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2,198,646	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2198640}'	Yes	2024-10-15 19:57	active	1636	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	My husband confessed that he had an affair with my assistant. "I've been seeing her for the last few months, and –" "Wait, say that again?" I stammered. "Cammy, I'm sorry,It just happened. All the stress around us trying - and failing - to have a baby," he said. "And well, I needed to feel like a man again, I guess. I don't expect you to understand, but this has nothing to do with you." "Having a baby was your idea, Stephen," I scoffed. "You were the one so adamant that we get pregnant right away. It was you that pressured me into going off birth control so your parents would get to meet your children before they passed." "Yeah, I know. I know," he said softly. "Its just intercourse got to be rather boring, you know? Monotonous. It was like we were just mechanical and clinical about trying to get pregnant and it took some of the fun and pleasure out of it." I stared at him, slack-jawed, and fought the urge to smack out of him. I was better than that. I wouldn't let my anger get the best of me, no matter how much of a jerk he was being right now. "Okay, so why are you telling me this now?" I asked. "Did you end things with her?" "No, in fact –" he took a deep breath and looked away, "Jessica is pregnant with my child, Camille. It's obvious now why we were having problems. It wasn't me – it was you. I know it sounds harsh, but I can't be with someone who can't give me children. No matter how much I love you." Tears welled up in my eyes, and this time, it was my turn to look out the window and away from him. I couldn't stand to look at him, knowing that for months now, he'd been sleeping with my former assistant and friend behind my back. Knowing that he thought there was something wrong with me because he'd been able to knock her up. "Get out," I said. My voice didn't crack, and I sounded firm. In control. Good for me. "What? We still have to meet with –" "I said, get out. I can't be in the same room with you right now." ———————— Camille I tapped my nails against the desk and stared at the clock, my insides roiling. Fifteen minutes late and counting. Stephen wasn't usually one to keep people waiting, which was upsetting enough. But he wasn't answering his phone or responding to my texts either, which only upset – and worried – me further. I smiled politely at his team, Ricardo, and Tracey, sitting across from me. This was originally his meeting to run, not mine. The fact that he wasn't there left me feeling put on the spot and more than a little uncomfortable. Stephen Doyle was my fiancé' and partner in Zesta Creative Design. He was the financial guru who handled the tedious details that allowed me to focus on the fun stuff. Ricardo and Tracey were interns from the local university, both majoring in finance and accounting like my darling beau, and together, we were supposed to go over the position and their responsibilities. However, given Stephen's absence, it appeared that I'd be handling the meeting alone. I'd turned my face back to the handbook, when the door opened, and my fiancé' stepped through, looking frazzled. His sandy blonde hair, which he kept trimmed short to his head with just a little length on top, was standing on end as if he hadn't bothered to brush it that morning. His eyes were tired, but there was a sparkle in them as if whatever kept him up late last night had been worth it. He'd canceled our date without an explanation, so I had no idea what could have gotten him so excited this morning. Stephen was a strapping, good-looking man. A former quarterback in college, where we met, he looked like he could step onto the field even today. Usually, he wore designer suits and dressed to perfection, looking every bit the part of CFO. Today, however, he was wearing a button-up shirt and jeans. I cocked an eyebrow as he joined me at the conference table. "Sorry," he said. "I had something come up at the last minute." He was smiling wide, but he wouldn't look at me. He kept resisting my gaze, instead of delving into the handbook and reading the exact same page I'd just finished up. "Would you two give us a minute?" I asked. The interns nodded and slipped out of the room, almost seeming grateful to have an out – if only for a few minutes. Maybe they knew something was up, that the world was about to come crashing down around me and wanted to get outside the blast radius. Or maybe I was just being paranoid. Either way, they scurried out of the conference room like their hair was on fire and waited outside the door. "Stephen? Is everything okay?" I asked. "MmmHmm," he said, finally meeting my eyes. When he did though, the smile on his face disappeared completely. The look in his eyes was guarded, and his expression was suddenly colder than the Arctic tundra. "Should we really be having this conversation here, Cam?" he asked. I shrugged and put my pen down on the table, leaning back in my chair. "You tell me? You're the one who canceled last night, without an excuse," I said. "And today, you're twenty minutes late to your own meeting. I think I have a right to ask you what's going on. If not as your fiancé', then at least as your business partner." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "I would rather have this discussion in private." "We're alone. No one can hear us through the door," I said. My voice started to crack. Over the last year or so, things had grown tense in our relationship. Okay, perhaps a bit more than tense. There was a tension between us that seemed to be growing by the day. His sister had popped out baby number three and Stephen was eager to get started on our family, even though our wedding wasn't scheduled until later in the year. We figured it couldn't hurt to get started though, so I went off all birth control and figured we'd be pregnant in no time. There we were though, ten months later, and still no pregnancy. I knew it stressed him out, and he'd started distancing himself from me. Maybe I was just being overly sensitive, but it felt like he thought I was broken, or somehow, less than a woman for not being able to conceive. "Fine," he grumbled. "Do youremember Jessica?" "Jessica Harvey? Yeah, of course. She was my assistant for years," I said. Jessica had quit our company out of the blue about three months back. It was completely unexpected, and I was still reeling from the shock of losing someone I'd counted on for years, someone I'd considered a friend for so long. We didn't talk much anymore. I tried to get together for coffee dates now and then, just to keep up with her. She was always too busy though – or was just avoiding me, I feared. I wanted to ask her what I'd done wrong, but she'd ghosted me, and that's where we were at. "Yeah, well, there's something you need to know," Stephen said. He looked out the large, glass window out to the sprawling city of Los Angeles below. "I've been seeing her for the last few months, and –" "Wait, say that again?" I stammered. My chest tightened, and a cold chill swept through my body. I didn't believe my ears. Not at first. As I stared at him, looked deep into his eyes though, I came to see the truth. "Cammy, I'm sorry," Stephen said. His voice didn't sound all that sorry, though. He shrugged and threw his hands in their air. He acted like this was somehow my fault. As if I'd somehow driven him into her arms. Into her bed. "It just happened. All the stress around us trying - and failing - to have a baby," he said. "And well, I needed to feel like a man again, I guess. I don't expect you to understand, but this has nothing to do with you." "Having a baby was your idea, Stephen," I scoffed. "You were the one so adamant that we get pregnant right away. It was you that pressured me into going off birth control so your parents would get to meet your children before they passed." "Yeah, I know. I know," he said softly. "Its just intercourse got to be rather boring, you know? Monotonous. It was like we were just mechanical and clinical about trying to get pregnant and it took some of the fun and pleasure out of it." I stared at him, slack-jawed, and fought the urge to smack out of him. I was better than that. I wouldn't let my anger get the best of me, no matter how much of a jerk he was being right now. "Okay, so why are you telling me this now?" I asked. "Did you end things with her?" "No, in fact –" he took a deep breath and looked away, "Jessica is pregnant with my child, Camille. It's obvious now why we were having problems. It wasn't me – it was you. I know it sounds harsh, but I can't be with someone who can't give me children. No matter how much I love you." Tears welled up in my eyes, and this time, it was my turn to look out the window and away from him. I couldn't stand to look at him, knowing that for months now, he'd been sleeping with my former assistant and friend behind my back. Knowing that he thought there was something wrong with me because he'd been able to knock her up. "Get out," I said. My voice didn't crack, and I sounded firm. In control. Good for me. "What? We still have to meet with –" "I said, get out. I can't be in the same room with you right now." "Camille, we have a business to run together," he argued. I wiped at my eyes, not allowing the tears to fall. I knew he was right. This company was initially mine, but he'd invested a lot of his own money over the years. Like it or not, we'd have to find a way to work together, at least until I could figure something else out. There was no way I was going to be tied to this man for the rest of my life. "Fine," I mumbled. I packed my things up and put it all into my briefcase as calmly as I could. I was trembling, but I didn't think Stephen could tell. I hoped not. I needed to appear calm and in control of myself. I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of seeing me fall apart. "You can meet with your interns alone," I said. "I'll make myself scarce, and we can talk about the company later." "You're handling this better than I thought you would, Cam," he said. For a second, I thought I heard the regret in his voice. Like on some level, he realized what a prick he was being and felt bad. Even if I had though, what good would it do now? The damage was done, and this was one bell that could not be un-rung. I glared at him. I wanted to scream at him, to tell him what a junk he was. I wanted to lash out. What would that accomplish other than make me look like an unhinged psycho, though? My head was spinning, and I couldn't think straight. Better to cool off before I said or did something I'd regret later. Like he said, we still had a business to run together, and like it or not, we'd have to work together for the good of Zesta. At least, for now. "For what it's worth, Cam," Stephen said, his voice soft and filled with emotion. "I'm sorry you're broken. I know how much you wanted to have children of your own, and this can't be easy to hear." I clutched my briefcase to my chest, keeping my hands busy instead of using them to show Stephen how I really felt about him. A homicide charge for strangling the life out of him probably wouldn't be a good look for the company. I didn't say another word though, and slipped out of the conference room, coming face to face with the interns who looked at me, puzzled expressions on their faces. "Stephen is going to take over from here. I have somewhere I need to be," I lied. I held my head up high and smiled politely at Ricardo and Tracey as I held the door open for them. Tracey gave me a look, her eyes filled with concern, but then looked away quickly. Ricardo seemed oblivious, ducking into the room and shaking hands with my fiancé' – scratch that, my ex-fiancé.' I shut the door behind them and hurried down the hall to my office, avoiding eye contact with everyone as I passed. I walked briskly past the cubicles of our employees until I got to the end of the hall, to my corner office, and slunk inside, falling against the door as I closed it behind me. As soon as I was alone, I didn't have to keep my composure. I let it all out. I slid to the floor and held my knees to my chest. The tears came hard and fast, but there was more than just sadness over the relationship ending – I was pissed about the betrayal. Grief and rage flooded my body in equal measure. --- "Complete jackass," my friend agreed. "And you really think this Jessica bimbo is pregnant with his kid? Pfft, I'm pretty sure he's the one shooting blanks." "You think so?" My voice cracked a bit at the question. I put my glass down on the table and smoothed out my skirt, focusing on my hands instead of Liv. While I could agree that the entire situation was all kinds of screwed up, I still wasn't sure if I believed him about me being unable to have kids or not. I was leaning toward him being right, simply because it made sense. Because somehow, somewhere deep down, I figured this was somehow my fault. "I think his side piece has a side piece of her own," Liv said, flagging down the waiter. "And seriously, what better revenge would there be than him realizing she's sleeping around on him and then finding out you can really have kids after all, huh?" "I suppose," I said, shrugging. "You suppose?" Liv asked as the waiter poured us more water. "Wouldn't you love to wipe that smug look off his face and tell him that he's the one who's broken?" "Well, yeah, but I don't think that's the case, Liv," I said grumpily. "Aren't you a Negative Nelly?" Liv said, rolling her eyes. When I didn't say anything, she sighed and added, "Just humor me, alright?" "Fine," I said, shrugging. "I guess I have nothing to lose." Well, except for all my dreams of one day having a child with a man I loved, sure, but since I already figured that was the case, it wasn't like I'd be getting any worse news. At least I hoped not. I didn't think I could take any more. --- Preston Dr. Preston Winters , M.D. The name plate had been added to the door recently. It was a matte silver with black lettering. Simple and yet, classy. I was the newest doctor to be brought on at the Hollywood Hills Women's and Children Center, and seeing my name officially listed on the office door was thrilling. A dream come true for someone who wasn't even sure they'd survive medical school, much less my residency. Getting to this point in my career had been harder than I ever imagined it to be, but I couldn't have asked for a better clinic to start with. Our receptionist, Kelly, was sitting at the front desk when I entered. She smiled politely at me, pushing her glasses up higher on her nose. "Good morning, Miss Temple," I said, stepping through the door and into the back. "Good morning, Dr. Winters. Looks like you have a full day today," Kelly said, scanning the appointment calendar in the computer with a furrowed brow. "Looks like you're taking a few of Dr. Garcia's patients today, her son is sick." "Not a problem. That's why they brought me on," I said. "Your first patient will be here right at nine," she said. "She requested the earliest possible appointment with Dr. Garcia." "Shouldn't be a problem," I said, continuing down the hall toward my office. My personal office was already coming together. Several bookshelves filled with medical journals sat behind a large oak desk. The obligatory diploma and a few personal pictures hung on the pale blue walls. I sat down at my desk, which had several photos on top as well. One photograph of my mom was prominent, a reminder of why I'd gone into this field in the first place. My other reminder was in another frame beside her photo. It was of a little boy wearing a soccer uniform and shooting the camera a gap-toothed grin. He had his mother's large, brown eyes, but my family's naturally tanned complexion and sandy blonde hair. There was a knock at my door, pulling me out of my brief reverie. "Yes?" One of the nurses, Paola, popped her head in and said, "Sorry to bother you, but your first patient is here and keeps asking when Dr. Garcia will see her. Says she has to be back at work by ten-thirty, at the latest." "I'll be right there," I said, chuckling to myself. So many people schedule doctor's appointments, expecting to be in and out in an hour or less like this was some cheap fast-food joint. We catered to a higher-end clientele, meaning many of the people were impatient and entitled. It came with the territory there in Hollywood Hills, I supposed. Since I was taking on Dr. Garcia's patients at the last minute, I hadn't had a chance to look over the patient's file. I was walking in blind, essentially. I followed Paolo to the room, and before I entered, she handed me the file on her. I glanced down, started to read through it when the door opened. "Hello? I really need to –" Big, sparkling, sapphire blue eyes stared back at me, and they grew wider once she saw me stepping through the door. Couldn't say I wasn't a little bit surprised myself. I couldn't help but note the mahogany curls and how they fell just perfectly over her cool, pale skin, gently touching her freckled shoulders – shoulders that were undressed thanks to the sleeveless pink sundress she was wearing. Looking into her face, I realized I knew her from somewhere. I couldn't place it right away, but I'd seen that face somewhere before. We handled a lot of celebrities, and she was definitely attractive enough to be a model or actress, but I wasn't sure that was it. I looked down at the name on file. "Camille O'Hare? Is that –" "Preston? Preston Winters, is that you?" she stammered. "Yeah, that's me," I said and smiled. When I heard her speak, the pieces fell into place, and I knew where I knew her from. High school. A long time ago in a galaxy far away. There was no mistaking her though. "No offense, but where's Dr. Garcia?" Camille asked, looking past me at Paola, who still stood in the doorway. "Apparently, I'm Dr. Garcia today," I said, giving my old high school friend the once over. Camille looked good. It was an unprofessional thought, but one I couldn't shake. I almost didn't recognize her. "Glad to see you still remember me," I said. Paola stepped away to help another patient, and I walked into Camille's room, opening her file on the table and reading through it. I closed the door behind us when Camille stepped back inside, her jaw nearly on the floor. "So, you really did it, huh?" she asked. She flopped up on the examining room table, her arms crossed in front of her. She was smiling, though a bit tense. But I took the smile as a good sign. "You made it through medical school," she said. "Either that or I'm really good at faking it," I teased, turning to face her, mirroring how she folded her arms in front of her chest. I had a hard time concealing my amazement at the transformation. Camille had changed a lot since high school. Her porcelain skin was clear and smoother than it had ever been back then. Her hair was a tad darker with some highlights in it now, and longer too. She used to keep her hair cut short, but the length did wonders for bringing out the soft features of her perfectly oval face. "As you can tell, I'm not Dr. Garcia," I said. "She had a family issue and won't be in today. But if you'd like to reschedule and wait for her, we can arrange it." She bit her bottom lip and looked away. I could tell she was considering it. Not that I blamed her, given our past. Instead of answering my question outright, she smiled at me softly. "You look good, Preston," she said. "I know it's been what, ten years? But I'm glad to see you're doing well." "You seem to be doing well too," I said, forcing myself to maintain eye contact with her. Camille's dress showed off some ample cleavage, and I was having a hard time not admiring it. I'm a professional. I couldn't have made it this far if I checked out my patients like a pervert. It was difficult though because I am still a man, and Camille was different. "Paola mentioned you were in a hurry to get back to work so I won't take too much of your time," I said. "If you'd like to reschedule, we can arrange for you to see Dr. Garcia another time." "I can't reschedule," she sighed. "There are no other doctors here today?" "No, I'm afraid not," I said. "It's just me at the moment." She took a deep breath, and the smile that had been on her face earlier fell as she stared at her hands. She picked at her perfectly manicured nails as if the nail polish was chipping, but she was only fidgeting. She looked tense and uncomfortable. "I mean, I guess it's been ten years or so since we –" she cut herself off, clearing her throat before continuing, "I think it'll be fine. You're a professional, after all." "Of course," I said, my voice softening. "I take my job very seriously, and what happened in our past will stay in the past, Camille." She turned her face up and met my gaze. In her eyes, I saw so much pain. I was taken aback at first, assuming that look was because of me, but then she wiped at her eyes and shook her head. "I'm here because my fiancé – err, my ex-fiancé – believes I can't have children." I pulled out her file, read through some of the notes from her past visits. "Have you seen a fertility specialist before?" I asked. She shook her head, and again, she looked away. "No, but we've been trying for well over a year, and there's been no luck." "You know it takes two to make a baby, right?" I asked. "It very well could be –" "He apparently got another woman pregnant pretty recently." "Oh," I said, closing the file. I figured that this went deeper than her medical history anyway. Her blue eyes were wide and filled with fear as she looked to me for answers. Being in this field, I often worked with women worried about their fertility. She wouldn't be the first woman I'd seen who was fearful about her chances of ever having a baby. She just so happened to be first who'd admitted such personal details as to why she believed she was the problem. "You'd been trying for a year, no birth control?" I asked. "I was never on the pill, I used non-hormonal methods. No hormones to wean myself off of, I thought I'd get pregnant pretty easily, but –" she stammered, taking a deep breath and seeming to gather her composure before speaking again, "but obviously that hasn't happened. As you should be able to see in my history, my periods have never been regular, and while I've never been diagnosed officially, Dr. Garcia suspected I might suffer from ovarian cysts." I opened the file again and looked through the notes, studying them a little more in depth. There was one little note mentioning some discomfort and cramping from a few months back, which could be cysts, or it could have been cramps. "Is there something we can do, Preston?" she asked.pregnating her and proving that prick ex of hers wrong caused a tightness low in my groin. Or maybe, just the idea of being with her again was causing it. Either way, blood rushed down my body, forcing me to turn away from Camille, afraid she'd notice my reaction. "Well, I will complete an exam, and we can run some tests," I said and cleared my throat. I cursed at my lower body as I pretended to read through her file some more, waiting for my shaft to get the message that this wasn't the time or place for such antics. As soon as I felt my body listening to me, I turned back around and gave her what I hoped was a comforting smile. "Do you mind lying down for me?" I asked.	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2,197,969	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-15 19:57	active	1636		I totally forgot to share this, but I’m writing a chapter about the intersection of Dungeons & Dragons and the Oral Tradition from a historical perspective for the “The Psychgeist of Dungeons & Dragons”!!! It will be published by Carnegie Mellon Press in 2025 and I’m so excited! . . . #bookstagram #booktuber #historian #historiansofinstagram #dandd #dungeonsanddragons #carnegiemellonpress #carnegiemellon #oralhistorian #amwriting #writersofinstagram	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/hey.hadeel	hey.hadeel	https://www.instagram.com/_u/hey.hadeel	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	IMAGE		http://instagram.com/hey.hadeel	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/441504045_1078738953189212_6824455831372304203_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=7fff4e&_nc_ohc=xAoliq9rYxcQ7kNvgFAK4Ux&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYAtW0BJgsHPRwbvbDoFB2GRx0aFARekzBzP4rTeJl7udQ&oe=6714E543	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	hey.hadeel	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,198,121	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2198123}'	Yes	2024-10-15 19:57	active	1636	🌳 Spacious Backyard	The large yard offers plenty of room for outdoor activities, gardening, or just enjoying the open air. It’s a great space to create your own outdoor retreat.	LEARN_MORE	https://www.forsaleokc.com/homes-for-sale/OK/edmon	Levinson Real Estate Team	https://www.facebook.com/levinsonrealestate/	8,016	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	forsaleokc.com	CAROUSEL	The large yard offers plenty of room for outdoor activities, gardening, or just enjoying the open air. It’s a great space to create your own outdoor retreat.	https://www.forsaleokc.com/homes-for-sale/OK/edmond/73013/2900-indian-grass-ct/bid-117-1114874?utm_source={{campaign.id}}&utm_medium={{placement}}+{{site_source_name}}%09&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{adset.name}}+{{ad.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/460024266_1985618105200176_6943178944268707026_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=0Vd3bgt1TZwQ7kNvgEclYE6&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AnZAEDHIGiJb5vI1CnmNAEH&oh=00_AYAUoiF2rm4vZxyuWxiDwaCfftCVhJuDMHdSb1Fv2AC3mg&oe=6714D155	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Levinson Real Estate Team	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,198,898	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2198899}'	Yes	2024-10-15 19:57	active	1636	Revenge, Fate & Passion: A Billionaire's Tale	💕After Sandra Glock graduated from high school, her grandfather reached out to her mother, Kelly Youth, who had remarried. Kelly then brought Sandra to live with the Ruths in Kagos. Over time, Sandra grew increasingly heartbroken by her mother's repeated disappointments. However, James Lande, a senior who fell in love with Sandra at first sight, always stood by her side. He protected, cherished, and unconditionally trusted her. In the end, his unwavering care helped Sandra find true love	WATCH_MORE	https://website.snap-shorts.com/share/middle/5vxii	Malik Yardim Bruno	https://www.facebook.com/61553216573055/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch more	website.snap-shorts.com	VIDEO		https://website.snap-shorts.com/share/middle/5vxii2ko3mzf4h0g1lnsvge0?campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&campaign={{campaign.name}}&adgroup={{adset.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462784359_1063337041988963_1551153528323154790_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Y3v-QG8SDc0Q7kNvgHqHDhf&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Amm5ofNU5LycsEbR7wAyLbq&oh=00_AYCH7GAbMuLYVfguBKbL_EBLEqdg7hHpvpFp5qVUBeIPrw&oe=6714E2EF	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Malik Yardim Bruno	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,198,710	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2198711}'	Yes	2024-10-15 19:57	active	1636	Learn Secrets	Tired of Mealtime Drama? Let’s Make It Fun! 🥦🍽️ Join us on October 26th for a game-changing webinar that will transform the way you and your child approach mealtime. With expert tips from Kelly Benson Vogt and Sonal Babbar Bhardwaj, you'll learn practical ways to handle picky eating and turn meals into moments of joy. 🌸 What You’ll Get: ✨ Simple strategies for a happier mealtime ✨ Easy-to-apply tips to end food refusals ✨ Expert insights on creating positive food habits 🗓 Date: October 26, 2024 ⏰ Time: 9:30 AM (EDT) 📍 Location: Google Meet 💰 Price: $30 Don’t miss out! Sign up now to bring more smiles to the table. 👶❤️	LEARN_MORE	https://www.viraacare.com/products/managing-toddle	Viraa Care	https://www.facebook.com/viraabeginnings/	5	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	www.viraacare.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://www.viraacare.com/products/managing-toddler-behaviours-at-meal-times	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462704744_555378743526407_279706557750196844_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=YhwxeV1OaeYQ7kNvgHi4AXd&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A2QqKyUHo89ITp8tbAqOEt0&oh=00_AYAFfsbyuAft9RBrJk9rJ_1oqYlwIrgCwJ53__6XkgcafQ&oe=6714EFF0	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Viraa Care	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,198,169	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-15 19:57	active	1636	🔥Click To Read On👉👉👉	My destined Alpha mate chose my sister over me. However, he quickly realized his mistake when his actions pushed me into the embrace of another Alpha, or worse. --- I was in the middle of whipping up all of Lisa's favorite dishes. Two whole months had flown by since my little sister last set foot at home, and the excitement was palpable between us. But the real kicker? She was bringing her significant mate for the grand introduction. I couldn't help but bubble over with joy for her. It turns out they'd crossed paths nearly two years back during a casual visit to the local college campus while she was still navigating high school. The revelation that they'd clicked back then and kept it under wraps till her freshman college year took me by surprise. Curious, I quizzed her about their hush-hush romance, and she let me in on a little secret: they had to lay low due to his status within the pack. They finally went public with their love story a few months into her university journey. Despite being just a couple of hours away, Lisa kept delaying the moment we'd meet him. Now, it wasn't like she kept him a mystery; she couldn't stop raving about him every time we chatted. She painted him as Mr. Perfect. But it was only a month back that she dropped the bombshell—he was to be our future Alpha. Ma and I were over the moon. We couldn't have been happier. I was particularly thrilled. Our current Alpha, Alpha Gavin, led with fairness and strength, a truly stand-up guy. We were incredibly fortunate to have his support after we lost our dad. It's not like we were tight with him or anything, but he was the pillar we leaned on to get back on our feet after such a heartbreaking loss. I knew he had a son, though we'd never crossed paths. And let's be real, we weren't exactly on the Alpha's radar. But his support for us, just members of his pack, left a lasting mark of gratitude in me. Rumors had swirled that Gerry, the Alpha's heir, was shaping up to be as exemplary a leader as his dad. Knowing this, my heart was light with relief—my sister's mate was not just anyone; he was Gerry. She was in the best hands, destined for happiness and care. As I was yanking the chicken from its fiery oven abode, Ma's voice floated in, lyrical with excitement, "They've arrived!" Swiftly springing into action, I fetched our cherished serving dishes—a gift from my parents' bonding celebration—and began artfully arranging the meal upon them. Amid the hustle, the sound of the front door swinging open and the high-pitched, joyous reunion between my mother and sister filled the air. Wrapping up my culinary project, I transported the dishes to the neatly prepared dining room table. With a satisfied smile for the spread I'd laid out, I then dashed to the living room, buzzing with excitement. Pausing at the doorway, a powerful scent hit me, sending a surge of sensations through me—my stomach twisted, and my pulse quickened. The towering, broad-shouldered man beside my sister pivoted towards me, and our gazes intertwined. Mate. I nearly choked trying to suppress the word from escaping my lips. What in the world was going on? He was supposed to be my sister's chosen one. Not mine. He belonged to Lisa by destiny. Then why was I reacting this way? An even more pressing question... Why did it look like he was experiencing the same shock? His eyes were wide open, pupils expanded, and they clung to mine with an intensity that rooted him to the spot just as I was immobilized. Kelly, my inner wolf, was practically doing somersaults in my mind, acknowledging him and his wolf the moment we locked eyes. It took her a moment to grasp the gravity of the situation, but when she did, her whimpers echoed in the recesses of my consciousness. This couldn't be real. What in the world was going on?	INSTALL_MOBILE_APP	http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.b	WonderfulNovel	https://www.facebook.com/100083614677440/	76	1969-12-31 18:00	Install now	play.google.com	VIDEO		http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.benefit.novelverse	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463200596_2774969706023029_127558567767845063_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=_B-dovdVeQIQ7kNvgHe03e0&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AexQrA03gN3A5w-9nHqukX7&oh=00_AYC2MH4jVmw8Lb-JaDFmh8NslvuXUaEclAHauV6sLsJouw&oe=6714D86F	PERSON_PROFILE	0	WonderfulNovel	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,198,151	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2198161}'	Yes	2024-10-15 19:57	active	1636		After a season using (and trying to trick) John Deere's See & Spray technology, it seems that Kelly is sold. #partnercontent #farmequipment #farming #agtech #agequipment#farming #agriculture #farm #agronomy #agriculture #nutrients #fertilty #agexperts #farmlife #xtremeag #nutrientmanagement #crop #high-yield #corn #soybeans #sustainablefarming #farmer			XtremeAg.farm	https://www.facebook.com/XtremeAg.farm/	43,651	1969-12-31 18:00			VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463309849_511776768344397_4499301095680932598_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Kiuxj_TnzdcQ7kNvgGY4ndC&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=APgeSQDthqcDXv4LxtQQH3U&oh=00_AYA0cGLOGiFiaFq7QrBg3miztDYqXRPncSYtBT9Ch9jq1Q&oe=6714D78E	PERSON_PROFILE	0	XtremeAg.farm	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,197,941	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-15 19:57	active	1636	New Ranking: Best NFL Quarterbacks Of All Time	These Are The Greatest NFL Quarterback Of All Time		https://comicstadium.com/whos-the-greatest-nfl-qua	SportsZone	https://www.facebook.com/100095480265861/	66	1969-12-31 18:00		comicstadium.com	IMAGE	Legacy Defined: When we talk about the NFL, quarterback legacies take center stage. Their leadership, precision, and game-changing plays can make or break championships. Debates and Discussions: From living rooms to sports bars, the debate over the greatest quarterback never ceases. Is it the rings,...	https://comicstadium.com/whos-the-greatest-nfl-quarterback-of-all-time-ranking/?utm_source=Facebook&utm_medium=FB&utm_campaign={{adset.name}}&utm_term={{adset.id}}&layout=inf3&vtype=3	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463193475_1275948173771515_1189106290588723624_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=7Kbb-333UcoQ7kNvgHsUVmj&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ArqGAptvipYmwv3EQIl8x7y&oh=00_AYAFIzFAJFw5IoGGhUejwtdlGAQztHz5jQp-2XE-bvteVQ&oe=6714E664	PERSON_PROFILE	0	SportsZone	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,197,871	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-15 19:57	active	1636	International Festival	Come travel and experience the different countries of the world. Join us in tasting foods, seeing costumes, hearing the languages, and experiencing the cultures. New this year - Bounce House! All proceeds from the event will go to benefit Stonehill Christian Academy.	EVENT_RSVP	https://www.facebook.com/events/1191003218660545/	Stonehill Seventh-day Adventist Church	https://www.facebook.com/stonehillsda/	1,042	1969-12-31 18:00	INTERESTED	International Festival	EVENT	Come travel and experience the different countries of the world. Join us in tasting foods, seeing costumes, hearing the languages, and experiencing the cultures. New this year - Bounce House! All proceeds from the event will go to benefit Stonehill Christian Academy.	https://www.facebook.com/events/1191003218660545/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463408919_1045009780749642_4373379107437003174_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=WlJUnoa7lPAQ7kNvgF6vrXg&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ApADvJ3aRQwzEPHdZ8EGoDU&oh=00_AYArDr7CyIRsOulnmAOhb0_TK3I9nqWKYtEU-Vi7fB_5nQ&oe=6714E20B	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Stonehill Seventh-day Adventist Church	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,198,120	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2198123}'	Yes	2024-10-15 19:57	active	1636	🌳 Spacious Backyard	The large yard offers plenty of room for outdoor activities, gardening, or just enjoying the open air. It’s a great space to create your own outdoor retreat.	LEARN_MORE	https://www.forsaleokc.com/homes-for-sale/OK/edmon	Levinson Real Estate Team	https://www.facebook.com/levinsonrealestate/	8,016	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	forsaleokc.com	CAROUSEL	The large yard offers plenty of room for outdoor activities, gardening, or just enjoying the open air. It’s a great space to create your own outdoor retreat.	https://www.forsaleokc.com/homes-for-sale/OK/edmond/73013/2900-indian-grass-ct/bid-117-1114874?utm_source={{campaign.id}}&utm_medium={{placement}}+{{site_source_name}}%09&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{adset.name}}+{{ad.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/460024266_1985618105200176_6943178944268707026_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=0Vd3bgt1TZwQ7kNvgEclYE6&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AnZAEDHIGiJb5vI1CnmNAEH&oh=00_AYAUoiF2rm4vZxyuWxiDwaCfftCVhJuDMHdSb1Fv2AC3mg&oe=6714D155	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Levinson Real Estate Team	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,197,829	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2198161}'	Yes	2024-10-15 19:57	active	1636	183 Bay Vw Dr, Daphne, AL 36526, USA	--- ✨ NEW LISTING ALERT ✨ 🏡 183 Bay View Drive, Daphne, AL 🏡 *2.4% BAC* Looking for breathtaking bay views and coastal living at its finest? This stunning 3-bedroom, 2-bath home in Daphne’s sought-after neighborhood has it all! 🌊✨ Features include: ✔️ Move in Ready ✔️ Updated kitchen with stainless steel appliances ✔️ Cozy fireplace for cool evenings ✔️ Gorgeous outdoor deck perfect for entertaining with stunning bay views ✔️ Master suite with a spa-like bathroom Ready to make this beautiful home yours? Schedule your private showing today! 📲 Call/Text Mary Hill, Realtor Kelly Right Real Estate 📞 251-209-0241 💼 Serving Mobile & Baldwin County #DaphneAL #MobileRealEstate #DreamHome #BayViewLiving #NewListing #CoastalLiving #MaryHillRealtor #251Realtor ---	CALL_NOW		Mary Hill, Realtor, 251-209-0241	https://www.facebook.com/maryhillrealtor/	868	1969-12-31 18:00	Call now		IMAGE	View this listing posted by Promise Media on Spiro		1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463180970_1510979550295795_7834001279169601765_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=mv_K4ca1ZIIQ7kNvgEPF7V2&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=As3skwNecmK1fFLQ4pEZkji&oh=00_AYCuWEZvGIuw2FmB84WmrgS6eb7tJBXNCtrKUxC9Gq3SuQ&oe=6714D308	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Mary Hill, Realtor, 251-209-0241	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,198,312	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2198307}'	Yes	2024-10-15 19:57	active	1636	🔴 Cyberpunk minis for 3D Printing	OCTOBER release is here! 💀 The Razorbacks💀 👇👇 You can get them ALL for just $9! In the neon-lit underbelly of Sleepless City, a gang has emerged that marries the old-world style of 1920s street gangs with the brutal efficiency of future tech. Calling themselves The Razorbacks. Old World Style, New World Tech. We’d love your support! Check them out and subscribe here https://www.patreon.com/unit9 or here https://www.myminifactory.com/users/UNIT9	SUBSCRIBE	https://www.patreon.com/posts/march-2024-full-9945	Human Interface - Nakamura Tower	https://www.facebook.com/hintthegame/	11,294	1969-12-31 18:00	Subscribe	patreon.com	DCO	Get it for just $8	https://www.patreon.com/posts/march-2024-full-99453168?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=ad&utm_campaign=patreon	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463114307_1090784256040599_2933774075863811859_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=czzE7A4xlpEQ7kNvgEGN4Vl&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A0X3pTTSqoh6mOepxBnqIEZ&oh=00_AYDhTvfsUKecNJl6aeh56PL3ZYzdILovnotn7MsZ1FC5PQ&oe=6714D65A	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Human Interface - Nakamura Tower	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,198,323	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2198326}'	Yes	2024-10-15 19:57	active	1636	PHMUSEUM 2024 WOMEN PHOTOGRAPHERS GRANT	LAST DAYS \| EXTENDED DEADLINE 17 OCTOBER - Present your work for $10,000 in cash prizes, a solo show at PhMuseum Lab, screenings at Photo Vogue Festival and more. Photo © Jingru Wang	APPLY_NOW	https://phmuseum.com/grants/2024-women-photographe	PHmuseum	https://www.facebook.com/phmuseum/	92,020	1969-12-31 18:00	Apply Now	phmuseum.com	DCO	Show your work to an independent jury comprising Gem Fletcher (Writer, Host The Messy Truth podcast), Farah Al Qasimi (Visual Artist), Danaé Panchaud (Curator, Museologist, Lecturer and Director Centre de la photographie Genève), and Pixy Liao (Visual Artist)	https://phmuseum.com/grants/2024-women-photographers-grant	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463074984_410786508521819_4832725151281835580_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Sa1BT5KcdAYQ7kNvgHQV2rl&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A0X3pTTSqoh6mOepxBnqIEZ&oh=00_AYDeB_aFcEzgyXdNF-JwhH7APIC8xq0bNVb8kFs3jw68kA&oe=6714D45D	PERSON_PROFILE	0	PHmuseum	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,197,837	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2197795}'	Yes	2024-10-15 19:57	active	1636	Free Design Services	Chat with COREtec Design Services experts, like Kelly, from the comfort of your couch – it's easy and FREE! "I’ll help guide you to your perfect floor by prioritizing your design wants and needs. I can't wait to assist you with your project!” - Kelly, COREtec Design Expert There’s no pressure to buy, just real help from real people who care. Get started today!	LEARN_MORE	https://coretecfloors.com/en-us/design-service	COREtec Floors	https://www.facebook.com/COREtecFloors/	22,291	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	coretecfloors.com	IMAGE	Plus FREE samples	https://coretecfloors.com/en-us/design-service	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461099754_506490492165090_4549181697200433130_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=LV-xcc_hwH8Q7kNvgGlpaOH&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AdB__5GY-nAuIJOTzoqI0kR&oh=00_AYA30glSqeZorFt2dQ5_NOp7Sxsr_61OP6ymgTRC8LK4jg&oe=6714D19B	PERSON_PROFILE	0	COREtec Floors	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,197,870	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2198161}'	Yes	2024-10-15 19:57	active	1636		The results are in! Congratulations and THANK YOU to David Kelly of Florida, who was the winner of the tsavorite garnet auction. Thanks to his generosity, the Second Harvest Food Bank of Northeast Tennessee is receiving $2,273! Second Harvest is able to provide approximately 4 meals for every $1 donated, which means that this donation will feed more than 9,000 people in the region affected by Hurricane Helene! Thanks to everyone who participated, and thanks also to those of you who contacted me to let me know you made a direct donation. Since the storm, Second Harvest has distributed more than one million pounds of food, water, and supplies to those in need 😮 ! If you haven't had an opportunity to contribute yet, your donations would still be very much appreciated.			JL White Fine Gemstones	https://www.facebook.com/whitesgems/	5,292	1969-12-31 18:00			IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463135712_838659258430228_6533334274550569450_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=F37bYzqcnTAQ7kNvgEKzKgb&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ApADvJ3aRQwzEPHdZ8EGoDU&oh=00_AYCuTJJezgTruJQssfa0HibFy-9newf2XfzgdSFbQ9k1dQ&oe=6714CE86	PERSON_PROFILE	0	JL White Fine Gemstones	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,198,306	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2198307}'	Yes	2024-10-15 19:57	active	1636	🔴 Cyberpunk minis for 3D Printing	OCTOBER release is here! 💀 The Razorbacks💀 👇👇 You can get them ALL for just $9! In the neon-lit underbelly of Sleepless City, a gang has emerged that marries the old-world style of 1920s street gangs with the brutal efficiency of future tech. Calling themselves The Razorbacks. Old World Style, New World Tech. We’d love your support! Check them out and subscribe here https://www.patreon.com/unit9 or here https://www.myminifactory.com/users/UNIT9	SUBSCRIBE	https://www.patreon.com/posts/march-2024-full-9945	Human Interface - Nakamura Tower	https://www.facebook.com/hintthegame/	11,294	1969-12-31 18:00	Subscribe	patreon.com	DCO	Get it for just $8	https://www.patreon.com/posts/march-2024-full-99453168?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=ad&utm_campaign=patreon	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463114307_1090784256040599_2933774075863811859_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=czzE7A4xlpEQ7kNvgEGN4Vl&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A0X3pTTSqoh6mOepxBnqIEZ&oh=00_AYDhTvfsUKecNJl6aeh56PL3ZYzdILovnotn7MsZ1FC5PQ&oe=6714D65A	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Human Interface - Nakamura Tower	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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