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Click to Next Chapter 👉👉😍 | My husband and his mistress forgot to engage the parking brake while being intimate in the car, and both of them ended up in the lake. The woman is already dead, while my husband still clings to life. Tearfully, I told the doctor there was no need to keep trying to save him since he hadn’t left me a single cent. Then, without hesitation, I pulled out his oxygen tube and sent him off to the crematorium. Goodbye, my dear husband! The three greatest joys in life: a dead husband, a sudden financial gain, and a casket all set to go. I had them all! I knew my happy life was beginning! There's a saying, "Illicit affairs always lead to death." Karma, huh? The police showed me the photos from the scene, and honestly, they were hard to look at. Neither of them had a stitch of clothing left on. Gianna's hands were even tied with a belt. She also had something stuffed in her mouth, so I asked the officer, "What is that?" The officer, looking embarrassed, scratched his head. "It's a pair of red women's underwear." Tsk tsk. A toad trying to be a frog, eyesore but kinky. How scandalous! I looked at Waylon, still in the ICU, and shook my head. Then, I glanced at Gianna, already dead and swollen from all the water she'd swallowed. Waylon used to complain about me all the time, calling me a "washed-up old lady" while he praised Gianna's soft, delicate skin. Well, now she's puffed up like a balloon. Guess she's soft, alright. Squeeze her, and a whole lot of water would come out. One's dead, the other's comatose. The doctor was explaining the treatment options, but I cut him off. "Doc, I know you've done your best. It's not your fault he's dead." "No need to keep treating Waylon. Pull the plug. We're broke." The doctor looked confused, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "But Ms. Kelly, we could still try to save him..." I sighed and gave him my best bitter smile. "Doc, take a look at my bank account. There's not a single penny in there." "I'm not being heartless. It's just that he spent all our money on his mistress and didn't leave a dime for me or our daughter." "Gianna's dead, and Waylon's in a coma, so there's no one left to tell me the bank passwords. I have no way to get the money to save him." The doctor saw the tears and snot streaming down my face and gave me a look of pity. But I wasn't lying. Waylon, that scumbag, had transferred all our cash and property into Gianna's name to force me to leave the marriage empty-handed. He probably would've handed me and our daughter over to Gianna, too, if he could! There's a saying, "Always leave a way out, so you can meet again in the future." Too bad, Waylon. You're not going to see anything ever again. Since I couldn't pay for the hospital fees, the doctor contacted Waylon's mom, Nova Powell, back in the countryside. Nova, without hesitation, wired over 300,000 dollars. Well, well, turns out I'm the only one in the family who's broke! Then Nova screamed at me over the phone, calling me a curse that ruined her son's life. "If anything happens to my boy, I swear I'll skin you alive!" she shouted before slamming the phone down. Oh, right. I forgot Waylon's not dead yet! Better to act now before things get worse. It's just like the old saying goes. That night, I sent my daughter Zoe to stay with a friend for a while and borrowed some money from her. I hired the best lawyer in town. Ivy Ross said, "If you have solid evidence of an affair during the marriage, the court can rule that the guilty party gets little to no property." I asked, "So, if he's dead, would it be easier to recover everything he gave to the mistress?" Ivy looked shocked but nodded. "Yes, in the case of a spouse's death, that's possible." Satisfied, I rushed to the hospital. Nova was probably on her way, but it would take at least five hours by train from the village. I had to take care of Waylon before she got here. After Nova paid the 300,000 for hospital fees, the hospital had pulled out all the stops to keep Waylon alive. But he was barely hanging on, and could die any minute. Just like now, as I pressed down on his oxygen tube. Goodbye, my dear dead husband! The earlier a husband dies, the better life gets. Soon, I'd be a happy widow. He was gone by noon, and the ashes were ready by the afternoon. After collecting the ashes and heading home, I got a call from Ivy saying the evidence I provided was all set, and we could start preparing to reclaim the property from Gianna. I was so excited I threw the urn aside and jumped onto the bed to roll around. The three greatest joys in life: a dead husband, a financial windfall, and a casket ready to go. I had them all! The $38 plastic urn was surprisingly sturdy. It rolled across the floor and only stopped when it hit the table leg. Just yesterday, in this very spot, Waylon had beaten me because I hadn't made Gianna the seafood dinner she wanted. He'd grabbed my head and slammed it into the corner of the table over and over until I was covered in welts. Meanwhile, Gianna was sitting in a chair scrolling through her phone, pouting, "Oh Waylon, look at all that blood. You're scaring me." She even clutched her ch//est for dramatic effect. Waylon gave her a sleazy grin and said, "Haha, babe, I've got scarier things for you. Let's go somewhere private, and I'll show you." She giggled, "Oh stop, you're so bad. Your wife's right here." Well, it sure was scary. Even a seasoned driver can forget to pull the handbrake and end up in a lake. That Waylon couldn't even die without causing trouble. The lake he drove into was a private fish pond in the neighboring village. He killed 500 fish when his car went in, and I had to pay 5,000 dollars in compensation. Ugh, the more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I grabbed the urn and smashed it hard onto the floor. It made a dull thud, but that cheap plastic urn was surprisingly tough, not even a crack. Waylon was lucky. Even in death, he got a decent place to rest! When our old house was being demolished, Waylon wanted more money from the government, so he took our daughter to stay in that run-down old place. The compensation they offered was already generous, but Waylon thought it wasn't enough. He forced our daughter to live in the house to stop the demolition. Since we were the only ones left in the area, with no water or electricity, Zoe passed out from heatstroke. If the construction team hadn't found her in time, she might not have made it. By the time I rushed home, Waylon wasn't even staying at the old place. He was in our air-conditioned bedroom, in bed with Gianna. Now that Waylon was dead, I could happily move forward with the government deal. I took my ID and other documents and handled all the paperwork in one go. The old house was demolished smoothly, and the compensation money would be transferred directly to my account. All I had to do was wait for the payment. The government workers and the construction crew, who had been dealing with Waylon's stubbornness for so long, were relieved to see me agree to the demolition so easily. They shook my hand, saying, "Thank you, Ms. Kelly, for supporting the government's work." They even insisted on giving me two gallons of cooking oil and ten pounds of eggs as a token of appreciation. I responded cheerfully, "It's our duty as citizens to support the government." See? Since Waylon died, everyone's been so nice to me. I happily headed home with my cooking oil and eggs. I checked the time. It wouldn't be long before Nova arrived to stir up more trouble. I'd better rest up. I had been running around nonstop for days without a proper break, and soon I drifted off to sleep. Not long after, at around 3 p.m., Nova was banging on my door, yelling, "Gianna! Get out here! I know you're in there! You cursed my son and now he's dead, and you're here sleeping peacefully!" Still groggy, I got up, listening as Nova ranted and raved, her insults flying at me and my whole family. Peeking out the window, I noticed she wasn't alone. She'd brought along a chubby boy who looked about ten years old. Judging by his size, he was around 4 feet 5 inches and close to 200 pounds. He looked like a walking barrel. In my rural hometown, we'd call him a "big ol' tub." I couldn't help but wonder. Was this Waylon and Gianna's illegitimate son? He was even older than Zoe! But looking at the kid's face, it wasn't that he didn't resemble Waylon. It was more like there was absolutely no resemblance whatsoever. Aside from being male, there was no way you could say he looked anything like Waylon. It was hard to say if he was even Waylon's kid. Nova's shouting had attracted a crowd of nosy neighbors, and even some folks from the upper floors were craning their necks to watch the scene. Seeing the attention she was getting, Nova plopped down in front of my door and started wailing. "Oh, how did my life get this miserable? I worked so hard raising my son, only for him to be cursed by this witch! Now he's lying in the hospital, and I don't know if he'll live or die." "This wretched woman won't even take care of her own husband, just lying in her bed like nothing happened!" "What a tragedy! If something happens to my boy, I'll hang myself right here!" Nova's cries were loud enough to shake the heavens and wake the dead, but her accusations were pure nonsense. She claimed I'd cheated on Waylon with another man and was now trying to steal Waylon's property. What a joke. She didn't even bother to make her lies sound convincing. I glanced down at the urn containing Waylon's ashes and gave it a little kick. "Why aren't you getting up to defend your mother?" I hadn't had a peaceful day since marrying Waylon. After Zoe was born, things only got worse. Waylon's verbal and physical abuse became a regular occurrence. Nova wasn't any better, always chiming in with, "The Jenkins family's had sons for three generations, and you're going to be the one to break that tradition?" She'd even pinch Zoe when I wasn't around, leaving bruises all over her delicate skin. One time, Zoe accidentally broke a bottle of Waylon's whiskey, and he slapped her so hard her face was swollen for three days. Nova, of course, stood by his side, egging him on, "That useless little brat's just like her worthless mother! You're right to hit her, son!" 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WE WANT YOU!! Mom & Pop Art Shop in Point Richmond is hosting TWO holiday markets this year outside the shop on the 2 busiest shopping days of the year! Cost is $50 per day and $85 if you sign up for both. DJ, Photo Booth, food and drinks will be served! Please send payment to Mom's Venmo @kelly-nicolaisen and write your name and dates you are paying for in the comments. We look forward to sharing the day with you and bringing in the holiday spirit! | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/mompopart | Mom & Pop Art Shop | https://www.facebook.com/mompopartshop/ | 848 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | IMAGE | http://instagram.com/mompopart | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465605410_1064728278294446_2340741610174074435_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=td3C5nhgVt0Q7kNvgFFnbqk&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Af0kewkCq0fPhk2LY0QVAVg&oh=00_AYDznflyc0TWbaHGdMHcsDfytuzydzVvi4Tgqeg41ZHW9g&oe=67309C26 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Mom & Pop Art Shop | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Tickets are going fast for the Kelly Twins Dueling Pianos this Saturday at Luigi's Warehouse! Don't be left out and secure your tickets now (no sales at the door). These guys will play all your favorites and you'll help benefit foster youth though Covenant Coffee's Hope in a Cup program! | MESSAGE_PAGE | Kelly Twins Dueling Pianos at Luigi's Warehouse | https://www.facebook.com/61567719702067/ | 16 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | IMAGE | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465760473_1669974676895757_2826252783005276417_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=i769PeQ3N7QQ7kNvgGxmbjY&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A_E13P4XmmDTF7wQCBXsdDe&oh=00_AYDzYJkXdZoQL8_gor7yKtHvdEVmHQ9P6l1bA4N3cexyGA&oe=6730805B | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Kelly Twins Dueling Pianos at Luigi's Warehouse | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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💖😍one click to continue FREE reading👉 | "Is this real? Alaia?" I saw the minister entering the meeting room. A deal with him guarantees our company will be recognized worldwide—something I have worked on for years. But next to him was… her, my ex-wife. I watched her walk in, dressed in a fitted black suit, with her hair perfectly styled, and wearing jewelry that could cost as much as one of my apartments. I walked towards the minister without taking my eyes off the woman beside him—who disturbed me as she showed no emotion upon seeing me. I tried to follow the conversation, but it was impossible. The only woman present has all my attention. The minister begins to introduce the people in the room, his companions until we reach her. "Garnett, this is Alaia Russell, the heiress of T-World, an important American telecommunications company headquartered in the UK.” Alaia. It was the same name but her surname was different. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr…” She calmly reached out her hand. "Garnett,” I clarified, taking her hand and looking into her eyes. Those eyes were and weren’t those of the poor girl that I once left behind for a woman of wealthy status. Alaia released her hand from my grip and walked to sit in one of the chairs at the table, next to a young man accompanying her, completely ignoring my presence. My eyes drifted toward her. She was far from the girl I once knew. She seemed like someone entirely different who had decided she didn’t want anything to do with me. --------- The Child is Your Mini-Copy Nick "Hey, Nick!" Will tapped my shoulder, grabbing my attention. He probably spotted another blonde with big breasts. I shook my head to release the tension in my neck, ignoring him, but he continued. "I just saw two kids who look exactly like you in one of the lounges," he said excitedly. I pretended not to hear him. There is a big possibility that someone resembles me, but then what's the big deal, right? "The girl looks like a princess, and the boy was quite the charmer. They're like miniature versions of you. There was something special about the girl; she reminded me of someone, though I can't quite place who at the moment," he said, shaking his head. "And the boy is like a mini version of you. He is always frowning like you!" I looked at him confusingly, slightly puzzled about what he was saying. "Yeah, just like that!" He pointed at my forehead, and I felt compelled to change my expression. "Where are they?" I asked, not exactly sure why I was asking. Before I realized it, the question was out. Will started walking towards one of the airport's waiting lounges, and it was as if my feet had their own choice because I followed him. "They were right there.” He pointed to a now-empty row of seats. The gate attendant was already closing the boarding door for one of the flights. “It seems they've already left.” He ran a hand through his hair. I glanced back at the empty lounge, feeling an inexplicable desire to see those kids. "Let’s go; we need to be in Los Angeles in half an hour,” I said, feeling a strange sensation. I turned to address our return flight issue. "I need the plane to take off in less than half an hour,” I ordered, checking the time on my wristwatch. The delay in my trip irritates me. "I apologize for the inconvenience, Mr. Garnett," the woman behind the counter said kindly, looking embarrassed. I waited for her to speak—anticipating bad news— and massaged my temple. "Your plane cannot take off; apparently, there has been a mechanical issue that needs to be inspected before the flight can be authorized. The inspection will take a few days. You can speak with your pilot; he's on his way.” I exhaled in frustration. A few minutes later, my pilot arrived and confirmed what the woman just told me. He also informed me that we'd been placed on a flight leaving for Los Angeles in half an hour—in first class, of course. After spending the next thirty minutes organizing some details for the proposal we'll present to our new and exclusive client, we were called to board the plane. We entered and had to walk through the economy class section. My ears were assaulted by the cries of a couple of children, and I grimaced, eager to get out of there as quickly as possible. "Adorable,” Will mocked. "You know perfectly well that I don't like kids,” I grumbled and continued to our seats in first class. "I know, I just feed off your reaction every time there's one nearby. But, you know, it was a bit odd how interested you were in seeing the kids I mentioned earlier,” he said with a grin. "I don't even know why I followed you; it's ridiculous.” I settled into the comfortable seat, exhaling and feeling relaxed as the silence enveloped me. An hour later, despite the setbacks, we landed in L.A. I just wanted to get home and take a relaxing bath before heading to the office. Tomorrow, we have an important meeting that will mark the before and after for the company. A deal with this client guarantees our company will be recognized worldwide—something my grandfather and I have worked on for years. I arrived home. Will has gone to his apartment before heading to the office. He's my cousin, almost like a brother. We grew up together, went to the same university, and his father—my uncle—is a partner in the company, but it's Will who represents him. "Good afternoon, Marshall,” I greeted the man in charge of our house. He's an older and trustworthy man who refuses to retire despite being old enough to do so. His wife also works for us; she's an excellent chef. "Good afternoon, Nick. Welcome.” He stepped aside to let me pass. Another worker took care of my luggage as I headed straight to my room. I took a bath and got ready to go to the office. I needed to meet with my grandfather; he insisted on a meeting, so today he'll have ten minutes of my time. Once I was ready, I left my room. I was planning to grab a quick lunch, but before I could go downstairs, I heard my dogs barking, which was unusual since they usually stayed at the country house. I went down to see them barking at Barbie, my wife. "Stop!" Barbie yelled, frozen in place while Marshall held the dogs back to prevent them from lunging at her. "Damn dogs!” she screamed furiously. “What are they doing in my house, Nick?” She placed her hands on her hips. "I don't know. Marshall?” I asked Marshall as my two Siberian Huskies—Beast and Cupcake—started wagging their tails, shifting their attention from Barbie to me. "The renovations at the country house have started, sir. The staff went on vacation because of that so they brought the dogs before leaving.” "And why wasn't I informed of this?” I spat angrily as they shouldn't leave without my permission. "I did inform you, sir. Unfortunately, the staff's vacation schedule isn't something you usually pay attention to.” I looked up to see Marshall, who gazed at me calmly. I'm sure he must have told me at some point, but I didn't give it any importance. "Fine, hire someone to take care of them while they're here and keep them away from Barbara, for obvious reasons,” I ordered as I approached the dogs and greeted them. "Are they staying here?” Barbie huffed. “You know perfectly well that those dogs hate me.” She pointed at them in annoyance. "You don't like them either," I pointed out, standing up. "Just keep those furballs away from me,” she snapped, walking towards the stairs, but before going up, she stopped halfway up the stairs. "I'm leaving for Europe tonight; I'll be back in a week.” Then she continued to go to our room. I left the house after and drove to my office. When I arrived, I listened to my assistant as she gave me a full report of what happened while I was away. "Thank you, you can go,” I said to Kathe as soon as she finished. She stood up and walked out of my office. "Nick." My grandfather entered. My relationship with him isn't what one would expect between a grandfather and grandson; we've never gotten along well. My mother and the company are what keep us in contact. "Grandfather." I straightened up in my seat and clasped my hands on my lap. "I just found out about the meeting with what could be the most important client in the history of Garnett Morgan & Co. I'm surprised it wasn't you who told me.” He seemed annoyed. "There's always someone to inform you of what's happening here; I don't need to lift a finger for you to find out." I looked at him with no emotion. "You're an insolent boy; you know I like that, a worthy representative of our family.” He maliciously smiled. “This weekend is your mother's birthday; make sure you're there. For some reason, she loves having her arrogant son at home; it'll make her... happy, he said the last word in disdain. I made an annoying gesture with my mouth. "You know perfectly well what would make my mother happy, but you decided to deny her that. Don't try to make me believe you care about her happiness,” I said acidly, hearing him laugh. "That ball is in your court now, son." I moved my neck to release the tension. “It's up to you to take care of that, but it's clear you haven't called your shots," he said, mocking me. “Make sure everything is ready for tomorrow's meeting. Get your cousin there on time; you know punctuality isn't his strong suit, especially when he's tangled up with some skirt—which isn't bad. But he needs to be on time. This is an important meeting.” Those were his last words before leaving me. THE NEXT DAY. I waited for Will at the entrance of the building where we'll have the meeting. I asked him to arrive 30 minutes early, but as usual, he was 10 minutes late. Fortunately, I made sure we had 20 minutes to get in, which was enough. I saw him adjusting his tie as he walked toward me. "Shall we?” he asked, looking relaxed, and entered the room before me. I swallowed my complaints and just followed him. After passing through three security checkpoints, we continued our way. We arrived at a large meeting room where we could already see several people, whom we greeted. We still have time before the meeting starts but then my phone rang. It was my mother. "Mother,” I greeted, looking out the window at the trees and some birds. "I imagine your grandfather has already told you that I'm having a celebration for my birthday next weekend. You don't need me to tell you that you can't miss it. I called Caitlyn and had her cancel her trip to the Middle East to be here," she seriously said. I could imagine my sister being very upset about having to cancel her trip. I exhaled, not looking forward to my mother's gatherings with her unbearable friends. "Fine, Mother, I'll be there, though Barbara won't. She's leaving for Europe tonight.” "Of course, she'll be there, dear. I've already spoken to her; your wife will be here for my birthday." Just then, I heard several people entering the meeting room. I turned and saw the minister. Next to him was… her. I let my hand drop, ignoring whatever my mother was saying on the other end of the line. I watched her walk in, dressed in a fitted black suit, with her hair perfectly styled, and wearing jewelry that could cost as much as one of my apartments. I closed my eyes and shook my head, thinking it was a figment of my imagination. I opened them again to find her smiling kindly at the minister's companions. "Is this real?" I wondered "That girl reminds me of... " Will stared at her intently. So, it was real; she was here. "Garnett.” The minister approached. I walked towards him without taking my eyes off the woman beside him—who disturbed me as she showed no emotion upon seeing me, making me think that she might be someone else and that I was mistaken. However, the resemblance was uncanny. The minister greeted me. I tried to follow the conversation, but it was impossible. The only woman present has all my attention. He begins to introduce the people in the room, his companions until we reach her. "Garnett, this is Alaia Russell, a representative of T-World, an important American telecommunications company headquartered in the UK. Alaia. It was the same name but her surname was different. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr…” "Garnett,” I clarified, taking her hand and looking into her eyes. Those eyes were and weren’t those of the girl that I once left behind. "We can start.” The minister asked us to sit. Alaia released her hand from my grip and walked to sit in one of the chairs at the table, next to a young man accompanying her, completely ignoring my presence. The minister began to speak. My eyes drifted toward her. Every gesture and gaze that she makes confirms my hunch. But then she was far from the girl I once knew, she seemed like someone entirely different who had decided to pretend she didn't know me. Your Love Was A Lie Alaia TWO YEARS AGO. I was waiting for Nick for us to have dinner together. We were about to celebrate our second wedding anniversary. Our relationship was perfect. We live in this apartment near the university we both attended. He was about to finish his engineering degree, while I still have four semesters to go. I met him at the faculty three years ago when he transferred from another university. He never wanted to tell me why he transferred. It was love at first sight, I must confess, although he completely ignored me at first. Over time, he became the popular guy, the quarterback of the university’s football team, and everyone was crazy about him, including me. He was a rebel, and I was just some little girl from afar. I was 17, and he was 20. I spent the following months watching him from a distance and dreaming about him, until one day… *** "Move!" Someone shouted. A huge, strong mass of flesh lunged at me, knocking me to the ground—to the wet grass of the football field, to be exact. I had just dressed up to go to a faculty party and was on my way to find my friend, Cedric. The big guy helped me to my feet, but I didn’t see him; my eyes were on my dress, smeared with mud and grass. "You shouldn’t have gotten in my way, little one," I heard the deep voice of the idiot who threw me to the ground. "Little one, yourself," I muttered angrily, shaking off the pretty dress that I had bought for that night. Suddenly, I heard a huge laugh. "You can check for yourself if you want," he replied, more brazenly than my previous statement. I looked up, and there he was, Nicholas Garnett, the gorgeous man I had been watching from afar for months. He was smiling sideways, looking more handsome than ever. "You can’t handle me," I said, raising my chin. I had no experience at all. I hadn’t even kissed anyone; I was very, very, very much a virgin, but I knew the hidden meaning of his remark so I had to carry on with it. Another laugh rumbled in his chest. "Are you sure?" He observed my face, and although he managed to intimidate me a bit, I didn’t show it. "Sure," I replied in a sing-song voice, which made him smile. "You owe me a dress. I’ll send you the bill; someone will tell me where to find you," I said, making him believe that I had no idea who he was before turning my back on him. "We can talk about it tonight at the faculty party. You can go with me," I heard him say, which made me stop in my tracks. I couldn’t help but smile to myself. It had finally happened; I had his attention. But I decided it wouldn’t be easy for him. I wasn’t like all the girls who were dying for him. I mean, I was dying for him, but I wasn’t going to show it and throw myself into his arms. "I have plans," I said and kept walking. I swear I felt his gaze on me as I walked all the way to my room. That night, he managed to find me at the party, and from then on, we were inseparable. Of course, he had to work hard to win me over. Months later, we got married in Las Vegas during a crazy weekend, just a month after I turned 18. Nick bought an apartment near the university to start our married life. *** Today, I finished my classes early and ordered dinner for both of us. I know there will be some changes soon. When he finishes his studies, Nick will have to take over his parents’ company. His family is a topic we don’t discuss. Only the two of us know about our marriage, too. We decided it would be better that way so we could live it peacefully, but that will change from now on. And that is something that makes me feel uneasy. I heard the door open. I ran towards it to throw myself into my husband’s arms. He caught me, and I brought my lips to him to kiss him, but I was taken aback when he didn’t kiss me the way he usually does. "What’s wrong?" I asked with a lump in my throat when my feet touched the floor. "We need to talk.” That sentence sent shivers down my spine. He walked to the living room, and I followed him, wanting to know what was happening. Nick sat on one of the couches while I remained standing. "I want a divorce," he said in a cold tone. Suddenly, I felt my world crumble, and a pain settled in my chest, making it hard to breathe. "Wha…what?" I barely managed to ask. I took a step back. "This, what we have, needs to end today," he stated without showing any hesitation. "I don’t understand," I shook my head slowly. "My life is going to change from now on, and there’s no room for you in it. Our relationship lasted as long as it needed to. Our worlds don’t belong together," I couldn't believe he was now talking about our class differences. He never cared that my family was middle class while he is rich as fuck. He stood up and approached me. He then handed me a document. "It was good, I won’t deny it. You’re… good.” He caressed my cheek and looked at me. I took another step back and slapped him. I don’t recognize this person standing in front of me. "Who are you?" I asked, choking back the urge to cry while he touched his reddened cheek. "I am what you see. It was interesting to win you over at first, and I won’t deny that I had a good time with you. I got used to you over these two years, but I’m bored now. We’re young; we have a lot to live and people to meet. Look at it this way, I’m… doing you a favor.” The coldness of his voice froze me to the bones. "Your love was a lie. Nothing was real." I looked into his eyes and refused to cry. "It wasn’t love, exactly.” He shrugged and picked up the divorce papers. Rage burned inside me. He lied to me! He deceived and fooled me all this time! I gave him my all, but it turned out that he was a total jerk! "This apartment will be in your name. You can do whatever you want with it. Keep it or sell it, whatever you think is best, I don’t care.” With my breath quickening, I searched for a pen in the bag that I carry to university. I snatched the divorce papers from his hands and placed them on the table. I saw that his signature was already on them. With pain, I signed each page of it. "I don’t want anything that comes from you,” I said as I passed by him and hit his chest with the papers. I entered the only room in the apartment, looking for my clothes and university stuff, the only things that belonged to me, and the small gift box I was saving to surprise him on our anniversary. I snorted, feeling the knot of emotions stuck in my throat. I carried it in my free hand as I dragged the suitcase to leave the apartment. I stopped when I saw him in the living room. I thought he left already. His eyes were fixed on the box with curiosity. I pressed it against my chest and left him without looking back. Your Wedding Alaia I drove my car as I felt my heart being torn into pieces. Now and then, I would glance at the box on the passenger seat. I arrived home and grabbed my things. As I opened the door, my mother emerged from the kitchen. "Ali, I thought you were coming this weekend." My mother approached to hug me and help with my things. "What's wrong?" she asked, scrutinizing my face with concern. "Nick and I are over, Mom." She thinks we were just dating, not married. She met him accidentally a year ago when she visited me at college. I had no choice but to introduce them. "Oh, honey, how? You two seemed so happy," she said, sitting down on one of the couches in our living room "Can we talk after this?" I asked, still standing and frozen. "Of course, my dear. I understand." She came over to help me carry my things. We went up to my room. I threw myself on the bed and then I heard my mother close the door as she quietly left my room. It was at that moment that the dam broke and tears immediately came rushing out of my eyes. I allowed myself to feel everything I'd been holding in my chest. *** It's been a week since the incident with Nick. I only had to go to the university to take one last exam and stayed only as long as necessary. The semester was almost over, and I was just waiting to receive my grades. I found myself in my room, staring at the ceiling. Memories tried to corner me, but I pushed them to the back of my mind. I had to. I grimaced as I felt a small pain in my lower abdomen. I opened my eyes, startled. Then remembered that I should have gone to the doctor a few days ago. I got up, looked for my purse, and went downstairs. My mother was not home. She has worked as an accountant at a company for as long as I can remember. Her bosses have always treated her very well. They appreciate her, and for that reason, they pay for my college tuition. I just have to get good grades, and thanks to my mother's work and my father's support, we live comfortably. They are not together and have never been a couple. I don't know the details of their relationship, but he has never neglected me. He's a good father, even though I only see him one weekend a month. He's always present for special occasions. He gave me a car when I turned sixteen and keeps track of my studies, making sure I have everything I need. I have good parents, which makes me feel guilty for hiding my marriage to Nick. But I guess that's not relevant anymore. I was not married to him anymore, although the reason I was going to see the doctor right now was important, and I didn’t know how I was going to talk to them about it. I was afraid that I would disappoint them. I inhaled and exhaled forcefully as I stopped the car in front of the hospital. I walked down the halls looking for Cedric, my friend, whom Nick hated. Their rivalry began in college. While Nick was Stanford's quarterback, Cedric was Berkeley's, so we couldn't see each other often. However, I didn't distance myself from Cedric. He has always been a good friend. I met him when I first started college. He was dating a girl I met in my first semester who was my friend until she had to move out of state. Their relationship ended, but Cedric and I remained friends. "Ali," Cedric pulled me out of my thoughts. "Hi," I say, kissing his cheek. He came to see me a week ago, and I told him what happened. His hatred for Nick only intensified, and as always, he offered his support when I told him about the positive pregnancy test. "Sorry, I'm late. The practice has been taking up all my time." I know he's been very busy the last few years. "It's okay, don't worry," I said, linking my arm with his. "I already talked to my dad. He's waiting for you in his office," he explained. I nodded, swallowing a lump in my throat. "Thank you," I said sincerely. "Go on in." He pointed to the door, so I went in. I greeted Mr. Van Holt, Cedric's father, who has known me for a long time. He asked me the usual questions, and I explained that I had taken a pregnancy test two weeks ago and that it came back positive. "Get on the table," he said. He began to examine me and proceeded to perform an ultrasound. "Indeed, Alaia, you are six weeks pregnant." We looked at the screen. My heart beat fast as I saw the small spot on the screen. An unexplainable feeling invaded my chest at the same time that I felt fear. "They are twins. Here we can see both fetuses." He pointed to them, and my mouth dropped open. I was speechless. "There are two?" I asked the moment I found my voice, still unable to believe what was happening. "That's right." He smiled. I could tell that he was happy to deliver the news. "Both of them are fine. I'll give you the details of what you need to do from now on and the medications you need to take." He got up and went to the chair behind his desk while I cleaned the gel off my stomach and adjusted my clothes. I was still in shock. This day was so different from a week ago. But no matter what, I have to be a mother and a father to my babies. I will do it for them. It's not their fault who their father is. I closed my eyes, remembering Nick and his words. He won't know. They're mine, only mine. I left the office with that in mind. I thanked him and said goodbye to Mr. Van Holt. He walked me out where Cedric was waiting for us. He immediately went up to us the moment he saw us. "Everything okay? Thanks, Dad. I'll see you at home." Cedric bid goodbye to his father and walked beside me as we left the hospital. "Yeah, I think so," I replied. I was holding the ultrasound next to the pregnancy test and the vitamin prescription. He waited in silence for me to continue. "It's twins," I told him. "Wow," he said, amused. I smiled. "I know." He looked at me as he crossed his arms. I noticed something in his face. Something that tells me that something was going on. "What's wrong?" I ask, puzzled. "I guess it's best if you see for yourself," he said, taking my hand and leading me with him. We got into my car, and he was the one who was driving. We drove in silence. I didn’t even recognize the streets where we were going anymore. All I knew was that the houses were getting bigger and more luxurious as we continued on our way. Suddenly, we stopped in front of a huge mansion. I assumed we were at the back door of the house because of the structure that I was seeing. There was some movement, people were coming and going with objects. They were waiters dressed elegantly. "Come on," he whispered and took some trays from the back of a catering van. He handed me one, and I followed him, still not understanding anything that was happening. We walked around the house until we reached a large garden, which had been prepared for a wedding. Cedric hid us to the side so we wouldn't be seen, but we could see everything that was going on from there. "What are we doing here?" I whispered and he pointed to the spot where the groom was waiting for the bride. My hands started to shake as I saw who was waiting in front of the altar Cedric grabbed the tray before it fell and we attracted someone's attention. The groom turned as the woman, clad in a beautiful wedding dress, walked towards him. She was wearing a veil, so I couldn't see who it was. I turned to look at Cedric. "It's Barbara—Barbie," he explained with a complicated gesture. The images of her—the head cheerleader of the university football team—and Nick being "friends" came back to mind. According to Nick, they had known each other since they were kids. I never liked her, and she never liked me. Nick smiled as he saw her while the remains of my broken heart broke into even smaller pieces, causing a sharp pain in my chest. The beaming groom welcomed her, and the ceremony began. Feeling like I've seen enough, I turned around and moved quickly to get out of that house as soon as possible. I got into my car, and Cedric got in when he managed to catch up with me. I didn't say anything. My mind just replayed the times they would run into each other at the university, where they would only greet each other politely and show anything more. They turned out to be excellent actors. My feelings were churning, making it impossible for me to know which one was stronger. Cedric stopped in front of my house. "Are you okay? I know it wasn't easy, but you needed to see it. Nick is trash, Ali." "I know. I'll be fine. Thank you," I said and kissed him on the cheek. "You can take the car and send it later. I won't need it." Cedric nodded. I left him and walked to the house. I went straight to my room the moment I got in. "Ali, honey," I heard my mother's voice but I was too weak and tired to even answer her so I just laid on my bed and closed my eyes. I didn't realize I had fallen asleep. But then I was woken up when I felt my mother shaking me up. I creased my forehead as I yawned and forced myself to open my eyes. "Yes, Mom?" I answered sleepily, looking at my phone. I was shocked to see that it was already past four in the afternoon. "Mr. Killian Garnett is downstairs waiting for you." I felt like my whole body had just woken up. I quickly sat up on the bed. 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No | 2024-11-05 18:30 | active | 1731 | 0 | Young Marshal’s Charming Wife | Modern-day superstar Kelly Morse finds herself reincarnated in the body of a wealthy merchant's daughter from a hundred years ago. Promised in childhood to a young marshal thanks to her grandfather's heroic deeds, Kelly must navigate her new life with cunning and bravery. Trapped in a web of deceit spun by her stepmother and sister, she employs her acting skills to outsmart her adversaries. Amidst this turmoil, she entangles with her fiancé, a marshal in disguise. Together, they face numerous trials and life-threatening challenges, ultimately finding happiness in each other's arms. | LEARN_MORE | https://fbpx.16447.com/share/middle/wej1nfaycmarln | Kalos TV Dubu No.1 | https://www.facebook.com/61558037799650/ | 11,063 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | fbpx.16447.com | VIDEO | https://fbpx.16447.com/share/middle/wej1nfaycmarlnog12w1upir?ad_id={{ad.id}}&sid=120213410608940708&campaign={{campaign.name}}&adgroup={{adset.name}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465787119_8591408344311089_4539624208313753923_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=sqbSeNDLIWUQ7kNvgEyngJ7&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A6yAsi0GhoFjlHdT55En34k&oh=00_AYCnarhysCPUBmXtv0Anz2kD3fjFWhIs5rTa8PJ-pu02CQ&oe=673076A7 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Kalos TV Dubu No.1 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Seeking Travel Companions to Create Memories! | MESSAGE_PAGE | Kelly Tate | https://www.facebook.com/61568149976054/ | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send Message | 0 | CAROUSEL | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465541365_1678230579414636_6247039260289820302_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Q7x4ds6QgC0Q7kNvgF9dyXs&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AYBnHlZdldzXa8nU3NKEgmb&oh=00_AYA2JKHNnkhcJ2tPcWS4JTztnBaZEUtqw12z0LgsXCL3QA&oe=67309C9D | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Kelly Tate | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/ottokellyphotography | Otto Kelly Photography | https://www.facebook.com/ottokellyphotography/ | 279 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram Profile | 0 | instagram.com | CAROUSEL | http://instagram.com/ottokellyphotography | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465695620_1065143388224242_6324522101392638826_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=zHeMEi4ceDkQ7kNvgGAOAfO&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A23gAQWDP3GK-FUo5pvNmrv&oh=00_AYDD2oZ_lrOcrdvO88HLO7P8M_p2RIR94RzmaiUSHG12Fw&oe=67307542 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Otto Kelly Photography | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Little Debbie Christmas Tree "Tis the Season" tee! BRAND NEW- Never worn! Unisex size Large! | Little Debbie Christmas Tree "Tis the Season" tee! BRAND NEW- Never worn! Unisex size Large! - $10.00 Never worn! Adorable tee featuring a delicious treat- if you know you know! Gray- unisex size Large Happy to combine items to save you money! Check out my other listings and message me to combine and save! Learn more about this listing on Facebook Marketplace: https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/1886090178549855/ | BUY_NOW | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/188609017854 | Kelly Serrianne | https://www.facebook.com/Kelly-Serrianne-605636206760475/ | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Buy now | 0 | IMAGE | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/1886090178549855/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | REGULAR_PAGE | 1 | 1 | 0 | Kelly Serrianne | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Family Tee | Family Tee - Special Gift for You And Your Family Perfect gift ❤ https://ecmtee.com/kelly-sdt1-362-01 Collection: https://ecmtee.com/collection/kelly | SHOP_NOW | https://ecmtee.com/kelly-sdt1-362-01 | My Tee Gift 55 | https://www.facebook.com/61557835486572/ | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop now | 0 | ecmtee.com | IMAGE | Limited Edition | https://ecmtee.com/kelly-sdt1-362-01 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465719343_932882002225722_4239870856624352538_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=cQzcJOJI9kQQ7kNvgFZquZz&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Ab-6X_iNqvia67iR47v6OzK&oh=00_AYDjX45vnGoDCyMW06AI9YtZFdeJauVTlmR06-mZ1oc5rQ&oe=6730827B | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | My Tee Gift 55 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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1 Year of Books for $25! | Bestsellers in LARGE PRINT! Subscribe to Reader's Digest Fiction Favorites Large Print for 1 year—5 volumes, 2 books each—of amazing reads! | SHOP_NOW | https://ssl.drgnetwork.com/flex/PFS/S4E25FB/?utm_s | Reader's Digest Partners for Sight Foundation | https://www.facebook.com/100088000245602/ | 93 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop Now | 0 | ssl.drgnetwork.com | DCO | https://ssl.drgnetwork.com/flex/PFS/S4E25FB/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=npssubs | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465658985_1098364181952605_6076282087340114537_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=UxqpOcE3FnMQ7kNvgEXkiCQ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AggI7VrPkuZoHZSxo9QLgcK&oh=00_AYCxmGPiLTEM9zeOKzjm939LrpyiJgeXpU2P9Ow7pAr9lQ&oe=673099CC | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Reader's Digest Partners for Sight Foundation | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Ok y'all...its the Happiest time of the year🎄Let me help you out! Need gifts for those teachers and bus drivers? I got you covered! 🛒 I will post pics of those in the comments🎄 Here are just a few of our Holiday warmers! SHOP MY Holiday Wax BASH!!! https://kdunn61.scentsy.us/party/18771580/holiday-wax-bash https://kdunn61.scentsy.us/party/18771580/holiday-wax-bash | NO_BUTTON | Kelly Dunn | https://www.facebook.com/kelly.dunn.16906715/ | 15 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | No button | 0 | MULTI_IMAGES | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465280236_2455586304634846_8156644826208763222_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=0wmpIyEESK0Q7kNvgFfIMXR&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AT0sXBcJ-oYG4ALTwRprH6o&oh=00_AYAgUqRHEuh5ETYJGaBUMrQtIUcqQOicpbdfCwbw1B690g&oe=6730A33A | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Kelly Dunn | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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24 CHAMPIONS SHIRT FOR FANS | 24 Champions Shirt! Get your here: https://bit.ly/dg-xccp . | SHOP_NOW | https://bit.ly/dg-xccp | Trending shop | https://www.facebook.com/61552500694115/ | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop now | 0 | vrlstyl.com | IMAGE | Not sold in stores. This Special Edition shirt will only be available until our campaign ends, So don't miss out and order now! Color Options Available Below. Designed & Printed in the USA 100% Safe and Secure checkout on all orders Trouble ordering? Contact Viralstyle Customer Support! +1 (888)... | https://bit.ly/dg-xccp | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465452385_3906196752945810_2018510705971079747_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=e5J590QtnJgQ7kNvgEoS7cb&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Ab-6X_iNqvia67iR47v6OzK&oh=00_AYDrP4EGDUPA5XEo03OAtfTMGxtI-OzsFnBJ23ayjDAR0w&oe=67309738 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Trending shop | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-11-05 18:30 | active | 1731 | 0 | Download Now👉👉👉 | The Vampire And His Blood Wife ONLY on Drama Time.🎬 Don't miss out! Watch the series you've been wanting to see. No regrets, just pure entertainment! #Must SeeTV #No Regrets #Watch Now | WATCH_MORE | https://fblp.drama-time.com/DT-yrccXV-0905-EN-2240 | Romantic Love | https://www.facebook.com/61557838064349/ | 343 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Watch More | 0 | fblp.drama-time.com | DCO | https://fblp.drama-time.com/DT-yrccXV-0905-EN-224087.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=1749262542004264962 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/459337110_1229099008283530_7805835300180501436_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=vnDmj7f_8DcQ7kNvgFkNu-a&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AC_VmC18aSIRKRhtREkHPdg&oh=00_AYBlkpRyM--1WB887MbB3itsAEmyohCETbh1rxA2Ie0JAg&oe=67308F64 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Romantic Love | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-11-05 18:30 | active | 1731 | 0 | Descargar ahora👉👉👉 | No hace falta que busques más. Esta es la serie que estabas deseando ver. ¡No te la pierdas o te arrepentirás! 😍 | WATCH_MORE | https://fblp.drama-time.com/DT-yrccXV-0914-ES-3833 | Miiowtv short000 | https://www.facebook.com/61557562951006/ | 204 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Watch More | 0 | fblp.drama-time.com | DCO | https://fblp.drama-time.com/DT-yrccXV-0914-ES-383389.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=1832980583803015170 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462133571_1260706201751848_2100004664063170507_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=q1Hrl9-Bi2cQ7kNvgGpHEJ0&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AC_VmC18aSIRKRhtREkHPdg&oh=00_AYASjmZU8DHfsBxw48ZRI7TosQPLmdhlzANQ7BHNhGdzFw&oe=67307CE4 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Miiowtv short000 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete |
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