After getting the marriage certificate, my long-lost white moonlight suddenly reappeared. But it wasn't just him; there was also his partner.
After getting the marriage certificate, my long-lost white moonlight suddenly reappeared. But it wasn't just him; there was also his partner.
After getting married, my old love suddenly reappeared.
But it wasn't just him; he brought along his girlfriend too.
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Seeing Julian, I froze in place, memories from years ago flooding my mind.
Back then, I had secretly gone abroad to surprise him, only to find myself stranded at a transit airport, unable to reach him by all means.
When I finally appeared before him, disheveled and exhausted, he had just returned from a wedding photoshoot with another woman.
In that moment, my world fell apart.
All he offered was a pathetic excuse.
"Listen, she's just a stepping stone to advance my career. The only one I love is you."
So, he could marry someone else while claiming to love me?
Was I supposed to accept him as someone else's husband only because he claimed that he loved me?
I turned around and left, and blocked all his contacts, cutting off all ties.
Yet now, after five years, he suddenly reappears.
"Fernanda, long time no see."
Before I could react, he hugged me tightly.
I pushed him away forcefully, slapping him across the face. "Don't you fucking touch me!"
I stood there, stunned, my clenched fists trembling uncontrollably.
He seemed to have anticipated my reaction, the once-proud man willingly accepting the slap.
He took my hand and placed it on his face. "I deserve it. As long as it eases your anger, I'll take it."
I glared at him, wanting to see just how shameless he could be.
"Fernanda, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have made you wait all those years."
"But I'm back now."
"Fernanda, can we start over?"
The more affectionately Julian spoke, the more repulsed I felt.
I pried his fingers off mine one by one, coldly saying, "No fucking way!"
He tightened his hold, and it took all my strength to break free.
How could he be so shameless?
Seemingly he was about to get on his knees, begging.
"Fernanda, please give me another chance."
I trembled with rage. "You know that's impossible."
Julian ignored my refusal, gripping my wrist tightly. "How? You know I love you deeply and madly!"
At that moment, I could no longer recognized this person.
Before Julian could say more, a voice called out from not far away.
"Sweetheart, is everything fine?"
The familiar voice made me stiffen, and I quickly pulled my hand from Julian's grasp.
This action made him realize something was wrong, and he questioned, "Who is he?"
"None of your business."
I pushed him away and turned to run.
Not watching my step, I crashed into Adrian's arms when I was about to turn. He caught me, holding me protectively.
Adrian, who became my husband just half a month ago.
I didn't know if my panic would make Adrian suspicious; I buried my head in his chest. "Let's go home."
Adrian glanced in Julian's direction, then looked at me with a detached look.
On the way home, he didn't mention what had just happened, but his mood was noticeably tense.
Once inside, I immediately grabbed Adrian as he was about to walk further into the house.
He paused, turning to look at me. "Yes?"
I nervously licked my lips, taking several seconds before speaking. "Give me some time. I'll handle it."
He was a head taller than me, and he looked down at me for a long time. "If you can't, let me know."
Adrian's response was reassuring, yet I couldn't sleep all night.
In the middle of the night, a message from an unknown number came through-
"My mom is sick. Can you come with me to see her?"
It was an unknown number, but I knew it was Julian.
I saw it but ignored it.
A few minutes later, he sent another one.
"Can you do it for the sake of how good my mom was to you all those years? Please."
"She really wants to see you."
"Fernanda, I'm begging you."
Frustrated, I grabbed my phone and blocked him.
Out of sight, out of mind.
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I was four months pregnant, a photographer excited for our future, attending a sophisticated baby brunch. Then I saw him, my husband Michael, with another woman, and a newborn introduced as "his son." My world shattered as a torrent of betrayal washed over me, magnified by Michael's dismissive claim I was "just being emotional." His mistress, Serena, taunted me, revealing Michael had discussed my pregnancy complications with her, then slapped me, causing a terrifying cramp. Michael sided with her, publicly shaming me, demanding I leave "their" party, as a society blog already paraded them as a "picture-perfect family." He fully expected me to return, to accept his double life, telling his friends I was "dramatic" but would "always come back." The audacity, the calculated cruelty of his deception, and Serena's chilling malice, fueled a cold, hard rage I barely recognized. How could I have been so blind, so trusting of the man who gaslighted me for months while building a second family? But on the plush carpet of that lawyer's office, as he turned his back on me, a new, unbreakable resolve solidified. They thought I was broken, disposable, easily manipulated – a "reasonable" wife who would accept a sham separation. They had no idea my calm acceptance was not surrender; it was strategy, a quiet promise to dismantle everything he held dear. I would not be handled; I would not understand; I would end this, and make sure their perfect family charade crumbled into dust.
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