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🎁 Don’t Miss: Up To 50% OFF! 📣 | 🌞 Radiate Peace and Positivity with Free Hippie Spirit! 🌿 🌈Vibrant designs inspired by the timeless hippie culture ✨ Soft, sustainable fabrics for a planet-friendly lifestyle 🛒FREE SHIPPING on orders over $79! #hippie #hippiestyle #vintage #bohostyle #love | SHOP_NOW | https://www.freehippiespirit.com/collections/sale? | Freehippie spirit | https://www.facebook.com/61559447534318/ | 9,778 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop now | 0 | freehippiespirit.com | IMAGE | freehippiespirit | https://www.freehippiespirit.com/collections/sale?sort_by=womens-floral-pattern-art-print-cotton-linen-casual-shirt-2h7g,womens-floral-art-print-pocket-cotton-dresses-tcfe,womens-colorful-square-patchwork-pattern-art-print-pocket-cotton-dresses,womens-irregular-sun-coast-pattern-art-print-cotton-linen-casual-shirt&utm_source=facebook.com&utm_medium=cpc&utm_term=FB20&utm_campaign=Ad-FB20-20250303-56 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481666674_597957986412338_2162121928271457869_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=fY2Jul33R_oQ7kNvgGBylQ4&_nc_oc=AdjMfy3u72THQmwWCAX1nfFydIt9rSyKn13xPydWJhhlv__JKKRpjrjfrcwDI3B9_88nQJslCuvXFesPuBWOpxyx&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AJP6sc6o89DSqYNpZU6BQ2x&oh=00_AYAp9oUDkO1JVLSMrkTnCpB4Um1g7gnS3xa2FZlvcJ69kg&oe=67CBCA5D | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Freehippie spirit | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Free First Treatment! | Attention Ankeny! Discover the Celebrity Secret to a Sculpted Body and Detox with Ballancer® Pro at WellForm MD! We're excited to announce that the Ballancer® Pro—a favorite among celebrities like Jennifer Aniston, Zac Efron, and Lady Gaga—has arrived at WellForm MD! This state-of-the-art compression therapy system offers a range of aesthetic benefits, including: - Effective Weight Loss & Fat Breakdown: Stimulates the lymphatic system to naturally eliminate excess fluids and toxins, aiding in weight reduction. - Precision Body Contouring & Toning: Targets specific areas to smooth and tone, helping you achieve a more sculpted physique. - Cellulite Reduction: Enhances skin texture by reducing the appearance of cellulite, leaving your skin looking firmer and more youthful. Experience the treatment Hollywood's elite use to de-bloat before major events and maintain a sculpted look. To celebrate its launch at WellForm MD, we're offering your first Ballancer® Pro treatment FREE! Don't miss this exclusive opportunity to kickstart your body transformation. Book your complimentary session today and step into the secret of the stars! Tel: 515-724-9517 or visit https://wellformmd.com/treatments/ballancer-pro/ #WellFormMD #BallancerPro #CelebritySecret #BodySculpting #WeightLoss #CelluliteReduction #BodyContouring #WellnessJourney | CALL_NOW | WellForm MD | https://www.facebook.com/wellformmd/ | 106 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Call now | 0 | IMAGE | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481200466_23976223501968048_4450192664343617789_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=t5jPJpkmDqwQ7kNvgGudYXJ&_nc_oc=AdhgJgMySI-oXkOvi8EjjqvOj-KzNtS2xK2gzrf_t02YJQPn8icOCMdDWng-FTg1xW8cZy7-tXMNFVc_WuJ5UcXY&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AVuVaW-I4yO6xDHMPFM4svk&oh=00_AYD7oKMpH6FwEmKK3brFXuns2FGoI_num6nB2cWnwEqIdw&oe=67CBC9B8 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | WellForm MD | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Transform Your Future Fast | 🚀 Kickstart Your Career in Quality Assurance! 🚀 🎓 Become a QA expert in just 6 weeks! 💻 Gain hands-on experience in software testing, bug tracking & automation. ✅ Industry-leading training + job placement support with top companies! 📢 Limited slots available! Don’t miss out—enroll now & transform your future! 👉 [Sign Up Today!] | SIGN_UP | http://fb.me/ | Verizon Tech It | https://www.facebook.com/verizontechit2013/ | 2,420 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Sign up | 0 | fb.me | IMAGE | http://fb.me/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480561138_990311519136288_757919965410882667_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=rtv53LbBRAYQ7kNvgGw8iJV&_nc_oc=AdjwOoHFq1cjqiLn8i9je8h_in56XKq3sDqV3aQabrl9eC5VlB_r6pZUmaKhmhrAtqaXsbDopWcKPdgtmlA3j15J&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AFMg2znTYHEymyRGeaTWb8e&oh=00_AYCbw1ZwZ1t2iq2Aq9w5QCIRx_OnWXdzTBFQCOTDypQOug&oe=67CBE4F7 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Verizon Tech It | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Alzheimer's Care | CONTACT_US | http://brightstarcareilcent.rtrk.com/?scid=4530814 | BrightStar Care Central DuPage Wheaton | https://www.facebook.com/DupageWheaton/ | 438 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Contact Us | 0 | brightstarcare.com | CAROUSEL | http://brightstarcareilcent.rtrk.com/?scid=4530814&pub_cr_id=27182423&rl_sitelink=2295383 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/394583107_1497030257787759_510045124799808853_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=K3t8A8vtSxAQ7kNvgFtwyBc&_nc_oc=Adg-aUQ7drLRcfoCmqHmF2MsflfIZqwJyU1jFRIdruGjMW3tTibhM1ykLKNq1GPh5W6R-HMXkWreTshXW-O9waLB&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AN0uX5vpLXdWH45Op5d1Cv1&oh=00_AYCNQrHDWT3h1QRKSDzgWZx9GnS7xe8N-MW3BLuECKdm6g&oe=67CBDE89 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | BrightStar Care Central DuPage Wheaton | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Butterfly Design Round Cut Blue Sapphire Pendant Necklace | 📖 Every piece of jewelry 💞 writes a poem of love 💘 ✅Any order 10% off Sitewide Show More👉https://bit.ly/3qQjR8a Free Shipping | SHOP_NOW | https://www.nextearrings.com/butterfly-design-roun | Nextfineearrings | https://www.facebook.com/100076128372142/ | 10,422 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop Now | 0 | nextearrings.com | DPA | 30-days return & exchange | https://www.nextearrings.com/butterfly-design-round-cut-blue-sapphire-pendant-necklace-e1987 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480574970_1136962057810493_8578547628380146693_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=USEB9tLrxOQQ7kNvgHZ64sI&_nc_oc=AdjmWELu-8s2vqcpCZcp0q32mAlOcA9NUTVX5cqzrzHsnCOcqZp6ttPuf-VuFCDk2AF8msqZEigsJvI7JZXuUrRN&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A27c9AkSksRozXU-yiRHVxG&oh=00_AYCjHJ7qKoJSfFLS6jreYTTQTCc0EZOo3zVl2jT90rSeNg&oe=67CBC221 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Nextfineearrings | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Ask an Expert | Neglecting your hearing health comes at a cost. Let’s walk through your benefits together. | LEARN_MORE | https://www.audibelshawnee.com/hear/insurance/ | Audibel Hearing Center - Shawnee | https://www.facebook.com/100064982392785/ | 9 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | audibelshawnee.com | DCO | Book a free consultation. | https://www.audibelshawnee.com/hear/insurance/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/477447252_1066148011945365_1493858824454915144_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=g4ka9zg0HH0Q7kNvgG6VFQf&_nc_oc=AdgyyZf3-rwxX5td9eCCzqpNhwEyQgIJ_L_noZbKAX6FZ6tf2Sa5uhn9aIoMuEQf2nLKVdEa-Dv7BuLqJLHHSaiK&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AHQYaE2DkEmumnDglnU4KbI&oh=00_AYClCzE5-HIxIN7p2OZwy5OfTpLJDDTpPJMvO-nm-MlOWA&oe=67CBAC70 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Audibel Hearing Center - Shawnee | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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🌞 Radiate Peace and Positivity with Free Hippie Spirit! 🌿 🌈Vibrant designs inspired by the timeless hippie culture ✨ Soft, sustainable fabrics for a planet-friendly lifestyle 🛒FREE SHIPPING on orders over $79! #hippie #hippiestyle #vintage #bohostyle #love | SHOP_NOW | https://freehippiespirit.com/collections/sale?sort | Freehippie spirit | https://www.facebook.com/61559447534318/ | 9,778 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop now | 0 | IMAGE | https://freehippiespirit.com/collections/sale?sort_by=womens-floral-textured-art-print-linen-and-cotton-v-neck-casual-shirt%2Cvintage-ethnic-style-pattern-art-printed-cotton-and-linen-casual-womens-shirt-s3cc%2Cwomens-hippie-art-print-casual-cotton-and-linen-shirt-pi06%2Cwomens-ethnic-totem-art-print-v-neck-button-pocket-cotton-dress&utm_source=facebook.com&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=fb20030309&utm_content=802132838515907&utm_term=fb20 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/482002859_2024846627993023_2395356189313528943_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ZOTLj6DVEL4Q7kNvgHijmUv&_nc_oc=AdgzEKiqSNnURMLUs2FbH2qhK-z0esOddEg63vIRcUf0nR9D3QmQtrgXSeaXRhVp0L16jmWhANlxhYZnjUJ9VpsU&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AJP6sc6o89DSqYNpZU6BQ2x&oh=00_AYCIUPuu52xhOIyr_tAYm900-reDmlPWDu_5c-j2jFM71A&oe=67CBB727 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Freehippie spirit | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-03-03 12:57 | active | 2774 | 0 | Paint Transformations starting at $249 | 👋 Hi, I'm Juan, founder of locally owned, JC Residential Painting. ❓ Everyone always asks me, "How much would it cost to paint my home?" Well…Each project is unique! 🏠 After you answer a few simple questions about your property, we'll provide a FREE, INSTANT quote. 👆 Click 'GET QUOTE' below! 🌎 We're locally owned & dedicated to our community, which is why we're offering paint transformations starting at $249! Proudly serving Garland, Dallas, Arlington, Plano, Irving & Surrounding Areas! | GET_QUOTE | http://fb.me/ | VooltPro Certified | https://www.facebook.com/vooltpro/ | 230 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Get quote | 0 | fb.me | VIDEO | http://fb.me/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480455800_993915102651767_7920953128271485957_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=v1RhJS9P9rMQ7kNvgFfVuSv&_nc_oc=AdiYhefHKx1qkfGr29A_3qkJ82d0xdzphQtv_pdJj6vijKQ7VWxKlMZCAMkcher3CNEzIEq5ZwJUjDnrCQ7XnM8r&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A-GqfIOx_MnKQ9EGKSVLXar&oh=00_AYDLYEPrilSwPmCDT7h0gJ8Txtr7cRR0qsuiTncp5FkhDA&oe=67CBBBDB | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | VooltPro Certified | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The LOUDEST Polos in Golf! | Who said golf polos have to be boring? Our loud, buttery-soft designs deliver style and stretch to keep you looking sharp and swinging free. | SHOP_NOW | http://obnoxiousgolf.com/ | Obnoxious Golf | https://www.facebook.com/ObnoxiousGolfShop/ | 11,060 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop now | 0 | obnoxiousgolf.com | IMAGE | Look great, on and off the course | http://obnoxiousgolf.com/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480744635_2027024491143345_2212261847817191421_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=0wH46nVRKpsQ7kNvgG5QzKa&_nc_oc=AdgbzVSnTPxeHzpNGAEY3VntguP43BbDP-QHh3KSfrqlr0azzZt_41mwWNp3_7oShi6MyC3qgb3kLIPluJ9pIMG_&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A27c9AkSksRozXU-yiRHVxG&oh=00_AYDbGCwsKXGz1iU3E8-jW_-JFs4N1aqZopMaspEzT1Elrg&oe=67CBE0C1 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Obnoxious Golf | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-03-03 12:57 | active | 2774 | 0 | ➡️Click the link to watch for free | The most free dramas on the market, free VIP, wonderful short dramas are all in Footage | DOWNLOAD | https://www.footage-viewmore.com/app/launch/launch | Footage2.0 | https://www.facebook.com/61571161498849/ | 8 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Download | 0 | www.footage-viewmore.com | VIDEO | https://www.footage-viewmore.com/app/launch/launch.html?id=10&ad_group_name=好一个乖乖女-英语-原片-250226-无-常佳玉-007-58s-达人.mp4&ad_group_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name=好一个乖乖女-英语-原片-250226-无-常佳玉-007-58s-达人.mp4&m_campaign_name=Bluefocus-杨峥-footage-fb-149-好一个乖乖女-US-aeo-0228-D4D&m_campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&_btid=649521082187887&pid=2011691199338971&bacid=4B12AA6D8A93D18993CE472D5552C374969AF56934D8FB6DCF7856C6D4D8ACC9D20C3FE1956FB18ED148A7F263607C02908DC289D4946FF0&badid={{ad.id}}& | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480944778_1169301804874805_5666063241900659829_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=D_h_Q1ztAXoQ7kNvgE71L-z&_nc_oc=AdgkxrJj5gTMQkwXIGX1nZBWBxNGCNZIzYQFHjnsoBxn_naBvjGOwJpO1DcU1_7SEJkqrIOBOzsYMhdL3orMPKk3&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AYeHkvfTX48No1Er4X3yJHI&oh=00_AYA8vaOUJgdDSpdmxpGwVhdHP8jF7X448xwH7x81Lusw8w&oe=67CBB762 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Footage2.0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Storm Season Is Here—Is Your Roof Ready? | Get an accurate Roof Inspection for Free! See if You qualify for up to $4 394 in Roofing Services savings during our Manufacturer's Promo. You have to be a registered US business owner and operate in Utah and Arizona. 🔨 Our advanced inspection technology ensures no problem goes unnoticed. Let our experts use cutting-edge tools to keep your home safe before the next storm hits. 🏠 Mountain Roofers uses the latest tech and a 12-step process to protect your home from damage. Trusted by homeowners across Utah and Arizona. 💸 We’ll make sure you get the insurance coverage you deserve—without paying out of pocket! ⏳ Limited spots for free inspections! Schedule yours now before the storm season hits. 👉 Click "Learn More" and see the difference of a high-tech inspection today. | LEARN_MORE | http://fb.me/ | Mountain Roofers | https://www.facebook.com/61555208022725/ | 32 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | fb.me | IMAGE | http://fb.me/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481455428_3912062492401238_7269946312817755510_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=9ERRvbJquncQ7kNvgE2QTxH&_nc_oc=AdgHY98I4X07DEYBxUbbmD-ZGoljd6MbGGUsJlo4KnImO9RfQAR79TnrKXUVSuGu_XRBeIGJyTD5CnDuG5gF9zxn&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AdaZONzTX_wu0sj2SfBZgoZ&oh=00_AYCyEnJml73aIVZhrk4znnRHhuImTN9OIq2iGKRzBeQiBg&oe=67CBC4E6 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Mountain Roofers | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-03-03 12:57 | active | 2774 | 0 | Read next chapter | Three years of passion without love. But after every night in bed, he took his first love to her checkups. She struck back--filed for divorce and hired a model who looked just like him... for wild, endless nights! ===== A military jeep thundered down the bustling b*r street, it came to a jarring halt in front of the neon-lit Serendipity b*r. The door of the jeep opened and then slammed shut with a force that reverberated through the silent evening, a man emerged, his camouflage uniform blending oddly with the urban setting. His stern expression and the firm set of his jaw added to his daunting presence as he stepped into the colorful chaos of the b*r. At the b*r counter, Ryland Flynn was engrossed in a fl**tatious conversation with the b*rgirl. He looked up as the military man entered, the haze of al**hol clearing swiftly from his eyes. The imposing figure made a beeline for the elevator, and Ryland, sensing urgency, scrambled off his stool to intercept him. "Mr. Mitchell... What brings you here to Serendipity tonight?" Ryland's voice faltered under the icy gaze of the man. The man's eyes narrowed, his voice resonant and commanding as he demanded, "Where's Renee?" "I... I believe she's at her home tonight," Ryland stammered, struggling to maintain his composure under the piercing scrutiny. Without hesitation, the man pressed the elevator button for the top floor, his action sharp and decisive. "You have 30 seconds to alert her," he stated curtly. Ryland's heart raced as panic gripped him. He knew that fabricating a story was pointless now. With trembling hands, he pulled out his phone and dialed Renee Carter's number right in front of the imposing figure looming over him. The phone buzzed unanswered after three persistent rings, prompting Ryland to switch to WhatsApp in a frantic rush. Opting for a voice message, he pressed the microphone icon and whispered urgently, "Renee, your husband is here to see you; he's on his way up in the elevator." His attempt to keep his voice hushed failed miserably; the words echoed clearly in the tight space of the elevator. An icy chuckle emanated from behind Ryland, sending shivers down his spine as the elevator dinged open. Sweat started to bead on his forehead, each drop a testament to his growing dread. The man stepped out with a determined stride, heading straight for the VIP room. Ryland, caught in a web of fear, trailed meekly behind, his steps hesitant and his mind racing for solutions. Stopping abruptly at the door, the man turned slightly. Ryland, mustering a sliver of courage, spoke up with a shaky voice. "Mr. Mitchell, I assure you, she isn't here." "Last chance--open up, or I'll kick this door in myself." "Please, believe me. She..." Ryland tried again, his voice faltering. "Three," the man stated evenly, his tone leaving no room for argument as the countdown commenced. "Fine," Ryland murmured, his voice a strained whisper as he fumbled with the room key, a sigh escaping him. His hands trembled slightly--caught in a bind, he dared not cross a member of the formidable Mitchell family. As the door creaked open, the man's eyes narrowed, his expression hardened into the stern, unyielding mask of a seasoned military veteran. Ryland stole a brief glance inside and sharply inhaled, quickly diverting his gaze to safeguard his own wellbeing, positioning himself squarely in the doorway, observing from a cautious distance. Inside, Renee reclined languidly on the sofa, her figure draped in a vibrant red slip dress that made a bold statement, flanked by two young male e**orts. Their b*re torsos were adorned with the unmistakable traces of p*ssion, scratches carved into their skin like echoes of their heated encounters. The abrupt noise of the door's movement caused the escorts to stiffen, their muscles tensing as they beheld the daunting figure looming at the entrance. In sharp contrast, Renee exuded an air of nonchalant ease. Slowly opening her eyes, her lips curled into a taunting smirk upon sighting the man. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she regarded him through half-lidded eyes, her smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Relax, boys, it's not a police raid," she teased, her voice dripping with disdain. "Allow me to introduce him--this is my husband, the esteemed William Mitchell of the Mitchell family. You've surely heard of him, haven't you?" As she spoke, her gaze flitted over to William, observing his stoic visage with a provocative sneer. "Mr. Mitchell, to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit tonight? Aren't you supposed to be getting busy with your childhood sweetheart instead of wasting time here with us?" William approached with deliberate steps, the chill of the night air clinging to his camouflage jacket, mirroring the icy reserve on his face. He seated himself on the sofa across from her, crossing his legs with a deliberate nonchalance. Smirking insincerely, he waved a hand. "Don't mind me--carry on with whatever this is." Chapter 2 Disappointment Isn't An Option Here The two e**orts were already visibly tense, their anxiety written all over their faces, and the mere mention of William's name sent shivers down their spines. Renee, her head bowed slightly, felt a surge of anger well up within her. Yet, she masked it expertly behind a veil of serenity and commanded, "You heard him, didn't you? Now that Mr. Mitchell is in the mood, you'd better be at your best--disappointment isn't an option here." She then raised her head, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark, and flashed a coquettish wink at William. "Mr. Mitchell, consider this an invaluable lesson. You treat the b*d like a battlefield--my two companions, on the other hand, know how to make a woman feel cherished. After all, we aren't your foot soldiers. While I might endure your r*ughness, think of your beloved. She's far too delicate for such treatment, don't you think?" William responded with nothing more than a frigid glance. Reclining against the back of the sofa, he struck a m*tch with a sharp flick, lighting his ci**rette. A veil of sm**e soon enveloped him, masking his inscrutable expression. Renee's irritation spiked at his detached demeanor; he looked almost wounded, though she couldn't fathom what could possibly dent his icy exterior. Impatiently, she snapped at the e**orts, "Well? What are you waiting for? At Mr. Mitchell's request, show him what you've got--who knows, he might actually pick up a thing or two." With a defiant flair, Renee tugged at the straps of her slip dress, letting them slip down her shoulders. The men jolted with surprise, their eyes darting involuntarily towards William, whose gaze was icy and unforgiving. Instinctively, they squeezed their eyes shut. "Uh, Ms. Carter... maybe it's best if we go." As they stooped to gather their scattered clothing from the floor, Renee fixed them with a frosty stare that rooted them in place. "I've told you already. Disappointment isn't an option here," she stated, her voice sharp as the winter air. Her attention turned back to William just in time to catch a camouflage jacket sailing through the air, draping over her with precision, obscuring her view. Before she could shrug off the jacket, she was abruptly swept up by two robust hands. "William! What on earth are you doing?!" she exclaimed, her voice muffled under the fabric. Blind to his expression, she could only sense the intense, ominous aura radiating from him. Effortlessly, he slung her over his shoulder, a half-smoked ci**rette dangling from his fingertips. In a swift motion, he extinguished the ci**rette on the back of one of the men, eliciting a sharp y*lp. Simultaneously, his boot connected with the other man's knee, causing a stifled g**an of agony to fill the room. Ryland, who had been nervously lingering by the door, stepped forward in alarm. "Mr. Mitchell, please, let's resolve this peacefully," he pleaded, his voice quivering. "Get out of my way!" William's command was a low rumble, more animal than human, that sent Ryland stumbling back in fear. Helplessly, he watched as William maneuvered Renee into the back of the jeep, her protests fading into the night. The engine roared as the vehicle surged forward, a reflection of the driver's burning temper. As Renee collapsed onto the plush, crimson bedspread, the effects of the evening's al**hol started to fade. Her eyes fluttered open, fixing on the ornate bed in the master bedroom--an emblem of union they had never truly shared since their marriage. The irony stung, blending seamlessly with her sorrow. Their three-year union was not a s**less one. The rare times William came home from his military duties, their encounters, though heated and p*ssionate, were just fleeting moments of intimacy. Yet, their living arrangements spoke volumes--they maintained separate rooms, with this room remaining untouched by either. But tonight, William's demeanor was unhinged, as he dragged her into this "sacred" space and threw her onto the b*d without hesitation. "William, what the h*ll are you thinking?" Renee gasped, her voice a mix of bewilderment and fear. She barely managed to prop herself up when he loomed over her, his gaze wild and red-rimmed. "So, Renee, you were saying I was too r*ugh, is that it?" he huffed, his breath hot against her ear, his teeth lightly grazing her earlobe in a chilling caress. "I'm gonna f**k you nice and easy tonight--make you feel every damn second of it." Trapped beneath his weight, Renee writhed futilely, her struggles inadvertently drawing them even closer. "Remember, you're a married woman." Just then, the shrill ring of his phone pierced the tense air. Although he wanted to dismiss it, the insistent buzzing from his pocket--just as he was about to undress--compelled him to reach for his phone with visible impatience. Recognizing the caller ID, his expression softened slightly. With a wry, self-deprecating smirk, Renee peeked at his phone screen. Unsurprisingly, it was his childhood sweetheart calling. Her voice dripped with irony as she retorted, "Seems you've forgotten you're a married man." His eyes flickered to her, but before he could gauge her next move, Renee snatched his phone and answered the call with deliberate calm. "Hello, Sylvia," she called out evenly. There was a brief pause as Sylvia Payne processed the unexpected voice. "Renee... hi," she stammered, her words stumbling over the shock. Upon catching William's resigned look, Renee's smile twisted into a sly grin. "Yeah, it's me. Sorry, but William and I are a little busy right now. You know how h**ny couples get after some time apart--it's like a d**n craving that needs to be satisfied, so I doubt he'll be able to answer his phone anytime soon." Chapter 3 A Liar Renee's words might have struck a nerve or instilled fear in Sylvia, who fell silent, stewing in her thoughts for a lengthy pause. Just as Renee braced herself for another onslaught of bold accusations, William intervened, snatching the phone from her hand. His kiss, fierce and claiming, then stole her breath away. William wasn't one to make empty promises--he showed her exactly what gentleness could be. After what felt like an eternity of torment, Renee broke down in tears, pleading for mercy--only then did he finally relent. Drained from the ordeal, she succumbed to sleep almost instantly. Throughout the night, she drifted in a half-conscious daze, vaguely aware of William leaving the bed. By the time morning crept in, Renee awoke alone. She lay there on the vast bed that held both fresh and lingering memories, her mind adrift in contemplation. She turned towards the curtains, tightly drawn, blurring the lines between late morning rays and the onset of dusk. A wave of weariness washed over her as she reached for her phone, her body still aching. That was when she saw it--a post from Sylvia on Instagram, unmistakably capturing William from behind, engrossed in cooking. The realization hit with the sharpness of a kn**e. In a fit of rage, Renee hurled her phone against the wall. Despite the force, the device miraculously survived the impact. "That liar! That cheating piece of sh*t!" she snarled, fists clenched in anger. Lifting the blanket, she tried to stand, but the lingering soreness made every movement a struggle. That sc**bag had really done a number on her. Yet, he felt no pain at all--if anything, he was in high spirits as he happily went to cook for his lover. Her anger simmered, fueled by each throbbing ache and the betrayal freshly unveiled. Sylvia's post was a glaring provocation. At that moment, a hesitant knock rapped at the door, followed by the maid's timid voice filtering through. "Mrs. Mitchell, are you up? Mr. Mitchell had me prepare something to help with your h*ngover." Renee seethed with annoyance. Now that he was out cavorting with his mi**ress, why even bother sending the maid? She inhaled sharply, trying to quell the rising storm within her. "I'm much better now, thank you. No need for that," Renee called out, her voice strained. Yet, the maid lingered at the doorway, her tone soft and persistent. "Mrs. Mitchell, Mr. Mitchell also specifically prepared a pill for you. Would you like to come out and take it?" Confused and a bit curious, Renee cracked open the door and peered out. "What pill?" she asked, her brow furrowed in suspicion. "You know, for after last night..." The maid trailed off delicately. That was the last straw. Renee's control snapped like a rope stretched too tight for too long. She was teetering dangerously on the edge of an outburst. Over the past three years of their marriage, Renee had diligently taken a contr**eptive pill after each of their intimate encounters. The thought of starting a family hadn't yet appealed to her; she wasn't ready to embrace motherhood. The routine was simple when she managed it herself, but it felt different, almost intrusive, when William had the pills delivered to her. "I'm not taking it!" Renee declared defiantly, her voice thick with resolve. "Tell that sc**bag that if I get pr*gnant, I'll have the baby! Let's see how he deals with that!" Her words echoed sharply as she slammed the door with a resounding thud, the sound reverberating off the walls. The moment the maid stepped out, she started digging through the room for the pills she bought before, her remark earlier nothing more than a bitter jab. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the plush bed, her body twisting and turning as she tried to find comfort in the soft linens. As sleep tugged at her consciousness, her mind seethed with curses aimed at William. She pondered his unexpected return from military service. Could his sudden appearance be tied to some trouble involving Sylvia? Indeed, Renee's suspicions weren't unfounded. William's return had everything to do with Sylvia. The moment he was discharged, he'd tried reaching out to Renee, only to be met with silence. His inquiries led him to discover her recent escapades, including the e**orts she'd taken to keeping company. In a mix of rage and desperation, he had stormed the b*r where she frequented, dragged her away, and then rushed to attend to Sylvia. Meanwhile, at the hospital, Sylvia sat uncomfortably as the doctor concluded his examination. "Ma'am, aside from some mild anemia, you're perfectly fine. By the way, is this gentleman your husband?" The question caught Sylvia off guard, a flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. Leaning slightly forward, William questioned, "Doctor, should she be taking any extra precautions? Does she need to avoid any specific foods?" He neither confirmed nor denied, preserving Sylvia's dignity. "Just avoid seafood, particularly crabs. Beyond that, she's free to enjoy whatever she likes. Be grateful she's not constantly battling nausea. She's dealing with morning sickness--consider yourself lucky she can still eat without throwing up." "Got it. Thanks for your help, doctor." William's response was polite, tinged with a sense of relief. William stole a glance at Sylvia after leaving the doctor's office. She was cradling her belly gently, her expression radiant with the glowing joy unique to a first-time mother. He sighed, a whisper barely audible escaping his lips. "Sylvia." "William, I think... I can feel the baby's heartbeat." Sylvia's voice trembled with wonder, her eyes gleaming as they met his. He paused, the weight of his next words pressing down on him. "Sylvia, you should consider terminating the pregnancy." "No!" Her voice cracked, a visceral refusal. Tears instantly welled in her eyes as she implored him, "William, I want this baby. Please, let me keep it. Don't force me to give it up. I can raise this child by myself if I have to..." "And you think you can make this decision to keep the child without my agreement?" The cold, sharp voice of Renee sliced through their conversation. Both Sylvia and William turned to see her at the corner of the corridor, arms folded, her presence like a specter at a feast. Her stance and piercing gaze left no doubt about her stance--she was, after all, William's lawful wife, and her words carried the weight of her position. Chapter 4 Confrontation The moment Sylvia laid eyes on Renee, her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively darted behind William, like a child seeking shelter from a nightmare. William's expression hardened into a frown as he faced Renee, his voice tinged with disbelief. "What are you doing here?" Renee's shoulders lifted in a casual shrug, her voice dry. "It's a hospital, William. What do you think?" As William's frown carved deeper lines into his forehead, he surveyed Renee from head to toe, searching for any telltale signs of illness but finding none. Taking a bold step forward, Renee's gaze locked onto Sylvia with unsettling intensity. "I heard my husband escorted another woman for a prenatal check-up early this morning. Naturally, as his legal wife, I felt compelled to see for myself." Her eyes, sharp and gleaming, bore into Sylvia's. "Miss Payne, let me be clear--as long as I draw breath, your child will never be acknowledged. Unless..." Her eyes then flicked to William, and she paused, letting the silence stretch before continuing with deliberate calm, "Unless William dares to divorce me. Why don't you ask him if he has the courage to do so?" Would William actually muster the courage to divorce her? Obviously not--otherwise, he wouldn't have made it through three years of this. When Renee was just 20, she declared to her family that she intended to marry William. Even her grandfather, Johnny Carter, who had doted on her since childhood, refused her for the first time. Johnny, a once-formidable retired commander, loomed large in his world, much like Renee's father, who, though steering clear of politics, had carved a significant niche in the business realm. Across the social spectrum, William's father, Eric Mitchell, wielded considerable influence as a high-ranking official in the political echelons. His current stature meant that allying with the Carter family could catapult him to even greater heights. The union between Renee and William was crafted as an unbreakable alliance, a powerful merger with no exits. Once vows were exchanged, the idea of parting ways was off the table. A divorce would not only fracture their personal lives but would also force their influential families into a messy, public tug-of-war, risking a feud that could echo through their elite circles. With Eric poised on the brink of a crucial promotion, he was adamant: divorce between his son and daughter-in-law was simply not an option. During the earlier days of their marriage, Renee had poured her heart into nurturing the union, but her efforts soon revealed themselves to be fruitless endeavors. Despite chasing William's affection for five years before she managed to marry him, his feelings remained elusive; not even the legal bond of marriage could spark affection in him. Faced with this reality, Renee suggested a pragmatic solution that they would continue to project the image of a devoted couple publicly and during familial gatherings, while privately, they would lead separate lives, each cloaked in their own solitude. With William being in the army for most of it, there wasn't much pretending needed anyway. Yet, one thing still baffled Renee--whenever William returned from the army, he would spend endless nights in b*d with her, refusing to stop until she gave in. It was simply strange--he had ensured Sylvia lived close to his base in Stotta, so why did he still look like he hadn't touch any woman in forever? Renee guessed it was due to Sylvia's frail condition--William probably didn't want to strain her too much. What a f**king b**tard! He pampered his lover like a queen while treating Renee like absolute sh*t. The sight of Sylvia tucked behind William sent a sharp, unexpected pang through Renee's ch*st. "What's wrong with you?" William's question sliced through the tension, but Renee's mocking laugh dismissed it, her disdain palpable. "William, I'm getting rid of Sylvia's baby right now. Are you going to try and stop me?" Her challenge hung heavy in the air, her words sharp as shards of glass. Their recent quarrel had left a chilly void between them. William had slipped away at dawn, his departure marked by a stinging silence. And then, the call from Ryland had come, twisting the kn**e deeper--William had escorted Sylvia to the obstetrics department for a prenatal checkup. The sc*ndal, simmering just beneath the surface, threatened to boil over, exposing Renee to ridicule. "No! William, please, not my baby..." Sylvia's voice quavered, her fingers clutching William's sleeve as if it were her last lifeline. Her eyes, wide and pleading, searched his face for any sign of reassurance. But William remained eerily silent, his gaze unyieldingly locked on Renee's cold eyes. "William..." Sylvia's voice broke, terror lacing her whisper. She gripped his arm tighter, her plea more desperate. "I can't let go of this baby, William. Please, I need your help." "Sh*t up!" The sharpness in Renee's voice cut through the tense air. In a swift, harsh motion, she raised her hand and delivered a stinging sl*p across Sylvia's face. The sound echoed, a chilling smack that left a vivid red imprint on Sylvia's pale cheek. "You don't have a say here, Sylvia," Renee hissed, her voice dripping with disdain. From the other end of the corridor, another voice challenged the oppressive silence, its tone imbued with an undeniable authority. "Is that so? And do I have a voice in this matter?" All eyes turned toward the newcomer. Her presence was commanding, her attire simple yet exuding an elegance that spoke of bespoke tailoring--clearly, she was a woman of significant stature. "Mom?" Chapter 5 As You Wish "Mrs. Mitchell..." Upon spotting William's mother, Esme Mitchell, Sylvia's eyes lit up with a flicker of desperate hope. She darted forward, throwing her arms around Esme in a tight embrace. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, painting her as a tragic heroine consumed by sorrow--an image that could melt even the coldest heart. It was no surprise that even William, with his usual stoic demeanor, found his resolve weakening under Sylvia's poignant display. Renee, observing from a distance, knew she lacked the flair for such dramatic expressions. "No need to worry, Sylvia. I'll protect you," Esme assured the younger woman, her tone warm and steady. "Mom, please, let's not escalate this," William interjected, his expression tense with concern. Around Esme, he often felt like he had no control. "William, if I hadn't shown up, would you have just stood by after Renee's outburst? I know I might have turned a blind eye before, but now, with Sylvia carrying your child--a new member of the Mitchell family on the way--can you really afford to let Renee act unchecked?" Esme's tone was both accusing and protective. At the mention of the baby being another Mitchell, Sylvia's eyes dropped, her joy of coming motherhood shadowed by the weight of those words. William shot a brief, complicated look at Sylvia, his face unreadable. "I can handle this, Mom," he stated flatly, his voice laced with frustration. "And how exactly would you handle it? By watching as Renee lashes out at Sylvia and doing nothing?" Esme countered sharply, her frustration mirroring her son's but for different reasons. Renee stood her ground, her voice a mixture of irony and resolve as she addressed Esme. "I'm your daughter-in-law, William's one and only legal wife. No matter how influential your family is, you wouldn't dare commit bigamy, would you?" Esme bristled, her response sharp and clipped. "Enough of your bullshit!" "Bullshit? Is that what you call them?" Renee shot back, her tone rising slightly with indignation. "It was indeed I who pursued William initially, but over the years, both I and my family have shouldered immense burdens to prop up your family's stature. And now, you wish to replace me with Sylvia? Did you even bother to consult the other members of the Mitchell family about your plans?" As she turned her gaze towards Sylvia, Renee's eyes flashed with contempt. "To even mention Sylvia in the same breath as me is laughable." "Renee, that's enough," William interjected, his voice icy and stern. Esme, emboldened by William's admonition, pressed on, her tone dripping with disdain. "William, did you hear her? This is not how a sophisticated heiress should behave. She lacks the basic decorum expected of her status. I've always said it--Renee is too stubborn and impulsive for our family. You should never have married her. Remember how I opposed it from the start?" But Renee wasn't fazed. Instead, she laughed heartily, a sound rich with scorn and amusement. "Indeed, a home-wrecker must be so sophisticated and possess impeccable manners," she said sarcastically. Deep down, Renee knew she was the one who had come between William and Sylvia. Originally, Sylvia's family had fallen into dire straits, and the Mitchell family, due to their precarious position, could not offer direct help. It was then that William had turned to Renee, who had been ardently pursuing him for five years. For the past five years, William had all but ignored Renee, treating her affection as if it were invisible. Renee, ever the hopeful pursuer, tirelessly chased after his fleeting attention. Ironically, the first time he sought her out wasn't for romance--it was to plead on behalf of Sylvia. Renee's disdain for Sylvia stretched back to their childhood days, a bitter rivalry that festered over the years. Thus, when William asked for her help for Sylvia, Renee seized the opportunity to turn the tables. She threw the notion of marriage at him like a challenge, expecting him to waver. But to her shock, he consented immediately, his compliance cutting her deeply. It was a stark, painful reminder of Sylvia's significance to him. Sylvia, the perpetual thorn in Renee's side, had been a constant source of agony since she became William's wife. Lost in these brooding thoughts, Renee was then jolted back to reality by a sharp sl*p. Her head whipped around, eyes blazing with fury, to find Esme standing there, her expression unyielding. "This sl*p is for Sylvia," Esme declared firmly. "Renee, don't think you can torment her just because she's an orphan and vulnerable." "Mom! Why the hell did you do that?" William interjected, stepping in front of Renee protectively. But Renee wasn't grateful for his defense. Instead, she scoffed, her laughter tinged with bitterness, "Oh, so I'm the bad guy now? Fine. Let it be as you wish." In a swift, fluid motion, Renee charged forward, her fingers entwined in Sylvia's hair as she delivered a stinging sl*p across her cheek. Her actions were fierce and immediate--Renee never hesitated to settle scores right then and there, refusing to suffer any slight quietly. "She may lack family, but I refuse to let that girl trample over the dignity of the Carter family!" Renee declared with fiery conviction. Despite Esme's frantic attempts to calm the storm, she was powerless against Renee's relentless fury. Raised with strict discipline, Esme was the polar opposite of Renee. And there was Sylvia, who had always been gentle and unassuming. Renee, with her commanding presence, could easily overpower them both. "William! Are you seriously just going to watch? Are you just going to let her go on a rampage like that?" Esme's voice cracked under the strain, her plea laced with desperation. Renee's eyes finally snapped to William, who had remained a silent observer. With his skills, he could have intervened at any moment, preventing the assault with ease. Why had he chosen to remain passive when she struck Sylvia? Lost in her thoughts, Renee barely registered the sensation of a strong arm encircling her waist. In an instant, she was lifted from the floor, her feet dangling helplessly. William, treating her with no more regard than one would a sack of potatoes, carried her away. His voice was calm, yet it carried an unyielding firmness. "Mom, I can handle my affairs. Stay out of this. I won't say it again," he stated decisively, before carrying Renee back towards their home. As William burst into the living room, Renee clutched tightly in his arms, he barked out an order to the maid. "Get Dr. Newton on the phone, now." The maid, clearly shaken, fumbled with the phone as her voice quivered. "What's the matter, sir? Is Mrs. Mitchell ill?" Renee, equally confused and slightly disheveled from the abrupt entrance, demanded, "William, what the heck are you doing?" Ignoring her, William dropped her carelessly onto the plush sofa, struck a m*tch, and lit a ci**rette. He inhaled deeply, the sm**e wreathing around his head as his piercing eyes fixed on her. "You're due for a check-up," he stated flatly. "A check-up for what?" Renee's voice rose, a mix of anger and bewilderment coloring her tone. William's eyes narrowed into slits, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Why else would you sneak off to the hospital so early in the morning?" She blinked, taken aback by his mention of the hospital, and rolled her eyes in frustration. "Oh, to catch you red-handed with her, of course," she retorted sharply, her voice dripping with sarcasm. The room tensed as her simmering anger reignited. Staring him down, she accused him. "William, we agreed to maintain our facade while leading separate lives. And now Sylvia's pregnant? What if people find out? How utterly disgraceful for me and my family!" William, seemingly unfazed, continued to draw on his ci**rette, his gaze never wavering. After a moment, he crushed the b*tt between his fingers and dropped it into the a**tray. "Don't worry. I'll handle it," he muttered. He didn't deny the paternity of Sylvia's child, his silence hanging heavy in the air between them. Renee had clung to a thin thread of hope that William wasn't the father, but deep down, she knew she was deceiving herself. Her voice was steady, betraying none of the turmoil within as she confronted him. "If you insist on keeping her child, then I can't stay. I want a divorce." Her eyes blazed with the same fierce determination that had driven her relentless pursuit of him over those five years. William met her gaze, and the resolute look in her eyes told him she was serious--she was truly prepared to end their marriage. His response was dispassionate, almost detached. "I see." Now, bereft of any lingering affection for William, Renee felt a desperate need to sever all ties. That evening, as soon as William stepped out, she hastily dialed Ryland's number. "Call that e**ort from last night. I need to meet him at our regular spot. I'm set on getting pr*gnant tonight. It's not like it's rocket science." ...... What happens next? 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