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The Heart Condition That Wasn't

The Heart Condition That Wasn't

My life was stable. I had a good tech job, a beautiful home in Seattle, and a decade-long marriage with Jessica, who I thought was the love of my life. She was supposed to be on an overseas work assignment, a big career move we celebrated. Then the key turned in the lock-a sound I hadn' t heard in two years. And she wasn't alone. She pushed a double stroller into our living room. "Michael," she calmly announced, "meet Leo and Lily. They' re mine. And Ethan' s." Ethan. Her high school sweetheart, the one she always said was terminally ill and she was just "helping." My heart jumped, then plummeted. For ten years, Jessica had told me her heart condition made pregnancy too dangerous. I believed her, mourned the children we couldn't have. Now, she waved a dismissive hand, "My doctor said IVF was perfectly safe." Then she handed me a baby, telling me to quit my demanding job. "They need a stay-at-home dad. My work is too important right now." It got worse. I found intimate emails between her and Ethan spanning years, even our wedding anniversary. And a second mortgage on our house, taken out without my knowledge, the money likely gone to him. The final, gut-wrenching blow: I followed her to a honky-tonk bar. There, Jessica, who claimed to hate country music and beer, was line-dancing, beaming up at Ethan-tanned, fit, and very much alive. The woman I married was a stranger. My world was built on a decade of calculated lies. Whatever I felt for her shriveled up and died. I was done arguing on her terms. The next morning, I had divorce papers drawn up. I wouldn' t let her destroy me. I would reclaim my life.
Best Friend's Lust

Best Friend's Lust

How do you feel when you got deceived by your best friend. Just to get you raped. Your male best friend. You got deceived, your best friend whom you trust so much tricked to a birthday party. Suddenly, he started acting cold and you're wondering why he's like that. Everyone gathered around you, smiling like devils. Your best friend pushed you to the floor, tore your dress and had his way. He raped you. Not listening to your cries, your pleas. How wicked he is. Everyone watched. Every f*cking one. You felt ashamed right? When they say bad things to you. Your best friend called you a whore, saying he never loved you as a friend but was just lusting after your body. He laughed at you, everyone mocked you. Even for being raped. What a pity! You can't do anything other than to stand up shamefully, embarrassedly and painfully walked out of the party. It gonna take long before overcoming that trauma. You tried to forget it. Traveled out of the country to begin a new life. Filled with hope. You don't wanna trust anyone again. Especially men. You became happy at last but the happiness didn't last when you finally found out that you're pregnant for the bastard. You never wished for that right? No one do too. But you got no choice dear. Abortion is risky. Nine months later, it's like heaven didn't smile on you when you gave birth to a set of twins. You laboured hard to take good care of them. And also, you're always shouting here and there because of your troublesome kids. Five years later, you saw the bastard again. That day, with your kids. Surprisingly, he told you, he never had peace since day he raped you. He wants your forgiveness. Haha! The question is, are you? Are you gonna forgive him? Think about what you went through. Will you? It's hard for some and easy for some. It's your choice. He's also trying to take responsibilities. He's trying to gain your trust again. Okay, let me stop here. Am Kira Michael. This is my story. It begins, right here.
He Tortured, Her Unexpected

He Tortured, Her Unexpected

Three years in gilded-cage Florence. Now I was back in Napa Valley, clutching my wedding invitation. My adoptive parents had exiled me with a brutal command: "Don't come back until Ethan is purged from your heart." I was here to marry Noah Williams, Ethan's best friend, proving I had moved on from my devastating, unrequited love for my adoptive brother. But then I saw him, at his family vineyard, his new, very public actress girlfriend, Brooke, clinging to him. He smirked, pulled her into a passionate kiss right in front of me, then scoffed when I presented my invitation. He ripped it to shreds, calling it a "pathetic stunt" to get his attention. From that moment, his cruelty, fueled by Brooke's manipulative games, became relentless. At poolside parties, at my final dress fitting, they mocked my engagement, fabricating lies, even allowing Brooke to physically harm me. He believed every accusation, every feigned sob, leaving me injured and humiliated. "Stop the theatrics, Ava," he'd sneered, ignoring my bleeding arm, rushing Brooke to safety over a minor scratch. My own adoptive parents silently approved of my torment, concerned only with their perfect family image. How could the boy who once protected me become this cold, heartless stranger? Why did he refuse to believe I had moved on? Every act of cruelty, every dismissal, twisted the knife of a love I was desperate to bury. My past with him was a nightmare that wouldn't end. On my wedding day, just before the ceremony, he abandoned me yet again for Brooke's false emergency, convinced I wouldn't go through with it. But as his car pulled away, a quiet resolve settled within me. His final act of abandonment was my true release. I was finally free. And he would never have power over me again.
Her Wedding

Her Wedding

Navi, a girl who gets rejected on the day of her wedding due to her being Mute. It was not her fault. It was never her fault yet she was the one who got punished. Her life took a turn when she got married to the best friend of the person she was about marry. Never been out of the town, for the first time she moved to London and her life changes. We sat in the car and I took out my phone from the purse. There were some messages from Jiya and Dad. I assured them that I am fine and we are heading to the airport to take the flight. " Anything serious? " I heard his voice and flinched. I shook my head and he nodded. I kept my phone back in the purse and started looking out of the window. I felt his gaze and turned my head towards him but he was looking at the other side. My palms were sweaty because of the nervousness. I looked at him to ask some questions but he was busy on his phone. I knocked on the window but he didn't listen. I looked to my right then left but found nothing which could attract his attention. I looked at my lap and my gaze fell on the bangles I was wearing. I bit my lower lip and started making a sound. I glared at him when he didn't look at me. What will make him distract his attention from that phone? I spread my hands at the front of his eyes and jingled the bangles. He looked at me while giving me a confusing look. Read more to know more... !!