Evelyn and Jennifer were best friends but it became bitter when both of them fell for the same guy. Anthony Smith, the guy of any girl's dream.. Anthony liked jenna so Evelyn was heartbroken.. but then one night, a big mistake happened and it ruined everything. Anthony and Evelyn got married and jenna left the city.. from the beginning the marriage seems like a torture. no physical abuse but still that place wasn't less than any hell. so one day when Evelyn saw jenna back in the city she decided not to fear anymore. she decided to let go. give herself a chance.. and then she offered to get a divorce.. Anthony obviously agreed but there's something more to it.. after the divorce, he thought he might get his love back but he realised that he lost his love in that process..
Evelyn
I woke up because of the alarm and as i sat up i noticed the empty space next to me. Anthony Smith, my husband is almost never home..i got down from the bed and walked towards the bathroom.after freshening up i went to the kitchen to make breakfast for Mark, my son.. i made his favourite blueberry pancakes.. after that i went to wake him up but being the good boy he is, he was already up and was in the shower.. i took out his school uniform amd said that the breakfast is ready so he should come to the dining table. he yelled "okay mommy" from inside and i went to the kitchen again to make myself a cup of coffee..
Anthony wasn't home. it wasn't new to me. why would he be home when i live here and he hates me.. one mistake and I'm in this living hell. the only good thing about this was Mark..my son. he's the only one who loves me here..and because of him I'm still alive.. I was thinking about all of these things when mark's sweet voice called me out making me come back to reality.. i looked at him, he's 7 years old. and it's almost been 8 years I'm here in this hell.
"mom, I'm ready" he said and i looked at him. smiling at my son as he sat on the table..his blue eyes shining bright when he saw the breakfast. it was his favourite after all..
"blueberry pancakes?" mark excitedly said as he started eating his breakfast.
"It's soo good, mommy" he said between his bite making me smile.. nowadays he doesn't call me 'mommy' that much.. so when he does, it just makes my heart melt.. mom sounds beautiful but mommy is a bit special to my heart..
After he was done eating, he took his bag and
I kissed his forehead then he walked towards the door.. the driver, Danny was waiting for him to take him to school.. he left and the house started feeling empty.. i went to my room to get ready for my coaching class.. forgot to tell you that I'm a teacher..
Well, it's not too much of a big deal. There's a coaching centre near our house and since i love teaching,, I decided to join there as a teacher.. I'm there since mark was four.. it's been three years.. the place isn't that big. But my colleagues and the students are really amazing.. i feel alive when I'm working there..
I wore a white sundress with floral print on them. It was simple and comfortable for me.. a little bit of makeup.. I'm not really a fan of makeup though. It's not like i don't like it.. it's just that i don't know how to do it .. i remember once i had tried to follow the tutorial from YouTube and i swear i got a jump scare when I looked in the mirror.. people are talented who can do it perfectly. That was the last time I tried to wear makeup.. it was when my life was still better.. nowadays I don't feel like it..
After i reached there, everyone greeted me.. i had walked here. It's too close to use a car so most of the time i come here walking.. after chit chatting with the teachers i went to take my class.. the classes were good.. the students are really attentive and listen to me well.. after the classes were done, i started walking back to my home..
I was walking without looking around but then i heard a voice and froze. I knew this voice.. i turned my left and saw a girl standing there. At that moment i felt like the whole world crashed on me.. Jennifer, my best friend..no..not my best friend.. ex-best friend..
She was looking pretty as always, her face radiant and the soft beauty she had is now replaced with a confident aura.. i felt dull in front of her.. she was always the prettiest one..you know they say there's always a pretty one in two best friends? She's that pretty one..
i felt like suddenly i couldn't breathe.. she wasn't supposed to be in the city now. Does that mean she's back for good? A very weird sense of guilt,shame, and fear surrounded me.. i turned around and quickly walked away.. i didn't want to face her now.. not ever. God please don't let me meet her.. i can't go through the same pain again..
I reached home and closed the door hurriedly.. my hands were shaking..i broke down crying there.. i felt the shameful glances towards me again.. i got up and walked towards my room and locked myself.. i hid myself under the blanket. The past is haunting me again..
I stayed there for what felt like eternity, and then finally pulled myself out of the blanket.. now I'm feeling a bit calm.. but the fear was still there..
Does Anthony know jenna is back? What will happen if he gets to know about it? Will he go back to her? After all, she's the love of her life. Yes, you heard me.. jenna is the love of my husband..
But this time, i won't stop him. I've done enough here.. i don't plan to interfere in this love story anymore.. i made dinner absent mindedly..
8 years have passed.. one mistake and three lives got ruined.. but it wasn't entirely my fault though.. i know no one believes me and they have their reasons for not believing me.. but isn't 8 years of hell enough? Well, it is.. now i just need to fix everything i have ruined.. and I'll start from fixing my life..
Mark has come back from school, we had dinner together and as always, Anthony wasn't there..
After dinner, i tucked mark inside the blanket and kissed his forehead, I wished him goodnight and went back to my room.. i got inside the blanket, feeling a bit chilly suddenly.. I closed my eyes to sleep..
As i closed my eyes, i suddenly felt like someone opened the door of my bedroom.. i heard the footsteps.. will it make me a creep if i said that i recognised the sound of his footsteps? It was Anthony Smith.. my husband.. so he's back finally.. he's been living in his office for a few days.. Michael, his older brother said that it's because of a big project.. i felt him standing behind me, my back facing him..he sat on the edge of the bed.. i didn't say anything..
"Evelyn?" He called out, his voice emotionless..
I turned around and faced him.. he turned on the lamp and now i can see his face clearly. His ocean blue eyes stared at me.. i sat up and looked at him
"Do you need anything?" I asked
" mom had called me to say that we need to be there this weekend.. so be ready" he said looking at me as if I'm a stranger.. i see nothing but hatred in those blue eyes.. it pains me but i nodded he got up from the bed and was about to leave but i called out
"Do you know jenna is back?" He stopped but didn't turn around at me
"Yes" he said and left slamming the door behind him making me flinch..
So, he knows.. did they meet already? Are they planning on getting back? Well, if they're planning on it then good.. because now I've decided to move out of this hell.. I'm going to leave.. yes i made a mistake but i don't think i deserve this much pain..
He went to his bedroom. Yep, we don't share the same bedroom.. the only time we do is when we have sex.. but when it happens, it feels more like an obligation than making love. Well, maybe because there's no love between us.. he has never loved me. I know that for sure.. so there's no questions about making love with me.. it's just a biological need for him.. that's why he comes to me not because he loves me or anything.. he's weird, he never cheated on me but never loved me.. i chuckled bitterly at that and went back to sleep..
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Chloe Miler, a naïve young woman, waits shyly to spend Valentine's Day with her boyfriend, but is betrayed on that day when she witnesses him entangled in bed with her own sister. Chloe's heart is broken when her heartfelt love for him is trampled on in an instant. *** Lionel Williams, the mysterious billionaire, the top of the pyramid, is handsome as hell. His eyes are set high, but he is drugged, has a one-night stand with a strange woman, and is humiliated by that unknowing woman with her money! His instincts tell him it's not that simple, and he's going to find her out!
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In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]