บททั้งหมดของ MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Third person’s point of viewAs I made my way through the crowded airport, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over me. I had spent the past few weeks in this unfamiliar city, exploring its hidden gems, trying its exotic cuisine, and meeting new people. But now, it was time to go back home.As I queued up to check-in my luggage, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety bubble up within me. What if I had forgotten something important? What if I missed my flight? These thoughts raced through my mind as I handed over my passport and ticket to the attendant.After clearing security, I made my way to the departure gate, where the usual chaos of people rushing to board their flights greeted me. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves as I found my seat and settled in for the long flight back home.As the plane took off, I looked out of the window, taking in the breathtaking view of the city skyline disappearing beneath the clouds. I couldn't help but feel a sense

Third person's point of view'Christiana sat across from her ex-husband, Tiger, in the cozy coffee shop they used to frequent during their happier days. She took a sip of her cappuccino and nervously twirled a strand of her hair around her finger. They hadn't seen each other in months before the meet in flight, and the last time they spoke, it was through their lawyers. She had no idea why Tiger had reached out to her now, but she couldn't ignore his message."Thanks for coming," Tiger said, breaking the uncomfortable silence between them. Christiana gave him a small smile and nodded, still unsure of what to say."I just wanted to talk, you know," Tiger continued, looking down at his hands. Christiana could tell he was nervous, and it was a rare sight to see him vulnerable."Okay," Christiana replied, studying his face. He looked older than she remembered, and the lines on his forehead seemed deeper."I know I screwed up, Christiana," Tiger said, finally meeting her gaze. "I should ha

Tiger's point of viewI arrived at the bar, feeling excited and slightly nervous at the same time. I was meeting my friend and colleague, Sarah, to discuss a potential collaboration on a business ad shoot. She was a talented photographer, and I knew she would be the perfect fit for the job.As I approached the table where Sarah was sitting, I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. I was wearing my best suit and had spent a little too much time on my hair that morning. I knew I didn't need to impress Sarah, but I wanted everything to go smoothly."Hey, Sarah," I greeted her as I took a seat across from her."Hey, Tiger," she replied, giving me a warm smile. "So, what's this collaboration you wanted to discuss?"I leaned forward, eager to dive into the details. "Well, you know I've been working on that new campaign for our client, right? We're planning on shooting a video ad, and I was thinking it would be great to have some high-quality photographs to go along with it."She no

Tiger’s point of viewI had a big meeting today with a potential investor, and my ex-wife was going to be there as well. We had been divorced for a few years now, but seeing her still brought up a lot of mixed emotions. Christiana was there too.I was astonished to see that she was already there, sitting at the conference table with a few other people. And then I saw her, my friend Helen, sitting next to her.I could feel my heart rate pick up as I walked over to the table. My ex-wife stood up to greet me with a smile, and my friend stood up as well. I introduced them to the other people in the room, and then we all sat down.As the meeting got started, I tried to focus on the business at hand, but I couldn't help but notice the way my ex-wife kept looking at my friend. It was like she knew something, and I had a sinking feeling in my stomach.After the meeting was over, my ex-wife pulled me aside. "So, that friend of yours, she likes you doesn't she?" she said, her voice low.I was t

The dimly lit pub had always been Christiana's sanctuary, a place where the world's chaos seemed to recede, and where the clinking of glasses and distant laughter provided a comforting backdrop to her thoughts. On this particular evening, however, the atmosphere felt different. The familiar faces around her, friends and strangers alike, seemed to blur into a haze of guilt and regret. Christiana nursed her whiskey, feeling its warmth spread through her body as she replayed the events of the night in her mind. She knew she had overstepped a line, and pushed things too far, and the burden of her actions was weighing heavy on her conscience. Her eyes drifted to the corner of the room, where Joseph sat nursing his own drink. Joseph, a casual acquaintance at best, had become an unwitting pawn in her reckless game. She had invited him out tonight, knowing that Tiger would be at the same pub. Christiana had hoped that by cosying up to Joseph, she could ignite a spark of jealousy in her ex-hu