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2024-10-29 19:42:56Christabel was glad he was making an effort. Any woman would feel the same way. But there was a part of her that got jealous.
Because she knew that at one point, Arlan was also showing effort towards other women, especially Mary.
Stop thinking silly stuff. Christabel chastised herself. There was no point thinking about the past. At that moment, they were together, and Arlan loved her more than anyone else.
With that in mind, it did not take long for the negative thoughts to be pushed back inside her head. She focused her attention now on Arlan.
“How do you feel, baby? Are you enjoying yourself?” Christabel asked sweetly with a bright smile on her face as she handed over a glass of wine towards Arlan.
They were on one of the beaches in South Africa, and they were so happy and so much in love. It was like they were on their honeymoon. It was the best place for that.
He was grinning when he accepted the wine glass. Arlan made a toas
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That he was flesh and blood like the rest of them.With George’s death, Mary’s relationship with the mom only deteriorated further. Nothing was ever right enough for her mum. Regardless of what accomplishment she had made, it was never enough.Because of that, Mary had always assumed Carole didn’t love her and seeing how distant they had further become only reaffirmed her doubts. In truth, Mary was not surprised by it, but it was still something that was hard for her to accept. It still hurts big-time when your family could not accept you, especially when you just lost someone important.Just like that, after their exchange where Carole verbally blamed Mary for George’s death, Mary was done with. Her world collapsed.At that time, she wept like a child, but Carole didn’t bother.Feeling exhausted and giving up on her mother, who did not treat her as her daughter, Mary left home while in college.So many ye
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Walter pitted him against a player by the name of Hillary. It was interesting for Mary to see another poker player who was a female and has a very good reputation in the tournament.Hillary had become the runner’s up in the last tournament, so this game was loaded with many tensions. The two guys were good players, but there could only be one winner for the tournament.For some reason, Mary got nervous for Jerry. Well, she knew that he was really good at what he was doing, but a part of her still worried about it.And that moment, Mary realized that she had already treated Jerry as more than just a friend. Well, they did fuck, so he was already more than a friend probably from that point.Sadly her plan to make it just a one-night stand did not turn out as planned. Jerry had already crept into her broken and exhausted heart before she even realized it.Now, she was already aware of it but not sure what to do next. After all, Jerry was still a
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Mary didn’t want to be connected with another friend of a friend. Such connections are what got her into trouble in the first place: she was trying to help the friend of her ex-boyfriend.So she needed to learn this time. Even when Jimmy was really in trouble or anyone else was in trouble, she needed to take care of herself first.Mary knew that she needed to harden her heart so that she wouldn’t be in a very compromising position.Never again, she vowed to herself silently. Well, at least, she wouldn’t do it in a drastic way like what happened to her recently.She was sure that she was making the right choice to go to her house and deal with her demons.With that in mind, she drove herself home, and as she had expected, she found yet another note warning her of playing games.I won’t be this kind with you anymore, the note read, and Mary threw it in the trash. Even if she was
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“That guy kept talking about you. He’s so hooked,” Vera, Rose’s roommate, said after the bash. If one looked closer, one would notice a glint of jealousy in her eyes as well. If Rose realized this, she would be very surprised. However, Rose was never the type to bother with such things. But Vera’s statement was still baffling. “How do you know that? He didn’t tell you, did he?” Rose asked eventually with unmasked confusion. Vera laughed before she snorted as if the question was a joke to her. “He didn’t have to tell me. He kept asking Greg about you,” Vera said while looking at Rose with a mysterious smile. Greg was Vera’s boyfriend. “Okay,” Rose said nonchalantly. It was her way to tell the other woman that she was not willing to talk about the topic any further. However, Vera was always the nosy type. It was like she gets happy to know a lot of news about someone. The next time Vera talked about Walter was when she wa
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Arlan and Christabel were spending the last day of their vacation. Christabel was relaxed, but Arlan was tensed, knowing the mess he had left back in Chicago.He knew he couldn’t let Christabel and stay there longer, even when that was the only that he wanted at that moment.The vacation was the best time of his life. Every minute of it was blissful. If he would have another chance or choice, he would stay there forever.But he could not be selfish with Christabel. What they have was something really special for him. He was never that happy before.So for Christabel, they need to go back.She had work to go back to and a loving family.Her friends were in Chicago. Her life was there. Arlan, on the other hand, didn’t have much left in Chicago. He didn’t even have a job, and he had kept that a secret to Christabel.In fact, he was not sure how to tell him that. Arlan was hoping to set up a business later for them. Or h
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She heard someone clap and saw that not far from them stood Jerry.“Who did you say he is to you?” Jerry asked, and Mary wanted to slap him so hard he would forget.“I would have told you it’s none of your business, but since you helped me, you really need to know. That man is the father of all evil,” Mary said. “It’s because of him that I have had sleepless nights, and he alone knows where he has been. I won’t stop until he begs for forgiveness,” Mary said, then walked away from Jerry.Arlan turned and saw Jerry, and he hurriedly walked away because of embarrassment.“I will never understand women. I didn’t know Mary could be so vengeful. Could she be using me to get her revenge,” Jerry asked herself, looking at Mary’s receding figure.Arlan got back home feeling frustrated. He had lost a poker game to some young guy whom he thought was full of himself.He hated t
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Jimmy had always had a soft spot for Arlan. he was slightly older than Arlan, so he saw him as his child and tried to guide him career-wise on how to make wise choices.All that had changed since he found out that Arlan had used his child’s sickness to his advantage and, in the process, tricked Mary.Arlan didn’t stop cursing. Inside the taxi that he took to a pub, he kept on cursing, and the driver only threw side glances at him, not knowing what to say.He paid the taxi driver and walked into the pub as though it was his home. He made an order for a beer.“I am sorry, it’s too early for that,” the bartender said, and Arlan didn’t spare him.The bar owner saved the poor bartender by suggesting that Arlan takes the beer home.Christabel’s first day at work went smoothly. Her colleagues saw her engagement ring, and they all sent her messages of congratulations though she knew some didn’t really
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She knew she was. She made heads turn, and her presence alone could make even the strongest man weak to his knees. Single men, dating, married, poor or rich all wanted her, but she went for Paul thinking he was the saint he portrayed himself to be.She could have said no, but she was confused. He might change, she thought, but now he wasn’t going to.He proved that over and over again. Dorothy got tired but didn’t know how to break up with him, and she was grateful he was finally gone, although she didn’t like the circumstances surrounding that fact.“Here is your tea,” she said as she placed the cup of tea on the table before Aston in his studio. She took a few sips of hers before placing her cup on the table too. “The weather outside is beautiful today.”“Yes. Yes, it is,” Aston confirmed, although his eyes never left Dorothy. “How about we go somewhere else while this dries?” he suggested.“Sure.”Together with their teas in their hands, they walked out of the studio. Instinctively
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Stella observed the interaction between the two, and once again, she knew she had lost Aston to Dorothy because he never looked at her the way he was looking at Dorothy, and that spoke volumes.Stella stood up and straightened out her dress.“I’ll check on you later, Aston, and nice to meet you, Dorothy,” she said with a smile and walked towards Steve.They bid each other farewell, and she left the room.Steve sat down in the chair Stella had just left vacant, crossing his arms over his chest again. He said with a strange emotion in his voice, “You mentioned something about you thinking Paul would change. Has he done something like this before?”Dorothy let out a heavy sigh before replying, “Yes. Yes, he has. Many times.”“Will you be able to testify against him in court?” Aston asked as calmly as he could.“Yes, I will. I think I’ve had enough of him,” she finalized.“Well, I admire your courage, my lady,” Steve commended, further encouraging Dorothy. “By the way, did you meet the pa
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‘’We caught this young woman trying to force her way into the ward, and we suspect she might be part of the paparazzi,” the first police officer answered.Steve observed Dorothy noting that she looked familiar then he remembered her. ‘It’s fine, boys. Let her through.The police officers released her arms, and Dorothy threw them a disdainful look, then sent a grateful one Steve’s way.He opened the door for her, and she walked in, thanking Steve with a smile.Steve closed the door with a gentle click and faced Dorothy. “He’s right this way. I’m not supposed to say this, Dorothy, but he’s been expecting you.”Expecting her? Did he want to see her? Did this have something to do with her, or did he just want to see her? She wished it was the latter.Wait, this is Steve, Aston’s best friend and the owner of ‘From Our Hearts’ gallery, but how did he know her?Steve seemed to sense her conflicting thoughts. He sighed and then said, “I can assure you that there’s nothing to fret about, and w
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