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The twilight painted the patio in hues of soft lavender and deep indigo, a serene backdrop to the women gathered there. The remnants of a sumptuous dinner lay scattered across the table: the glistening sheen of roast beef, the vibrant medley of stir-fried vegetables, and the fluffy, golden husks of baked potatoes. A half-empty bottle of ruby-red wine stood as a testament to their shared evening, its rich aroma mingling with the crisp, cool air. Earlier, they had ventured into the dense, whispering woods, guided by a local who possessed an intimate knowledge of the terrain. The scent of damp earth and pine needles had filled their lungs as they explored, a welcome escape from the everyday. Returning to the cozy cabin, they had indulged in afternoon tea, the delicate porcelain cups filled with steaming liquid and the air thick with the sweet scent of freshly baked biscuits. Then, Cindy, the self-proclaimed chef of their retreat, had orchestrated a culinary masterpiece, c
Last Updated : 2025-03-18THE ABANDONED WIFE THE PROPOSAL
Introductions were swiftly exchanged between the two groups of students, a flurry of names and tentative smiles in the bustling campus environment. One of the young men, a perceptive fellow named Kevin, subtly nudged his friend Dante. He had keenly observed the almost palpable spark of attraction that flickered between Dante and the captivating Megan during their brief initial encounter. Recognizing a promising opportunity for his friend, Kevin casually suggested they all grab lunch together in the student cafeteria.Queen, however, felt a knot of unease tighten in her stomach at the prospect of immediately socializing with a group of boys on their very first day navigating the sprawling university grounds. She had always been cautious and preferred to establish her footing before venturing into unfamiliar social dynamics. But Megan, her new roommate, seemed utterly charmed by Dante’s quiet intensity, her eyes already reflecting a nascent infatuation. Reluctantly, not wanting to
Last Updated : 2025-03-18THE ABANDONED WIFE EGG-BOMBED
"Country pumpkin!" The insult, laced with a cruel, mocking sweetness, sliced through the air, followed by the sickening thud of something soft and viscous striking the back of Megan's head. The sticky, pungent substance oozed into her hair, a grotesque parody of a country harvest.Megan, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs, whirled around. She had been caught in the frantic churn between classes, the minutes slipping through her fingers like sand. Her last lecture had bled into the next, leaving her scrambling to make up for lost time. Now, she was faced with a trio of girls, their laughter echoing in the deserted hallway like the cackle of hyenas."What is your problem?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and bewildered confusion. She fumbled with her handkerchief, attempting to wipe the foul-smelling goo from her hair, the thought of returning to the hostel for a desperate, cleansing shower a tempting escape.The girl in the centre, a caricat
Last Updated : 2025-03-25THE ABANDONED WIFE STAY AWAY FROM MEGAN
The murmur rippled through the crowded hallways of the second floor, a wave of hushed excitement and morbid curiosity. Dante, his heart hammering against his ribs, propelled himself forward, his friends trailing close behind. The snatches of conversation they’d overheard – a fight, girls involved, and then the chillingly familiar name, Megan – had sent a jolt of adrenaline through him. He had to know what was happening.The scene that unfolded before them was a tableau of raw emotion. Lizbeth stood near the stairwell, her face streaked with tears that carved clean paths through the dust on her cheeks. Her voice, thick with sobs, reached Dante’s ears. "I was only trying to help," she choked out, her small frame trembling.The initial sympathy of the small crowd that had gathered was visibly shifting. Whispers turned to pointed glances, and a palpable air of disapproval began to emanate from them. Lizbeth’s eyes darted around, a flicker of panic in their depths. Her reputation, car
Last Updated : 2025-03-26THE ABANDONED WIFE RED FLAG
The sight of Lizbeth’s tear-streaked face and trembling form tugged at the heartstrings of Dante’s friends. They exchanged knowing glances, a silent understanding passing between them. "Just let her be, Dante," one of them advised, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "After all, we grew up together. People might naturally consider her your childhood sweetheart." Dante bristled at the insinuation. "I have a girlfriend," he stated firmly, his voice carrying a clear warning. "So please, let this be the last time I hear about this!" He genuinely cared for Megan and the thought of her misinterpreting his connection with Lizbeth sent a wave of anxiety through him. He wanted to build something real with her, something untainted by past associations. Reaching for his wallet, he extracted a credit card and tossed it towards Lizbeth, who stood looking forlorn. "You can shop for whatever you want," he said, his tone clipped but not unkind. "I need to find my girlfriend." With tha
Last Updated : 2025-03-26THE ABANDONED WIFE MISTRESS MATERIAL
Rich trailed behind Liana, his footsteps heavy with unspoken resentment. She had been relentless in her demands for a shopping excursion, her persistent nagging finally eroding his resistance. He had given in, hoping a few hours of retail therapy might appease her and grant him some much-needed peace.Liana, oblivious or perhaps deliberately ignoring his dark mood, was chattering animatedly about the latest trends and celebrity gossip. Noticing his continued silence, she skipped back to him, her movements light and carefree. "Honey, cheer up," she chirped, playfully swinging his lapel like a spoiled child seeking attention.Rich had been deliberately creating distance between them lately. He’d leave for work before the first hint of dawn, ensuring he was gone before Liana even stirred. Beth preferred to take her meals in her room, leaving Liana to navigate the vast, echoing spaces alone, boredom her constant companion. Even the household staff seemed to avoid her, materializing on
Last Updated : 2025-03-26THE ABANDONED WIFE FLIGHT TO NEVERLAND
Rich stood by his car, his gaze fixed on the endless rows of vehicles filling the mall's expansive carpark. A profound weariness settled over him, a bone-deep exhaustion that transcended mere physical fatigue. He yearned for escape, a desperate urge to slide behind the wheel and embark on an aimless drive, a journey to nowhere in particular, a flight to his own personal Neverland.The memory of his forced marriage to Megan surfaced, unbidden. He had envisioned a life of unrelenting misery, his only solace the sweet affection of Liana, his girlfriend. It was this belief that had fueled his resistance to the marriage, his deliberate refusal to acknowledge the genuine effort Megan had poured into their ill-fated union.But the landscape of his life had shifted dramatically in the few short months since his divorce. The rose that was Liana had inexplicably transformed into a sharp, unforgiving thorn. The woman who had once offered him immeasurable pleasure and comfort had morphed into
Last Updated : 2025-03-27THE ABANDONED WIFE YOU SLAPPED ME?
Liana stood frozen, her hand pressed against her stinging cheek, disbelief warring with a rising tide of fury. The skin beneath her palm throbbed, a burning heat that mirrored the humiliation flooding through her. A stark red imprint was already beginning to surface, a visible testament to the unthinkable. Her lover, Rich, the man who had never so much as raised his voice to her, the man who had showered her with pampering and indulged her every whim, had actually struck her."What is going on here?" Rich’s voice boomed, cutting through the stunned silence that had fallen over the boutique."Babe… you slapped me? Without even knowing what happened?" Liana stammered, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and outrage.Rich didn't even glance in her direction. His attention was fixed on the manager, the man’s badge a clear identifier amidst the unfolding chaos. "It would be best if you saw for yourself," the manager replied, his tone carefully neutral as he discreetly signalled to sec
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THE ABANDONED WIFE HE LEFT YOU FOR HER
The air in the grand hotel hall that was hosting the campus party crackled with an almost palpable energy.Lizbeth moved through the throng with the practised ease of a hostess. Her smile was bright, her greetings effusive, but behind the polished facade, her mind was a whirlwind of calculations and simmering resentments. Tonight was about more than just a simple college party; it was about subtly manoeuvring pieces on her own personal chessboard.Her gaze, sharp and assessing, swept across the room, finally settling on a figure standing somewhat apart near the ornate bar. Wendy, Dante’s ex-girlfriend, exuded a quiet intensity, a hint of lingering pain, hidden in her eyes.Wendy had arrived with a singular purpose: to see Dante, to gauge the possibility of rekindling a flame she believed had never truly died. Seeing him across the room, laughing with a group of men, a familiar ache resonated within her.Lizbeth, ever the opportunist, had invited Wendy, not as a potential ally but a
THE ABANDONED WIFE SOME KIND OF WALKING ATM
The grand ballroom buzzed with vibrant energy, the air thick with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. The party was in full swing, a celebratory affair following the successful signing of a crucial international investment contract. Yet, amidst the revelry, Rich, the company's usually charismatic CEO, stood apart. He was a solitary figure in a dimly lit corner, a glass of amber liquid clutched in his hand, its contents barely touched. The truth was, he hadn't wanted to be here. The weight of the day's intense negotiations still pressed heavily on him, and all he truly desired was the quiet solitude of his home. However, his position demanded his presence, a symbol of gratitude and success for the visiting investors. Across the room, Liana was a whirlwind of practised charm, embodying the role of the perfect hostess. She glided from table to table, her laughter echoing, ensuring her presence was felt by every guest. A carefully cultivated percept
THE ABANDONED WIFE ARE YOU THREATENING ME?
Queen sighed, running a hand through her hair. She had noticed the dreamy look on Megan's and the soft hum on her lips, indicating that something might have transpired that day. She had also missed classes, which had never occurred before."It must be Dante" she guessed."Queen, we cleared things up." She said as she smiled at her friend and explained what happened earlier.Megan's blissful ignorance was starting to grate on her nerves. "Megan," she began again, trying to keep her tone gentle, "I'm just saying, isn't it a little convenient that Dante suddenly has all the answers and Lizbeth is just… a liar?"Megan's smile faltered slightly. "But Queen, he explained everything! He said Lizbeth was just someone his family knew a long time ago, and she's always been a bit… dramatic. He said he told her to stop spreading rumours."Queen raised an eyebrow. "And you believe that wholeheartedly?""Yes!" Megan insisted, her smile returning with a touch of defiance. "Dante wouldn't lie to me.
THE ABANDONED WIFE I WOULD NEVER CHEAT ON YOU
"Megan, Megan, wait up!" Dante's voice echoed down the hallway.Megan was coming from her room, ready to start her day. She had lessons lined up throughout the day and was already running late for her first class.She rounded the corner and headed to the lecture room when she saw him, Dante. He leaned against the cool, tiled wall, arms crossed, a familiar, persistent look in his eyes. It had become a pattern, this unexpected appearance wherever she went – the library, the cafeteria, even the quiet courtyard where she sometimes ate lunch. He had been stalking her, showing up wherever.A wave of frustration washed over her. Ignoring him had been her strategy, a silent but firm declaration of disinterest. But seeing him waiting there, so deliberately, sent a shiver of unease down her spine. Without breaking stride, she executed a sharp about-face, her heels clicking against the floor as she headed towards the staff room door. She would just pretend that she was there for her lecturer.
THE ABANDONED WIFE YOU SLAPPED ME?
Liana stood frozen, her hand pressed against her stinging cheek, disbelief warring with a rising tide of fury. The skin beneath her palm throbbed, a burning heat that mirrored the humiliation flooding through her. A stark red imprint was already beginning to surface, a visible testament to the unthinkable. Her lover, Rich, the man who had never so much as raised his voice to her, the man who had showered her with pampering and indulged her every whim, had actually struck her."What is going on here?" Rich’s voice boomed, cutting through the stunned silence that had fallen over the boutique."Babe… you slapped me? Without even knowing what happened?" Liana stammered, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and outrage.Rich didn't even glance in her direction. His attention was fixed on the manager, the man’s badge a clear identifier amidst the unfolding chaos. "It would be best if you saw for yourself," the manager replied, his tone carefully neutral as he discreetly signalled to sec
THE ABANDONED WIFE FLIGHT TO NEVERLAND
Rich stood by his car, his gaze fixed on the endless rows of vehicles filling the mall's expansive carpark. A profound weariness settled over him, a bone-deep exhaustion that transcended mere physical fatigue. He yearned for escape, a desperate urge to slide behind the wheel and embark on an aimless drive, a journey to nowhere in particular, a flight to his own personal Neverland.The memory of his forced marriage to Megan surfaced, unbidden. He had envisioned a life of unrelenting misery, his only solace the sweet affection of Liana, his girlfriend. It was this belief that had fueled his resistance to the marriage, his deliberate refusal to acknowledge the genuine effort Megan had poured into their ill-fated union.But the landscape of his life had shifted dramatically in the few short months since his divorce. The rose that was Liana had inexplicably transformed into a sharp, unforgiving thorn. The woman who had once offered him immeasurable pleasure and comfort had morphed into
THE ABANDONED WIFE MISTRESS MATERIAL
Rich trailed behind Liana, his footsteps heavy with unspoken resentment. She had been relentless in her demands for a shopping excursion, her persistent nagging finally eroding his resistance. He had given in, hoping a few hours of retail therapy might appease her and grant him some much-needed peace.Liana, oblivious or perhaps deliberately ignoring his dark mood, was chattering animatedly about the latest trends and celebrity gossip. Noticing his continued silence, she skipped back to him, her movements light and carefree. "Honey, cheer up," she chirped, playfully swinging his lapel like a spoiled child seeking attention.Rich had been deliberately creating distance between them lately. He’d leave for work before the first hint of dawn, ensuring he was gone before Liana even stirred. Beth preferred to take her meals in her room, leaving Liana to navigate the vast, echoing spaces alone, boredom her constant companion. Even the household staff seemed to avoid her, materializing on
THE ABANDONED WIFE RED FLAG
The sight of Lizbeth’s tear-streaked face and trembling form tugged at the heartstrings of Dante’s friends. They exchanged knowing glances, a silent understanding passing between them. "Just let her be, Dante," one of them advised, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "After all, we grew up together. People might naturally consider her your childhood sweetheart." Dante bristled at the insinuation. "I have a girlfriend," he stated firmly, his voice carrying a clear warning. "So please, let this be the last time I hear about this!" He genuinely cared for Megan and the thought of her misinterpreting his connection with Lizbeth sent a wave of anxiety through him. He wanted to build something real with her, something untainted by past associations. Reaching for his wallet, he extracted a credit card and tossed it towards Lizbeth, who stood looking forlorn. "You can shop for whatever you want," he said, his tone clipped but not unkind. "I need to find my girlfriend." With tha
THE ABANDONED WIFE STAY AWAY FROM MEGAN
The murmur rippled through the crowded hallways of the second floor, a wave of hushed excitement and morbid curiosity. Dante, his heart hammering against his ribs, propelled himself forward, his friends trailing close behind. The snatches of conversation they’d overheard – a fight, girls involved, and then the chillingly familiar name, Megan – had sent a jolt of adrenaline through him. He had to know what was happening.The scene that unfolded before them was a tableau of raw emotion. Lizbeth stood near the stairwell, her face streaked with tears that carved clean paths through the dust on her cheeks. Her voice, thick with sobs, reached Dante’s ears. "I was only trying to help," she choked out, her small frame trembling.The initial sympathy of the small crowd that had gathered was visibly shifting. Whispers turned to pointed glances, and a palpable air of disapproval began to emanate from them. Lizbeth’s eyes darted around, a flicker of panic in their depths. Her reputation, car
