Evie Osas
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Evie Osas's Books and Stories
THE LOVE AFFAIR
Fantasy "THE LOVE AFFAIR"
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the promise of a wedding, lies a web of emotions entangling three lives. Adrian, the steadfast and reliable fiancé, eagerly anticipates his future with Annabella, an ethereal beauty whose elegance hides the turmoil within. Yet, within the confines of their professional world, Annabella’s interactions with Alex, her enigmatic boss, unravel a forbidden affair, igniting a tempest of emotions and unspoken desires.
As the wedding preparations intensify, Annabella grapples with conflicting feelings, torn between the stability promised by Adrian and the enigmatic allure of Alex. Hidden desires clash with societal expectations, pushing Annabella into a world of guilt, secrecy, and emotional turmoil. Meanwhile, Adrian remains oblivious, his excitement for their impending union clouding the turmoil brewing beneath the surface.
The story weaves a tale of love, betrayal, and the complexities of the human heart. With each clandestine meeting, Annabella’s inner conflict escalates, and the stakes grow higher. Confrontations loom on the horizon, forcing Annabella to confront her true feelings and the consequences of her actions.
In "THE LOVE AFFAIR," the facade of stability cracks, revealing the raw, intricate emotions and tangled desires of three individuals navigating the uncharted territories of love, trust, and self-discovery. As the story unfolds, hearts will be tested, alliances will shift, and the undeniable allure of forbidden love will challenge the very fabric of their lives, culminating in a poignant tale of acceptance, growth, and the enduring complexities of human relationships. You might like
Ex-Wife, Please Have Some Self-Respect
Fritz Heaney I was driving through a rainstorm in upstate New York, pushing my old Volvo to the limit just to pick up a Dior gown for my wife, Catarina. She needed it for a gala tonight, where she planned to spend the evening standing next to the man she actually loved, Atticus Deleon.
The truck hit me head-on, crossing the center line and sending my car rolling down an embankment in a shriek of twisted metal and shattered glass. As the steering column crushed my chest, my brain didn't see a white light; it was pried open by a digital tsunami, flooding my mind with the "Quantum Archive"-billions of data points on surgery, high-frequency trading, and combat.
I woke up in the ICU with three broken ribs and a concussion, but the only thing waiting for me was a screaming voicemail from my wife's assistant.
"Jorden, where the hell are you? Catarina has been waiting for thirty minutes! You are so incompetent it's actually impressive."
There was no "Are you okay?" or "Are you alive?"-only fury over a ruined dress and a missing tie. While I was being resuscitated, my wife was on Instagram, singing "Endless Love" with Atticus and laughing at my "tantrum." She even called the family lawyer to freeze my credit cards, wanting to make sure I couldn't even buy a coffee without her permission.
For three years, I had been the "useful husband," the doormat who apologized whenever she stepped on my toes. But the accident had overwritten my desperation with cold, hard logic, and I realized I had almost died for a woman who viewed me as a liability with a negative return on investment.
When Catarina finally stormed into my hospital room to demand an apology for ruining her night, I didn't look at her with the usual puppy-dog eyes. I looked at her with ice in my veins and handed her a manila envelope I had drafted myself.
"Sign the divorce papers, Ms. Evans. I'm done being your canary."