Here's the translation of your text into English: "Less than a year after getting married, one night at midnight, I got up and found that Chen Mingxuan was not in bed. He didn't return to the room to sleep until five in the morning."
Here's the translation of your text into English: "Less than a year after getting married, one night at midnight, I got up and found that Chen Mingxuan was not in bed. He didn't return to the room to sleep until five in the morning."
Finally, I had achieved my dream-I was married to Kevin Clarke. Being with the man I loved made my world feel complete, and I thought our happiness would last forever. But less than a year into our marriage, things took a strange turn.
One night, around midnight, I woke up to find Kevin's side of the bed empty. He didn't return until five in the morning.
A growing unease crept into my mind. What is he doing in the middle of the night? I wondered. I was filled with suspicion and wanted to question him. But when he finally slipped back into bed, he fell into a deep sleep almost instantly, as though utterly exhausted.
The same thing happened night after night. I couldn't take it anymore. My frustration simmered, but I managed to keep my voice calm and sweet as I asked, "Kevin, what have you been doing every night?"
Kevin looked utterly shocked. "Ruth, are you saying I've been going out in the middle of the night? Oh my God! I'm so sorry-it must be my sleepwalking acting up again." His expression morphed into one of panic.
Sensing my tentative belief, Kevin wrapped me in his arms and spoke tenderly, "Ruth, I should have told you earlier-I've suffered from sleepwalking since I was young. I hope I haven't frightened you." His tone brimmed with guilt, and the pained look on his face tugged at my heartstrings.
Just like that, my suspicions evaporated. Kevin's tenderness always had a way of disarming me completely.
Still, I couldn't entirely believe Kevin's claim about his sleepwalking. To verify it, I decided to call his mother.
"Ruth," Kevin's mother said hesitantly, "Kevin did have sleepwalking issues when he was younger. Is it happening again?"
Her words seemed to confirm it-Kevin really was a sleepwalker. Relieved, I quickly reassured her, "Oh no, Mom, he's fine. I was just curious."
I began to grow increasingly worried about Kevin's safety. We lived right next to a busy road, and if Kevin wandered onto it during one of his late-night sleepwalking episodes, it was only a matter of time before something terrible happened.
My best friend Hailey Dawson, a medical school graduate, came to mind. I decided to consult her. "Hailey, is there any medical treatment for sleepwalking these days?" I asked. I then briefly described Kevin's late-night "sleepwalking" episodes.
After a pause, Hailey said, "Ruth, this doesn't sound like sleepwalking to me."
"What? Then what on earth is he doing?" My heart sank, and a wave of unease washed over me.
Hailey tried to calm me down. "Don't worry just yet. I'll check things out tonight. Let's see what this 'sleepwalking' is all about."
Her words gave me a sliver of relief.
That night, around 1 a.m., my phone buzzed, waking me up. I glanced at the empty spot beside me-Kevin was gone again.
It was Hailey on the line.
"Ruth," she said firmly, "your husband isn't sleepwalking."
Her words jolted me fully awake. "Then where is he?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"He's at a bar called 'The 3 O'Clock,'" Hailey replied. "And he's on a date-with Chelsea Morrison."
Hearing that name was like a punch to the gut, leaving me cold and utterly stunned. My mind reeled in disbelief.
Sensing my silence, Hailey thought I didn't believe her and immediately sent a video. It was Kevin, cozying up to Chelsea in a way no one could mistake.
Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...
Katherine endured mistreatment for three years as Julian's wife, sacrificing everything for love. But when his sister drugged her and sent her to a client's bed, Katherine finally snapped. She left behind divorce papers, walking away from the toxic marriage. Years later, Katherine returned as a radiant star with the world at her feet. When Julian saw her again, he couldn't ignore the uncanny resemblance between her new love and himself. He had been nothing but a stand-in for someone else. Desperate to make sense of the past, Julian pressed Katherine, asking, "Did I mean nothing to you?"
Life was a bed of roses for Debra, the daughter of Alpha. That was until she had a one-night stand with Caleb. She was sure he was her mate as determined by Moon Goddess. But this hateful man refused to accept her. Weeks passed before Debra discovered that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy brought shame to her and everyone she loved. Not only was she driven out, but her father was also hunted down by usurpers. Fortunately, she survived with the help of the mysterious Thorn Edge Pack. Five years passed and Debra didn't hear anything from Caleb. One day, their paths crossed again. They were both on the same mission—carrying out secret investigations in the dangerous Roz Town for the safety and posterity of their respective packs. Caleb was still cold toward her. But as time went on, he fell head over heels in love with her. He tried to make up for abandoning her, but Debra wasn't having any of it. She was hell-bent on hiding her daughter from him and also making a clean break. What did the future hold for the two as they journeyed in Roz Town? What kind of secrets would they find? Would Caleb win Debra's heart and get to know his lovely daughter? Find out!
At their wedding night, Kayla caught her brand-new husband cheating. Reeling and half-drunk, she staggered into the wrong suite and collapsed into a stranger's arms. Sunrise brought a pounding head-and the discovery she was pregnant. The father? A supremely powerful tycoon who happened to be her husband's ruthless uncle. Panicked, she tried to run, but he barred the door with a faint, dangerous smile. When the cheating ex begged, Kayla lifted her chin and declared, "Want a second chance at us? Ask your uncle." The tycoon pulled her close. "She's my wife now." The ex gasped, "What!?"
Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.
Arabella, a state-trained prodigy, won freedom after seven brutal years. Back home, she found her aunt basking in her late parents' mansion while her twin sister scrounged for scraps. Fury ignited her genius. She gutted the aunt's business overnight and enrolled in her sister's school, crushing the bullies. When cynics sneered at her "plain background," a prestigious family claimed her and the national lab hailed her. Reporters swarmed, influencers swooned, and jealous rivals watched their fortunes crumble. Even Asher-the rumored ruthless magnate-softened, murmuring, "Fixed your mess-now be mine."
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