Hannah is a 40-year-old woman who, being cheated on by her husband when he decides to have a love affair secretly from her with another younger woman, makes a decision, and from that moment on, Hannah decides to become another woman. woman, a different woman who no longer wants to be a possessive mother with her children, does not want to be a controlling or manipulative woman, or want to make her reputation stand up because she knows perfectly well that humans make mistakes by nature, and our life can't be as perfect as she thought. After getting a divorce, Hannah decides it's time to rebuild her life, and she has the perfect candidate for it; Jhon, a friend of her best friend Andrea whom she meets on the same night that she finds out about her husband's infidelity. Without refusing to be happy, Hannah begins a relationship with Jhon without caring that he is younger than her, because the only thing that matters to her is that he has given her back the happiness that she thought was lost with her divorce.
# 1; couple discussion.
"Francisco, would you do me a favor and explain to me what this is?" Hannah yelled angrily.
"Hannah, where did you get that photo? Who sent it to you?" Francis asks.
"Don't be so cynical, that has nothing to do now, do me a favor, and explain it to me, what is this shit?" Hannah insists angrier than she already was.
Francisco looked at the cell phone in front of his eyes again, it was Hannah's cell phone that had an image of Francisco open with Oriana, his lover, they were kissing at that moment as if they were a normal dating couple who had nothing to hide on the street.
"Hannah, I can explain it to you..." answers Francisco.
He is nervous, Ana knows it because when Francisco stutters instantly when he is asked something that he doesn't know what to answer, he begins to behave that way as if he were a little boy.
"I already told Margarita to organize your suitcases and take your things out of your study, get out of my house, I don't want to see you again in my life until the divorce papers are ready" says Hannah.
Hannah was determined; she wanted a divorce, more than once she had wanted to turn a blind eye to her husband's affair with a woman who worked as his secretary in the company that belonged to both of them, her friends had also warned her, and likewise Her children had also warned her because both they and their friends had found out about their father's affair before their mother.
It all started with a meeting that took place in the company, they were celebrating the 20 years that Francisco had been president, Hannah got distracted while she was chatting with some new clients that Francisco had obtained to handle their companies' accounting, the new clients They wanted to meet her, and they took advantage of the meeting to congratulate her on the achievements that the company had generated since its creation, and to talk about more topics that interested Hannah.
Hannah was talking to them for about an hour and a half, and then, she had to ask her companions for permission to withdraw from her, apologizing that she would go to the bathroom when she saw everything; first he saw that Oriana had withdrawn from her place, all this time she had been talking to only one person, her best friend, who, although she did not work there, had been her guest because she had no other people to turn to that Saturday afternoon to to accompany him to the event and not be there alone feeling bad about it.
Oriana left her best friend alone, who then amused herself by serving a glass of champagne from the snack bar that the lady in charge of cleaning and organizing events in the company put in a corner of the room where they were all gathered, and Oriana left walking down a corridor while taking the last sip from his glass of champagne that was about to finish emptying.
Hannah had been looking out for her all the time without her realizing it, and she said that, at least, that woman had had about 3 glasses of champagne, and even if it was champagne, Hannah knew that with 3 glasses one could being happy enough to do her things, but with 5 drinks it was already determined that she could get drunk.
When Oriana disappeared from the room, Hanna looked around, Francisco was nowhere to be found, when minutes before he had been sharing a few minutes of his time with his assistant, and a new client who had attended the event without an invitation to do business with him that same afternoon.
Where had her husband gone? Hannah wondered in confusion, but then, she got it, and she knew where she had to go to find him; she left walking down the same corridor that Oriana passed by a moment ago, Oriana was no longer there, there was only Hannah, and a bunch of empty offices with the door closed.
Hannah walked until she turned right, and then, everything in her life took a drastic turn when she arrived at her husband's office.
Hannah had remained motionless in the corridor, because when she walked she heard as if a couple of people were gasping, moaning, her skin shuddered, because at first, she heard that those gasps or moans were coming from the presidential office, and although she didn't want to To believe it, she had to do what she did to figure it all out, to remove the band from her eyes.
Francisco was having sex with Oriana in his office. They were both still with their clothes on, except that Francisco had his jeans and boxers down, revealing Hannah's naked rear that tensed with each thrust he was giving her secretary.
Oriana was sitting on the desk with her legs open embracing Francisco's hip, she had gone in a skirt, and Hannah could see that her red thong was lying on the floor, that had been the only thing she had taken off of her at that moment.
They both moan, Oriana's eyes closed until she became aware of Hannah's presence and screamed.
None of those who were present in the company room had realized that it was happening in the presidential office because since the event started, classical music was playing on the speakers that were hung on the walls, the music was a bit loud like to overshadow the moans of Francisco and Oriana, and the screams of Hannah angry and hurt by the uncomfortable situation that she never wanted to accept that it was happening.
"Since when are you two staring at me stupid?" Hannah yells, flustered.
Francisco and Oriana had not even intended to have separated from their position, as they remained like that without caring that Hannah was looking at them at that precise moment.
"Answer now!" Hannah yelled.
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Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”