ต์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๊ฐ๊น์ด ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ๋ค. ์ต์ํ๊ณ ๋ ํฌ๊ทผํ ๊ทธ์ ํฅ์๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์์ง๋ง ์จ ๋งํ๋ ๋๋์ ์ง์ธ ์ ์์๋ค. ํ์ธํฌ์ ์กฐ์ฌ์ค๋ฌ์ด ๋ชจ์ต์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ฐธ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ์์์ ํฐ๋จ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ฐ์งํ์ ํ์์๋ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ด์ด ์์ง ์๋ ํธ์ด์๋ค. ๊ธฐ๊ปํด์ผ ์ ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๋ง ๋น์ค๋ฌํ ์ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ฏธ์๋ง ์ง์ ๋ฟ. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ฒ์ง ๋ฏธ์๋ ๊ทธ์ ์ธ์งข์ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ์ค๋ช ํ๊ณ ๊ทธ๊ฒ์ ๊ณง ๋ค๊ฐ์ฌ ํญํ์ ์ ์ผ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์๋ชฉ์ ์์ผ์ก์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ด ๋ ๊น๋ฐํ ์ฌ์ด์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ง๋ฌด์ฑ ์ ์์ ๋๋ฅด๊ณ ๊ฐ๋งํ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ดค๋ค. ์๋ฐฑ ์์ฒ์ต ๊ท๋ชจ์ ๊ณ์ฝ ์๋ฅ๊ฐ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ๋จ์ด์ก์ง๋ง ์๋ฌด๋ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ์์๋ค...... ...... ==== 3๋ ๋์ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋น์๋ก, ๋น๋ฐ ์ ์ธ์ผ๋ก ๊ณ์ ์์ด์๋ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ๋จ์๊ฐ ๊ฒฐํผํ๋ค๋ ์์๊ณผ ํจ๊ป ์ด ๊ด๊ณ๋ ๋๋ด๊ณ ์ถ์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง... ์ ๊ณ์ ๋ถ์ก๊ณ ๋์์ฃผ์ง ์๋ ๊ฑธ๊น? ์ด์ด์ง๋ ๊ฐ์งํ์ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์๊ณผ ์ ๋งค ๊ฐ๋ํ ๋๊ธธ์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ํท๊ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ฉฐ ์ ์ ์์ ์ ์ ํ๊ณผ ๋ง์์ ์ ์ ์๊ฒ ๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ ๊ทธ ๋. ํ์ธํฌ๊ฐ ์์ ์ ํ๋ค. ์ฌํด์ง๋ ์ ๋ง์, ๊ฐ์งํ์ ์ง์ฐฉ์, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ํ์์ค๋ฌ์ด ์๋ง์ ์๋ฐ์ ํ์ธํฌ๋ ์ ์ ์ ๋ง์์ผ๋ก ๋น ์ ธ๋ค๊ฒ ๋์๊ณ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๊ณ ํต์์์ ์ฌ๋ผ์ก๋ค...... ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์ค์ค๋ก๋ฅผ ๊ตฌ์ํ๊ณ ๋ฐ๊ฒฉํ ๊ฒ์ธ๊ฐ์? ์์ผ๋ก๋ ์ด๋ค ์ ๊ฐ๊ฐ ํผ์ณ์ง๊น์? ์์ ํ ์คํ ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ฆ๊ธฐ๊ณ ์ถ์ผ์๋ค๋ฉด ์๋์ ๋ฒํผ์ ๋๋ฌ App์ ๋ค์ด๋ก๋ ๋ฐ์ผ์ธ์. 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๐Read the next chapters๐ | 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? โฆ 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 Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | It was 1 AM when I woke up from a bad dream. I was all alone. Whereโd Jared run off to? I propped up my slightly round belly and headed downstairs to find him. Just as I approached the hallway, a womanโs sweet voice became clearer. It was Sofia, my husbandโs so-called best friend. โWhat 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 โI did it willingly for my wife,โ I heard Jaredโs steady, deep voice. โYou changed, Jared. This isnโt you. What has your wife done to you?โ โHuh? You failed your marriage, now judge mine?โ โStop it Jared, you know it, you know I divorced my husband because of you!โ Sofiaโs shrill voice cried out. My eyes widened. What the hell? โShut up! Donโt drag me into your divorce!โ Jared snapped, his voice laced with fury but it didnโt ease the weight in my chest. I had ever seen him act so emotionalโฆ A sob escape Sofiaโs throat. She moved into Jaredโs 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. โI have no strength for this, Sofia. Move,โ I said coldly. โAnd if I donโt? You think you can try to kill me and go Scott Free?โ She asked, hands akimbo. โStop pretending. Go beg Jared for attention if you want his pity.โ โYou still donโt see the truth, do you?โ She stepped aside with a laugh. I walked past, but she called out, โWho 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 weโd both fallen. God, sheโs so despicable! As I lay there, gasping for air, Jared rushed in. I couldnโt speak, but my eyes begged him. Please, help me. Help our baby! He knelt by me, but thenโhe 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 Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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๐ฅ๐ฅClick to read the next chapter for free๐ | 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 hadnโt 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 didnโt 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 weโll have a new boss." "I just hope that our new boss should be good-looking, like a Korean drama CEO." "Hey! Do you know whoโs going to buy the company?" Stella heard their chatter but didnโt care about the gossip. She knew these people didnโt 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, itโll be Kingstonโs, 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... Donโt worry, Iโm fine. Itโs just..." Stella glanced at the reports in her hand and said, "I havenโt had my period for two months, and when I went to the hospital..." She didnโt 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 didnโt know what to say. In the end, she just congratulated her. Stella didnโt 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 wouldnโt 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 donโt 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 didnโt want the child. Stella looked into his eyes, trying her best to remain calm and hold back her tears. She didnโt 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 herโfrom 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 wouldnโt have dared to take her so lightly, if it hadnโt 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 hesitationโnothing. 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 couldnโt control her emotions. Because she had loved this stone-heated man for so many years. Stella didnโt 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 didnโt 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 hadnโt anticipated such intense pain in her heart. Stella didnโt 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, donโt worry about me. Iโm fine. Itโs just that Iโm 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 hadnโt 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 donโt think my whereabouts has anything to do with Mr. Kingston. Weโre 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 couldnโt 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 didnโt 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 didnโt say anything. He had once told her that he liked children, which was why she hadnโt 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 didnโt want to let him see her tears. She didnโt turn around, keeping her back facing him. Stella took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Kingston, donโt think too much. I also donโt 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 donโt see each other again in this life." After she said, Stella didnโt stop for a minute and left. At first, she didnโt want to leave this place, but now... She felt suffocated. Stella held her bag tightly and left without looking back. RK watched the womanโs 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 didnโt 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." "Thatโs 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 didnโt 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 didnโt 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 wasnโt 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 didnโt 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 didnโt 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 itโs not going to happen. 70 million is too much; theyโre 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 Iโm coming to the company, and ask her to personally explain to me how itโs 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 didnโt need to be personally involved. All of them had question marks on their faces. **** Alex wasnโt 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 companyโs 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 hadnโt 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. "Didnโt 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 didnโt care about him anymore. Anyway, she wasnโt going to stay here. Usually, she didnโt 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, weโre 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 didnโt 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 didnโt 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, youโre 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 donโt 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, youโre our lucky star." Stella just lowered her head and didnโt speak. Because it wasnโt what she wanted. Lily continued, "Stella, you just came back, so you probably donโt know much about the city, right?" As she spoke, she leaned closer to Stellaโs ear and whispered, "Let me tell you, Mr. Kingston is the most handsome man in X City. Heโs not only handsome but also rich and capable. Heโs 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 didnโt marry her sister?" Stella couldnโt believe they hadnโt married yet. Didnโt 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 didnโt disappoint me. Quickly, go to the meeting room and sit for a while. 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๐ฅ๐ฅClick to read the next chapter for free๐ | At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before herโher 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 wonโt be a concubine. Sheโll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that sheโs 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 donโt 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 wifeโs 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, "Sheโs unlike any woman Iโve 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, sheโs 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 estateโs affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasnโt 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, sheโs different from any woman you know. As a general, sheโs above household squabbles and wouldnโt 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-" "Thatโs 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, "Itโs fine. If she says anything unpleasant, Iโll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Donโt you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. โWhy 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 โOh, 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 familyโs life respectable, and this was her reward. โEnough,โ Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. โIโve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion wonโt change anything.โ As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. โMy lady, my lord has really crossed the line!โ Lulu, Carissaโs maid, said, wiping her tears. โDonโt call him that!โ Carissa gave her a stern look. โWe never consummated the marriage. Heโs not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.โ โWhy the dowry list?โ Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. โSilly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.โ Lulu gasped. โLeave? 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 familyโs former glory seemed impossibleโat 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 familyโs fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. โLulu, 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 Carissaโs arrival to the king three times. โYour 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. โI canโt summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.โ โThe guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. Sheโs been standing there for over an hour without moving.โ Salvador felt a pang of guilt. โBarrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didnโt want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.โ โYour 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. โAlright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, Iโll 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. โAs 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 cลur. 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 Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | "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 herโher 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 wonโt be a concubine. Sheโll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that sheโs 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 donโt 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 Barrettโs 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 estateโs 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, sheโs different from any woman you know. As a general, sheโs above household squabbles and wouldnโt 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-" "Thatโs 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." โOh, 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 familyโs life respectable, and this was her reward. โEnough,โ Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. โIโve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion wonโt change anything.โ As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. โMy lady, my lord has really crossed the line!โ Lulu, Carissaโs maid, said, wiping her tears. โDonโt call him that!โ Carissa gave her a stern look. โWe never consummated the marriage. Heโs not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.โ โWhy the dowry list?โ Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. โSilly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.โ Lulu gasped. โLeave? 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 familyโs former glory seemed impossibleโat 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 familyโs fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. โLulu, 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 Carissaโs arrival to the king three times. โYour 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. โI canโt summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.โ โThe guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. Sheโs been standing there for over an hour without moving.โ Salvador felt a pang of guilt. โBarrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didnโt want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.โ โYour 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. โAlright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, Iโll 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. โAs 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. 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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | 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 manโPhil, I think his name wasโsuddenly 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 moneyโabout the only thing these leeches cared aboutโbut 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. 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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | 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, โUseless 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 didnโt mess around and he had the largest pack. โHe 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. โUhheemโ 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 donโt quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. โIs this the way you greet all Alphaโs?โ His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. โIโm sorry.โ I whisper, getting to my feet. โIโฆI 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. โCome 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 Iโm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. โYou smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?โ I nod, though I couldnโt tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. โI would prefer it if you spoke to me.โ He growls, โIโm not in the mood to play games.โ โYes.โ I whisper. I couldnโt help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? โWhy 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 โIโฆโ I hated the question. โSpit it out, I havenโt got all day!โ His deep voice sends a shiver through me, โYou should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. Itโs rude to not look at them.โ Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact. โMy Wolf abilities were bound,โ I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasnโt 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, โWhy 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. โIt was a punishment.โ I whisper. It wasnโt far from the entire truth but it was the simplest answer I could give. Thereโs 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 couldnโt tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me โNeah, what the fuck are you doing in my office?โ He turns to the crimson eyed man. โI 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. โI wouldnโt do that if I were you.โ Alpha Daneโs 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. โNeah,โ My name rolls off of his tongue, โwas 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. โGet 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 haveโฆ. My brain freezes when I see my brother glaring at me. โNeah is your sister, correct?โ Alpha Dane questions my brother. โShe is.โ Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. โWhy do you treat her like shit?โ Straight to the point, my brother wouldnโt like that. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didnโt know what to do. I couldnโt 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. โShe's an unforgiven murderer.โ Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. โMurdered who?โ Alpha Daneโs voice rumbles through me. 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๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before herโher 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 wonโt be a concubine. Sheโll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that sheโs 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 donโt 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 wifeโs 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, "Sheโs unlike any woman Iโve 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, sheโs 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 estateโs affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasnโt 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, sheโs different from any woman you know. As a general, sheโs above household squabbles and wouldnโt 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-" "Thatโs 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, "Itโs fine. If she says anything unpleasant, Iโll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Donโt you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. โWhy 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 โOh, 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 familyโs life respectable, and this was her reward. โEnough,โ Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. โIโve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion wonโt change anything.โ As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. โMy lady, my lord has really crossed the line!โ Lulu, Carissaโs maid, said, wiping her tears. โDonโt call him that!โ Carissa gave her a stern look. โWe never consummated the marriage. Heโs not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.โ โWhy the dowry list?โ Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. โSilly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.โ Lulu gasped. โLeave? 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 familyโs former glory seemed impossibleโat 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 familyโs fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. โLulu, 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 Carissaโs arrival to the king three times. โYour 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. โI canโt summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.โ โThe guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. Sheโs been standing there for over an hour without moving.โ Salvador felt a pang of guilt. โBarrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didnโt want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.โ โYour 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. โAlright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, Iโll 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. โAs 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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Read more FREE chapters๐ | This wasnโt 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 beโฆ? 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 Owenโs 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 canโt believe that was almost 3 years ago now. But Owen had been acting very strange lately. These photos seemed to explain whyโฆ I had to confront him. โOwen?โ I called out. โOwen, 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: โNo, I donโt think I love her anymore.โ His words gave me icy chills. โYou should be happy, Simon. I know you like Noah. If we get a divorce, you can have her.โ Owen continued. โHe said...what?โ I couldnโt believe my ears and cried in my heart, โHow dare he talk about me like that? I wasn't just some object he could give away! โ Hearing Owenโs 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, โQuestion him and then what? Do I want divorce? No, I donโt 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. โJust 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. โWhere are you going? Itโs getting late and dinner is ready.โ I said. โDinner with a client. Donโt wait for me.โ Owen replied and left without hesitation. I sat alone at the table, looking at the food Iโd carefully prepared for him. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I listlessly turned the spaghetti round and round with my fork. I wasnโt 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 werenโt perfect. My belly wasnโt as flat as it used to be. Maybe I shouldโve 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... โJoiseโ! โJosieโฆ? Were you with Josie?โ I asked with panic in my voice. I helped his heavy body into bed. He grunted some words I couldnโt understand. I couldnโt 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 didnโt 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. โOwen, 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, โIf youโre 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: โJosieโ. Chapter 2 - Hope Noah My heart sank when Owen picked up the phone. The screen clearly said โJosieโ. He answered: โHello? 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 couldnโt 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 wouldโve never let me suffer like this. โIโll pick you up later.โ Owen said, ready to go. I grabbed his hand and begged him to stay with me. โPlease, donโt leave. I'm sick, Owen. I need to see a doctor. Iโm too weak to be all by myself.โ He was very impatient. He said he had some important business to deal with. I couldnโt 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: โIn 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: โHello, Noah?โ The voice on the phone sounded very deep. I figured Owen got a cold after his late night out. โIโm so sick, Iโm so weak. I need to get to the hospital. Please, come back, pleaseโฆโ I pleaded, my voice weak and trembling. โIโll 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. Whatโs wrong? I didnโt 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 Owenโs 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 Raymondโs 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 familyโs business. By now, he was the most successful CEO in the city. Although all women admired him, he remained single. โDoes Owen know youโre sick?โ Raymond said, looking concerned. โHow 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. โDon't worry, Noah. I got your call earlier.โ Oops, I must have pressed the number of โOwenโs Bossโ instead of โOwenโ. I apologized for the inconvenience. โYou are a member of our family, Noah. Itโs 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. โThank you, Raymond. This means a lot to me.โ I said with a relieved sigh. โOf course, Noah. Whenever you need me, Iโll be there.โ He responded. He still had a slight Australian accent. He asked me what happened. I wouldnโt have shared my familyโs private problems with another man who I didnโt 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? โI donโt 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. โHow 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. โPlease, 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 hadnโt 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 Raymondโs aftershave smelled a little special. โRaymond? Noah? What are you doing?!โ I suddenly heard Owenโs 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 didnโt 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. โSo, youโve 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 wasnโt the one who couldnโt be trusted! โOwen! How dare you talk to her like that! Itโs not our familyโs 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. Raymondโs fists were clenched and his tense muscles were visible through his buttoned up shirt. He looked like he was about to hit Owen. I didnโt want them to fight over me, so I tried to calm them both down. โRaymond, itโs okay. Owen will take me in to see a doctor. Thank you for driving me here.โ I said gratefully. โPlease, donโt 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 couldnโt 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. โOwen, I can explain. I tried to call you, but I was so sick I accidentally dialed Raymondโs 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, โWell, I was just on my way to come and get you. Then I saw you get out of uncle Raymond's car and โfallโ right into his arms.โ He looked at Raymond with an arrogant smirk. โYou can go back to your important job now, uncle. Iโll look after my wife.โ Raymondโs eyes were cold, but he respected my wishes. He didn't object. After warning Owen that heโd 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 didnโt 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. โOwenโฆ What is going on? Do you still love me? Do you still regard me as your wife?โ I asked. โSo 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. โI know you cheated on me, Owen.โ I uttered with pain in my voice. โYouโve 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. โWhat 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: โSomeone sent me photos of the two of you together. The first time, they didn't show your face. So I didnโt 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. โOwen, we have grown up together since we were kids. I always thought we knew each other the most and could trust each other. I canโt believe you would cheat me like that!โ I cried, โOwen, 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 wouldnโt answer, Owen said: โItโs 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? โWhy, 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. โOwen, 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, โI donโt 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 didnโt 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 couldnโt get up. I thought Owen would help me, but only heard: โYou lost your footing. Itโs not my fault.โ There was a sudden knock on the door. Owen stumbled past me down the stairs. โRaymond? What are you doing here? Now is not a good time.โ โI came to ask you what is going on. You need to give me an explanation. You havenโt โฆ 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. โThis is how you treat your wife?! I donโt believe you. Donโt 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 didnโt even have time to explain. Raymond immediately wrapped me up in his suit jacket and took me to see the doctor. โTwice in one day? That must be a record.โ The doctor said wearily. I gave her a wry grin and answered, โNot by choiceโฆโ 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. โI donโt normally need so much help, you know.โ I broke the ice. โI happen to be a strong, independent woman most of the time.โ Raymond laughed heartily. โJokes aside, I'm really grateful for everything you've done for me.โ I continued. โWhy did you come over tonight, Raymond?โ โOwen hadnโt 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. โI just canโt believe what he did to you!โ He continued. โIf he ever does anything like that again, please tell me. Iโll 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. โThank you, Raymond. Iโm okay now. It was an accident. Owen didnโt push me off the stairs on purpose. He didnโt mean to hurt me.โ I explained. Raymond looked a little angry, but he still carefully drove me home. โGoodbye, Raymond. Thank you again, for everything.โ I said with feeling as he hugged me. โBye, Noah. Itโs 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 couldnโt believe my eyes! While the hours I was leaving, my husband was screwing with my best friend in my room! Didnโt he remember I got hurt because of him?! How ridiculous! Even though I had seen Owen and Josieโs 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. โHow dare you cheat on me in our home! In our own bed, for Godโs sake!โ I cried out. They hadnโt heard me open the bedroom door over the romantic music that was playing. They turned around with shocked looks on their faces. If I wasnโt so devastated, it mightโve been funny. Owen's mouth had lipstick smears all over it, and Josieโs 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. โI donโt 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 Owenโs arms. Owen comforted her gently, then snapped at me: โYouโve already seen us together anyway, haven't you, Noah?โ โI am done with you.โ He continued. โOur whole relationship was based on a lie. Josie shouldโve been with me all along!โ I didnโt understand. โWhat are you talking about, Owen?โ He held up a delicate golden necklace with a tear shaped ruby that had been resting on Josieโs collarbone. โRemember 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. Youโve 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 didnโt believe me. โJosie,โ I cried. โHow could you do this to me? Why would you steal my necklace? You know how much it means to me! Weโve been best friends since the orphanage, havenโt we? Does that mean nothing to you?โ โNoah, you know this necklace has always belonged to me. I was the one who saved Owen. But you stole my life to be adopted,โJosie played innocent with me, โI 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 couldnโt 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๏ผ 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 Josieโs waist and warned me, โYouโd better stay out of our life from now on. Iโll 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 otherโฆ But now, everything changed, simply because of a necklace. In fact, โnecklaceโ is just an excuse for his betrayal. I didnโt believe our years of affection couldnโt prove my heart. โNoah, my life was ruined by you. You owe me that.โ Josie said. โOne day youโll both regret this. I didnโt do anything wrong.โ I sobbed. As they walked out, I faintly heard Owen reply: โItโs my fault. I should have found you earlier, or you wouldnโt 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 Owenโs 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 Owenโs angry shouting: โHow dare you do this to Josie! Those guys you hired? You must pay for what you have done!โ Chapter 6 - Choice Noah โWhat?! What guys? I just woke up, Owen. I have no idea what youโre talking about.โ I replied to the angry voice on the phone. โMore lies! I canโt believe you, Noah. You're despicable!โ Owen shouted. He was so loud, I had to move the phone away from my ear. โOwen, please calm down. All I remember is you leaving with Josie last night. I fell asleep on the couch. What happened?โ โJosie 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. โOh, itโs our โold friendโ.โ The nurse said jokingly. I smiled as she directed me to Josieโs room. As soon as I knocked on the door, Owen opened it with an enraged look on his face. โFinally! That took you long enough.โ He whispered angrily. โJosie is sleeping.โ He came out and gently closed the door behind him. We walked towards the chairs in the hallway. โI have no idea what happened, Owen.โ I said honestly. โCan you please tell me what is going on? Some guys attacked her?โ โAre you still pretending you weren't behind this? You are unbelievable.โ He shook his head, then continued. โJosie 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 โWhat? That's horrible!โ I replied in shock. Although I was angry with Josie, I wouldn't wish this on anyone. โStop 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 couldnโt believe the trust between us was so fragile. โWould 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: โNever 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. โI didnโt prepare your dinner. I guess you would have dinner with Josie?โ I said plainly. I didnโt know why he came back at this time, but I didnโt care about it anymore. He ignored my words and said, โYou still donโt 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 โJosie 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. โI choose divorce.โ I said coldly. โGood. My lawyer will contact you in the next morning,โOwen said ruthlessly with a wicked smile, โOh, Iโve prepared another โsurpriseโ for you. 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