Ethan very quickly realized just how wrong he had been.Walking into the office, he was met with a wall of silence and piercing stares that branded him an outcast, a pariah in everyone’s eyes.That day, the big shots at the company summoned him to the boardroom.The atmosphere was tense, the company’s top brass sitting around the table with grim expressions. The air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.The head of the legal department, seated across from him with a stone-faced expression, cut right to the chase. “Ethan, the company can’t bear the fallout from your scandal any longer. The mess you’ve dragged us into has severely tarnished our reputation. The higher-ups have unanimously decided—you’re out. Effective immediately.”Ethan’s heart skipped a beat, but he quickly masked his shock, straightening in his seat. “Out? After everything I’ve done for this place? This scandal won’t even leave a dent in the company. Why am I the one being thrown under the bus?”The legal h
He gazed at the photo on the desk, his thoughts tangled in a storm of regret. Memories surged forward, overwhelming him like an unstoppable tide.He thought about all the little moments we had shared—those once-insignificant details now cut through him like a blade.He remembered how I would quietly prepare dinner, waiting for him no matter how late he returned. My tender smile, my eyes watching over him with care, and the words I always said: “You must be tired. I’ve made you some soup.”Whenever he was exhausted, it had been my voice that gave him warmth.However, how had he responded? Whenever I confided my small hurts, he brushed them aside with a cold, “Stop making a big deal out of nothing.”I had set aside my dreams to support his ambitions, but he never even noticed how much I had sacrificed for him.His heart had been elsewhere, captured by Aria, that enchantress.And now, faced with the wreckage of his mistakes, he finally understood—I had been the one who truly loved
Aria’s career had evaporated. Partnerships with brands dissolved, and her once-glittering achievements had become a tarnished memory.On social media, she endured a relentless barrage of insults and ridicule. With no income and credit card debt piling up like a looming mountain, she was on the brink of eviction.Back when Ethan had been her rock, she had breezed through life’s challenges with ease. Now, left to fend for herself, every step felt like trudging through quicksand.One night, as she stared out of her tiny, rented room into the dark void beyond, a desperate idea struck her—she should seek out Ethan. Maybe he would still lend her a hand.She clung to the hope that their history might sway him, that he hadn’t fully moved on and would spare her some cash in her time of need.The following day, she dressed plainly, aiming for an appearance of vulnerability, and made her way to Ethan’s place. Her heart raced as she knocked, half-expecting him to melt at the sight of her as h
I opened my eyes to the sting of sunlight and the rhythmic crash of waves in my ears.I stood on a beach I knew all too well, the sea breeze caressing my skin, the salty tang of the air sharp on my tongue.My heart pounded in my chest. This couldn’t be a dream, could it? Once again, I was there, standing in that long-lost summer.Looking down, I saw my youthful self, dressed for the season, my bare feet sinking into soft, sun-warmed sand. Everything was as it had been in those days I now regretted not cherishing more.I had lost count of how many nights I had dreamed of returning to this place, but this time... it all felt so real.“Could this be... that day?” I whispered to myself as fragmented memories began to fall into place, like pieces of a puzzle clicking together.A voice snapped me from my reverie.“Ethan, what are you spacing out for? Come on! The sand’s so soft over here!”Her voice was like a spark igniting my soul.I spun around, and there she was—Wendy—just a sto
The lifeboat had only two seats left.My hands were clammy, and my heart pounded with rising panic.Without thinking, I grabbed Ethan Gibson’s wrist. “Please, don’t leave me,” I whispered.He jerked his hand away, shooting me an annoyed look.There she was—Aria York, the girl of his dreams—standing beside him with a perfectly practiced worried expression.“Aria can’t swim. I need to get her to safety first. Wendy, this isn’t the time to pick fights over nothing. You’re not really jealous, are you?” he chided.His words hit me like a bucket of ice water. Jealous?His voice turned icy, almost scolding. “What else do you want from me? Isn’t it enough that I gave you my life jacket? You can swim, can’t you?”“I... I can’t. Not really. I’m pregnant, and I’m scared...” My voice broke as I tried to explain, my plea barely audible.He dismissed me with a wave. “That’s enough! You’re always making a scene, and now you’re lying too? Grow up, Wendy. Why are you putting on such an act?”
Out of nowhere, a tourist cried out, “Look! There’s someone else out there, drifting in the ocean! We’ve got to save her!”The rescue team sprang into action, their radio crackling with urgent commands: “A person in distress spotted nearby. Move out for immediate support.”As Ethan and Aria’s boat docked, a crowd had already formed, buzzing with speculation.A fellow passenger approached Ethan, giving his shoulder a light tap. “Maybe you should check it out? They say someone just died over there. I’m worried…”Ethan remained unfazed, casually waving off the concern. “No way. She’s an ace swimmer—used to compete when she was younger. Plus, she’s got her life jacket on. She’s probably just waiting for the next boat. She’s fine.”Right then, a rescue squad passed by, carrying a stretcher draped in white. The onlookers murmured among themselves, their voices tinged with shock and grief they couldn’t quite conceal.“They say the woman they found was in bad shape,” someone whispered. “
The room reeked of disinfectant, a stark contrast to the warmth it once held. A chilling white sheet covered what had once been a living, breathing person. Ethan’s eyes were hollow, refusing to accept the grim reality before him.“No way... This can’t be happening…” he whispered, his voice heavy with denial and trembling despair, as though trying to convince himself—or anyone who would listen—that this wasn’t real.He stood frozen, unable to take a step closer. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned ghostly white, a faint tremor betraying the anxiety coursing through him.“It’s gotta be a hoax, some kind of sick joke… She can’t be…” His gaze shot upward, his eyes ablaze with a mix of doubt and rage, as though searching for signs of an elaborate trick.“Do you really not see the truth?!” His parents stormed toward him, their anger cutting through the room like a blade.His mother, her face streaked with tears, cried out, “Look at her! Look at your wife! What
The live stream chat exploded:[Can you believe it? Aria’s still playing the innocent card.][She looks so fake, being all “woe is me”—it’s disgusting!][Man, she’s a pro at blaming others. Doesn’t own up to anything!]Aria continued, her voice trembling in what appeared to be raw emotion. “It’s tough for me too, you know. I never wanted any of this mess. Hurting people? That’s the last thing on my mind… None of this is my fault, for real…”Aria nailed the victim act. Her tears fell on cue, perfectly timed to make her look like the one most hurt by all the drama.Ethan stared at the screen, disbelief etched across his face.Was she seriously dumping all the blame on him?His mind reeled, unable to process what he was seeing.He had thought of himself as her knight in shining armor, enduring the storm of public outrage, standing tall against all the hate hurled their way. And now, here she was, throwing him under the bus without hesitation.His phone nearly slipped from his ha
I opened my eyes to the sting of sunlight and the rhythmic crash of waves in my ears.I stood on a beach I knew all too well, the sea breeze caressing my skin, the salty tang of the air sharp on my tongue.My heart pounded in my chest. This couldn’t be a dream, could it? Once again, I was there, standing in that long-lost summer.Looking down, I saw my youthful self, dressed for the season, my bare feet sinking into soft, sun-warmed sand. Everything was as it had been in those days I now regretted not cherishing more.I had lost count of how many nights I had dreamed of returning to this place, but this time... it all felt so real.“Could this be... that day?” I whispered to myself as fragmented memories began to fall into place, like pieces of a puzzle clicking together.A voice snapped me from my reverie.“Ethan, what are you spacing out for? Come on! The sand’s so soft over here!”Her voice was like a spark igniting my soul.I spun around, and there she was—Wendy—just a sto
Aria’s career had evaporated. Partnerships with brands dissolved, and her once-glittering achievements had become a tarnished memory.On social media, she endured a relentless barrage of insults and ridicule. With no income and credit card debt piling up like a looming mountain, she was on the brink of eviction.Back when Ethan had been her rock, she had breezed through life’s challenges with ease. Now, left to fend for herself, every step felt like trudging through quicksand.One night, as she stared out of her tiny, rented room into the dark void beyond, a desperate idea struck her—she should seek out Ethan. Maybe he would still lend her a hand.She clung to the hope that their history might sway him, that he hadn’t fully moved on and would spare her some cash in her time of need.The following day, she dressed plainly, aiming for an appearance of vulnerability, and made her way to Ethan’s place. Her heart raced as she knocked, half-expecting him to melt at the sight of her as h
He gazed at the photo on the desk, his thoughts tangled in a storm of regret. Memories surged forward, overwhelming him like an unstoppable tide.He thought about all the little moments we had shared—those once-insignificant details now cut through him like a blade.He remembered how I would quietly prepare dinner, waiting for him no matter how late he returned. My tender smile, my eyes watching over him with care, and the words I always said: “You must be tired. I’ve made you some soup.”Whenever he was exhausted, it had been my voice that gave him warmth.However, how had he responded? Whenever I confided my small hurts, he brushed them aside with a cold, “Stop making a big deal out of nothing.”I had set aside my dreams to support his ambitions, but he never even noticed how much I had sacrificed for him.His heart had been elsewhere, captured by Aria, that enchantress.And now, faced with the wreckage of his mistakes, he finally understood—I had been the one who truly loved
Ethan very quickly realized just how wrong he had been.Walking into the office, he was met with a wall of silence and piercing stares that branded him an outcast, a pariah in everyone’s eyes.That day, the big shots at the company summoned him to the boardroom.The atmosphere was tense, the company’s top brass sitting around the table with grim expressions. The air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.The head of the legal department, seated across from him with a stone-faced expression, cut right to the chase. “Ethan, the company can’t bear the fallout from your scandal any longer. The mess you’ve dragged us into has severely tarnished our reputation. The higher-ups have unanimously decided—you’re out. Effective immediately.”Ethan’s heart skipped a beat, but he quickly masked his shock, straightening in his seat. “Out? After everything I’ve done for this place? This scandal won’t even leave a dent in the company. Why am I the one being thrown under the bus?”The legal h
Aria slipped up. Just a few words, and her carefully constructed act crumbled. She wasn't the innocent victim she pretended to be on her live stream.She spilled the beans, admitting she knew the whole scoop on the scandal from the get-go and had been pulling strings on the sly to save her own skin.Ethan stared at her, his disappointment and anger hardening into a steely resolve.Without a word, he stood, grabbed his jacket, and walked out of the café without looking back.Back home, Ethan didn't waste a moment. He uploaded the recording of their argument to the internet.He knew the recording would tear off Aria's mask and expose her true self to the world.Boy, did it ever.The recording went viral almost instantly, setting the internet ablaze.When people heard Aria's careless confession, the truth clicked: she wasn't a helpless victim but the mastermind behind the entire sham.[Aria's a real piece of work, huh? Heartless, and she dragged Ethan down with her!][She played
The live stream chat exploded:[Can you believe it? Aria’s still playing the innocent card.][She looks so fake, being all “woe is me”—it’s disgusting!][Man, she’s a pro at blaming others. Doesn’t own up to anything!]Aria continued, her voice trembling in what appeared to be raw emotion. “It’s tough for me too, you know. I never wanted any of this mess. Hurting people? That’s the last thing on my mind… None of this is my fault, for real…”Aria nailed the victim act. Her tears fell on cue, perfectly timed to make her look like the one most hurt by all the drama.Ethan stared at the screen, disbelief etched across his face.Was she seriously dumping all the blame on him?His mind reeled, unable to process what he was seeing.He had thought of himself as her knight in shining armor, enduring the storm of public outrage, standing tall against all the hate hurled their way. And now, here she was, throwing him under the bus without hesitation.His phone nearly slipped from his ha
The room reeked of disinfectant, a stark contrast to the warmth it once held. A chilling white sheet covered what had once been a living, breathing person. Ethan’s eyes were hollow, refusing to accept the grim reality before him.“No way... This can’t be happening…” he whispered, his voice heavy with denial and trembling despair, as though trying to convince himself—or anyone who would listen—that this wasn’t real.He stood frozen, unable to take a step closer. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned ghostly white, a faint tremor betraying the anxiety coursing through him.“It’s gotta be a hoax, some kind of sick joke… She can’t be…” His gaze shot upward, his eyes ablaze with a mix of doubt and rage, as though searching for signs of an elaborate trick.“Do you really not see the truth?!” His parents stormed toward him, their anger cutting through the room like a blade.His mother, her face streaked with tears, cried out, “Look at her! Look at your wife! What
Out of nowhere, a tourist cried out, “Look! There’s someone else out there, drifting in the ocean! We’ve got to save her!”The rescue team sprang into action, their radio crackling with urgent commands: “A person in distress spotted nearby. Move out for immediate support.”As Ethan and Aria’s boat docked, a crowd had already formed, buzzing with speculation.A fellow passenger approached Ethan, giving his shoulder a light tap. “Maybe you should check it out? They say someone just died over there. I’m worried…”Ethan remained unfazed, casually waving off the concern. “No way. She’s an ace swimmer—used to compete when she was younger. Plus, she’s got her life jacket on. She’s probably just waiting for the next boat. She’s fine.”Right then, a rescue squad passed by, carrying a stretcher draped in white. The onlookers murmured among themselves, their voices tinged with shock and grief they couldn’t quite conceal.“They say the woman they found was in bad shape,” someone whispered. “
The lifeboat had only two seats left.My hands were clammy, and my heart pounded with rising panic.Without thinking, I grabbed Ethan Gibson’s wrist. “Please, don’t leave me,” I whispered.He jerked his hand away, shooting me an annoyed look.There she was—Aria York, the girl of his dreams—standing beside him with a perfectly practiced worried expression.“Aria can’t swim. I need to get her to safety first. Wendy, this isn’t the time to pick fights over nothing. You’re not really jealous, are you?” he chided.His words hit me like a bucket of ice water. Jealous?His voice turned icy, almost scolding. “What else do you want from me? Isn’t it enough that I gave you my life jacket? You can swim, can’t you?”“I... I can’t. Not really. I’m pregnant, and I’m scared...” My voice broke as I tried to explain, my plea barely audible.He dismissed me with a wave. “That’s enough! You’re always making a scene, and now you’re lying too? Grow up, Wendy. Why are you putting on such an act?”