Confucius Ads Library: Ads

Id	Vlad	Saved	Scrape Time	Status	Scrape Result	Title	Body	Cta Type	Link Url	Page Name	Page Profile Uri	Page Like Count	Enddate	Cta Text	Caption	Display Format	Link Description	Link Url	Creation Time	Page Profile Picture Url	Page Entity Type	Current Page Name	Startdate	Actions
2,758,150	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-03-03 12:57	active	2774	Find More Brand Deals!	Are you an Influencer or UGC Creator? Brands on Glewee are looking for YOU! 🎯 Access exclusive brand deals every day 💰 Join paid brand deal & UGC campaigns 📈 Grow your portfolio with top-tier partnerships. Sign up now and turn your social media pages into consistent income. It’s fast, free, and your next big deal is waiting.	INSTALL_MOBILE_APP	http://itunes.apple.com/app/id1576275189	Glewee	https://www.facebook.com/Glewee/	529	1969-12-31 18:00	Install now	itunes.apple.com	VIDEO		http://itunes.apple.com/app/id1576275189	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481155825_3918543228464944_1926152065704194508_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=G63-EfO-b2gQ7kNvgH8u15p&_nc_oc=AdhANXV4hATyFmuTk9Ti0h0rRxu47EZQOR4cnIgKaw-RfISAoZJC-y-touwUrbnK7WgEf6xegB4WANeOxQ9cTDe2&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A5Cg36nC2BCx4j641Xu2hx-&oh=00_AYCrv_8LewT531SLxtexFX-YI1147CKs3KfaVRsFDp_yLA&oe=67CBC1DD	PERSON_PROFILE	Glewee	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,757,848	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-03-03 12:57	active	2774	➡️Click the link to watch for free	The most free dramas on the market, free VIP, wonderful short dramas are all in Footage	DOWNLOAD	https://www.footage-viewmore.com/app/launch/launch	Footage2.0	https://www.facebook.com/61571161498849/	8	1969-12-31 18:00	Download	www.footage-viewmore.com	VIDEO		https://www.footage-viewmore.com/app/launch/launch.html?id=10&ad_group_name=好一个乖乖女-英语-混剪-250226-无-常佳玉-009-355s.mp4&ad_group_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name=好一个乖乖女-英语-混剪-250226-无-常佳玉-009-355s.mp4&m_campaign_name=Bluefocus-杨峥-footage-fb-149-好一个乖乖女-US-aeo-0228-D4D&m_campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&_btid=649521082187891&pid=2011691199338971&bacid=4B12AA6D8A93D18993CE472D5552C374969AF56934D8FB6DCF7856C6D4D8ACC9D20C3FE1956FB18ED148A7F263607C02484CD31D80D0DC17&badid={{ad.id}}&	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481268451_1270310894061079_8816320225746740164_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=BAFOuJG7IXQQ7kNvgHiH6uT&_nc_oc=AdhX3MaGHZE3URYKF6Z9e6mltC37yUZ-OIOtPRXy0t_cg2zVmHu3qx25tRM_xYMQ1G4bqDWLIDzzQ8oq4T00qTng&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AYeHkvfTX48No1Er4X3yJHI&oh=00_AYBXpms9bClQ4bxubSrhlckRBybASEJftws7KOVIDfpfRw&oe=67CBDED3	PERSON_PROFILE	Footage2.0	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,757,851	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-03-03 12:57	active	2774	😫MedSpa Owners: Tired of No Shows & Low Quality Leads?	🚨Attention MedSpa & Aesthetics Practice Owners! 🤔Do you need new premium leads for the following services? ✅Body Contouring (Emsculpt® NEO, CoolSculpting® Elite & More)! ✅Injectables (BOTOX® & Fillers)! ✅Skin Tightening & Resurfacing Lasers! ✅Laser Hair & Tattoo Removal! ✅Neuropathy Treatments! ✅IV Therapy! ✅...and Other Aesthetics & Wellness Treatments! 🤗Unlike most other “agencies” out there (let’s be honest…you know it’s really just a dude in his mom’s basement), we here at MedSpa Advertising have been in business OVER 7 YEARS and have a PROVEN TRACK RECORD, along with a REAL TEAM of EXPERTS who speak your language and specialize in getting you what you really care about…RESULTS! 🙌We can say this with confidence because we have already helped over 400 other medical aesthetics practice owners JUST LIKE YOU! 💪Bottom line: we’re not just some “marketing agency” that sends you leads, we are a real (successful I might add) business that become true long term marketing partners with our clients! 💯We want to build a long term relationship with you and your staff for many years to come! I know YOU know how hard it is to BUILD and SCALE a successful business, so don’t you want to PARTNER with someone who will be around crushing it with you 5+ years from now (or maybe you are cool jumping around working with dudes in their mom’s basements forever😂)? 👇👇👇INTERESTED TO SEE IF WE CAN HELP? Here’s What To Do Next👇👇👇 So if you want more info on how this all works… Click [LEARN MORE] and schedule a demo on the next page. 😉We’ll break everything down for you on the demo. We won’t pitch you, this is NOT a sales call, don't worry no high pressure tactics here. It’s either me or one of my personally trained team members. We literally turn down more people than we take because it’s very important that we take on the right clients! 🙏Sound good? 🚀Then click [LEARN MORE] right now, go to the next page, and schedule a demo! -Evan (The Agency Owner That Actually Cares About His Clients) Shapiro	LEARN_MORE	https://www.medspaadvertising.com/book-a-call	MedSpa Advertising	https://www.facebook.com/MedSpaAdvertising/	546	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	www.medspaadvertising.com	VIDEO		https://www.medspaadvertising.com/book-a-call	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481215765_551699073871222_339948551119865700_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=SEc9PEGb7xQQ7kNvgFnnVrO&_nc_oc=AdgEZ-Jhkp_t1T81xAig-sYdNPtGWRLMQa5o_o5o2ipQXlie84baTdkNlNiAMIwU-lTFy55r4JWlvj7Wcs55_49q&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A-GqfIOx_MnKQ9EGKSVLXar&oh=00_AYDwlTTth0dZbxI7OdcnInaM0xFwIrmeha4BX0QGzBPhdg&oe=67CBD9E4	PERSON_PROFILE	MedSpa Advertising	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,758,517	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-03-03 12:57	active	2774	𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚒𝚙𝚜	98% OF DIABETICS COULD BE CURED IN 24 HOURS, BUT GREEDY BIG PHARMA TRAPS MILLIONS IN A LIFELONG CYCLE OF METFORMIN AND INSULIN TO PROTECT THEIR BILLION-DOLLAR PROFITS!🩸🩸	LEARN_MORE	https://plumeir.top/xwox2ZZ1	Andrew Scarlett	https://www.facebook.com/100085882963170/	56	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	plumeir.top	VIDEO		https://plumeir.top/xwox2ZZ1	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481455434_1152793416345258_5663694002284624168_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=s95GfuokYTwQ7kNvgEP2M2O&_nc_oc=Adj2PG2vYMPjdXbWl97CWDWRk9mKv-e6A2uR3Dy07WQ64fhkaCHHLuUZb2yT8CzVURFfElcS-T9HB-PiEs4pwtLR&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AjdgRfd5E79jAfSNAjTNZ-T&oh=00_AYDSH0k3_RUkToZPQVIAmVxn2k5lnKEmQ5itwh68yIWlKA&oe=67CBE40E	PERSON_PROFILE	Andrew Scarlett	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,757,717	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2757707}'	Yes	2025-03-03 12:57	active	2774	4 interest-free payments	Take your gifts to the next level 🎁💘 ✅Any order 10%off & more promotions enjoy now Shop Now👉:http://italojewelry.io/Cwo 💎Free shipping & After Pay💎	SHOP_NOW	https://www.italojewelry.com/italo-eternity-create	Italo Jewelry	https://www.facebook.com/italojewelry/	69,714	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	italojewelry.com	DPA	✅One Year Warranty & 60-day Return	https://www.italojewelry.com/italo-eternity-created-white-sapphire-wedding-band-2-20-ct-tw-241063.html	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/476293895_643338091552353_7091914658600979892_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=XwJSt1SWl0AQ7kNvgF5jvH8&_nc_oc=AdhL4IU5aRclXNR6QAcrDO1oKPSzacI_1o0IYbfkPY6MfTT8__QDOvJVmXtgvP1k8SsVmNhPByRjBTFY3Ytl2kEu&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A27c9AkSksRozXU-yiRHVxG&oh=00_AYCuk4jUCJxmgEtM2mNs3ADNPXwk8VdWPi3u6S6vvvD_ig&oe=67CBAE06	PERSON_PROFILE	Italo Jewelry	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,758,002	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2757782}'	No	2025-03-03 12:57	active	2774	Paint Transformations starting at $249	👋 Hi, I'm Alex, founder of locally owned, Red Hat Residential Painting. ❓ Everyone always asks me, "How much would it cost to paint my home?" Well…Each project is unique! 🏠 After you answer a few simple questions about your property, we'll provide a FREE, INSTANT quote. 👆 Click 'GET QUOTE' below! 🌎 We're locally owned & dedicated to our community, which is why we're offering paint transformations starting at $249! Proudly serving Atlanta, Sandy Springs, Roswell, Johns Creek, Alpharetta & Surrounding Areas!	GET_QUOTE	http://fb.me/	Voolt Certified Service Provider	https://www.facebook.com/61571038885556/	101	1969-12-31 18:00	Get quote	fb.me	IMAGE		http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/475835275_605061145470139_6545621798519523247_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=CS_qXKVYu-cQ7kNvgFW-3a3&_nc_oc=Adi5lJBoy1xBBxT68rLfoVSlMmb6Hnj9P_MEis9iZYvw1pRxJDKsGa8RXicpYu4NCJR7C6aN9fLzyNEE5DsMLD2W&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A4Pt9mkOFs41P8gfkdfOr4t&oh=00_AYCuuH0rN3NS2JljpMspnGXpoMjDuiin-u_rBnEWrmYgrg&oe=67CBAE26	PERSON_PROFILE	Voolt Certified Service Provider	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,758,297	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2758288}'	Yes	2025-03-03 12:57	active	2774	Affordable Janitorial Services & Floor Cleaning	Top-rated, cost effective cleaning services, such as janitorial services and floor care.	GET_QUOTE	https://officecareinc.com/	Office Care, Inc.	https://www.facebook.com/officecaremd/	133	1969-12-31 18:00	Get Quote	https://officecareinc.com/	DCO	Top-rated, cost effective cleaning services, such as janitorial services and floor care.	https://officecareinc.com/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481127812_1413527916688636_5531748336534678226_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=vmuo38n_ZFsQ7kNvgFWEC7m&_nc_oc=Adj0c6ybUWU34eyNf6FjKsuxAPxUD0_vusnTOiSpzX8Ft_aXW1MlUrBbMWAUCsnjIqa6E2-3beh-rbZmvCkOA7v6&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A6q5sAsRWGcP2-elcnnneQK&oh=00_AYAaii4cFMQDj25To7ZvQwKHN5eY5GlTt8vt7_dV6i3FuQ&oe=67CBCD8C	PERSON_PROFILE	Office Care, Inc.	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,758,160	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2758328}'	No	2025-03-03 12:57	active	2774		🧐𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱? ⌚️𝗖𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘂𝘀,𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀. 💯𝗕𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻,𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁,𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗱,𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝟬 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸. 💯𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲-𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘆,𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗱,𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀,𝗰𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝟮𝟰/𝟳 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗤&𝗔. 💯𝗦𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗣𝗮𝘆𝗣𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘆𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁,𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆-𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴,𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱𝘄𝗶𝗱𝗲.	MESSAGE_PAGE		Centro Comercial Martina Watch	https://www.facebook.com/61573587216939/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		MULTI_IMAGES			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481284149_977908973917729_703500295803012093_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=i8zusj4PmkcQ7kNvgH0J99Q&_nc_oc=AdiPwa5q59LMZa-HTl6EJOkbVXijiBPNW5SkQacCZbiyR77SyoSPzNdiMbf3jpW4wEpXXPHKJZb9FHQjJ6yB6KtH&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AO708L_Nm2oEdbbWYgkTq_o&oh=00_AYDkMtkFcq1HvdfPxYVyl8TGcLRuL8dxSj80UqvHA1WqJg&oe=67CBAE6A	PERSON_PROFILE	Centro Comercial Martina Watch	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,757,654	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-03-03 12:57	active	2774	4 interest-free payments	✨ Preserve your romantic story 🌹 with jewelry 💞 ✅Any order 10%off & more promotions enjoy now Shop Now👉:http://italojewelry.io/Cwo Free shipping & After Pay	SHOP_NOW	https://www.italojewelry.com/italo-simple-classic-	Italo Jewelry	https://www.facebook.com/italojewelry/	69,714	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	italojewelry.com	DPA	✅ONE-YEAR Warranty & 60-DAY RETURN	https://www.italojewelry.com/italo-simple-classic-titanium-steel-men-s-wedding-band-241003.html	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/471703952_1709815766531267_8801126304654455486_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=BGofz25RXj8Q7kNvgGYnLtL&_nc_oc=Adg9BKlDrC9_RGTrSsuZ5AxWOuQXDYx0Qy5dAJs0xkvZ90sVYmX3pdK5DPmMMGsTz0APaflGXfFtE_eJ1RIwxvDo&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A27c9AkSksRozXU-yiRHVxG&oh=00_AYAf4CRG4U65rYifjZTcxRIRQ8s-WYbkonwzW5CF4E66Vg&oe=67CBBC7A	PERSON_PROFILE	Italo Jewelry	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,757,824	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-03-03 12:57	active	2774		Emerging from the confines of marriage, she blossomed from a mundane housewife to a renowned painter with a legion of admirers. When her ex-husband sought reconciliation at her doorstep, he witnessed her in the arms of a prominent man. "Meet your new sister-in-law!" ===== In the dimly lit, opulent private cinema, the most exclusive jewelry auction was being broadcast live. "One million, going once, going twice--" The rich cadence of the auctioneer's voice echoed through the room, the man tightened his grip around Alicia Bennett's waist... With the intensity between them only grew fiercer as time passed... The auctioneer's gavel fell. "Sold for ten million! Let's give a round of applause to Mr. Joshua Yates!" The name struck Alicia like a lightning bolt. Her body instantly went rigid, something that the man couldn't help but notice, flicked lazily toward the screen. The camera zoomed in on Joshua Yates's face, every detail of his familiar features displayed in perfect clarity. "Joshua Yates, the second son of the Yates family... an acquaintance perhaps?" he drawled, the corners of his mouth tugging into a sly smile. Alicia's frown deepened. The last thing she wanted was to discuss it, she didn't respond. The man, upon seeing the situation, chuckled lightly before his movements grew even more relentless... ...... When it was over, Alicia took advantage of the man's time in the shower and quietly made her escape. When Caden Ward finally emerged from the bathroom, not catching sight of the woman's figure, he curled his lips slightly. Moments later, his assistant, Hank Ford, burst into the room, clearly on edge, "Er, apologies, Mr. Ward. I let my guard down. Give me a moment, and I'll have her brought back immediately." They had just returned to the country, taking every precaution. And yet, a woman had managed to slip through the cracks of their security. Caden's features calm, almost indifferent. "No need. I was... a willing participant." Hank's eyes widened in shock. In all the time he'd known Caden, the man had never slept with a woman,even physical contact. There were even rumors that Caden might suffer from some secret ailment. Yet now, those whispers seemed to evaporate in the face of this unexpected turn of events. Before Hank could make sense of it, Caden's deep voice pulled him back to reality. "I want you to look into Joshua's personal life. Have the report on my desk in half an hour." Tonight, Alicia had stumbled into his room, feverish and desperate. It was obvious she'd been framed. And then came the revelation--Alicia was still a pureness. Two years of marriage to Joshua... Yet she was still untouched? Caden's lips curled into a satisfied smile. But as he reflected, one thing became abundantly clear--Alicia had no idea who she'd been with due to the dug's effects. ... By the time Alicia returned home, the first light of dawn filtered through the windows. Only then did she realize how long she had been out. But before she could dwell any further, her phone rang. It was her bestie, Monica Flynn, calling. "Alicia!" Monica practically screeched from the other end of the line, her voice high-pitched with worry. "How are you now?" Alicia exhaled deeply, kicking off her shoes carelessly. "I've been better," she murmured. Monica's anger bubbled over, her words sharp and unrelenting. "Joshua's beyond disgusting! If he doesn't want to stay married, he should just grow a spine and divorce you already! What kind of sick man would scheme against his own wife?" The sharp pain of betrayal shot through Alicia's chest. Yesterday was their second anniversary. Joshua had texted her, suggesting they celebrate. Daring to hope he had changed, she had dressed up to the nine's, only to be met with disappointment and a dug-laced drink that sent her spiraling into a night of confusion and chaos. Was Joshua really the mastermind behind this? Swallowing the bitterness that tried clawing its way to the surface, Alicia forced herself to climb the stairs, her movements slow and weary. "It's fine, Monica. I'll handle it." Monica, ever protective, wasn't convinced. "'Handle it'? What do you mean you'll handle it? Just say the word, and I'll be over in a heartbeat." Alicia couldn't help the small, tired smile that tugged at her lips, hanging up the phone. But her heart still felt heavy, just as she lost focus, the door to her bedroom creaked open. She lifted her gaze, and almost instantly, her stomach dropped. There, fresh from a shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, stood Joshua. He stared down at her. Chapter 2 Divorce Alicia snapped out of her daze as soon as she met the icy gaze of Joshua, her so-called husband. His expression remained unchanged, cold and indifferent as ever, as though he was looking at a stranger. The only thing out of place was the scars on his lips. A wave of disgust washed over her, she pushed him away and was about to enter. Joshua frowned, his hand shooting out to grab her wrist. "Alicia, what's with the attitude?" He seemed quite unhappy with her this time, which was a rare thing, considering how little he bothered to come home. Normally, Alicia would have welcomed him back with open arms, a flicker of joy lighting up her tired features, but today she looked drained, almost hollow. She didn't resist his grip, meeting his gaze with a calmness that unnerved him. "Haven't I always been like this? Obedient, sensible, making sure the house is in order, ensuring you're comfortable, ready to give your best at work." A small, bitter smile tugged at her lips. "Isn't that what you like most about me? It makes things easier for you, doesn't it? Frees up time for your other... 'special someone'." Joshua's eyes darkened at the veiled accusation. Denial hovered on his lips, but he didn't bother. Why should he? He dropped her hand and said gruffly, "Actually, that's why I'm here. We need to talk." Alicia vigorously rubbed her wrist, as though she was trying to erase his touch. "So, are you planning to finally go public with her?" Joshua's expression twisted instantly, his calm facade cracking. "What do you know? Did you have me stalked by a private investigator or something?" Alicia let out a soft, humorless laugh. "Is that necessary? Last night, you spared no expense to make her happy. Even a blind person could tell you're mad about her." He stared at her, unsettled by her icy tone. It was still her voice, still Alicia, but there was something different about her... For some reason, he felt inexplicably hurt, like a thorn pricking his heart. Perhaps it was the way she looked at him now--her eyes, once warm and filled with love for him, were now completely empty. There was no anger, no pain, just... nothing. It was a stark contrast to the woman who used to look at him as if he were her entire world. For reasons he couldn't explain, the sight of her like this stirred something in him, an unfamiliar dissatisfaction. Annoyed by his own reaction, Joshua decided to hit back, his voice harder now. "She's pregnant. It's a delicate pregnancy, so I bought her a little something to lift her spirits." Alicia's fists clenched before she could stop them. Pgnant? So, the nights she had stayed up waiting for him to come home, he'd been with another woman, working diligently to start a new family? Seeing Alicia wince a little, Joshua felt a flicker of satisfaction. "It's not that I don't want to touch you," he said, voice dripping with condescension. "You're just about as thrilling as watching paint dry. No man would want that." His cruel words pierced through Alicia, yet she managed to remain composed on the surface. It wasn't that she avoided intimacy; she just wasn't the one to initiate it. Did that make her so undesirable? Was it a sin? Taking a slow, steady breath, Alicia willed herself to stay calm. "Fine," she replied quietly. "Let's get a divorce then. You can give her the title she wants." The word "divorce" made Joshua's eyelid twitch involuntarily. He scoffed, eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Is this another one of your games?" Convinced he was right, his voice grew colder, more biting. "Alicia, for two years, you've pulled every childish stunt, begging for my attention. Aren't you tired yet? Because I sure as hell am." He paused, letting his disdain sink in. "You claim to love me so much. Could you really walk away from me?" Alicia couldn't help the bitter laugh that escaped her. Love him? Did he even understand what that meant? When Joshua's business had crumbled, leaving him with nothing but debt and shattered dreams, it had been Alicia who emptied her savings to pull him from the wreckage. Out of gratitude--or maybe obligation--he had married her. For two long years, she had been the dutiful wife, supporting him as he clawed his way to success. And what had Alicia gotten in return? She had been cast aside like a useless relic, while another woman carried his child. Her love, her loyalty, had been ground into the dirt beneath his feet. To care for this man any longer would be masochism. Her voice steady, Alicia said, "Draft the divorce agreement. I'll agree to whatever terms you want." And with that, she turned and disappeared through the door, leaving Joshua standing alone in the hallway. For a moment, he stared after her angrily, but then a cold, mocking smile tugged at his lips. Fine, she can play the martyr. He doubted she could keep it up for long. Storming out of the house, Joshua headed straight to the apartment where his lover, Lilliana Green, awaited him. "Well, that was fast," she teased upon hearing Joshua was getting a divorce, raising a brow. "Seems she wasn't as tough to deal with as you claimed." "She's cunning," Joshua muttered, the edge of suspicion creeping into his voice. "I don't know if she's actually agreeing to the divorce or just playing me." Lilliana's arms draping lazily around his neck, "Relax, Joshua, even if she changes her mind, it's too late." Joshua's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" Chapter 3 Letting Go Lilliana's eyes flickered with shadowy intent. She wasn't foolish enough to show her cards now, so she waved it off with an effortless excuse. "During your two-year marriage, she has lived quietly in the shadows as a mere housewife, disconnected from your world. When you're assertive, would she dare to say a word?" Joshua pursed his lips into a hard line. During the past two years, Alicia had indeed done everything for him--given him support and solace. She had loved him fiercely, but at the end of it all, what value did love truly hold? Against all odds, he had clawed his way to the top, and he'd finally grasped the power he craved. That success, however, hadn't come easy, and it wasn't love that secured his position--it was alliances with the powerful. The prestige of the Green family daughter, that title alone, was worth far more than Alicia's devoted love. As these thoughts plagued his mind, Lilliana said happily, "Joshua, congratulations on escaping the grind. Shall we celebrate?" For a moment, Joshua's gaze flickered down to her, but Alicia's indifferent face suddenly flashed before his eyes. Since leaving the house earlier, Alicia hadn't once called him to ask for his whereabouts. Before, if he had been upset with her, she would've called him in a panic. A sharp, inexplicable irritation surged within him. Without thinking, he pushed Lilliana back, "You're only a few weeks' pregnant. Be careful." Lilliana, sharp as ever, sensed he was distracted. "Joshua, what's wrong?" she asked gently. "Don't you want to get divorced?" Joshua's response was instant. "Of course I want to divorce her." Her eyes narrowed as she studied him. "Then why don't you seem very happy?" Joshua offered a quick excuse, his voice steady but distant. "My father's condition has worsened. He doesn't have much time left, and Caden returned last night. He's likely here to claim his inheritance. I need to figure out how to handle him." Lilliana blinked, momentarily thrown. "Caden? Your brother from your father's first marriage? He doesn't even carry the Yates name anymore. What right does he have to fight you for the inheritance?" Joshua's expression darkened. It was true--but at the end of the day, he was still the son of a home-wrecker. All these years of relentless effort had not only been to carve out a name for himself in the Yates family, but to push Caden into the shadows where he belonged. One way or another, Joshua was hell-bent on winning. Meanwhile, Alicia stirred from her sleep. Darkness had already fallen, yet she felt even more drained than before. It was because her dreams revolved around that stranger. when her phone buzzed with a call from Monica did she snap out of her daze. "Alicia, I got your bld test results. I passed them to a friend of mine with some serious connections. He's digging around to see who bought the stuff." Alicia sat up a little straighter, her mind sharpening. "Thanks, Monica. Appreciate it." "If you really want to thank me, do me a favor: stop obsessing over that j*k. And after the divorce, focus on your career. You owe me that much." Alicia's chest warmed, her head lowering in quiet gratitude. "I know, I know." Now that she thought about it, she had come to the realization that her feelings for Joshua had never been pure love--they were born out of a debt, a sense of obligation. Her family's expectations had always weighed heavily on her, and in that lonely, stifled childhood, it was Joshua who had been there. His companionship had nurtured a vague affection she'd confused for love. "Lucky for me, love's never been something I've held onto tightly," Alicia murmured. "These last two years... I'll just see it as repaying his kindness." Monica paused, her usual boldness tempered with thoughtfulness. She knew better than anyone how, once upon a time, Joshua had indeed loved Alicia. But, it turned out love could be a fleeting thing. "Alicia, I really hope you've let go for good," Monica said with a convicted sigh. A sharp pang hit Alicia's chest, her eyes stinging as she fought back the urge to cry. Quickly, she pressed her hand to her eyelids, refusing to let the tears fall. It was only then she noticed something startling. Stunned, she stared at her hand. The wedding ring--something she had once held onto so tightly--was gone. Gone for a whole day and night, and she hadn't even noticed. Suddenly, her heart felt lighter, the weight of everything she'd been carrying beginning to lift. She whispered, more to herself than anyone, "Yes, I've truly let go." ... It didn't take long for Joshua to notice. He had returned to grab something quickly when his eyes fell on her hand. His brow furrowed as he asked, without thinking, "Where's your wedding ring?" Chapter 4 Her Nemesis Alicia's only concern now was leaving Joshua, so she ignored his question and asked flatly, "Are the divorce papers ready yet?" That word again--"divorce". Irritation flickered across Joshua's eyes. "What's the rush?" he snapped, his voice cold and sharp. "My father's finalizing his will, and if word gets out about my divorce, it'll ruin my standing. Now, pack your things--we're having dinner at the Yates Mansion this afternoon." With Caden's return, the family was throwing a welcome-home dinner for him. They also hoped that by doing so, it'd lift the spirits of Jerald Yates, Joshua's father. However, maintaining the charade of a happy marriage was the last thing on Alicia's mind. "I'm not going," she announced curtly. "Just get the divorce finalized and stop wasting my time." Joshua laughed, a sound that held no warmth. "Oh, come on, Alicia. Stop pretending. You hid the ring because you don't actually want to leave me, right? You can't stand the thought of being without me." He leaned in, smirking, and added, "You've worked hard these past two years. Even if we divorce, I'll still take care of you--as long as you keep me happy." Alicia's eyes widened, disbelief turning into anger. Hid the ring? Couldn't bear to be without him? His arrogant words sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Alicia's ears. With a sharp sneer, she shot back, "Oh, Mr. Yates, how could I possibly make you happy? Don't worry, I'll return the ring--wouldn't want this plain Jane to irk you, right? Once you have it, we're finalizing the divorce immediately." But Joshua wasn't fazed by her venom. He thought he knew her too well, convinced this was just another ploy to get his attention. Without thinking too much, he tossed a bag at her. "We've got guests today. Dress appropriately, and don't make me look bad." Alicia looked down at the bag, her mind flashing back to the countless times she had visited the mansion dressed in modest, unassuming clothes-- doing everything to blend in, to please him and his family. But now, with their divorce looming on the horizon, Alicia no longer cared to play the part of a dutiful wife. After slipping into the outfit, she carefully applied a touch of makeup, just enough to bring out the vibrance in her already flawless complexion. The subtle enhancements accentuated her smooth skin and delicate features, lending her a certain glow. When Joshua saw her descending the staircase, he froze for a brief moment, eyes lingering. Perhaps it was the way the dress hugged Alicia's graceful curves, making her seem more alluring than usual. At the entrance of the Yates Mansion, they both slipped into their familiar roles, masking the tension between them with practiced ease. Alicia casually looped her arm through Joshua's, their movements synchronized as they walked into the courtyard. Though Jerald was too ill to receive anyone, the grand hall bustled with life, relatives filling the space with chatter. The noise hummed around her, but for some reason, as soon as Alicia crossed the threshold, a sharp chill pricked at her skin. She instinctively looked up, her gaze immediately drawn to the figure lounging casually at the far end of the room. Legs crossed, dark shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a sliver of his collarbone, the man oozed arrogance, his presence commanding. When Alicia's eyes finally met his-- a familiar, authoritative stare that pinned her in place-- her mind raced as emotions began to surge uncontrollably. Joshua noticed the shift in her demeanor, his brows furrowing as he asked, "What's going on with you?" Alicia's breath caught in her throat. One word escaped her lips, barely audible. "Caden?" Just the mention of his name sent a chill down her spine. To her, Caden was the embodiment of her nightmares. Due to their families' friendship, their paths first crossed at the tender age of ten. Caden, having taken a year off, transferred to her school, and from that moment, Alicia's perfect world began to unravel. She could no longer claim the top spot. No matter how relentless her efforts, no matter how late she stayed up studying, Caden was always a step ahead. He would outscore her by the smallest of margins--a point, maybe two--leaving her perpetually stranded in second place. Anyone else might have accepted defeat, settled into the role of runner-up. But not Alicia. Born into the once prestigious Bennett family, she was raised under the suffocating weight of living up to her family name. Excellence wasn't just a goal--it was the currency by which she could earn her parents' affection. Failure was not an option, yet Caden had the audacity to snatch away everything she'd worked for with what seemed like effortless ease. It was as if he'd set his sights on her from the very beginning, and Alicia, stubborn to a fault, refused to back down. Their rivalry spanned over a decade, a relentless battle fought both openly and in the shadows, and their final showdown took place in college, just before their graduation, at the national competition. Alicia poured her heart and soul into that moment, her focus razor-sharp as she aimed for nothing less than perfection. And she achieved it, having garnered a perfect score. But Caden, ever the serpent, had bribed the judges, twisting the results in his favor. Alicia was forced, once again, into second place. The sting of injustice was deep, but the harshest blow came from her father, Phil Bennett. Over the phone, his voice dripped with disappointment in her ranking. Alicia, having grown accustomed to his tirades, said nothing. She waited for his anger to ebb, then asked quietly, "I'm graduating soon. Will you come back?" Her mother, Donna, had always been her softer solace. She comforted Alicia that day, promising they'd be there for her graduation. But life had other plans. Phil and Donna, rushing back from Itrubisite to attend the graduation, perished in a tragic plane crash. Overnight, Alicia's world crumbled, left an orphan in this cruel world. Since that day, she had never challenged Caden again. Afterward, Caden left Warrington to build his career overseas. ... "He's back for the inheritance," Joshua muttered, his voice barely audible. Alicia cast him a sidelong glance as he continued, "With a family empire as big as ours, an eldest son like him wouldn't give up so easily." Her brow furrowed slightly. It was true--the Yates empire was massive, a legacy most would kill for. But Caden had accumulated his own fortune, surpassing even the family's vast wealth. Did he really care about the inheritance? Then again, this was Caden. Competing was in his blood. Even if he didn't care about the fortune itself, he'd fight tooth and nail just to win, to toy with everyone else. The man had a knack for stirring chaos purely for his own amusement. Alicia had been his rival for as long as she could remember, and even now, the thought of giving him so much as a glance felt like a waste of energy. She turned to walk away. But Joshua caught her wrist, his grip firm yet tense. "I know you two don't get along," he said. "But he's still my elder brother. We need to maintain appearances." Her body stiffened at the touch, and she immediately tried to pull her hand free. Joshua's frown deepened. "Alicia, behave," he hissed. Irritation flared in her chest. "I'm not refusing to go in. Just let go of me first. I don't want your filthy hands touching me." A flicker of something dark passed over Joshua's face, and instead of releasing her, he intertwined their fingers, squeezing them tight. Alicia bit her tongue, silently fuming. As they neared, Caden's gaze slowly lifted, his eyes narrowing in a lazy, almost bored assessment of them. "Caden," Joshua greeted, his tone strained, meeting his brother's gaze with forced cordiality. Caden's eyes flicked to their entwined hands, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Your girlfriend?" he asked indifferently, as though he didn't recognize Alicia. Chapter 5 We Meet Again So Soon Alicia's nerves coiled tight like a spring. That voice... Her messy thoughts blurred into chaos, but one thing broke through the haze--Joshua's calm declaration. "Alicia and I have been married for two years now. She cares about me, so we kept it low-key. Just went straight for the registration; no ceremony. You were busy abroad at the time, so we didn't bother you." Caden arched a brow, his voice laced with venomous mockery. "Oh, so she's my sister-in-law." The way he spat the words "sister-in-law" felt more like a sap than a title, leaving no doubt about his contempt for her. Alicia could feel the man's sneer underneath every syllable. And all this was thanks to her so-called husband, Joshua. Her hand trembled as she snatched a tissue, vigorously wiping her hand. "Looks like Alicia's a bit of a germophobe," Caden observed, his tone a casual jab at her disgust. Joshua's expression darkened, the tension between them thickening. He hadn't expected her to humiliate him like this. "It seems I've spoiled her too much," he muttered, his voice low and tight with irritation. Caden's eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint. "If it's a serious condition, she should get treated. It could impact her role as a mother. You know how badly our father has wanted a grandchild." At this, something flickered across Joshua's eyes. Even though Alicia, his wife, was right beside him, he went ahead and lied through his teeth. "Thanks for the concern, Caden, but I already have good news for Dad. I just haven't gotten around to telling him yet." Caden's smirk deepened, his gaze flicking toward Alicia, who was about done with the bullshit of a charade. She quietly excused herself and strode off. "How far along is she?" he asked meaningfully. "Doesn't seem like she's pregnant." Joshua didn't miss a beat. "Just a month." The answer was as much a threat as it was an announcement. Now, the inheritance stakes had just been raised, and Jerald, ever focused on continuing the family line, would certainly take his unborn grandchild into consideration. Caden's smile hardened, and Joshua delivered the final blow with a smug undertone. "You'd better catch up, Caden. I can't always be one step ahead." Caden, unfazed, waved his hand lazily. "No rush." ... Alicia stepped onto the terrace, the cool night breeze washing over her skin. She drank in the fresh air hungrily to steady her nerves. Pulling out her phone, she quickly dialed the manager of the private cinema again. "Have you found the ring?" she asked anxiously. The manager hesitated, sounding troubled. "Ms. Bennett, we've searched thoroughly and questioned all the staff, but... we really couldn't find any ring." "Then..." Alicia clenched her fist, her mind racing. "Do you have the contact details of the guest who booked the room that day?" "I'm sorry, but due to our privacy policy, we can't disclose any information on our clients." Her heart sank. "I see," she sighed with resignation. "Please tell me immediately if anything turns up, okay?" In a perfect world, she could've just bought an identical ring and pass it off for the original. Unfortunately, Joshua had that ring custom-made, and it wasn't easy to replicate. After dinner, it started to rain. The relatives began to trickle out one by one. Joshua stood by her side as they made their way to the car, his eyes trailing down to her bare wrist. "If you liked that bracelet at the auction, then I can buy you something like it," he said coolly. Alicia had to resist the urge to roll her eyes sardonically. She didn't believe for a second that Joshua had a change of heart towards her. "Trying to buy my silence, huh?" Her words were sharp, slicing right through Joshua's tender facade. "No need. I have no desire to be tangled up in your affairs." Joshua hadn't intended to sound like that, but her mocking tone struck a nerve. His jaw clenched, and a bitter smile crossed his lips. "Fine. Don't take it. The money I spend on you is a waste anyway." Alicia bit the inside of her cheek before adding firmly, "Joshua, I already told you. I'm willing to leave this marriage empty-handed. Let's sign the divorce papers tomorrow morning and end this once and for all." His smile twisted into something dark, something dangerous. "What about the ring?" "I lost it." Joshua's eyes narrowed, his tone unrelenting. "I don't care about anything else. I want the ring." She could barely contain her frustration, her breath hitching as he delivered his final blow. "If you can't find it," he said coldly, "I'll assume you're holding onto it because you still care about me." Just then, Joshua's phone rang; it was Lilliana calling. "Joshua." She mewled his name pitifully. "The thunder is so loud. I'm scared to sleep alone... Can you come over?" The car wasn't heading anywhere near Lilliana's and Joshua was furious with Alicia, so without a second thought, he kicked her out into the rain and sped off. He didn't even leave her an umbrella. Alicia stood frozen by the roadside, the downpour quickly soaking through her clothes. The cold rain seeped into her bones, chilling her to the core. Gritting her chattering teeth, she swallowed the bitter taste in her mouth and began trudging along the drenched pavement. Behind her, the soft hum of an engine crept closer. A sleek, low-profile Maybach rolled up beside her, its headlights cutting through the rain. "Mr. Ward," the driver said, glancing back, "I believe that's Ms. Bennett." The car slowed to a stop. Caden glanced out the window, his sharp eyes narrowing on Alicia's lonesome figure. She had just paused, her fingers gathering the fabric of her soaked dress, tying it up to ease her stride. Caden's lips curled into a faint. "Invite her inside," he drawled. The car came to a halt next to Alicia. The driver stepped out, holding a large umbrella over her head, his voice polite. "Ms. Bennett, it's hard to find a cab at this hour. May I offer you a ride home?" Alicia's eyes flicked up, recognizing the man as the Yates family's driver. She hesitated for a moment before nodding, her voice soft but steady. "Thank you. Sorry for the inconvenience." However, as soon as she slipped into the backseat of the car, she locked eyes with its other passenger--Caden. "We meet again so soon, sister-in-law?" His voice, smooth as velvet, carried a hint of mischief. ...... What happens next? 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2,758,007	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-03-03 12:57	active	2774	💖Click to read more exciting content👉	The sharp, shrill wail of an ambulance siren cut through the chaos of the bustling city streets like a blade through fabric. Its mournful cry echoed off the towering buildings, reverberating through the air with a sense of urgency that could not be ignored. Inside the ambulance, Rosalie Talley lay on the stretcher, her consciousness gradually slipping away. The distant, muffled voices of the paramedics reached her ears, their conversation blending into the chaotic hum surrounding her. One of the paramedics took her phone. A moment later, Rosalie heard the sound of a call being made. "Hello, is this Rosalie Talley's husband?" The paramedic's voice was calm but urgent. "Your wife was in a car accident. We're on the way to the hospital right now. Please—" "Is she dead?" A cold, emotionless male voice cut her off mid-sentence. The paramedic was momentarily stunned, instinctively answering, "No." "I'm busy. Call me when she is." "Wait—" Before the paramedic could finish speaking, the line went dead. The monotonous beeping of the disconnected call echoed in the cramped ambulance, each tone dripping with cruel indifference—mocking, ridiculing, as if laughing at Rosalie's foolish devotion. Even as her consciousness faded, Julian Galloway's words somehow stabbed into her mind with painful clarity, each syllable carved deep into her soul. A bitter smile curved her lips. She let her eyes drift shut as a thought surfaced in her hazy mind. She pondered, 'That's enough. Some people are just born cold-hearted, aren't they? How could I have been so naive to think I could ever change him?' Her fingers twitched slightly before her arm went limp, slipping lifelessly to her side. The last thing she heard was the paramedic's voice, urgent yet distant. "The patient's heart has stopped..." *** Rosalie sat up abruptly in bed, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Dazed, she stared at her hands—soft, smooth, and completely unscathed. Her flawless skin bore no trace of injury, not even the faintest scratch. She wondered, her heart pounding against her ribs, 'What is going on? Wasn't I in a car accident? Wasn't I supposed to be in the ambulance, being rushed to the hospital? Then why am I back in my bedroom, without a single wound on my body?' A sudden, unbelievable thought crashed into her mind. Rosalie's breath caught as she snapped her gaze to the clock on the wall. The glowing numbers read January 1, 2020. She thought, a shiver running down her spine, 'Have I traveled back in time?' It sounded absurd—something that only happened in movies or novels. But there was no other explanation for why she was lying in her bedroom, completely unharmed, while the clock displayed a date from one year ago. She wondered, 'Is the universe giving me a second chance? A chance to make a different choice?' The memory of Julian's cruel words before her death in her past life flashed through her mind, making her lips curl into a bitter, self-mocking smile. Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, she turned sharply, yanking open the drawer of her bedside table. "Of course." Rosalie let out a cold laugh, her eyes landing on the divorce agreement, the bold letters standing out unmistakably. Julian had sent it over through his lawyer just yesterday. Even when it came to ending their marriage, he couldn't be bothered to meet her in person. In her past life, she had stubbornly refused to sign it, clinging to a marriage that had long since withered into nothing but a legal bond on paper. Their relationship had only grown more strained—Julian had barely come home for a year, and even when he did, he'd never spared her more than a few indifferent glances, let alone talking to her. She still didn't know what exactly she had been holding onto or why she had been so desperate to keep a dead marriage intact. She had thought that as long as she stayed by Julian's side—as long as she remained his wife—one day, she would finally reach his heart. But reality had been cruel. Even when she lay on the brink of death after a severe car accident, he hadn't shown the slightest concern. He hadn't even cared enough to ask if she would survive. Instead, he had been waiting for her to die. At that thought, a familiar dull ache throbbed in Rosalie's chest. Julian was like an executioner wielding a blade, mercilessly skilled at slicing her heart apart piece by piece. No matter how much it hurt—no matter how many times he had torn her apart—she had still refused to let go. But now, as she dwelled on it, the whole thing felt utterly laughable. Reaching into the drawer, she pulled out the divorce agreement. Her gaze swept over the pages, taking in every word, every clause. Julian might not have had an ounce of affection for her, but when it came to money, he was undeniably generous. The assets he had allocated to her in the divorce settlement were more than enough to ensure she could live in luxury for several lifetimes without lifting a finger. Once she finished reading through the document, she headed to the study. When she emerged a while later, a folder was clutched in her hands. Without hesitation, she dialed Julian's lawyer. "Mr. Carson," she said coolly, "I've signed the divorce agreement. I made a few modifications. Please pass it along to Julian. If he has no objections, he can go ahead and sign it." Inside the grand headquarters of Galloway Group, a sharp knock echoed against the heavy doors of the CEO's office. "Come in." Julian's voice was cool, detached. Martin Carson, the company's chief legal advisor, stepped inside, carrying a folder in his hands. His usually composed expression held a trace of something unreadable as he walked up to Julian. Julian barely glanced up from the documents on his desk. Seeing it was Martin, he casually asked, "She still refuses to sign?" His tone was crisp, indifferent, as if the entire matter was nothing more than a trivial business deal rather than the dissolution of a marriage. Not a single flicker of emotion crossed his face. "No," Martin said after a brief pause. "Mrs. Galloway has already signed. But..." Julian arched a brow. "But what?" Martin hesitated for half a second before handing over the folder. "She made some changes to the financial terms." Julian let out a cold laugh, the corner of his lips curling with derision. "What, she thinks I didn't give her enough?" He thought, 'So in the end, she's just like the rest—insatiable. No matter how much she pretended to love me, it was never stronger than her greed for money.' Martin pressed his lips together but said nothing. Julian didn't wait for a response. He pulled out the signed divorce agreement with Rosalie's signature on it, fully expecting to see pages upon pages of financial demands. But the moment his eyes landed on the document, his hand stiffened. Unlike the thick stack of papers detailing the generous financial settlement he had originally offered, this version consisted of a single page. Rosalie had signed away everything. The document explicitly stated that she was leaving with nothing—no property, no assets. On top of that, there was a separate share transfer agreement in which she relinquished her 5% stake in Galloway Group to Julian—completely free of charge. A notarized certification from a legal office was even attached to ensure its validity. Shocked, Julian stared at the papers, an unfamiliar sensation creeping into his chest. Yesterday, she had been adamant about not divorcing him. Today, she had not only signed without hesitation but had also walked away without taking a single cent—and even given up what rightfully belonged to her. For a fleeting moment, his expression faltered. He couldn't quite place what he was feeling, but one thought surfaced in his mind. 'What the hell is Rosalie playing at this time?' he wondered. His fingers tightened around the papers. "Did she say anything?" Julian refused to believe that Rosalie had agreed to the divorce so easily. In his mind, she had schemed her way into the Galloway family by winning over his grandfather, Issac Galloway, manipulating the old man into forcing him into marriage. That was what he had always thought. He thought, his frown deepening, 'She fought so hard to be my wife, and now she's just giving it all up?' His grip on the divorce papers tightened unconsciously, leaving sharp creases on the once-pristine document. Nearby, his assistant, Alan Barker, noticed Julian's grim expression and assumed the worst—that Rosalie's revised agreement must have been filled with outrageous demands, an attempt to push her luck even further. Disdain flickered across Alan's mind. He had been present when Julian instructed Martin to draft the original divorce settlement. He knew exactly how generous Julian had been—far beyond what was necessary. If Rosalie still wasn't satisfied with that, then Alan seriously had to wonder whether she had ever truly loved Julian at all—or if it was simply the staggering wealth and power that came with his name that had drawn her in. Curiosity gnawed at him. His gaze drifted toward the revised agreement, scanning the contents discreetly. And just like Julian, he was stunned. She hadn't asked for a single thing. Not only had she walked away with nothing, but she had even given back the shares Issac had gifted her—completely free of charge. Alan's mind reeled. No matter how he tried to wrap his head around it, he simply couldn't believe that she was leaving empty-handed and even handing Julian a parting gift. That 5% stake in Galloway Group might not have been a controlling share, but it was still an asset that could generate enough annual dividends to support her for a lifetime. And yet, she had given it up without hesitation. Martin finally spoke, "That's all. Mrs. Galloway—no, Ms. Talley—asked that you find time to finalize the divorce paperwork as soon as possible." His words should have brought Julian relief. After all, that was what he had wanted. But instead of the satisfaction of breaking free from Rosalie, a strange, unshakable irritation settled in Julian's chest. "Leave," Julian ordered, his voice clipped and emotionless. Martin and Alan exchanged a glance before silently exiting the room. Once the door shut behind them, Julian's expression darkened even further. As he leaned back against the leather chair, his gaze grew colder, layer by layer, like ice forming over a frozen lake. He didn't believe Rosalie had truly agreed to the divorce. Just yesterday, she had been adamant—unwilling to let go no matter what. He thought there was no way she could have had a sudden change of heart overnight. A sharp, mocking chuckle escaped his lips as he ignored the divorce agreement Martin had delivered. Pressing his fingers against his temple, he tried to push down the inexplicable irritation rising in his chest. He grabbed the nearest document, attempting to refocus. But for some reason, the usually sharp and efficient man found himself unable to absorb a single word. His mind, which usually moved like clockwork, was now a jumble of thoughts he couldn't untangle. * "Mrs. Galloway, are you heading out?" Clara Berry, one of the housemaids, paused at the sight of Rosalie descending the grand staircase, a suitcase in hand. Everyone in the Galloway household—and even Julian's extended family—knew that his marriage to Rosalie had never been built on love. It was an arrangement forced by Issac Galloway, and Julian had never let her forget that. Now that Issac had passed, Julian had wasted no time in filing for divorce. No one could have been happy about it, least of all Rosalie—because everyone knew she was irrevocably in love with him. Clara still remembered how the lawyer had shown up yesterday, delivering the divorce papers right in front of the staff, as if Rosalie's feelings didn't matter at all. She couldn't help but glance at Rosalie with a tinge of sympathy. Rumors had long whispered that Rosalie was nothing more than a substitute for the woman Julian truly loved. And now Clara felt like those whispers had been true all along. "No, I'm moving out." Rosalie offered Clara a small smile. "Clara, thank you for taking care of me this past year." She wasn't a demanding mistress, never one to throw tantrums or make life difficult for the staff. The only thing she had ever been particular about was Julian. Clara hesitated before asking, "You're really leaving Mr. Galloway?" Rosalie smiled again and nodded, though for the briefest moment, an ache flickered in her chest. She ignored it and stepped forward, heading for the door. But after taking a few steps, she suddenly stopped. Turning back to Clara, she said, "Oh, and one more thing. Get someone to get rid of the lilies in the garden." "What?" Clara furrowed her brows. "But Mrs. Galloway, you planted those yourself." Rosalie's smile didn't waver. "Tear them out. Julian doesn't like them." She thought, pressing down the slight sting in her chest, 'Since we're getting divorced, I should make a clean break. Why leave anything behind to remind him—or to irritate him?' With that, she turned and walked away without a single glance back, her steps steady, her heart resolved. * When Julian returned home, the first thing he saw was a small excavator in the garden, ripping out the lilies by their roots. His expression instantly dropped to subzero. "What the hell is going on?" His voice was dangerously low. "Mr. Galloway, you're back." Clara hurried over, sensing the storm brewing in his gaze. "Mrs. Galloway ordered it. She said—" "She said what?" "Mrs. Galloway said you don't like them." She spoke carefully, choosing her words with caution as she stole a careful glance at him. Julian's face remained impassive, but Clara noticed the rigid set of his jaw, the brief flicker in his gaze. Then she hesitated before adding, "Mrs. Galloway has already left." 'Left?' Julian thought, startled. The word hit him harder than he expected, stirring up that same restless, inexplicable unease that had plagued him all day at the office. But outwardly, he betrayed nothing. His expression remained unreadable as he let out a quiet, indifferent hum and strode into the house. "Fine." Just as he reached the doorway, he gave a final command without looking back. "Tell them to stop. Restore everything to the way it was." "Yes, sir." Clara didn't understand what Julian was thinking. It was clear to anyone that he didn't like Rosalie. She couldn't understand why, now that they were getting a divorce, Julian still wanted to keep the flowers she had planted. Since the day they got married, Julian had rarely spent time at home. He would either disappear for weeks or return in the dead of night. But today—arriving this early—was a first. Clara cast a quick glance at him, her thoughts swirling. 'Do all powerful people have such unpredictable moods?' she wondered. Despite her curiosity, she held her tongue and promptly instructed the workers to stop what they were doing. Julian's face remained unreadable as he climbed the stairs. He pushed open the master bedroom door—only to be met with silence. The room was hollow, stripped of its usual warmth. He rarely came home at this hour. No matter how late he returned, Rosalie would always be sitting there, waiting for him. Even if she had dozed off, the sound of his arrival would rouse her, and she'd greet him with drowsy eyes, a soft smile, and an endless stream of concern. But tonight, as the door swung open, the stillness that greeted him felt unfamiliar for a while. A strange, unplaceable irritation crawled under his skin. With a sharp exhale, he reached up, yanked off his tie, and tossed it aside before scanning the room. Nothing looked drastically different, and yet, something felt off to him. His gaze landed on the bookshelf. Half the books were gone. His frown deepened. He strode to the wardrobe and pulled open the doors. It was still packed with clothes. But as his eyes flicked through the neatly arranged garments, he realized something was missing. Not a single piece belonged to Rosalie. Julian's jaw tightened. He refused to believe that Rosalie had really agreed to get a divorce and moved out. He thought, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his lips, 'Is she trying to play hard to get? So now she wants to use tricks on me?' But no matter how convinced he was that Rosalie wouldn't walk away so easily, the restless agitation creeping into his chest refused to subside. A vague sense of unease gnawed at him, unsettling in a way he couldn't quite ignore. * After leaving the house she had shared with Julian for the past year, Rosalie didn't go anywhere else. She went straight to her own apartment downtown. She rarely stayed there, but the place was always spotless—cleaned daily by hired staff, waiting for her return. Rosalie set down her luggage, pulled out her phone, and dialed a number. The call connected almost instantly. On the other end, a man's voice, thick with sleep, rasped through the speaker. "Rosa, I just dreamt about you, and now you're calling? Talk about being in sync." She ignored his teasing and got straight to the point. "I need you to look into something for me. Once you have the details, compile the evidence and send it over." She laid out exactly what she needed him to investigate, her voice cool and measured. After hanging up, Rosalie lowered her gaze. A glint of icy determination flickered in her eyes. *** The next morning, Rosalie was up early. After freshening up, she gathered the necessary documents and drove straight to the courthouse. By this time, the courthouse was already open, and people were steadily trickling in to finalize their divorces. Rosalie stood at the entrance, waiting. An hour passed, and there was still no sign of Julian. Gradually, her patience was wearing thin. She pulled out her phone and called him—no answer. She tried Alan next, but his phone was off too. Rosalie checked the time. The courthouse would close for the day in an hour. She had enough. She climbed back into her car and drove straight to Galloway Group's headquarters. In the company parking lot, she pulled into a spot, killed the engine, and stepped out with a purpose. As she headed toward the entrance, she bumped into a woman. Tall, curvy, and dressed to impress, the woman strutted toward her, her bleached blonde hair tumbling over one shoulder. Her face was unmistakably enhanced—overfilled lips, sharply arched brows, and the taut, unnatural smoothness of excessive cosmetic work. Her tailored business attire clung in all the right places, strategically altered to highlight every seductive curve. Rosalie recognized her instantly. She had seen this woman a few times before—back when she used to bring Julian lunch at the office. The woman standing in Rosalie's path was Tiana West, a secretary from the Office of the Secretary under Julian's command. On occasion, Julian would bring her along to business gatherings, and after a few such outings, her arrogance had grown unchecked. The way she looked at people carried an unmistakable air of superiority, as if she had already secured her place as the future Mrs. Galloway, merely waiting for Rosalie to be cast aside. "Mrs. Galloway, here you are again." Tiana lifted her chin ever so slightly, emphasizing the unnatural plumpness of her surgically enhanced features. Her gaze swept over Rosalie with an edge of disdain, but what stood out most was the way she deliberately stressed the word "again", as if Rosalie's presence was nothing more than an unwanted intrusion. Rosalie met her gaze with a poised smile, her tone perfectly measured as she greeted, "Tiana." Tiana's eyes flickered to Rosalie's empty hands, a glint of contempt flashing through them. "No homemade lunch for Mr. Galloway today?" she sneered. "Did you finally figure out that he throws away everything you make?" The condescension and mockery in her voice was blatant, dripping with the kind of malice that only came from someone who reveled in another woman's downfall. In the past, Rosalie had held back for Julian's sake, not bothering to engage with petty secretaries who overestimated their importance. But now that she didn't even care about Julian anymore, there was no reason for her to hold back. A mere secretary was no longer worth her consideration. A cold smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she mused, 'Tiana must have mistaken my patience for weakness.' Meanwhile, Tiana was carefully sizing Rosalie up, but the more she looked, the more unease crept into her gut. Rosalie was dressed in a sleek, perfectly tailored dress—simple yet effortlessly elegant. And even if Tiana seethed with jealousy, she had to admit that Rosalie's beauty was unparalleled. But beyond that, there was something else—something more unsettling. A quiet authority radiated from Rosalie, a presence sharp enough to make Tiana instinctively wary, though she refused to acknowledge why. Tiana scoffed inwardly, 'She's nothing more than a trophy wife Julian married to appease his grandfather—a woman whose only skills are cooking for her husband and playing the dutiful wife, yet he doesn't love her. 'How could someone like her ever compare to me? I graduated from an elite university and hold a high-ranking position in a major corporation. She's leagues beneath me.' And yet, despite convincing herself of Rosalie's insignificance, she couldn't help but let jealousy gnaw at her insides. It was precisely that envy, laced with an underlying insecurity she refused to acknowledge, that drove her to flaunt her so-called superiority in Rosalie's presence. Noticing the faint smirk playing at the corner of Rosalie's lips, Tiana was about to throw another jab at her. 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2,758,926	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2758835}'	Yes	2025-03-03 12:57	active	2774	🔥The Billionaire’s Twin Deal🔥	💸 Struggling student Ella’s life takes a dramatic turn when a one-night arrangement leaves her pregnant with twins. 👶👶 Now, billionaire Sebastian wants her in his world to secure his family’s legacy. Will love bloom in this luxurious yet complicated life? 💖 #DramaAlert #BillionaireRomance #MustWatch	WATCH_MORE	https://fb.dramabox.com/db_land_page/DALPF1052080.	DramaBox- movies&drama	https://www.facebook.com/DramaBoxMoviesDrama/	9,341,758	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch more	fb.dramabox.com	VIDEO		https://fb.dramabox.com/db_land_page/DALPF1052080.html?language=en&timestamp=1740503441532&channelCode=DALPF1052080&bid=41000111541&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&ad_group_name={{adset.name}}&ad_group_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481317109_599560823236470_7565298785418154437_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=q1uApRzDh0YQ7kNvgEYt2Lm&_nc_oc=Adjaur8g1J73qRiyex9ArFKweCcOED0jfwJ5aTVuHX-wuzOuypejYOa92fa69a6CbtlWVMKgU0Eh2FZhdobI7xM8&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AXGxkfx_ifwne3S8AwUnY25&oh=00_AYATOlF-1fTCKEcRnrE-Dh58w9_0qnrfhX0S88nKJvCeXA&oe=67CBD818	PERSON_PROFILE	DramaBox- movies&drama	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,758,708	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2758707}'	No	2025-03-03 12:57	active	2774	Start Your Free 30-Day Trial Today!	Unlock a never-ending library starting at $11.99/month! 🌟 Dive into millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more. With over 25,000 4.5-star reviews, see why Everand is the ultimate choice for endless entertainment. Start your 30-day free trial today – no obligations, cancel anytime. 📚🎧✨	LEARN_MORE	https://www.everand.com/everand-vs-audible	Everand	https://www.facebook.com/everand.us/	3,540	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	everand.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://www.everand.com/everand-vs-audible	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480836204_4059386204319108_1241305013549226219_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=xnAEh19jS3gQ7kNvgGHKNRG&_nc_oc=Adjojy8BzTLXnKNQECe6q03rWAxwcfkRL1ZBwv7pEi4rG_ncKqMy1YVAyTNY5k91_e2Zy1Er9MSiaIpHTv2sFnMu&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ANuZT6E9bQ_abHi6JfCK8jI&oh=00_AYCT-cQ7c_Hp0L0UbN5hTfQ13LNtFY_uKDMy2NnSste2LQ&oe=67CBB182	PERSON_PROFILE	Everand	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,758,760	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2757782}'	No	2025-03-03 12:57	active	2774	Get Your Free Quote Today!	Hey Louisville Homeowners! 👋 My name is Alan with Alarcon Pro Painting! We’ve helped 250+ clients transform their houses into their dream homes, and being a part of such a wonderful community means so much to us and keeps our team motivated to work as hard as possible for all of our Ohio River, Shelbyville, East Louisville & surrounding neighbors! We’re currently booking up our team’s schedule for this year, so if you’re interested in getting some help with that painting project, click "Get Quote" below to schedule your 100% FREE quote today! Why choose Alarcon Pro Painting? ⭐️ Family Owned & Locally Operated ⭐️ $1 Million in Liability Insurance ⭐️ 100+ 5-Star Reviews On Google ⭐️ Fully Licensed & Insured ⭐️ Best in Class Paints & Primers ⭐️ Professional & Always On-Time ⭐️ Stress-Free Process ⭐️ 100% Satisfaction Guaranteed Click "Get Quote" to schedule your 100% FREE quote today!	GET_QUOTE	http://fb.me/	Alarcon Pro Painting	https://www.facebook.com/AlarconLLC/	338	1969-12-31 18:00	Get quote	fb.me	IMAGE	⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rated	http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481340635_2312519809128248_4421599158858142280_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=V6KIZ0N5QTgQ7kNvgEKT5U3&_nc_oc=Adi7PhS2EZd_KgeNsuKJN1eRnyFdgK14qsPBXVfQQnlBIXIATDwMOk_OqJRYiAdtV_YA56_00IOJP4SsPrTMlMP8&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Akq89WgwR3XgczCIeQV8rU2&oh=00_AYCxOU2pGUFhA3ugIqnTktjmhd4fO-XwdCLwVvhmw3nXGw&oe=67CBE4FC	PERSON_PROFILE	Alarcon Pro Painting	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,758,623	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2758620}'	No	2025-03-03 12:57	active	2774	A True Driver’s Environment.	Pure Sophistication.	SHOP_NOW	https://www.bmw.sunmotorcars.com/new-inventory/ind	Sun Motor Cars BMW	https://www.facebook.com/SunMotorCarsBMW/	15,191	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	bmw.sunmotorcars.com	CAROUSEL	Pure Sophistication.	https://www.bmw.sunmotorcars.com/new-inventory/index.htm?superModel=5%20Series	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481190842_1035035288460223_1390721303478061012_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=dHTg5eXFHlUQ7kNvgEObnXb&_nc_oc=AdiGdo-yQxekJJtgqfyIX1u6hpNaYVwmxymQwzmSSiuw-AGqtDrm5tXmSvuHRwutTsU42JUuXwi2FuNiP7CytKsS&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AFMg2znTYHEymyRGeaTWb8e&oh=00_AYBnP40jI7mjr3KNnhfKELAxigXwFuQ0pwcHLH6ecOlCbA&oe=67CBE459	PERSON_PROFILE	Sun Motor Cars BMW	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,759,011	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-03-03 12:57	active	2774	🎁 Don’t Miss: Up To 50% OFF! 📣	🌞 Radiate Peace and Positivity with Free Hippie Spirit! 🌿 🌈Vibrant designs inspired by the timeless hippie culture ✨ Soft, sustainable fabrics for a planet-friendly lifestyle 🛒FREE SHIPPING on orders over $79! #hippie #hippiestyle #vintage #bohostyle #love	SHOP_NOW	https://www.freehippiespirit.com/collections/sale?	Freehippie spirit	https://www.facebook.com/61559447534318/	9,778	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop now	freehippiespirit.com	IMAGE	freehippiespirit	https://www.freehippiespirit.com/collections/sale?sort_by=hippie-smile-art-print-casaul-short-sleeve-t-shirt-bpht,watercolor-dragonfly-art-print-casaul-short-sleeve-t-shirt,hippie-art-print-casaul-short-sleeve-t-shirt-rnj3,hippie-peace-art-print-casaul-short-sleeve-t-shirt-8ri0,hippie-peace-art-print-casaul-short-sleeve-t-shirt-ncsf&utm_source=facebook.com&utm_medium=cpc&utm_term=FB20&utm_campaign=Ad-FB20-20250303-108	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481237176_1152146079365636_4044570042547121672_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=XYOgFD3JAyAQ7kNvgGPr3Yi&_nc_oc=AdjaG4oypgRrDijaJVD0f8bYIvTs9NBbG3Dyq6EhLDgyHTXrw9edatIqxWoKE1F1YWkHJiwTKKNPPPumMgHpZN-1&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AJP6sc6o89DSqYNpZU6BQ2x&oh=00_AYDZrymjGWiSQKPsHsUQkCQPNmTCCDm-STvlXj6gfyRFuw&oe=67CBC590	PERSON_PROFILE	Freehippie spirit	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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