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2,188,433	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2188430}'	No	2024-10-14 21:03	active	1628	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	My husband confessed that he had an affair with my assistant. "I've been seeing her for the last few months, and –" "Wait, say that again?" I stammered. "Cammy, I'm sorry,It just happened. All the stress around us trying - and failing - to have a baby," he said. "And well, I needed to feel like a man again, I guess. I don't expect you to understand, but this has nothing to do with you." "Having a baby was your idea, Stephen," I scoffed. "You were the one so adamant that we get pregnant right away. It was you that pressured me into going off birth control so your parents would get to meet your children before they passed." "Yeah, I know. I know," he said softly. "Its just intercourse got to be rather boring, you know? Monotonous. It was like we were just mechanical and clinical about trying to get pregnant and it took some of the fun and pleasure out of it." I stared at him, slack-jawed, and fought the urge to smack out of him. I was better than that. I wouldn't let my anger get the best of me, no matter how much of a jerk he was being right now. "Okay, so why are you telling me this now?" I asked. "Did you end things with her?" "No, in fact –" he took a deep breath and looked away, "Jessica is pregnant with my child, Camille. It's obvious now why we were having problems. It wasn't me – it was you. I know it sounds harsh, but I can't be with someone who can't give me children. No matter how much I love you." Tears welled up in my eyes, and this time, it was my turn to look out the window and away from him. I couldn't stand to look at him, knowing that for months now, he'd been sleeping with my former assistant and friend behind my back. Knowing that he thought there was something wrong with me because he'd been able to knock her up. "Get out," I said. My voice didn't crack, and I sounded firm. In control. Good for me. "What? We still have to meet with –" "I said, get out. I can't be in the same room with you right now." ———————— Camille I tapped my nails against the desk and stared at the clock, my insides roiling. Fifteen minutes late and counting. Stephen wasn't usually one to keep people waiting, which was upsetting enough. But he wasn't answering his phone or responding to my texts either, which only upset – and worried – me further. I smiled politely at his team, Ricardo, and Tracey, sitting across from me. This was originally his meeting to run, not mine. The fact that he wasn't there left me feeling put on the spot and more than a little uncomfortable. Stephen Doyle was my fiancé' and partner in Zesta Creative Design. He was the financial guru who handled the tedious details that allowed me to focus on the fun stuff. Ricardo and Tracey were interns from the local university, both majoring in finance and accounting like my darling beau, and together, we were supposed to go over the position and their responsibilities. However, given Stephen's absence, it appeared that I'd be handling the meeting alone. I'd turned my face back to the handbook, when the door opened, and my fiancé' stepped through, looking frazzled. His sandy blonde hair, which he kept trimmed short to his head with just a little length on top, was standing on end as if he hadn't bothered to brush it that morning. His eyes were tired, but there was a sparkle in them as if whatever kept him up late last night had been worth it. He'd canceled our date without an explanation, so I had no idea what could have gotten him so excited this morning. Stephen was a strapping, good-looking man. A former quarterback in college, where we met, he looked like he could step onto the field even today. Usually, he wore designer suits and dressed to perfection, looking every bit the part of CFO. Today, however, he was wearing a button-up shirt and jeans. I cocked an eyebrow as he joined me at the conference table. "Sorry," he said. "I had something come up at the last minute." He was smiling wide, but he wouldn't look at me. He kept resisting my gaze, instead of delving into the handbook and reading the exact same page I'd just finished up. "Would you two give us a minute?" I asked. The interns nodded and slipped out of the room, almost seeming grateful to have an out – if only for a few minutes. Maybe they knew something was up, that the world was about to come crashing down around me and wanted to get outside the blast radius. Or maybe I was just being paranoid. Either way, they scurried out of the conference room like their hair was on fire and waited outside the door. "Stephen? Is everything okay?" I asked. "MmmHmm," he said, finally meeting my eyes. When he did though, the smile on his face disappeared completely. The look in his eyes was guarded, and his expression was suddenly colder than the Arctic tundra. "Should we really be having this conversation here, Cam?" he asked. I shrugged and put my pen down on the table, leaning back in my chair. "You tell me? You're the one who canceled last night, without an excuse," I said. "And today, you're twenty minutes late to your own meeting. I think I have a right to ask you what's going on. If not as your fiancé', then at least as your business partner." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "I would rather have this discussion in private." "We're alone. No one can hear us through the door," I said. My voice started to crack. Over the last year or so, things had grown tense in our relationship. Okay, perhaps a bit more than tense. There was a tension between us that seemed to be growing by the day. His sister had popped out baby number three and Stephen was eager to get started on our family, even though our wedding wasn't scheduled until later in the year. We figured it couldn't hurt to get started though, so I went off all birth control and figured we'd be pregnant in no time. There we were though, ten months later, and still no pregnancy. I knew it stressed him out, and he'd started distancing himself from me. Maybe I was just being overly sensitive, but it felt like he thought I was broken, or somehow, less than a woman for not being able to conceive. "Fine," he grumbled. "Do youremember Jessica?" "Jessica Harvey? Yeah, of course. She was my assistant for years," I said. Jessica had quit our company out of the blue about three months back. It was completely unexpected, and I was still reeling from the shock of losing someone I'd counted on for years, someone I'd considered a friend for so long. We didn't talk much anymore. I tried to get together for coffee dates now and then, just to keep up with her. She was always too busy though – or was just avoiding me, I feared. I wanted to ask her what I'd done wrong, but she'd ghosted me, and that's where we were at. "Yeah, well, there's something you need to know," Stephen said. He looked out the large, glass window out to the sprawling city of Los Angeles below. "I've been seeing her for the last few months, and –" "Wait, say that again?" I stammered. My chest tightened, and a cold chill swept through my body. I didn't believe my ears. Not at first. As I stared at him, looked deep into his eyes though, I came to see the truth. "Cammy, I'm sorry," Stephen said. His voice didn't sound all that sorry, though. He shrugged and threw his hands in their air. He acted like this was somehow my fault. As if I'd somehow driven him into her arms. Into her bed. "It just happened. All the stress around us trying - and failing - to have a baby," he said. "And well, I needed to feel like a man again, I guess. I don't expect you to understand, but this has nothing to do with you." "Having a baby was your idea, Stephen," I scoffed. "You were the one so adamant that we get pregnant right away. It was you that pressured me into going off birth control so your parents would get to meet your children before they passed." "Yeah, I know. I know," he said softly. "Its just intercourse got to be rather boring, you know? Monotonous. It was like we were just mechanical and clinical about trying to get pregnant and it took some of the fun and pleasure out of it." I stared at him, slack-jawed, and fought the urge to smack out of him. I was better than that. I wouldn't let my anger get the best of me, no matter how much of a jerk he was being right now. "Okay, so why are you telling me this now?" I asked. "Did you end things with her?" "No, in fact –" he took a deep breath and looked away, "Jessica is pregnant with my child, Camille. It's obvious now why we were having problems. It wasn't me – it was you. I know it sounds harsh, but I can't be with someone who can't give me children. No matter how much I love you." Tears welled up in my eyes, and this time, it was my turn to look out the window and away from him. I couldn't stand to look at him, knowing that for months now, he'd been sleeping with my former assistant and friend behind my back. Knowing that he thought there was something wrong with me because he'd been able to knock her up. "Get out," I said. My voice didn't crack, and I sounded firm. In control. Good for me. "What? We still have to meet with –" "I said, get out. I can't be in the same room with you right now." "Camille, we have a business to run together," he argued. I wiped at my eyes, not allowing the tears to fall. I knew he was right. This company was initially mine, but he'd invested a lot of his own money over the years. Like it or not, we'd have to find a way to work together, at least until I could figure something else out. There was no way I was going to be tied to this man for the rest of my life. "Fine," I mumbled. I packed my things up and put it all into my briefcase as calmly as I could. I was trembling, but I didn't think Stephen could tell. I hoped not. I needed to appear calm and in control of myself. I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of seeing me fall apart. "You can meet with your interns alone," I said. "I'll make myself scarce, and we can talk about the company later." "You're handling this better than I thought you would, Cam," he said. For a second, I thought I heard the regret in his voice. Like on some level, he realized what a prick he was being and felt bad. Even if I had though, what good would it do now? The damage was done, and this was one bell that could not be un-rung. I glared at him. I wanted to scream at him, to tell him what a junk he was. I wanted to lash out. What would that accomplish other than make me look like an unhinged psycho, though? My head was spinning, and I couldn't think straight. Better to cool off before I said or did something I'd regret later. Like he said, we still had a business to run together, and like it or not, we'd have to work together for the good of Zesta. At least, for now. "For what it's worth, Cam," Stephen said, his voice soft and filled with emotion. "I'm sorry you're broken. I know how much you wanted to have children of your own, and this can't be easy to hear." I clutched my briefcase to my chest, keeping my hands busy instead of using them to show Stephen how I really felt about him. A homicide charge for strangling the life out of him probably wouldn't be a good look for the company. I didn't say another word though, and slipped out of the conference room, coming face to face with the interns who looked at me, puzzled expressions on their faces. "Stephen is going to take over from here. I have somewhere I need to be," I lied. I held my head up high and smiled politely at Ricardo and Tracey as I held the door open for them. Tracey gave me a look, her eyes filled with concern, but then looked away quickly. Ricardo seemed oblivious, ducking into the room and shaking hands with my fiancé' – scratch that, my ex-fiancé.' I shut the door behind them and hurried down the hall to my office, avoiding eye contact with everyone as I passed. I walked briskly past the cubicles of our employees until I got to the end of the hall, to my corner office, and slunk inside, falling against the door as I closed it behind me. As soon as I was alone, I didn't have to keep my composure. I let it all out. I slid to the floor and held my knees to my chest. The tears came hard and fast, but there was more than just sadness over the relationship ending – I was pissed about the betrayal. Grief and rage flooded my body in equal measure. --- "Complete jackass," my friend agreed. "And you really think this Jessica bimbo is pregnant with his kid? Pfft, I'm pretty sure he's the one shooting blanks." "You think so?" My voice cracked a bit at the question. I put my glass down on the table and smoothed out my skirt, focusing on my hands instead of Liv. While I could agree that the entire situation was all kinds of screwed up, I still wasn't sure if I believed him about me being unable to have kids or not. I was leaning toward him being right, simply because it made sense. Because somehow, somewhere deep down, I figured this was somehow my fault. "I think his side piece has a side piece of her own," Liv said, flagging down the waiter. "And seriously, what better revenge would there be than him realizing she's sleeping around on him and then finding out you can really have kids after all, huh?" "I suppose," I said, shrugging. "You suppose?" Liv asked as the waiter poured us more water. "Wouldn't you love to wipe that smug look off his face and tell him that he's the one who's broken?" "Well, yeah, but I don't think that's the case, Liv," I said grumpily. "Aren't you a Negative Nelly?" Liv said, rolling her eyes. When I didn't say anything, she sighed and added, "Just humor me, alright?" "Fine," I said, shrugging. "I guess I have nothing to lose." Well, except for all my dreams of one day having a child with a man I loved, sure, but since I already figured that was the case, it wasn't like I'd be getting any worse news. At least I hoped not. I didn't think I could take any more. --- Preston Dr. Preston Winters , M.D. The name plate had been added to the door recently. It was a matte silver with black lettering. Simple and yet, classy. I was the newest doctor to be brought on at the Hollywood Hills Women's and Children Center, and seeing my name officially listed on the office door was thrilling. A dream come true for someone who wasn't even sure they'd survive medical school, much less my residency. Getting to this point in my career had been harder than I ever imagined it to be, but I couldn't have asked for a better clinic to start with. Our receptionist, Kelly, was sitting at the front desk when I entered. She smiled politely at me, pushing her glasses up higher on her nose. "Good morning, Miss Temple," I said, stepping through the door and into the back. "Good morning, Dr. Winters. Looks like you have a full day today," Kelly said, scanning the appointment calendar in the computer with a furrowed brow. "Looks like you're taking a few of Dr. Garcia's patients today, her son is sick." "Not a problem. That's why they brought me on," I said. "Your first patient will be here right at nine," she said. "She requested the earliest possible appointment with Dr. Garcia." "Shouldn't be a problem," I said, continuing down the hall toward my office. My personal office was already coming together. Several bookshelves filled with medical journals sat behind a large oak desk. The obligatory diploma and a few personal pictures hung on the pale blue walls. I sat down at my desk, which had several photos on top as well. One photograph of my mom was prominent, a reminder of why I'd gone into this field in the first place. My other reminder was in another frame beside her photo. It was of a little boy wearing a soccer uniform and shooting the camera a gap-toothed grin. He had his mother's large, brown eyes, but my family's naturally tanned complexion and sandy blonde hair. There was a knock at my door, pulling me out of my brief reverie. "Yes?" One of the nurses, Paola, popped her head in and said, "Sorry to bother you, but your first patient is here and keeps asking when Dr. Garcia will see her. Says she has to be back at work by ten-thirty, at the latest." "I'll be right there," I said, chuckling to myself. So many people schedule doctor's appointments, expecting to be in and out in an hour or less like this was some cheap fast-food joint. We catered to a higher-end clientele, meaning many of the people were impatient and entitled. It came with the territory there in Hollywood Hills, I supposed. Since I was taking on Dr. Garcia's patients at the last minute, I hadn't had a chance to look over the patient's file. I was walking in blind, essentially. I followed Paolo to the room, and before I entered, she handed me the file on her. I glanced down, started to read through it when the door opened. "Hello? I really need to –" Big, sparkling, sapphire blue eyes stared back at me, and they grew wider once she saw me stepping through the door. Couldn't say I wasn't a little bit surprised myself. I couldn't help but note the mahogany curls and how they fell just perfectly over her cool, pale skin, gently touching her freckled shoulders – shoulders that were undressed thanks to the sleeveless pink sundress she was wearing. Looking into her face, I realized I knew her from somewhere. I couldn't place it right away, but I'd seen that face somewhere before. We handled a lot of celebrities, and she was definitely attractive enough to be a model or actress, but I wasn't sure that was it. I looked down at the name on file. "Camille O'Hare? Is that –" "Preston? Preston Winters, is that you?" she stammered. "Yeah, that's me," I said and smiled. When I heard her speak, the pieces fell into place, and I knew where I knew her from. High school. A long time ago in a galaxy far away. There was no mistaking her though. "No offense, but where's Dr. Garcia?" Camille asked, looking past me at Paola, who still stood in the doorway. "Apparently, I'm Dr. Garcia today," I said, giving my old high school friend the once over. Camille looked good. It was an unprofessional thought, but one I couldn't shake. I almost didn't recognize her. "Glad to see you still remember me," I said. Paola stepped away to help another patient, and I walked into Camille's room, opening her file on the table and reading through it. I closed the door behind us when Camille stepped back inside, her jaw nearly on the floor. "So, you really did it, huh?" she asked. She flopped up on the examining room table, her arms crossed in front of her. She was smiling, though a bit tense. But I took the smile as a good sign. "You made it through medical school," she said. "Either that or I'm really good at faking it," I teased, turning to face her, mirroring how she folded her arms in front of her chest. I had a hard time concealing my amazement at the transformation. Camille had changed a lot since high school. Her porcelain skin was clear and smoother than it had ever been back then. Her hair was a tad darker with some highlights in it now, and longer too. She used to keep her hair cut short, but the length did wonders for bringing out the soft features of her perfectly oval face. "As you can tell, I'm not Dr. Garcia," I said. "She had a family issue and won't be in today. But if you'd like to reschedule and wait for her, we can arrange it." She bit her bottom lip and looked away. I could tell she was considering it. Not that I blamed her, given our past. Instead of answering my question outright, she smiled at me softly. "You look good, Preston," she said. "I know it's been what, ten years? But I'm glad to see you're doing well." "You seem to be doing well too," I said, forcing myself to maintain eye contact with her. Camille's dress showed off some ample cleavage, and I was having a hard time not admiring it. I'm a professional. I couldn't have made it this far if I checked out my patients like a pervert. It was difficult though because I am still a man, and Camille was different. "Paola mentioned you were in a hurry to get back to work so I won't take too much of your time," I said. "If you'd like to reschedule, we can arrange for you to see Dr. Garcia another time." "I can't reschedule," she sighed. "There are no other doctors here today?" "No, I'm afraid not," I said. "It's just me at the moment." She took a deep breath, and the smile that had been on her face earlier fell as she stared at her hands. She picked at her perfectly manicured nails as if the nail polish was chipping, but she was only fidgeting. She looked tense and uncomfortable. "I mean, I guess it's been ten years or so since we –" she cut herself off, clearing her throat before continuing, "I think it'll be fine. You're a professional, after all." "Of course," I said, my voice softening. "I take my job very seriously, and what happened in our past will stay in the past, Camille." She turned her face up and met my gaze. In her eyes, I saw so much pain. I was taken aback at first, assuming that look was because of me, but then she wiped at her eyes and shook her head. "I'm here because my fiancé – err, my ex-fiancé – believes I can't have children." I pulled out her file, read through some of the notes from her past visits. "Have you seen a fertility specialist before?" I asked. She shook her head, and again, she looked away. "No, but we've been trying for well over a year, and there's been no luck." "You know it takes two to make a baby, right?" I asked. "It very well could be –" "He apparently got another woman pregnant pretty recently." "Oh," I said, closing the file. I figured that this went deeper than her medical history anyway. Her blue eyes were wide and filled with fear as she looked to me for answers. Being in this field, I often worked with women worried about their fertility. She wouldn't be the first woman I'd seen who was fearful about her chances of ever having a baby. She just so happened to be first who'd admitted such personal details as to why she believed she was the problem. "You'd been trying for a year, no birth control?" I asked. "I was never on the pill, I used non-hormonal methods. No hormones to wean myself off of, I thought I'd get pregnant pretty easily, but –" she stammered, taking a deep breath and seeming to gather her composure before speaking again, "but obviously that hasn't happened. As you should be able to see in my history, my periods have never been regular, and while I've never been diagnosed officially, Dr. Garcia suspected I might suffer from ovarian cysts." I opened the file again and looked through the notes, studying them a little more in depth. There was one little note mentioning some discomfort and cramping from a few months back, which could be cysts, or it could have been cramps. "Is there something we can do, Preston?" she asked.pregnating her and proving that prick ex of hers wrong caused a tightness low in my groin. Or maybe, just the idea of being with her again was causing it. Either way, blood rushed down my body, forcing me to turn away from Camille, afraid she'd notice my reaction. "Well, I will complete an exam, and we can run some tests," I said and cleared my throat. I cursed at my lower body as I pretended to read through her file some more, waiting for my shaft to get the message that this wasn't the time or place for such antics. As soon as I felt my body listening to me, I turned back around and gave her what I hoped was a comforting smile. "Do you mind lying down for me?" I asked.	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2,188,446	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2188430}'	Yes	2024-10-14 21:03	active	1628	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	My husband confessed that he had an affair with my assistant. "I've been seeing her for the last few months, and –" "Wait, say that again?" I stammered. "Cammy, I'm sorry,It just happened. All the stress around us trying - and failing - to have a baby," he said. "And well, I needed to feel like a man again, I guess. I don't expect you to understand, but this has nothing to do with you." "Having a baby was your idea, Stephen," I scoffed. "You were the one so adamant that we get pregnant right away. It was you that pressured me into going off birth control so your parents would get to meet your children before they passed." "Yeah, I know. I know," he said softly. "Its just intercourse got to be rather boring, you know? Monotonous. It was like we were just mechanical and clinical about trying to get pregnant and it took some of the fun and pleasure out of it." I stared at him, slack-jawed, and fought the urge to smack out of him. I was better than that. I wouldn't let my anger get the best of me, no matter how much of a jerk he was being right now. "Okay, so why are you telling me this now?" I asked. "Did you end things with her?" "No, in fact –" he took a deep breath and looked away, "Jessica is pregnant with my child, Camille. It's obvious now why we were having problems. It wasn't me – it was you. I know it sounds harsh, but I can't be with someone who can't give me children. No matter how much I love you." Tears welled up in my eyes, and this time, it was my turn to look out the window and away from him. I couldn't stand to look at him, knowing that for months now, he'd been sleeping with my former assistant and friend behind my back. Knowing that he thought there was something wrong with me because he'd been able to knock her up. "Get out," I said. My voice didn't crack, and I sounded firm. In control. Good for me. "What? We still have to meet with –" "I said, get out. I can't be in the same room with you right now." ———————— Camille I tapped my nails against the desk and stared at the clock, my insides roiling. Fifteen minutes late and counting. Stephen wasn't usually one to keep people waiting, which was upsetting enough. But he wasn't answering his phone or responding to my texts either, which only upset – and worried – me further. I smiled politely at his team, Ricardo, and Tracey, sitting across from me. This was originally his meeting to run, not mine. The fact that he wasn't there left me feeling put on the spot and more than a little uncomfortable. Stephen Doyle was my fiancé' and partner in Zesta Creative Design. He was the financial guru who handled the tedious details that allowed me to focus on the fun stuff. Ricardo and Tracey were interns from the local university, both majoring in finance and accounting like my darling beau, and together, we were supposed to go over the position and their responsibilities. However, given Stephen's absence, it appeared that I'd be handling the meeting alone. I'd turned my face back to the handbook, when the door opened, and my fiancé' stepped through, looking frazzled. His sandy blonde hair, which he kept trimmed short to his head with just a little length on top, was standing on end as if he hadn't bothered to brush it that morning. His eyes were tired, but there was a sparkle in them as if whatever kept him up late last night had been worth it. He'd canceled our date without an explanation, so I had no idea what could have gotten him so excited this morning. Stephen was a strapping, good-looking man. A former quarterback in college, where we met, he looked like he could step onto the field even today. Usually, he wore designer suits and dressed to perfection, looking every bit the part of CFO. Today, however, he was wearing a button-up shirt and jeans. I cocked an eyebrow as he joined me at the conference table. "Sorry," he said. "I had something come up at the last minute." He was smiling wide, but he wouldn't look at me. He kept resisting my gaze, instead of delving into the handbook and reading the exact same page I'd just finished up. "Would you two give us a minute?" I asked. The interns nodded and slipped out of the room, almost seeming grateful to have an out – if only for a few minutes. Maybe they knew something was up, that the world was about to come crashing down around me and wanted to get outside the blast radius. Or maybe I was just being paranoid. Either way, they scurried out of the conference room like their hair was on fire and waited outside the door. "Stephen? Is everything okay?" I asked. "MmmHmm," he said, finally meeting my eyes. When he did though, the smile on his face disappeared completely. The look in his eyes was guarded, and his expression was suddenly colder than the Arctic tundra. "Should we really be having this conversation here, Cam?" he asked. I shrugged and put my pen down on the table, leaning back in my chair. "You tell me? You're the one who canceled last night, without an excuse," I said. "And today, you're twenty minutes late to your own meeting. I think I have a right to ask you what's going on. If not as your fiancé', then at least as your business partner." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "I would rather have this discussion in private." "We're alone. No one can hear us through the door," I said. My voice started to crack. Over the last year or so, things had grown tense in our relationship. Okay, perhaps a bit more than tense. There was a tension between us that seemed to be growing by the day. His sister had popped out baby number three and Stephen was eager to get started on our family, even though our wedding wasn't scheduled until later in the year. We figured it couldn't hurt to get started though, so I went off all birth control and figured we'd be pregnant in no time. There we were though, ten months later, and still no pregnancy. I knew it stressed him out, and he'd started distancing himself from me. Maybe I was just being overly sensitive, but it felt like he thought I was broken, or somehow, less than a woman for not being able to conceive. "Fine," he grumbled. "Do youremember Jessica?" "Jessica Harvey? Yeah, of course. She was my assistant for years," I said. Jessica had quit our company out of the blue about three months back. It was completely unexpected, and I was still reeling from the shock of losing someone I'd counted on for years, someone I'd considered a friend for so long. We didn't talk much anymore. I tried to get together for coffee dates now and then, just to keep up with her. She was always too busy though – or was just avoiding me, I feared. I wanted to ask her what I'd done wrong, but she'd ghosted me, and that's where we were at. "Yeah, well, there's something you need to know," Stephen said. He looked out the large, glass window out to the sprawling city of Los Angeles below. "I've been seeing her for the last few months, and –" "Wait, say that again?" I stammered. My chest tightened, and a cold chill swept through my body. I didn't believe my ears. Not at first. As I stared at him, looked deep into his eyes though, I came to see the truth. "Cammy, I'm sorry," Stephen said. His voice didn't sound all that sorry, though. He shrugged and threw his hands in their air. He acted like this was somehow my fault. As if I'd somehow driven him into her arms. Into her bed. "It just happened. All the stress around us trying - and failing - to have a baby," he said. "And well, I needed to feel like a man again, I guess. I don't expect you to understand, but this has nothing to do with you." "Having a baby was your idea, Stephen," I scoffed. "You were the one so adamant that we get pregnant right away. It was you that pressured me into going off birth control so your parents would get to meet your children before they passed." "Yeah, I know. I know," he said softly. "Its just intercourse got to be rather boring, you know? Monotonous. It was like we were just mechanical and clinical about trying to get pregnant and it took some of the fun and pleasure out of it." I stared at him, slack-jawed, and fought the urge to smack out of him. I was better than that. I wouldn't let my anger get the best of me, no matter how much of a jerk he was being right now. "Okay, so why are you telling me this now?" I asked. "Did you end things with her?" "No, in fact –" he took a deep breath and looked away, "Jessica is pregnant with my child, Camille. It's obvious now why we were having problems. It wasn't me – it was you. I know it sounds harsh, but I can't be with someone who can't give me children. No matter how much I love you." Tears welled up in my eyes, and this time, it was my turn to look out the window and away from him. I couldn't stand to look at him, knowing that for months now, he'd been sleeping with my former assistant and friend behind my back. Knowing that he thought there was something wrong with me because he'd been able to knock her up. "Get out," I said. My voice didn't crack, and I sounded firm. In control. Good for me. "What? We still have to meet with –" "I said, get out. I can't be in the same room with you right now." "Camille, we have a business to run together," he argued. I wiped at my eyes, not allowing the tears to fall. I knew he was right. This company was initially mine, but he'd invested a lot of his own money over the years. Like it or not, we'd have to find a way to work together, at least until I could figure something else out. There was no way I was going to be tied to this man for the rest of my life. "Fine," I mumbled. I packed my things up and put it all into my briefcase as calmly as I could. I was trembling, but I didn't think Stephen could tell. I hoped not. I needed to appear calm and in control of myself. I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of seeing me fall apart. "You can meet with your interns alone," I said. "I'll make myself scarce, and we can talk about the company later." "You're handling this better than I thought you would, Cam," he said. For a second, I thought I heard the regret in his voice. Like on some level, he realized what a prick he was being and felt bad. Even if I had though, what good would it do now? The damage was done, and this was one bell that could not be un-rung. I glared at him. I wanted to scream at him, to tell him what a junk he was. I wanted to lash out. What would that accomplish other than make me look like an unhinged psycho, though? My head was spinning, and I couldn't think straight. Better to cool off before I said or did something I'd regret later. Like he said, we still had a business to run together, and like it or not, we'd have to work together for the good of Zesta. At least, for now. "For what it's worth, Cam," Stephen said, his voice soft and filled with emotion. "I'm sorry you're broken. I know how much you wanted to have children of your own, and this can't be easy to hear." I clutched my briefcase to my chest, keeping my hands busy instead of using them to show Stephen how I really felt about him. A homicide charge for strangling the life out of him probably wouldn't be a good look for the company. I didn't say another word though, and slipped out of the conference room, coming face to face with the interns who looked at me, puzzled expressions on their faces. "Stephen is going to take over from here. I have somewhere I need to be," I lied. I held my head up high and smiled politely at Ricardo and Tracey as I held the door open for them. Tracey gave me a look, her eyes filled with concern, but then looked away quickly. Ricardo seemed oblivious, ducking into the room and shaking hands with my fiancé' – scratch that, my ex-fiancé.' I shut the door behind them and hurried down the hall to my office, avoiding eye contact with everyone as I passed. I walked briskly past the cubicles of our employees until I got to the end of the hall, to my corner office, and slunk inside, falling against the door as I closed it behind me. As soon as I was alone, I didn't have to keep my composure. I let it all out. I slid to the floor and held my knees to my chest. The tears came hard and fast, but there was more than just sadness over the relationship ending – I was pissed about the betrayal. Grief and rage flooded my body in equal measure. --- "Complete jackass," my friend agreed. "And you really think this Jessica bimbo is pregnant with his kid? Pfft, I'm pretty sure he's the one shooting blanks." "You think so?" My voice cracked a bit at the question. I put my glass down on the table and smoothed out my skirt, focusing on my hands instead of Liv. While I could agree that the entire situation was all kinds of screwed up, I still wasn't sure if I believed him about me being unable to have kids or not. I was leaning toward him being right, simply because it made sense. Because somehow, somewhere deep down, I figured this was somehow my fault. "I think his side piece has a side piece of her own," Liv said, flagging down the waiter. "And seriously, what better revenge would there be than him realizing she's sleeping around on him and then finding out you can really have kids after all, huh?" "I suppose," I said, shrugging. "You suppose?" Liv asked as the waiter poured us more water. "Wouldn't you love to wipe that smug look off his face and tell him that he's the one who's broken?" "Well, yeah, but I don't think that's the case, Liv," I said grumpily. "Aren't you a Negative Nelly?" Liv said, rolling her eyes. When I didn't say anything, she sighed and added, "Just humor me, alright?" "Fine," I said, shrugging. "I guess I have nothing to lose." Well, except for all my dreams of one day having a child with a man I loved, sure, but since I already figured that was the case, it wasn't like I'd be getting any worse news. At least I hoped not. I didn't think I could take any more. --- Preston Dr. Preston Winters , M.D. The name plate had been added to the door recently. It was a matte silver with black lettering. Simple and yet, classy. I was the newest doctor to be brought on at the Hollywood Hills Women's and Children Center, and seeing my name officially listed on the office door was thrilling. A dream come true for someone who wasn't even sure they'd survive medical school, much less my residency. Getting to this point in my career had been harder than I ever imagined it to be, but I couldn't have asked for a better clinic to start with. Our receptionist, Kelly, was sitting at the front desk when I entered. She smiled politely at me, pushing her glasses up higher on her nose. "Good morning, Miss Temple," I said, stepping through the door and into the back. "Good morning, Dr. Winters. Looks like you have a full day today," Kelly said, scanning the appointment calendar in the computer with a furrowed brow. "Looks like you're taking a few of Dr. Garcia's patients today, her son is sick." "Not a problem. That's why they brought me on," I said. "Your first patient will be here right at nine," she said. "She requested the earliest possible appointment with Dr. Garcia." "Shouldn't be a problem," I said, continuing down the hall toward my office. My personal office was already coming together. Several bookshelves filled with medical journals sat behind a large oak desk. The obligatory diploma and a few personal pictures hung on the pale blue walls. I sat down at my desk, which had several photos on top as well. One photograph of my mom was prominent, a reminder of why I'd gone into this field in the first place. My other reminder was in another frame beside her photo. It was of a little boy wearing a soccer uniform and shooting the camera a gap-toothed grin. He had his mother's large, brown eyes, but my family's naturally tanned complexion and sandy blonde hair. There was a knock at my door, pulling me out of my brief reverie. "Yes?" One of the nurses, Paola, popped her head in and said, "Sorry to bother you, but your first patient is here and keeps asking when Dr. Garcia will see her. Says she has to be back at work by ten-thirty, at the latest." "I'll be right there," I said, chuckling to myself. So many people schedule doctor's appointments, expecting to be in and out in an hour or less like this was some cheap fast-food joint. We catered to a higher-end clientele, meaning many of the people were impatient and entitled. It came with the territory there in Hollywood Hills, I supposed. Since I was taking on Dr. Garcia's patients at the last minute, I hadn't had a chance to look over the patient's file. I was walking in blind, essentially. I followed Paolo to the room, and before I entered, she handed me the file on her. I glanced down, started to read through it when the door opened. "Hello? I really need to –" Big, sparkling, sapphire blue eyes stared back at me, and they grew wider once she saw me stepping through the door. Couldn't say I wasn't a little bit surprised myself. I couldn't help but note the mahogany curls and how they fell just perfectly over her cool, pale skin, gently touching her freckled shoulders – shoulders that were undressed thanks to the sleeveless pink sundress she was wearing. Looking into her face, I realized I knew her from somewhere. I couldn't place it right away, but I'd seen that face somewhere before. We handled a lot of celebrities, and she was definitely attractive enough to be a model or actress, but I wasn't sure that was it. I looked down at the name on file. "Camille O'Hare? Is that –" "Preston? Preston Winters, is that you?" she stammered. "Yeah, that's me," I said and smiled. When I heard her speak, the pieces fell into place, and I knew where I knew her from. High school. A long time ago in a galaxy far away. There was no mistaking her though. "No offense, but where's Dr. Garcia?" Camille asked, looking past me at Paola, who still stood in the doorway. "Apparently, I'm Dr. Garcia today," I said, giving my old high school friend the once over. Camille looked good. It was an unprofessional thought, but one I couldn't shake. I almost didn't recognize her. "Glad to see you still remember me," I said. Paola stepped away to help another patient, and I walked into Camille's room, opening her file on the table and reading through it. I closed the door behind us when Camille stepped back inside, her jaw nearly on the floor. "So, you really did it, huh?" she asked. She flopped up on the examining room table, her arms crossed in front of her. She was smiling, though a bit tense. But I took the smile as a good sign. "You made it through medical school," she said. "Either that or I'm really good at faking it," I teased, turning to face her, mirroring how she folded her arms in front of her chest. I had a hard time concealing my amazement at the transformation. Camille had changed a lot since high school. Her porcelain skin was clear and smoother than it had ever been back then. Her hair was a tad darker with some highlights in it now, and longer too. She used to keep her hair cut short, but the length did wonders for bringing out the soft features of her perfectly oval face. "As you can tell, I'm not Dr. Garcia," I said. "She had a family issue and won't be in today. But if you'd like to reschedule and wait for her, we can arrange it." She bit her bottom lip and looked away. I could tell she was considering it. Not that I blamed her, given our past. Instead of answering my question outright, she smiled at me softly. "You look good, Preston," she said. "I know it's been what, ten years? But I'm glad to see you're doing well." "You seem to be doing well too," I said, forcing myself to maintain eye contact with her. Camille's dress showed off some ample cleavage, and I was having a hard time not admiring it. I'm a professional. I couldn't have made it this far if I checked out my patients like a pervert. It was difficult though because I am still a man, and Camille was different. "Paola mentioned you were in a hurry to get back to work so I won't take too much of your time," I said. "If you'd like to reschedule, we can arrange for you to see Dr. Garcia another time." "I can't reschedule," she sighed. "There are no other doctors here today?" "No, I'm afraid not," I said. "It's just me at the moment." She took a deep breath, and the smile that had been on her face earlier fell as she stared at her hands. She picked at her perfectly manicured nails as if the nail polish was chipping, but she was only fidgeting. She looked tense and uncomfortable. "I mean, I guess it's been ten years or so since we –" she cut herself off, clearing her throat before continuing, "I think it'll be fine. You're a professional, after all." "Of course," I said, my voice softening. "I take my job very seriously, and what happened in our past will stay in the past, Camille." She turned her face up and met my gaze. In her eyes, I saw so much pain. I was taken aback at first, assuming that look was because of me, but then she wiped at her eyes and shook her head. "I'm here because my fiancé – err, my ex-fiancé – believes I can't have children." I pulled out her file, read through some of the notes from her past visits. "Have you seen a fertility specialist before?" I asked. She shook her head, and again, she looked away. "No, but we've been trying for well over a year, and there's been no luck." "You know it takes two to make a baby, right?" I asked. "It very well could be –" "He apparently got another woman pregnant pretty recently." "Oh," I said, closing the file. I figured that this went deeper than her medical history anyway. Her blue eyes were wide and filled with fear as she looked to me for answers. Being in this field, I often worked with women worried about their fertility. She wouldn't be the first woman I'd seen who was fearful about her chances of ever having a baby. She just so happened to be first who'd admitted such personal details as to why she believed she was the problem. "You'd been trying for a year, no birth control?" I asked. "I was never on the pill, I used non-hormonal methods. No hormones to wean myself off of, I thought I'd get pregnant pretty easily, but –" she stammered, taking a deep breath and seeming to gather her composure before speaking again, "but obviously that hasn't happened. As you should be able to see in my history, my periods have never been regular, and while I've never been diagnosed officially, Dr. Garcia suspected I might suffer from ovarian cysts." I opened the file again and looked through the notes, studying them a little more in depth. There was one little note mentioning some discomfort and cramping from a few months back, which could be cysts, or it could have been cramps. "Is there something we can do, Preston?" she asked.pregnating her and proving that prick ex of hers wrong caused a tightness low in my groin. Or maybe, just the idea of being with her again was causing it. Either way, blood rushed down my body, forcing me to turn away from Camille, afraid she'd notice my reaction. "Well, I will complete an exam, and we can run some tests," I said and cleared my throat. I cursed at my lower body as I pretended to read through her file some more, waiting for my shaft to get the message that this wasn't the time or place for such antics. As soon as I felt my body listening to me, I turned back around and gave her what I hoped was a comforting smile. "Do you mind lying down for me?" I asked.	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2,188,002	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-14 21:03	active	1628	Just click Receive for free to find out Kelly's weight loss tips!!!🚀👉👉👉	🚀 Kelly Clarkson's Secret to Weight Loss? Shark Tank Slimming Gummies! No diet or exercise needed, just pop one and go! FDA-approved, no side effects. Try with our free trial jar & get a second gummy free! Burn fat, not carbs, manage cholesterol w/ BHB ketones. Order now for free shipping in the US + enjoy a forty-five day return policy if you're not thrilled."	ORDER_NOW	https://www.keto-gummies-dls.com/star	Ayesha Jutti	https://www.facebook.com/61551200814348/	834	1969-12-31 18:00	Order now	www.keto-gummies-dls.com	VIDEO		https://www.keto-gummies-dls.com/star	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463048886_554660417130166_8013067773319701721_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=C4QxRAaxTb0Q7kNvgGzUjnV&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AeDDp0bb2dQhN8j9zr8RWxp&oh=00_AYCe_g6y3jXqClZzet0FXdJ0hA_3FLwCSSv8BJJ7Mu87uQ&oe=671394CF	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Ayesha Jutti	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,188,272	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2187676}'	No	2024-10-14 21:03	active	1628	{{product.name}}	🌟 Discover the Transformative Health Benefits of Deep Tissue Lymphatic Massage! 🌟 Have you ever wondered what a deep tissue lymphatic massage can do for your overall well-being? 🌿✨ Let us enlighten you with the incredible benefits you can experience: ✅ Improved Circulation: Our specialized massage techniques stimulate blood flow, enhancing oxygen and nutrient delivery to your tissues. Feel revitalized and full of energy! ✅ Detoxification: Help your body eliminate toxins more effectively. Our massage supports your lymphatic system, promoting natural detoxification and a cleaner, healthier you. ✅ Reduced Swelling and Inflammation: Struggling with swelling or inflammation? Our deep tissue lymphatic massage targets these issues, providing relief and improving mobility. ✅ Enhanced Relaxation and Stress Relief: In our fast-paced world, stress can take a toll on your health. Our massage therapy not only relaxes your muscles but also calms your mind, offering a peaceful escape from daily stressors. Don’t miss out on the rejuvenating power of deep tissue lymphatic massage. Treat yourself to a session and feel the profound difference it can make in your life! 💆‍♀️💆‍♂️ 📞 Call us at 203-496-5652 or visit our website to schedule your appointment and embark on a journey to better health and wellness. Mention Code: 10Recover for 10% off. Expires 07/31/24 #MassageTherapy #HealthBenefits #Wellness #SelfCare #Relaxation #Detox #StressRelief	GET_OFFER	http://fb.me/	Dr. Kelly Wolfe	https://www.facebook.com/dr.kellywolfe/	83	1969-12-31 18:00	Get Offer	fb.me	DCO		http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/452390227_1875069652983023_8178278376616082113_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=LPvcPfK8S4YQ7kNvgEBCGSC&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AVQDNQWYbTmVmOgcxdnz4-B&oh=00_AYCTz18Wqs3slI9ZkZusQCsvsPRbARcs94HRUrdtBD_ilA&oe=6713B4C7	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Dr. Kelly Wolfe	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,188,121	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2188118}'	Yes	2024-10-14 21:03	active	1628	Listen Now On Spotify		LISTEN_NOW	https://hypeddit.com/xjo96f/ad-l30kqe-hype-code-le	DJ Kelly Reverb	https://www.facebook.com/DjKellyReverb/	3,405	1969-12-31 18:00	Listen Now	hypeddit.com	DCO		https://hypeddit.com/xjo96f/ad-l30kqe-hype-code-lekdv0	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/457520432_1582844788939657_2725670676678550350_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ZD1varbRpGcQ7kNvgG9qZ7t&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AMjKs5ZbaL84KmwRXgaDuTB&oh=00_AYDdhmtAYgbway9EE1qLLJF9noy4eEjAoMwXXZE5xFuLoA&oe=67139CAD	PERSON_PROFILE	0	DJ Kelly Reverb	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,188,048	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-14 21:03	active	1628	PHMUSEUM 2024 WOMEN PHOTOGRAPHERS GRANT	LAST CHANCE \| EXTENDED DEADLINE 17 OCTOBER - Present your work for $10,000 in cash prizes, a solo show at PhMuseum Lab, screenings at Photo Vogue Festival and more. Photo © Yashna Kaul	APPLY_NOW	https://phmuseum.com/grants/2024-women-photographe	PHmuseum	https://www.facebook.com/phmuseum/	92,009	1969-12-31 18:00	Apply Now	phmuseum.com	DCO	Show your work to an independent jury comprising Gem Fletcher (Writer, Host The Messy Truth podcast), Farah Al Qasimi (Visual Artist), Danaé Panchaud (Curator, Museologist, Lecturer and Director Centre de la photographie Genève), and Pixy Liao (Visual Artist)	https://phmuseum.com/grants/2024-women-photographers-grant	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462714514_1186893559041601_6988384274965178521_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=6ngxUAGqPg0Q7kNvgGxObBR&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Alp5UM_O1M_jqV-wt_vuiO7&oh=00_AYAnC49v3G4Wi1lwno_zB6S1WHZC1QWvhGkXZt5yUZ88MQ&oe=67139C51	PERSON_PROFILE	0	PHmuseum	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,187,732	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2187731}'	No	2024-10-14 21:03	active	1628			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/kelly_klnk	kelly_klnk	https://www.facebook.com/100069633113491/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/kelly_klnk	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462751989_557748650074374_378674577946726938_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=UdasmEBCyYIQ7kNvgEQcPXy&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AF3O768-aSPFFEnIHVm71Cs&oh=00_AYD5xWZxf9OkypY11QID2lsVkVAMUpG25K6Cmb5WlXPdzw&oe=6713B26A	PERSON_PROFILE	0	kelly_klnk	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,188,050	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2188048}'	No	2024-10-14 21:03	active	1628	PHMUSEUM 2024 WOMEN PHOTOGRAPHERS GRANT	LAST CHANCE \| EXTENDED DEADLINE 17 OCTOBER - Present your work for $10,000 in cash prizes, a solo show at PhMuseum Lab, screenings at Photo Vogue Festival and more. Photo © Yashna Kaul	APPLY_NOW	https://phmuseum.com/grants/2024-women-photographe	PHmuseum	https://www.facebook.com/phmuseum/	92,009	1969-12-31 18:00	Apply Now	phmuseum.com	DCO	Show your work to an independent jury comprising Gem Fletcher (Writer, Host The Messy Truth podcast), Farah Al Qasimi (Visual Artist), Danaé Panchaud (Curator, Museologist, Lecturer and Director Centre de la photographie Genève), and Pixy Liao (Visual Artist)	https://phmuseum.com/grants/2024-women-photographers-grant	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462714514_1186893559041601_6988384274965178521_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=6ngxUAGqPg0Q7kNvgGxObBR&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Alp5UM_O1M_jqV-wt_vuiO7&oh=00_AYAnC49v3G4Wi1lwno_zB6S1WHZC1QWvhGkXZt5yUZ88MQ&oe=67139C51	PERSON_PROFILE	0	PHmuseum	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,187,764	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-14 21:03	active	1628	ERTÉ Sculpture: JOIE DE VIVRE	ERTÉ Sculpture: JOIE DE VIVRE - $1,000.00 JOIE DE VIVRE ERTÉ 1990 This sculpture was purchased from an estate auction and was authenticated by the auction house. It has beautiful patina, and is fully intact, including the incredibly delicate 22k gold butterflies and earrings. There are only a couple of these available right now, and for far higher prices. Free pick up in Tucson, or Buyer is free to arrange insured shipping. Seller is not offering shipping or packing services but will coordinate pickup with a shipper of yout choice. History of this artwork is below: At the request of actress, Ganna Walska, Erté created a series of spectacular costume designs for the Chicago Opera Company. For the opera, Fedora, Erté created a design that has been rendered in sculpture and titled, Joie de Vivre. "Joie de Vivre" is adorned with moveable 22K gold leaf butterflies which can be moved into various positions. Gold butterflies are repeated throughout the sculpture. Facebook Marketplace	CONTACT_US	https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/953109319886	Kelly Sprekelmeyer	https://www.facebook.com/Kelly-Sprekelmeyer-581923018887988/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Contact us		IMAGE		https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/953109319886087/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463378791_852019426715865_2714435396346150634_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=XN1Gz_Qp8xMQ7kNvgGU11SF&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AF3O768-aSPFFEnIHVm71Cs&oh=00_AYAyMNxOKh7lsQHEy7IVOXrHRdfVkCUNQhDMudvsm4RraQ&oe=6713801A	REGULAR_PAGE	1	Kelly Sprekelmeyer	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,187,550	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2187546}'	Yes	2024-10-14 21:03	active	1628	The Vampire and His Blood wife👉👉👉	This series is so incredible! I can't stop watching! #Next episode is amazing!😍	WATCH_MORE	https://fblp.drama-time.com/DT-yrccXV-0905-EN-2240	Miiowtv short000	https://www.facebook.com/61557562951006/	167	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch More	fblp.drama-time.com	DCO		https://fblp.drama-time.com/DT-yrccXV-0905-EN-224087.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=1777998279593623554	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/458769627_832827298955953_3464472771163015071_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=PS-FPdeCLogQ7kNvgFjHnYg&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AdgtWvMZvD1y7C_7xhjS-gr&oh=00_AYBOPuyGLs1_C62PzClxqgcQS4rXvlj3tlvIgHCm57sCkA&oe=6713A19E	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Miiowtv short000	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,187,716	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	Yes	2024-10-14 21:03	active	1628	Monthly E-Newsletter	Want an easy way to stay up on the local housing market, hot new listings, and fun events happening in the area? . Sign up for our FREE monthly newsletter! . Each month, we will provide you with content, tips, and tricks on all things HOME-related, including what's happening in today's real estate market. . Each newsletter is designed to provide value, whether you’re looking to buy, sell, or just stay informed. If you’d like to stay connected, Click Subscribe below! . Kelly & Robert Doucet Call/Text: 408.605.0129 . MyEDHHome.com RobertandKelly@MyEDHHome.com DRE# 01196389 \| #01185577 . #EDHRealEstate #EDHRealtor #SacramentoRealtor #Realtor #MyEDHHome #MyElDoradoHillsHome #DoucetTeam #Iloveeldoradohills #ElDoradoHillsRealEstate #ElDoradoHillsHomes #RealtorLife #sellinghouses	SUBSCRIBE	https://myedhhome.com/newsletter/	My El Dorado Hills Home	https://www.facebook.com/myEDHhome/	609	1969-12-31 18:00	Subscribe	myedhhome.com/newsletter/	IMAGE	SUBSCRIBE TO OUR MONTHLY NEWSLETTER! Once a month we will email you news about the real estate market, local events, home tips, advice about buying and/or selling and much more! You can unsubscribe any time and we never share your information. We hope you will find the information helpful and entert...	https://myedhhome.com/newsletter/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/457802518_8418777391523002_1027680687820029290_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=8my0kaSf4p0Q7kNvgFwFV3I&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AObUrOloXmV5mxomHgcZk8A&oh=00_AYDxnFa7ABH3clS3iY_kEkAc8LBeJBKzQtmcQ0tJ8df-HA&oe=6713906C	PERSON_PROFILE	0	My El Dorado Hills Home	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,187,638	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2187613}'	Yes	2024-10-14 21:03	active	1628	Download Now👉👉👉	"👀 Binge-watching got you hooked? Don't miss the next episode of your favorite series! #NextEpisodeIsComing #GetReadyForMore"	WATCH_MORE	https://fblp.drama-time.com/DT-yrccXV-0914-EN-4609	Miiowtv short13	https://www.facebook.com/61557164897155/	166	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch More	fblp.drama-time.com	DCO		https://fblp.drama-time.com/DT-yrccXV-0914-EN-460913.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=1832980583803015170	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/459981452_1765710160838117_6128648309256408352_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=MvUjf28d70sQ7kNvgFb6AQk&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AObUrOloXmV5mxomHgcZk8A&oh=00_AYA1uvAY3ABJtGEy5gxYO1zQ7hSmMyf0JGE9bbI59qhMxQ&oe=67139C87	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Miiowtv short13	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,187,646	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2187608}'	Yes	2024-10-14 21:03	active	1628	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/	167	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch More	fblp.drama-time.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://fblp.drama-time.com/DT-yrccXV-0914-ES-383389.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=1832980583803015170	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/460927835_521784770706201_6256578325209079264_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=cJIdLrSOKsAQ7kNvgEksOZU&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AObUrOloXmV5mxomHgcZk8A&oh=00_AYB0_p39r0ZuNN8IgkvPwLrsFz8HXLxEiPTjM9IzxSkJoQ&oe=67138507	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Miiowtv short000	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,187,703	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2187702}'	Yes	2024-10-14 21:03	active	1628			LEARN_MORE	https://zamp.com/book-call-avalara/	Zamp	https://www.facebook.com/zamptax/	3	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	zamp.com	CAROUSEL		https://zamp.com/book-call-avalara/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463128365_559270206581985_4503730287072885263_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=37VGQvzr7DwQ7kNvgE9uwjb&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AObUrOloXmV5mxomHgcZk8A&oh=00_AYCsggqx-IZPqF2GlfSLwvseLM5EWxdggWO_phsaa-CLvQ&oe=67138574	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Zamp	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,187,704	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2187702}'	No	2024-10-14 21:03	active	1628			LEARN_MORE	https://zamp.com/book-call-avalara/	Zamp	https://www.facebook.com/zamptax/	3	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	zamp.com	CAROUSEL		https://zamp.com/book-call-avalara/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463128365_559270206581985_4503730287072885263_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=37VGQvzr7DwQ7kNvgE9uwjb&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AObUrOloXmV5mxomHgcZk8A&oh=00_AYCsggqx-IZPqF2GlfSLwvseLM5EWxdggWO_phsaa-CLvQ&oe=67138574	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Zamp	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,187,705	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2187702}'	No	2024-10-14 21:03	active	1628			LEARN_MORE	https://zamp.com/book-call-avalara/	Zamp	https://www.facebook.com/zamptax/	3	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	zamp.com	CAROUSEL		https://zamp.com/book-call-avalara/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463128365_559270206581985_4503730287072885263_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=37VGQvzr7DwQ7kNvgE9uwjb&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AObUrOloXmV5mxomHgcZk8A&oh=00_AYCsggqx-IZPqF2GlfSLwvseLM5EWxdggWO_phsaa-CLvQ&oe=67138574	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Zamp	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,187,724	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-14 21:03	active	1628	Info Lighting \| Illuminated by Design Since 1989		SHOP_NOW	https://infolighting.com/collections/rechargeable-	INFO Lighting	https://www.facebook.com/infolightingLA/	582	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	infolighting.com	CAROUSEL		https://infolighting.com/collections/rechargeable-lighting	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463335390_8971998516184662_3208931171744324062_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=DcoTALx5J1EQ7kNvgGWqJlE&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AF3O768-aSPFFEnIHVm71Cs&oh=00_AYBjau3IJBZgovFb4JK_JjcHHvif0F32vD9UtcAEm8pohA&oe=67138724	PERSON_PROFILE	0	INFO Lighting	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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