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Enroll Free: Fundamentals of Skincare Formulation ๐ฑ | Introducing the School of Natural Skincareโs FREE beginnerโs course: the Fundamentals of Skincare Formulation! Hereโs what youโll learn: ๐ฑ Formulation Foundations: discover the fundamentals of cosmetic chemistry and skincare formulation to begin your journey with confidence ๐ธ Bodycare: create a beautiful, shea-butter-rich body moisturizer by following our professional formula. ๐ Facial Skincare: rejuvenate the skin and improve elasticity and suppleness with our two gorgeous facial oil formulas. ๐งด Creams and Lotions: learn how to create shelf-stable creams and create a moisturizer following our tried-and-tested formula. ๐ Natural and Organic Ingredients: understand all the ingredients you need to create gorgeous natural and organic formulations. Ready to create beautiful skincare products at home? Enroll for free today and get started! | LEARN_MORE | https://www.schoolofnaturalskincare.com/free-organ | School of Natural Skincare | https://www.facebook.com/SchoolofNaturalSkincare/ | 91,936 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | schoolofnaturalskincare.com | DCO | {{product.description}} | https://www.schoolofnaturalskincare.com/free-organic-skincare-formulation-course/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481069958_643659964876955_94780014076133141_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=k6lJyQxLeSkQ7kNvgEwfS6d&_nc_oc=AdhnhCmOtLtQnFKxb1sLTrfDqQ-PPRNR1myD9UcPE3n4qQm2bjOIURawnFgjAYCFV8bjrRUhol-OabXwGbrUlfM_&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AVk_WxmF4Iu0UH2bLtZS_ug&oh=00_AYBQVzInF8htZ6KPqoDqeMHfLiYnnCpY9efIvyjrknPanw&oe=67CC25B7 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | School of Natural Skincare | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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LOOPS Skincare Essentials | Meet Skincare Essentials โจ the first ever 4-step skincare routine that includes a Milky Cleanser, Exfoliating Toner, Peptide Serum, and MicroCellular Moisturizer packaged in biodrgradable skincare pads. Discover your best skin yet using the leading technology and scientific ingredients from Seoul, South Korea. | SHOP_NOW | https://store.loopsbeauty.com/skincare | LOOPS | https://www.facebook.com/loopsbeauty/ | 1,569 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop Now | 0 | store.loopsbeauty.com | DCO | {{product.description}} | https://store.loopsbeauty.com/skincare | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/476786207_585907010983145_545886149878287050_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=BJg9NANK2AYQ7kNvgFmN7FF&_nc_oc=AdjUPgGT51x3874aRmk6NJ8uL5qNGCqUA-5Z8c_qNTJTrNbExrYXDZgxiHoUly8nuD2vu3FZkJwtaWKK_HzLXJ9C&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AG9gJHNTbTusti9f9-ZSe-e&oh=00_AYCu358sRYgOpwQSTVHVtl8KXZ8XweGIigBB4uo2EHyNlQ&oe=67CC123E | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | LOOPS | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-03-03 18:14 | active | 2788 | 0 | Better skin starts with the HeatPod | Skincare products can only do so much if your skin isnโt properly prepped. If youโre investing in high-quality serums and creams but not seeing the results you expect, the issue might not be the productsโitโs your skinโs ability to absorb them. Introducing the HeatPod Sauna Blanket. By using deep infrared heat, It helps your skin: โจ Open pores to release impurities ๐งน Shed dead skin cells for a naturally brighter complexion ๐ฅ Boost collagen production to improve elasticity ๐ฆ Regulate oil levels and strengthen the skin barrier for better hydration The result? Clearer, smoother, more radiant skinโnaturally. Click the link to learn more: https://www.hydragun.com/products/heatpod-infrared-sauna-blanket | LEARN_MORE | https://www.hydragun.com/products/heatpod-infrared | Hydragun | https://www.facebook.com/thehydragun/ | 10,989 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | hydragun.com/heatpod-sauna-blanket | VIDEO | https://www.hydragun.com/products/heatpod-infrared-sauna-blanket | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481270046_420347674503807_5702582185099423246_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=V-h77FFwnrcQ7kNvgE3y_Xy&_nc_oc=Adi6hkjx6bmAwR6frGWTZ-5jATz2Uz1Lu_oEwvf8xtGt5fyB1qBReWaiA2UBcXdtXXBq29hb7KhKHvFYFlRBFehd&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ATxEvLVdsbRVzqu_GhroYZN&oh=00_AYBOXw0zrp9rUWw8qb2agi9zecIsncBOA6bmPgyLYpulPg&oe=67CC2E4D | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Hydragun | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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My Sister's Secret To Amazing Sex Again | "I never thought I'd be jealous of my husband's little blue pills," I confessed during our weekly sister FaceTime call. "At least HE has a solution. Me? I'm stuck with a desert between my legs and a libido that's gone AWOL." Amanda nearly choked on her wine. "Sis... how bad is it?" "Bad enough that I've started volunteering for late shifts just to avoid coming to bed at the same time as David. Bad enough that I bought flannel pajamas. In Florida." I could see the concern wash over my sister's face. She put down her glass and leaned closer to the screen. "Have you talked to your doctor?" I laughed bitterly. "Oh, I've talked to THREE. One suggested coconut oil suppositories. Another prescribed estradiol cream that stained all my underwear. The third just shrugged and said, 'welcome to aging.'" "And don't even get me started on the endless tubes of lube cluttering my nightstand," I continued. "Or the jade eggs my yoga instructor swore would help. Or the vaginal dilators gathering dust under my bed..." I paused, fighting back tears. "It's not just the physical stuff, Manda. I don't feel like a woman anymore. David and I... we used to have this amazing connection. Now? I flinch when he touches me." Amanda was quiet for a moment. Then she leaned closer to the camera and said softly, "Why didn't you tell me sooner? I went through the exact same thing last year." I stared at my screen in disbelief. My sisterโwho seemed to have it all together, who was literally glowing even through FaceTimeโhad dealt with this too? "But look at you now! You're literally radiant. What changed?" "Science changed, sis. Let me explain something called Vaginal Aging..." She went on to tell me how after 40, our bodies go through three major changes: 1๏ธโฃ Collagen Production Drops by 30% - Makes everything down there thin and less elastic - Creates that awful "sandpaper" feeling - Causes micro-tears and discomfort 2๏ธโฃ Natural Moisture Plummets by 50% - Like a desert in your most sensitive area - Makes intimacy painful - Creates a cycle of anxiety and avoidance 3๏ธโฃ Good Bacteria Decreases by 40% - Throws off your pH balance - Makes you prone to infections - Kills your confidence and comfort "That's why all those creams and lubes aren't working," Amanda explained. "They're just band-aids. You need to fix the problem from the inside out." Then she held up a pink bottle labeled 'Radiancy.' "This changed everything for me. It's not just another supplementโit's a complete system designed specifically for women like us." I must have looked skeptical because she laughed. "I know that face. That's your 'Amanda's fallen for another miracle cure' face. But look..." She showed me her journal entries from when she started: - Week 1: - "Finally slept through the night without waking up dry and uncomfortable" - "That constant burning sensation? Gone." - "Started feeling actual moisture again (!)" - Week 2: - "Threw away my emergency lube stash" - "First painless intimacy in months" - "Caught myself flirting with Tom at breakfast" - Week 3: - "No more UTIs or infections" - "Actually feeling turned on again" - "Tom says I'm glowing" - "Started wearing my silk nightgown again" - Week 4: - "Had to explain to my book club why I can't stop smiling" - "Intimacy feels better than it did in my 30s" - "Tom and I are planning a weekend getaway ๐" "But how exactly do you take it?" I asked, practical as always. "I don't want to mess this up." Amanda laughed. "That's my little sisterโalways needs the instruction manual! It's actually super simple: two capsules every morning with breakfast. No mess, no weird applicators, no stained underwear. Just natural, from-the-inside-out renewal." She paused, then added softly: "You know what the real miracle is? Last week, during our couples' game night, Sarah pulled me aside and asked what skincare routine I'm using because I'm 'literally glowing.' If she only knew it's not just my face that's been rejuvenated..." I ended up ordering right there on our FaceTime call. Amanda stayed on the line while I placed my order, then said something I'll never forget: "Sis, this isn't just about sex. It's about feeling whole again. Feeling like yourself. You're going to look back on this conversation as the moment everything changed." She explained that Radiancy uses a revolutionary 3-part system: โจ Triple-Action Probiotic Shield - L. Acidophilus: Reduces harmful bacteria by up to 80% - L. Gasseri: Balances pH for natural lubrication - L. Fermentum: Protects against UTIs ๐ง Advanced 5-Type Collagen System - Types I & III: Boost elasticity and moisture - Type II: Supports mucosal tissue health - Types V & X: Strengthen tissue at the structural level ๐ธ Protective Nutrients - Vitamin C: Supports immune function - Vitamin E: Antioxidant properties - Sakura Extract: Natural anti-inflammatory properties ======== That FaceTime call was three months ago. Today? David just booked us a surprise weekend in the Bahamas. In my new bikini. That I actually feel sexy wearing. (And yes, Amanda is still saying "I told you so" every chance she gets. Especially after I called her last week, gushing about how David and I had to "christen" every room in our house... again.) If you're where I wasโfeeling broken, alone, and afraid of losing your marriageโyou don't have to suffer in silence anymore. Try Radiancy risk-free for 90 days here: https://thebbco.com/pages/pp-radiancy-h Here's Our Iron-Clad Triple Guarantee: - Notice a difference in moisture and comfort within 30 days - Feel increased desire and intimacy within 60 days - Experience full vaginal rejuvenation within 90 days If you don't experience ALL THREE transformations, simply email us for a complete refund. No questions. No awkward explanations. No need to return anything. P.S. Amanda texted me this morning: "How's my favorite success story doing? ๐" I texted back: "Can't talk now. Busy reconnecting with my husband. ๐" P.P.S. Join over 30,000 women who've rediscovered their confidence, passion, and pleasure with Radiancy. Your journey back to wholeness starts with two tiny capsules a day. 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๐ ST. PADDYโS GIVEAWAY! ๐ HOW TO ENTER: โ Follow @allaura_beauty โ Like & share this post to your story (donโt forget to tag us!) โ Tag 2 friends in the comments (each extra tag = bonus entry!) ๐ฐEveryone who Enters gets a $20 store credit #esthetician #satx #satxesthetician #texas #exfoliate #beauty #discover #skin #skincare #explore #giveaway #eminenceorganics #partner #skincaretips #skintype #bookwithme #free #limitededition #limitedtimeoffer #viral #discover #product #smallbusiness #nanoneedling #advancedtreatments #wax | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/allaura_beauty | allaura_beauty | https://www.instagram.com/_u/allaura_beauty | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | IMAGE | http://instagram.com/allaura_beauty | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/475485591_587489567589178_5295559347367943682_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=2IyFhtePcL0Q7kNvgGVNSHg&_nc_oc=Adhdo5l7Xps7xEn30VVljk7MYF1xE2nyEzfL5pwnkUbh26-zGbddQIRJkqnuEA_WoilzYex6udSP6yiWUG5Q04vs&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYDJbqQ86SZYURhrK8E9-6vW0pxfaOCe1jVWF6MW3hvfig&oe=67CC2748 | IG_ADS_IDENTITY | 1 | 0 | 0 | allaura_beauty | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Curated Skincare Kits Back by Popular Demand! ๐ | You asked, we listened! ๐ Dr. Nassifโs best-selling skincare kits are backโget yours today! | SHOP_NOW | https://nassifmdskincare.com/collections/skincare- | Skincarebydrnassif | https://www.facebook.com/skincarebydrnassif/ | 5,588 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop Now | 0 | nassifmdskincare.com | DCO | Your skincare upgrade awaits! | https://nassifmdskincare.com/collections/skincare-kits | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481284695_1136694788198027_8717268553178379455_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=UqqmVnMu48EQ7kNvgGNDSgD&_nc_oc=AdgtYw787cmVnAEOOfkLnLGpCmeGZOfNrMI-alvyQ61Jbydw_8sF0OfYGoCfggDSCyfqzNr9Okl9Yu8v_IPuo6SG&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AXdQT2hX2m9XuZx2WkJnmvu&oh=00_AYCNP1f1abO7w8R8LaQX880wWYFCc6rPYE-zrrX22tLnvQ&oe=67CBFDE5 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Skincarebydrnassif | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-03-03 18:12 | active | 2788 | 0 | โจ The Med Spa at The Galleriaโจ @themedspatx led by the incredible Nurse Hala and Rania, is bringing top-tier aesthetic and wellness treatments to HHE Suhoor Fest! ๐๐ Known for their expertise, kindness, and professionalism, they offer the latest in beauty and skincare to help you look and feel your best. ๐ Exclusive Suhoor Fest Specials ๐ As Gold Sponsors of the fest, they will be offering special discounted prices on their most popular treatments, so donโt miss the chance to take advantage of these limited-time offers! ๐ง Get Your Ramadan Hydration IV! ๐ง Long fasting hours can leave you feeling dehydrated and fatiguedโbut The Med Spa has the perfect solution! Their custom IV drips restore hydration, electrolytes, and essential vitamins to keep you energized and refreshed throughout Ramadan. What They Offer: ๐ Botox & Fillers โ Smooth wrinkles, restore volume, and enhance facial contours โจ Skin Boosters โ Rejuvenate and hydrate your skin for a youthful glow ๐ง Pro IV Therapy โ Boost hydration, energy, and immunity for Ramadan โจ PRP for Face & Hair โจ Looking for glowing skin and healthier, fuller hair? PRP (Platelet-Rich Plasma) therapy stimulates collagen production for radiant skin and promotes hair growth for thicker, healthier locks. ๐ Meet Them at Suhoor Fest: ๐ Arab American Cultural Center ๐ 10555 Stancliff Rd, Houston, TX 77099 ๐ March 7 | 11 PM - 6 AM If you canโt make it to the fest but still want glowing skin and expert aesthetic care, book an appointment at their Galleria location: ๐ The Med Spa at The Galleria ๐ข 4615 Southwest Freeway, Suite 735, Houston, TX ๐ 832-858-2202 to make an appointment ๐ themedspatx.com โจ Stay radiant, hydrated, and refreshed this Ramadan! Visit their booth at Suhoor Fest for exclusive offers and wellness treatments. Special thanks to @htownhappenings for directing this shoot. Disclaimer: Views and opinions of any vendor are not the views or opinions of Houston Halal Events. #hhesuhoorfest ๐ #themedspa ๐ #goldensponsor โจ #ramadanhydration ๐ง #botoxhouston ๐ #fillersandprp ๐โโ๏ธ #houstonhalal ๐ #suhoormarket ๐๏ธ #ramadanvibes โค๏ธ #stayhydrated | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/houstonhalalevents | houstonhalalevents | https://www.instagram.com/_u/houstonhalalevents | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | VIDEO | http://instagram.com/houstonhalalevents | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/439618874_937225407887005_7993605464717126228_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=jS1URIbkTXgQ7kNvgHBrQC0&_nc_oc=AdhbIw_q3drU1rpY9QiSYnzrfE4ir0gyqZpSH_Qaj00c80TpMsZb1Z5XO2C_NptdM4BWfPsIEvcOErAtYyer1__I&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYDM7W8ZdKosMDawZNGLC055bNEC-84cueG9ZuU8KizkWw&oe=67CBFE8C | IG_ADS_IDENTITY | 1 | 0 | 0 | houstonhalalevents | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-03-03 18:13 | active | 2788 | 0 | Read the Full Version๐ | When Formula 1 racing prodigy Adrian Chase lost his memory, I became his caretaker for three years. He seduced me and took my V-card, then tattooed my name across his collarbone. Then his memory returned, and I was demoted to being his personal assistant. Adrian had the tattoo removed and grew increasingly close to his new female teammate, Sophia Blake. When I confronted him, he cut me off with a cold laugh: "Riley, I'm not the same guy who knew you as Rain. You don't get to question anything I do." "Keep the job or walk away your choice." Everyone expected me to be that pathetic ex who couldn't let go. What they didn't know was that I'd already accepted his mother's million-dollar settlement. Soon, I would finally be free to walk away. Walking out of the Chase manor, I clutched the million-dollar check in my hand. The iconic estate, with its private racing track winding through the 300-acre property, had been featured in countless motorsport magazines. Instead of the expected heartache, I felt nothing but relief, like a weight had finally been lifted. Even through the grey, snowy day, I could see a glimmer of light ahead. Adrian Chase - the racing prodigy who'd claimed his first F1 championship at just twenty-two. The golden boy of American motorsport, heir to the Chase Racing empire. Three years ago, his near-fatal crash at Silverstone had shocked the racing world. That's when I entered his life, when he couldn't remember his own name, let alone his legacy. Mrs. Chase's final words echoed in my mind: "The Monaco Grand Prix is in seven days. Wait until after the race to leave. Don't let anything affect his performance. The Chase name can't afford another scandal." Having taken their money, I owed them this final duty at least. I pulled out my phone to text Adrian. [Coming home for dinner tonight?] Instead of sending, the message bounced back with a red exclamation mark. Blocked. Again. Adrian always blocked me during his training weeks. It was his ritual now, just like the way he obsessively reviewed race footage or spent hours in the simulator. The same perfectionism that made him unbeatable on the track made him unbearable off it. He expected me to beg, to plead until he finally deigned to unblock me. Just another power play from a man who'd been born into power, whose family controlled half the racing teams in the circuit. I used to tell myself it was just his way of staying focused on racing. But I'm done lying to myself. Why am I the only one he blocks? Simple - I matter the least. After all, I was just the caretaker who'd seen him at his weakest, a reminder of the time when the great Adrian Chase had been nothing but a man who couldn't remember his own victories. I turned in early that night, curled up on my side of our California king bed - the same bed where Rain used to hold me like I was precious. The bedroom still held echoes of those memories, though the warmth had long since faded. Adrian didn't stumble in until past midnight, bringing with him the sharp scent of expensive whiskey and victory. Another successful practice run, no doubt. The mattress shifted under his weight, and his muscular arms snaked around me with practiced possessiveness. "In bed before midnight? That's new," he murmured, his voice carrying that familiar post-race huskiness. He nuzzled my neck, his breath hot against my skin, reeking of aged scotch and hollow triumph. I used to live for these late-night moments, staying awake just to catch a glimpse of him walking through the door. My heart would race at his footsteps on the stairs. Now, I instinctively recoiled from his touch, my body betraying what my mind tried to deny. The expensive Chanel Gabrielle lingered on his collar - Sophia's signature scent. The same perfume I'd seen on his credit card statements, a Christmas gift for his "teammate." Of course they'd been together. They always were these days. His jaw clenched at my withdrawal, fingers digging into my hip as he tightened his grip. "Stay still," he commanded through gritted teeth. "My head's splitting." The migraines - his constant companion since the accident. The kind that usually required prescription-strength painkillers and complete darkness. But somehow, holding me had always been his miracle cure. The only time the mighty Adrian Chase showed any vulnerability now. Muscle memory took over as I massaged his temples, my fingers finding the familiar pressure points. A quiet groan escaped his lips - a ghost of intimacy we once shared. Adrian caught my hand mid-motion, his thumb running over my palm with clinical detachment. His expression turned to one of distaste, nose wrinkling as if he'd smelled something unpleasant. "Jesus, Riley, your hands feel like sandpaper. What's the point of those La Mer creams if you're not using them? You're representing the Chase name now - at least try to look the part." "Some things don't wash away that easily," I said, voice hollow as winter wind. Three years of being his caretaker had left their mark - no amount of luxury skincare could erase that. The contrast was crushing. When he was Rain - the lost man with no memory - he'd kiss these same callused hands, whispering they were beautiful because they told our story of healing together. He'd trace each line like reading a love letter, thanking them for saving him. Now? He looked at them like they were an embarrassing reminder of a past he wanted to forget. Just like me - a scar he couldn't quite erase, but could at least hide from the cameras. I found Adrian Chase half-dead in a ditch off Alpine Road, his designer racing suit torn and bloody. The wreckage of his custom Ferrari was scattered across the mountainside - a deliberate hit, I'd later learn. When he finally opened his eyes three days later, they held no recognition, just raw fear and confusion. But he latched onto me like I was his only anchor in a storm. My mother's death and father's remarriage had left me exiled to our old family cottage. Loneliness had been my only companion until Rain - the name I gave him - came into my life. He was endearingly helpless with everyday tasks, bu//rning toast and shrinking sweaters. But something changed whenever he was near cars. His hands would instinctively caress their curves, his eyes lighting up at the sound of engines. I thought nothing of it - most guys knew their way around cars, right? Rain was gentle in a way that made my heart ache. He'd spend hours teaching me constellations, making up stories about each star. When he tattooed my name across his collarbone - "Riley" in elegant script - I gave him everything. That night, tangled in sheets and whispered promises, I finally understood what it meant to belong somewhere. For six perfect months, we lived in our bubble of morning kisses and lazy Sunday drives. He'd leave wildflowers on my pillow and dance with me in summer rain. Then came the day he remembered he was Adrian Chase - F1 champion and heir to a racing empire. The change was instant and absolute. The soft smiles vanished, replaced by cold efficiency. His gentle touches became possessive grabs. Our cozy dinners turned into missed calls and empty apologies. While I heated up lonely microwave meals, gossip sites flooded with photos of him and Sophia Blake at exclusive restaurants. The racing world's new power couple, they called them. She wore designer dresses and perfect makeup, everything I wasn't. I clung to the hope that his tattoo meant something - that somewhere under Adrian Chase's polished exterior, my Rain still existed. Until the day I noticed fresh bandages on his collarbone. The laser removal hadn't even healed when he was already posing shirtless with Sophia for Sports Illustrated. When I confronted him, Adrian didn't even look up from his phone. "What would the sponsors think?" he drawled. "Riley, I'm not your precious Rain anymore. You don't get to question anything I do. If you want to keep your position, learn your place." Watching him walk away, reality finally hit me. The man I loved had died in that mountain crash. Adrian Chase was just wearing his face, racing through life in the fast lane while I stood frozen in the pit stop of our memories. I believe his love was real once, but I forgot that hearts change lanes as fast as racing cars. Adrian's breathing had evened out beside me, deep in sleep. "Adrian," I whispered to the darkness, "do you remember it's my birthday today?" He'd once promised, as Rain, that I'd never spend another birthday alone. But I hadn't let myself wallow. I'd bought myself a massive chocolate cake from that fancy French patisserie downtown - the one Rain used to walk miles to just to surprise me with their truffles. Morning light was streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows when I woke to an empty bed and the sound of running water from the ensuite. Adrian emerged moments later, water droplets trailing down his body, towel slung low on his hips. He started dressing with the casual confidence of a man used to being watched, pulling on his custom-fitted racing suit. I felt suddenly awkward, then almost laughed at myself. After three years of being his caretaker, there wasn't an inch of him I hadn't seen. I was about to close my eyes when my phone chimed. [Countdown: 6 days to Monaco Grand Prix] Adrian caught the notification and smirked. "Still tracking my every move?" His tone turned cold. "Riley, don't you have a life of your own? This obsession with my schedule is suffocating. Find something else to fixate on." I didn't tell him that I did have plans - ones that involved getting as far away from him as possible. His mother had promised to fund my jewelry design degree in Milan after the race. The countdown wasn't for him - it was for my freedom. Something landed on my lap - a signature blue Tiffany box. Adrian stood awkwardly by the door, not quite meeting my eyes. "Happy birthday. Sorry about last night. I'll make it up to you later." He was gone before I could respond. So he did remember. He just didn't think it was worth coming home for. The ache in my heart felt dull now, more of a phantom pain than a fresh wound. Inside the box lay an exquisite diamond necklace, clearly meant to match the bracelet on my wrist. But while my bracelet was roughly handmade by Rain during those simpler days, this necklace screamed luxury and precision - just like everything else in Adrian's world now. After a moment's hesitation, I unclasped the bracelet, placing it alongside the necklace. These remnants of two different men - I didn't want either of them anymore. I'd return the box before I left, one final goodbye to both Rain and Adrian Chase. After tidying up the penthouse, I headed out to meet Kate at the airport. My best friend was finally returning from her years managing tech startups in Singapore, and God, did I need her straight-talking wisdom right now. We settled into a corner booth at Chรขteau Blue, the kind of upscale cafรฉ where racing wives held their gossip sessions. Kate nearly knocked over her oat milk latte when I told her about my exit plan. "Finally!" She threw her hands up in celebration. "Adrian needs to learn that not everything can be bought and replaced like his precious cars. He had something real and treated it like a pit stop. Let him grow old with his trophies." Her outburst made me laugh for the first time in weeks. There was some truth in her anger. Kate leaned forward, stirring her coffee thoughtfully. "But honestly? I can't wait to see his face when you're gone. Mr. Perfect Control Freak is going to lose it. Remember that time at the Ferrari testing track?" I frowned, trying to recall. "That Italian rookie driver was chatting you up by the paddock?" Kate pressed. "Adrian was in the middle of a practice run, but the second he saw you two, his lap time went awry. The look in his eyes..." She shuddered. "Pure ice. The whole pit crew felt the temperature drop. Next thing we knew, you were banned from track visits." "I always thought he was embarrassed by me being there," I said quietly, remembering how Adrian had coldly informed me that the track was 'no place for distractions.' Kate snorted. "Please. He was marking his territory like some alpha male nonsense. Trust me, he's so used to owning you, he doesn't even realize how possessive he is." "It doesn't matter anymore," I sighed, watching the steam rise from my untouched cappuccino. "He'll probably be relieved I'm gone. One less complication in his perfectly curated life." "Oh honey," Kate shook her head, "you really don't see it, do you? Adrian Chase might play the cool, detached champion for the cameras, but you're the only person who's ever gotten under his skin. When you leave..." She smiled wickedly. "That's when the real race begins." Leaving Kate's downtown apartment, I spotted the familiar matte black Bentley waiting curbside. James, Adrian's long-time driver, stepped out with practiced efficiency. "Miss Riley, Mr. Chase requested I escort you to dinner." I nodded, unsurprised. With Adrian's resources and connections, tracking someone in this city was child's play. The private room at Le Circuit was packed with racing elite when I arrived. Adrian and Sophia held court at the center table, surrounded by sponsors and team officials. He barely glanced my way as I slipped into a corner seat. "Who's that?" A sponsor's voice carried across the room. Adrian's reply was dismissive. "My personal assistant." The room's atmosphere shifted instantly. Knowing looks were exchanged - they'd all seen this story before in the racing world. Sophia gave me a deliberate once-over, her designer dress and perfect makeup a stark contrast to my simple outfit. Her smirk said everything about where she thought I belonged in the pecking order. When the champagne started flowing, Sophia reached for a glass. Adrian smoothly intercepted it. "She's allergic to alcohol. I'll take this one." He downed it in one elegant motion, earning appreciative laughs. "Since when do you make my decisions?" Sophia challenged playfully, leaning into his space with practiced familiarity. Adrian steadied her with a gentle hand. "Behave." "No way," she pouted, all camera-ready charm. "You took one drink for me, now you're committed. From now on, you're my exclusive champagne shield." Adrian's face softened in a way I hadn't seen since Rain. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Deal. Every toast in your name is mine to handle." I watched them, the bitter taste of expensive wine mixing with the realization of how pathetic my loyalty must look to everyone here. Two years of holding onto memories, while he built a new highlight reel without me. I drained my glass, ready to make a quiet exit. That's when the doors swung open, waiters rolling in a towering cake as "Happy Birthday" filled the air. "Wait till you see this cake," a team exec's voice carried across the room. "The boss hand-picked it from La Pรขtisserie this morning." My heart stuttered, remembering Adrian's promise of making up for my birthday. For a moment, I let myself hope, despite everything. Then they placed the cake in front of Sophia. Of course. It was her birthday too. She was about to blow out the candles amid a chorus of expensive perfume and fake laughter when Adrian's voice cut through the celebration. "Wait. Let Riley blow them out too." The room froze. Even I stared at him in disbelief. "Excuse me?" Sophia's voice could have frosted champagne. "Yesterday was her birthday. I promised to make it up to her today." Adrian's tone was casual, as if he hadn't just dropped a social bomb. Sophia's perfect features twisted. "Seriously, Riley? Couldn't afford your own cake? Had to piggyback on mine?" The room filled with stage whispers. "So desperate..." "Always these assistant types..." "Trying to climb the ladder..." Humiliation flamed through me, but anger flamed hotter. This was classic Adrian - making a show of remembering, but in the cruelest way possible. I escaped to the bathroom, gripping the marble counter until my hands stopped shaking. When I emerged, Sophia and her friend were blocking the hallway, designer purses swinging. I tried to slip past them to the sink, but their voices followed. "Sophie, that earring is gorgeous! But where's its pair?" Sophia caught my eye in the mirror, her smile razor-sharp. "It's special because it's one of a kind. Adrian gave it to me for my birthday." My world stopped spinning when I saw it. A delicate sapphire butterfly, its wings caught in eternal flight. My mother's earring. The only piece of her I had left. The rage burst through my careful composure. I lunged for the earring, my fingers tangling in Sophia's perfectly styled hair. Everything blurred into desperate movement and muffled screams. When reality snapped back into focus, the butterfly earring was in my trembling hand, and Sophia was sobbing, blood trickling from her earlobe. Adrian's grip on my wrist was bruising, his eyes colder than a winter race at Silverstone. "What is wrong with you, Riley? Have you completely lost it?" His voice cut like shattered carbon fiber. Disappointment had long since drowned my heartbreak. I clutched the earring, my voice breaking. "This was my mother's. The only thing I have left of her." I'd given him one of the pair during those precious days when I thought Rain and I would last forever. Now he'd handed it to another woman like it was nothing more than a trophy. "It's just an earring," he sneered. "I can't wear it, so why shouldn't Sophia have it? Apologize. Now." I searched his face desperately, looking for any trace of the man who'd once cried when I gave him this precious piece of my history. But Rain was gone, leaving only Adrian Chase's perfect mask. "Riley, I have the biggest race of my season in days. Are you trying to sabotage me?" Reality crashed back. I'd promised his mother not to upset him before Monaco. My future in Milan depended on keeping that promise. I bowed to Sophia, swallowing my pride. "I'm sorry." Adrian released me with a shove that sent me stumbling. I watched him lift Sophia like she weighed nothing. "I'm taking her to the hospital. Don't be home when I get back. You need to think about what you've done." The room filled with whispers as they left, but I didn't care. I had my mother's earring back. Mom had been a lead singer in an indie band. Dad fell for her fire but later denounced her for the same passion, calling her unstable, unfit for family life. My clearest memory is her on stage, these butterfly earrings catching the lights as she owned every note. She was my definition of radiance. It inspired my dream of designing jewelry that could capture that same magic. When she got sick, Dad never visited once. But Mom never regretted being herself. Her last words to me in that sterile hospital room: "Never lose yourself in someone else's story." I laughed bitterly. She'd be so disappointed in how far I'd let myself fade. "Please miss, anything helps." A young boy's voice cut through the snowy night, his eyes hungry and hopeful. I dropped Adrian's birthday gifts - the Tiffany necklace and bracelet - into his cup. His face lit up like Christmas. It was time to find myself again, to make Mom proud. Being alone wasn't nearly as scary as being lost. I spent the night at Kate's, drowning memories in expensive whiskey. I didn't surface until noon the next day. My phone screen was lit with Adrian's missed calls - thirty-seven of them. I ignored them, focusing instead on the calendar notification: [Monaco Grand Prix: 5 days remaining] I smiled grimly, deciding to pack my things today. I deliberately chose afternoon for my return - his usual track time. But when I opened the penthouse door, Adrian was waiting in his favorite leather armchair, still in his racing suit, eyes dark as storm clouds. "Where were you?" His voice cut through the air like a whip. I turned toward the bedroom, but his grip locked around my wrist. He slammed the check down on the glass coffee table. "What kind of game are you playing with my mother?" The words came through clenched teeth. My heart stuttered. His mother's million-dollar check. I forced my face into practiced neutrality, my voice steady. "Oh, that? Your mother's compensation. After three years of being your caretaker, it seems fair. The Chase family won't miss it." Adrian studied me with the same intensity he used to analyze race telemetry, searching for cracks in my facade. We'd been here before, in this same penthouse, but under very different circumstances. Last time, when the Chase family had finally tracked down their missing heir, his mother had slipped me an identical check across this very table. "For your troubles," she'd said with an icy smile. But before the paper had even grown warm in my hands, Rain had burst in. His eyes had blazed with a fury I'd never seen before, hands shaking as he tore the check into confetti. "If you make her leave, you'll never see me again," he'd snarled at his mother, pulling me protectively behind him. "I don't care about the Chase name, the money, any of it. Riley is my home now. Try to buy her off again, and I'll disappear so thoroughly you won't find me in this lifetime." His mother had left in tears, and Rain had held me all night, whispering promises about forever between desperate kisses. Same check, different universe. Back then, he'd chosen me over an empire. Now? 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No | 2025-03-03 18:13 | active | 2788 | 0 | Read the Full Version๐ | When Formula 1 racing prodigy Adrian Chase lost his memory, I became his caretaker for three years. He seduced me and took my V-card, then tattooed my name across his collarbone. Then his memory returned, and I was demoted to being his personal assistant. Adrian had the tattoo removed and grew increasingly close to his new female teammate, Sophia Blake. When I confronted him, he cut me off with a cold laugh: "Riley, I'm not the same guy who knew you as Rain. You don't get to question anything I do." "Keep the job or walk away your choice." Everyone expected me to be that pathetic ex who couldn't let go. What they didn't know was that I'd already accepted his mother's million-dollar settlement. Soon, I would finally be free to walk away. Walking out of the Chase manor, I clutched the million-dollar check in my hand. The iconic estate, with its private racing track winding through the 300-acre property, had been featured in countless motorsport magazines. Instead of the expected heartache, I felt nothing but relief, like a weight had finally been lifted. Even through the grey, snowy day, I could see a glimmer of light ahead. Adrian Chase - the racing prodigy who'd claimed his first F1 championship at just twenty-two. The golden boy of American motorsport, heir to the Chase Racing empire. Three years ago, his near-fatal crash at Silverstone had shocked the racing world. That's when I entered his life, when he couldn't remember his own name, let alone his legacy. Mrs. Chase's final words echoed in my mind: "The Monaco Grand Prix is in seven days. Wait until after the race to leave. Don't let anything affect his performance. The Chase name can't afford another scandal." Having taken their money, I owed them this final duty at least. I pulled out my phone to text Adrian. [Coming home for dinner tonight?] Instead of sending, the message bounced back with a red exclamation mark. Blocked. Again. Adrian always blocked me during his training weeks. It was his ritual now, just like the way he obsessively reviewed race footage or spent hours in the simulator. The same perfectionism that made him unbeatable on the track made him unbearable off it. He expected me to beg, to plead until he finally deigned to unblock me. Just another power play from a man who'd been born into power, whose family controlled half the racing teams in the circuit. I used to tell myself it was just his way of staying focused on racing. But I'm done lying to myself. Why am I the only one he blocks? Simple - I matter the least. After all, I was just the caretaker who'd seen him at his weakest, a reminder of the time when the great Adrian Chase had been nothing but a man who couldn't remember his own victories. I turned in early that night, curled up on my side of our California king bed - the same bed where Rain used to hold me like I was precious. The bedroom still held echoes of those memories, though the warmth had long since faded. Adrian didn't stumble in until past midnight, bringing with him the sharp scent of expensive whiskey and victory. Another successful practice run, no doubt. The mattress shifted under his weight, and his muscular arms snaked around me with practiced possessiveness. "In bed before midnight? That's new," he murmured, his voice carrying that familiar post-race huskiness. He nuzzled my neck, his breath hot against my skin, reeking of aged scotch and hollow triumph. I used to live for these late-night moments, staying awake just to catch a glimpse of him walking through the door. My heart would race at his footsteps on the stairs. Now, I instinctively recoiled from his touch, my body betraying what my mind tried to deny. The expensive Chanel Gabrielle lingered on his collar - Sophia's signature scent. The same perfume I'd seen on his credit card statements, a Christmas gift for his "teammate." Of course they'd been together. They always were these days. His jaw clenched at my withdrawal, fingers digging into my hip as he tightened his grip. "Stay still," he commanded through gritted teeth. "My head's splitting." The migraines - his constant companion since the accident. The kind that usually required prescription-strength painkillers and complete darkness. But somehow, holding me had always been his miracle cure. The only time the mighty Adrian Chase showed any vulnerability now. Muscle memory took over as I massaged his temples, my fingers finding the familiar pressure points. A quiet groan escaped his lips - a ghost of intimacy we once shared. Adrian caught my hand mid-motion, his thumb running over my palm with clinical detachment. His expression turned to one of distaste, nose wrinkling as if he'd smelled something unpleasant. "Jesus, Riley, your hands feel like sandpaper. What's the point of those La Mer creams if you're not using them? You're representing the Chase name now - at least try to look the part." "Some things don't wash away that easily," I said, voice hollow as winter wind. Three years of being his caretaker had left their mark - no amount of luxury skincare could erase that. The contrast was crushing. When he was Rain - the lost man with no memory - he'd kiss these same callused hands, whispering they were beautiful because they told our story of healing together. He'd trace each line like reading a love letter, thanking them for saving him. Now? He looked at them like they were an embarrassing reminder of a past he wanted to forget. Just like me - a scar he couldn't quite erase, but could at least hide from the cameras. I found Adrian Chase half-dead in a ditch off Alpine Road, his designer racing suit torn and bloody. The wreckage of his custom Ferrari was scattered across the mountainside - a deliberate hit, I'd later learn. When he finally opened his eyes three days later, they held no recognition, just raw fear and confusion. But he latched onto me like I was his only anchor in a storm. My mother's death and father's remarriage had left me exiled to our old family cottage. Loneliness had been my only companion until Rain - the name I gave him - came into my life. He was endearingly helpless with everyday tasks, bu//rning toast and shrinking sweaters. But something changed whenever he was near cars. His hands would instinctively caress their curves, his eyes lighting up at the sound of engines. I thought nothing of it - most guys knew their way around cars, right? Rain was gentle in a way that made my heart ache. He'd spend hours teaching me constellations, making up stories about each star. When he tattooed my name across his collarbone - "Riley" in elegant script - I gave him everything. That night, tangled in sheets and whispered promises, I finally understood what it meant to belong somewhere. For six perfect months, we lived in our bubble of morning kisses and lazy Sunday drives. He'd leave wildflowers on my pillow and dance with me in summer rain. Then came the day he remembered he was Adrian Chase - F1 champion and heir to a racing empire. The change was instant and absolute. The soft smiles vanished, replaced by cold efficiency. His gentle touches became possessive grabs. Our cozy dinners turned into missed calls and empty apologies. While I heated up lonely microwave meals, gossip sites flooded with photos of him and Sophia Blake at exclusive restaurants. The racing world's new power couple, they called them. She wore designer dresses and perfect makeup, everything I wasn't. I clung to the hope that his tattoo meant something - that somewhere under Adrian Chase's polished exterior, my Rain still existed. Until the day I noticed fresh bandages on his collarbone. The laser removal hadn't even healed when he was already posing shirtless with Sophia for Sports Illustrated. When I confronted him, Adrian didn't even look up from his phone. "What would the sponsors think?" he drawled. "Riley, I'm not your precious Rain anymore. You don't get to question anything I do. If you want to keep your position, learn your place." Watching him walk away, reality finally hit me. The man I loved had died in that mountain crash. Adrian Chase was just wearing his face, racing through life in the fast lane while I stood frozen in the pit stop of our memories. I believe his love was real once, but I forgot that hearts change lanes as fast as racing cars. Adrian's breathing had evened out beside me, deep in sleep. "Adrian," I whispered to the darkness, "do you remember it's my birthday today?" He'd once promised, as Rain, that I'd never spend another birthday alone. But I hadn't let myself wallow. I'd bought myself a massive chocolate cake from that fancy French patisserie downtown - the one Rain used to walk miles to just to surprise me with their truffles. Morning light was streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows when I woke to an empty bed and the sound of running water from the ensuite. Adrian emerged moments later, water droplets trailing down his body, towel slung low on his hips. He started dressing with the casual confidence of a man used to being watched, pulling on his custom-fitted racing suit. I felt suddenly awkward, then almost laughed at myself. After three years of being his caretaker, there wasn't an inch of him I hadn't seen. I was about to close my eyes when my phone chimed. [Countdown: 6 days to Monaco Grand Prix] Adrian caught the notification and smirked. "Still tracking my every move?" His tone turned cold. "Riley, don't you have a life of your own? This obsession with my schedule is suffocating. Find something else to fixate on." I didn't tell him that I did have plans - ones that involved getting as far away from him as possible. His mother had promised to fund my jewelry design degree in Milan after the race. The countdown wasn't for him - it was for my freedom. Something landed on my lap - a signature blue Tiffany box. Adrian stood awkwardly by the door, not quite meeting my eyes. "Happy birthday. Sorry about last night. I'll make it up to you later." He was gone before I could respond. So he did remember. He just didn't think it was worth coming home for. The ache in my heart felt dull now, more of a phantom pain than a fresh wound. Inside the box lay an exquisite diamond necklace, clearly meant to match the bracelet on my wrist. But while my bracelet was roughly handmade by Rain during those simpler days, this necklace screamed luxury and precision - just like everything else in Adrian's world now. After a moment's hesitation, I unclasped the bracelet, placing it alongside the necklace. These remnants of two different men - I didn't want either of them anymore. I'd return the box before I left, one final goodbye to both Rain and Adrian Chase. After tidying up the penthouse, I headed out to meet Kate at the airport. My best friend was finally returning from her years managing tech startups in Singapore, and God, did I need her straight-talking wisdom right now. We settled into a corner booth at Chรขteau Blue, the kind of upscale cafรฉ where racing wives held their gossip sessions. Kate nearly knocked over her oat milk latte when I told her about my exit plan. "Finally!" She threw her hands up in celebration. "Adrian needs to learn that not everything can be bought and replaced like his precious cars. He had something real and treated it like a pit stop. Let him grow old with his trophies." Her outburst made me laugh for the first time in weeks. There was some truth in her anger. Kate leaned forward, stirring her coffee thoughtfully. "But honestly? I can't wait to see his face when you're gone. Mr. Perfect Control Freak is going to lose it. Remember that time at the Ferrari testing track?" I frowned, trying to recall. "That Italian rookie driver was chatting you up by the paddock?" Kate pressed. "Adrian was in the middle of a practice run, but the second he saw you two, his lap time went awry. The look in his eyes..." She shuddered. "Pure ice. The whole pit crew felt the temperature drop. Next thing we knew, you were banned from track visits." "I always thought he was embarrassed by me being there," I said quietly, remembering how Adrian had coldly informed me that the track was 'no place for distractions.' Kate snorted. "Please. He was marking his territory like some alpha male nonsense. Trust me, he's so used to owning you, he doesn't even realize how possessive he is." "It doesn't matter anymore," I sighed, watching the steam rise from my untouched cappuccino. "He'll probably be relieved I'm gone. One less complication in his perfectly curated life." "Oh honey," Kate shook her head, "you really don't see it, do you? Adrian Chase might play the cool, detached champion for the cameras, but you're the only person who's ever gotten under his skin. When you leave..." She smiled wickedly. "That's when the real race begins." Leaving Kate's downtown apartment, I spotted the familiar matte black Bentley waiting curbside. James, Adrian's long-time driver, stepped out with practiced efficiency. "Miss Riley, Mr. Chase requested I escort you to dinner." I nodded, unsurprised. With Adrian's resources and connections, tracking someone in this city was child's play. The private room at Le Circuit was packed with racing elite when I arrived. Adrian and Sophia held court at the center table, surrounded by sponsors and team officials. He barely glanced my way as I slipped into a corner seat. "Who's that?" A sponsor's voice carried across the room. Adrian's reply was dismissive. "My personal assistant." The room's atmosphere shifted instantly. Knowing looks were exchanged - they'd all seen this story before in the racing world. Sophia gave me a deliberate once-over, her designer dress and perfect makeup a stark contrast to my simple outfit. Her smirk said everything about where she thought I belonged in the pecking order. When the champagne started flowing, Sophia reached for a glass. Adrian smoothly intercepted it. "She's allergic to alcohol. I'll take this one." He downed it in one elegant motion, earning appreciative laughs. "Since when do you make my decisions?" Sophia challenged playfully, leaning into his space with practiced familiarity. Adrian steadied her with a gentle hand. "Behave." "No way," she pouted, all camera-ready charm. "You took one drink for me, now you're committed. From now on, you're my exclusive champagne shield." Adrian's face softened in a way I hadn't seen since Rain. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Deal. Every toast in your name is mine to handle." I watched them, the bitter taste of expensive wine mixing with the realization of how pathetic my loyalty must look to everyone here. Two years of holding onto memories, while he built a new highlight reel without me. I drained my glass, ready to make a quiet exit. That's when the doors swung open, waiters rolling in a towering cake as "Happy Birthday" filled the air. "Wait till you see this cake," a team exec's voice carried across the room. "The boss hand-picked it from La Pรขtisserie this morning." My heart stuttered, remembering Adrian's promise of making up for my birthday. For a moment, I let myself hope, despite everything. Then they placed the cake in front of Sophia. Of course. It was her birthday too. She was about to blow out the candles amid a chorus of expensive perfume and fake laughter when Adrian's voice cut through the celebration. "Wait. Let Riley blow them out too." The room froze. Even I stared at him in disbelief. "Excuse me?" Sophia's voice could have frosted champagne. "Yesterday was her birthday. I promised to make it up to her today." Adrian's tone was casual, as if he hadn't just dropped a social bomb. Sophia's perfect features twisted. "Seriously, Riley? Couldn't afford your own cake? Had to piggyback on mine?" The room filled with stage whispers. "So desperate..." "Always these assistant types..." "Trying to climb the ladder..." Humiliation flamed through me, but anger flamed hotter. This was classic Adrian - making a show of remembering, but in the cruelest way possible. I escaped to the bathroom, gripping the marble counter until my hands stopped shaking. When I emerged, Sophia and her friend were blocking the hallway, designer purses swinging. I tried to slip past them to the sink, but their voices followed. "Sophie, that earring is gorgeous! But where's its pair?" Sophia caught my eye in the mirror, her smile razor-sharp. "It's special because it's one of a kind. Adrian gave it to me for my birthday." My world stopped spinning when I saw it. A delicate sapphire butterfly, its wings caught in eternal flight. My mother's earring. The only piece of her I had left. The rage burst through my careful composure. I lunged for the earring, my fingers tangling in Sophia's perfectly styled hair. Everything blurred into desperate movement and muffled screams. When reality snapped back into focus, the butterfly earring was in my trembling hand, and Sophia was sobbing, blood trickling from her earlobe. Adrian's grip on my wrist was bruising, his eyes colder than a winter race at Silverstone. "What is wrong with you, Riley? Have you completely lost it?" His voice cut like shattered carbon fiber. Disappointment had long since drowned my heartbreak. I clutched the earring, my voice breaking. "This was my mother's. The only thing I have left of her." I'd given him one of the pair during those precious days when I thought Rain and I would last forever. Now he'd handed it to another woman like it was nothing more than a trophy. "It's just an earring," he sneered. "I can't wear it, so why shouldn't Sophia have it? Apologize. Now." I searched his face desperately, looking for any trace of the man who'd once cried when I gave him this precious piece of my history. But Rain was gone, leaving only Adrian Chase's perfect mask. "Riley, I have the biggest race of my season in days. Are you trying to sabotage me?" Reality crashed back. I'd promised his mother not to upset him before Monaco. My future in Milan depended on keeping that promise. I bowed to Sophia, swallowing my pride. "I'm sorry." Adrian released me with a shove that sent me stumbling. I watched him lift Sophia like she weighed nothing. "I'm taking her to the hospital. Don't be home when I get back. You need to think about what you've done." The room filled with whispers as they left, but I didn't care. I had my mother's earring back. Mom had been a lead singer in an indie band. Dad fell for her fire but later denounced her for the same passion, calling her unstable, unfit for family life. My clearest memory is her on stage, these butterfly earrings catching the lights as she owned every note. She was my definition of radiance. It inspired my dream of designing jewelry that could capture that same magic. When she got sick, Dad never visited once. But Mom never regretted being herself. Her last words to me in that sterile hospital room: "Never lose yourself in someone else's story." I laughed bitterly. She'd be so disappointed in how far I'd let myself fade. "Please miss, anything helps." A young boy's voice cut through the snowy night, his eyes hungry and hopeful. I dropped Adrian's birthday gifts - the Tiffany necklace and bracelet - into his cup. His face lit up like Christmas. It was time to find myself again, to make Mom proud. Being alone wasn't nearly as scary as being lost. I spent the night at Kate's, drowning memories in expensive whiskey. I didn't surface until noon the next day. My phone screen was lit with Adrian's missed calls - thirty-seven of them. I ignored them, focusing instead on the calendar notification: [Monaco Grand Prix: 5 days remaining] I smiled grimly, deciding to pack my things today. I deliberately chose afternoon for my return - his usual track time. But when I opened the penthouse door, Adrian was waiting in his favorite leather armchair, still in his racing suit, eyes dark as storm clouds. "Where were you?" His voice cut through the air like a whip. I turned toward the bedroom, but his grip locked around my wrist. He slammed the check down on the glass coffee table. "What kind of game are you playing with my mother?" The words came through clenched teeth. My heart stuttered. His mother's million-dollar check. I forced my face into practiced neutrality, my voice steady. "Oh, that? Your mother's compensation. After three years of being your caretaker, it seems fair. The Chase family won't miss it." Adrian studied me with the same intensity he used to analyze race telemetry, searching for cracks in my facade. We'd been here before, in this same penthouse, but under very different circumstances. Last time, when the Chase family had finally tracked down their missing heir, his mother had slipped me an identical check across this very table. "For your troubles," she'd said with an icy smile. But before the paper had even grown warm in my hands, Rain had burst in. His eyes had blazed with a fury I'd never seen before, hands shaking as he tore the check into confetti. "If you make her leave, you'll never see me again," he'd snarled at his mother, pulling me protectively behind him. "I don't care about the Chase name, the money, any of it. Riley is my home now. Try to buy her off again, and I'll disappear so thoroughly you won't find me in this lifetime." His mother had left in tears, and Rain had held me all night, whispering promises about forever between desperate kisses. Same check, different universe. Back then, he'd chosen me over an empire. Now? 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Yes | 2025-03-03 18:12 | active | 2788 | 0 | ๐Read the next chapters๐ | My husband,Yves Gordon, got a diamond necklace at an auction. It was my birthday. The next day, I saw another woman wearing that necklace. She was Joyce Cherny, my husband's new sales director. That woman posted a dozen shorts on TikTok to show off her necklace. I commented, 'Nice necklace, but the outfit doesn't match.' Half an hour later, Yves called me. He berated, "I bought Joyce that necklace! She deserves it! She doesn't need you mocking her for it!" If this was the old me, I'd have stormed up to the company and started a fight with Yves. I'd fight that woman who tried to steal my husband away from me. Now? Now, I was just exhausted. Forget anger; I was utterly apathetic to it all. I hung up, and that angered Yves more. He marched back home and saw me arranging my flowers. He was enraged and speechless. Without looking up, I said, "You're early. No overtime today?" My calm response stunned him. Yves asked coldly, "What do you think? Your comment made Joyce cry. What were you thinking, Tiffany Season? Do you have any idea how big a deal Joyce snagged for us?" "Nope. I just wanted her to stay professional at work. A mismatch between accessories and clothing makes for a bad company image." Yves was stunned for a moment. He was about to say something, but the air was filled with the sound of something snipping. I snipped off the superfluous branches and arranged the remaining flowers in specific angles. It looked good. I put my scissors down, cleaned up the trash, and looked at Yves. "Anything else?" "N-No." He then realized why he came back. It was not to negotiate. He came after me. "I specifically hired Joyce. You'd better watch your tongue around her." "Yeah, yeah," I said curtly and put the flowers on the table in the living room. I fiddled with it until I liked how it looked, then I started binge-watching my shows. My overly calm behavior left Yves a little helpless. "Err, I'll get you another gift. A belated birthday present." "No. I'm not a child anymore. Just get back to work." I looked at him calmly while he seemed stupefied. In the end, he went into his study. I sneered. We'd been married for seven years, and we were still annoyed at each other. Even without Joyce, he'd find another mistress sooner or later. I've dealt with so many of his mistresses over the years. At first, I was furious, hysterical, and a banshee. Now, I was as calm as stagnant water. I was exhausted. I took stock of what I had and told my lawyer to draft up the papers. I'd just printed the papers when Yves hurried out on a call. He only came back in the dead of the night, reeking of perfume. I'd finished binge-watching my shows and was about to sleep. Yves frowned. I changed into my PJs and went to bed, much to his surprise. "Is something wrong with you, Tiffany?" I looked at him, confused. He said solemnly, "Why didn't you call me? Why didn't you ask where I was?" "Because there was no need for that. You must have your reason for going out." He had nothing to say to that, and he scratched his head. "Are you hiding something from me?" "No, it's just in your head. Good night." I was sleepy. The binge-watching left me wanting to sleep. Yves couldn't prolong the conversation, so he went to the bathroom. I was already asleep when he came back. When I woke up, I saw a box on the bedside. There was a note on it. 'Happy Birthday,' it read. I chuckled and opened it up. A red key holder. Heh, it's just a free gift after a shopping spree. I tossed it into the drawer and took out the papers. I thought I should change some of the details. Yves and I had been together for ten years and married for seven. I knew him like the back of my hand. He was a cruel, heartless bastard. After all, he cared more about his army of mistresses than me. Chapter 2 Challenge I had made up my mind to bow out and let Yves have his fun. He could elope with Joyce for all I cared. Once I was done changing the details, I went to the salon to get my hair done, then a whole skincare routine. No point being frugal for a man if he would only spend the money on another woman. That necklace cost about 450 grand. If I were a betting woman, I'd say this key holder was a little souvenir for Joyce as well, but he decided to show some generosity to me. I'd respond in kind. He wanted freedom? He could have it. Once I had my hair done and my skin tended to, I picked up the papers and went to Yves' company. The receptionist noticed me, and her eyes lit up. "Hi, Mrs. Gordon!" "Hi. Is your boss in today?" "Yes. Mr. Gordon had a meeting this morning." I nodded and took the elevator. Back when Yves and I got married, I Venmoed all his employees a handsome amount of money. So, I knew for a fact that they recognized me. I got out on the sixteenth floor, my heels clacking. Yves' assistant greeted me. "Hey, Joyce." "Where's Yves?" "In his office, but Ms. Cherny's there too." He huddled closer. "Might not be the best time to see him." I smiled. "It's the other way around. In fact, it's the best time to see him. I brought him lunch." Yves' assistant looked at the bento box in my hand, stunned. I ignored him and made a beeline for Yves' office. I opened the door and was greeted by a cloying voice, "Had a fight with Tiffany again? She has too much time on her hands. Independence is important for women. Housewives always let their thoughts get the better of them because they don't have anything better to do." "She's not as capable as you are, Joyce. Thanks for getting us that Westmore deal. When the money comes through, you're getting a raise." "Really? I don't need a raise. Money means nothing to me. I just want to be by your side." I chuckled, and the couple inside noticed. I dropped the act and went inside. Joyce was on Yves' lap, her arms around his neck. If I hadn't heard the conversation, I'd think they were going to screw right there and then. Yves panicked and pushed Joyce aside. Joyce dusted herself off and smirked at me. "Hey, knock before you come in. Where's security? We've got a trespasser here!" She acted like she owned the place. Yves patted her shoulder. "That's my wife. Tiffany." Joyce feigned surprise. "Oh, that's your wife? She's so different from the other women." The sarcasm, unfortunately, did not go over my head. Yves looked at me, stunned. Of course, I looked beautiful. I had my hair done and styled myself meticulously. My accessories made me stand out even more. "What brings you here?" Yves snapped out of his trance. "Are you here to check on him, Tiffany? We were talking about the Westmore deal. I don't think you'd understand that." I smiled, unfazed. "Go on, you guys. I made some soup, and I thought Yves would like it. I'll be going soon." I placed the thermos on the table and was about to leave, but Yves called out to me. "Wait. Why don't we have lunch together?" I looked at Joyce. There was disdain and challenge in her gaze, as if she thought I was nothing but a leech who fed off my husband. Still, I wanted to see what she was up to. Therefore, I agreed to the proposal. "Fine. Where are we going?" Chapter 3 Declaration Joyce answered, "Let's go to the restaurant right across the street. Good food there. It's Mr. Gordon's and my usual haunt." She blatantly told me how close she was to my husband. If she wanted to invite trouble, who was I to interfere, right? I nodded. Yves looked a little unnerved seeing me so calm. In the end, he even offered to take my bag. I wrapped my arm around his arm and walked out together. Before we left, I said, "Close the door on the way out, Ms. Cherny." Although Joyce was disgruntled, she closed the door anyway. She looked like a little minion on our payroll. I laughed. Yves had been incessantly humiliating me, even out in public, but I'd been acting too strangely lately. It seemed that my behavior had finally spooked him. He had no idea what to do or how to react. So, he could only feign ignorance as he allowed me to hold his arm. The assistant stared at us with wide eyes. Every time I came, it was either to catch Yves in his affair or start a fight. I'd never acted calmly before. Joyce came out smiling, and we went into the elevator. I heard smatterings of whispers behind us. I didn't know the specifics, but I could guess the gist of it. They were probably wondering why I had a sudden change. Perhaps I was planning to reclaim Yves. Nah. This bastard had a change of heart. He could never be won back. I'd rather take everything that was rightfully mine and leave him behind. Joyce came up to us. "My treat, Yves. It's my first time seeing Tiffany, after all." She looked at me, and I smiled. "Thanks." Yves looked like he'd seen a ghost. He couldn't believe I was the same woman he married. We went to the restaurant and took our seats. Yves made his order, and when we were served, he pushed the chili crab over to me. "Their chili crab's nice." I smiled at him silently. Yves was stunned, and then, a while later, he remembered that I was allergic to seafood. Chili crab was far from my favorite food. He got it wrong. Joyce looked smug. "I love chili crab, Yves. Don't mind if I do, Tiffany." "Go ahead." I summoned the waiter and ordered myself some greens. Only then did I dig in. Yves realized he'd gone too far this time. Thus, he tried to salvage the situation. "I've been busy lately, but I'll make it up to you, I promise." "Really?" I extended my phone to him. "You can make it up to me right now." I showed him my E-bank app, and Yves was stunned. After a beat, he curled his lips to an awkward smile. Before he could say anything, Joyce chuckled. "You're so lucky you married Yves. You can just ask him for cash, and he'll give you anything. On the other hand, I have to work hard. Women have to be independent, you know." I nodded. "When I married Yves, he told me I was overworking myself, so he wanted me to take a break while he made the money for me. He kept his promise for years. Yes, independence is nice, but a good brain is better. It's great if you can make a man willingly work himself to the bone for you." Yves' past lies were exposed, and he looked embarrassed and had nothing to say to that. So, he could only smile awkwardly. Joyce had a look of disdain on her face. "Yves has worked hard. He deserves some good food." She kept piling up food on Yves' plate. I ignored him. We were here for lunch, so eating was the most important affair here. Only then could I have the strength to deal with our divorce. Frankly, I was already immune to Joyce's sarcasm. After I was done with my meal, I said, "Soup aside, there's something else I want to tell you." "What is it?" 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