"'So, can you come home with me?' Xu Yan, feeling uncomfortable in the man's embrace, pleaded with a voice tinged with tears. He replied in a hushed voice, 'Okay.' - Xu Yan opened her eyes and suddenly sat up. It scared her to death!!! How could she have such an absurd dream!!! Deep breath, deep breath, deep breath. Xu Yan swallowed hard, trying to calm her complicated emotions. At that moment, her phone on the bed started vibrating."
Jane Gill swallowed hard, trying to calm her tumultuous emotions.
Just then, her phone on the bed started vibrating.
"Hello? Jenna, what's up?" Jane asked.
Jenna Carter's voice was urgent, "Oh, don't ask questions now, just hurry over! Brayden is about to check into a hotel with some woman."
Jane's headache, already severe, felt like it was about to explode.
"Where is he? Wasn't he supposed to be at the class reunion?"
"Just come quickly! I'm at the hotel now. I'll send you the address."
"Beep..."
Jenna hung up. Jane rubbed her temples, trying to clear her mind, which was a whirlwind of emotions.
The aftermath of a vivid dream, combined with the unexpected drama of her boyfriend's infidelity, left her brain in a fog.
She quickly changed clothes and called a cab.
"Sir, please hurry."
The driver, sensing her urgency, said, "Hold on tight, lady. We'll get there in no time."
From her home to the hotel Jenna had texted, the driver managed to cut the travel time in half.
As soon as Jenna saw Jane, she grabbed her and rushed towards the hotel entrance, only to be stopped by the receptionist. The receptionist requested, "Hello, we require all guests to register with ID for security reasons."
Jenna's expression changed instantly, pleading with the receptionist, "Please, let us in. My boyfriend brought another woman here, and we're in a hurry to catch them red-handed."
The receptionist looked skeptical, glancing between Jenna and Jane, then apologized, "I'm sorry, but we can't allow entry without proper identification."
Jenna was about to argue further when Jane tugged at her. However, the next second, Jane suddenly broke free from Jenna's grip.
Jenna turned to see what Jane was looking at.
Brayden Douglas emerged from the elevator, hand in hand with a girl, looking every bit the happy couple.
Jane's previously chaotic mind suddenly cleared. She knew exactly what emotion she needed to handle this situation.
Calmly, she walked up to Brayden and slapped him across the face. The girl beside him, sensing something was wrong, looked at Brayden in shock.
Brayden stared at Jane, unable to believe she was there.
Jane remained composed, her face devoid of tears or the pain of betrayal.
When you were calm enough, even the deepest sadness and anger couldn't shake you.
Brayden, stunned by the slap, panicked.
He let go of the girl's hand and reached for Jane, but she evaded him.
"Jane, let's talk." Brayden said, his voice anything but calm.
Jane curled her lips into a slight smile, "No need. We're done."
She turned and left the hotel, leaving Brayden staring blankly as her figure grew distant and small.
Jenna followed from afar.
"Hey, Jenna, you should head home. No need to follow me." Jane called back, waving her hand.
Jenna, concerned, asked, "What about you? Are you okay?"
Jane forced a smile. "Oh, I'm all right. I'm just going to the supermarket to get some snacks and then head home."
Jenna still seemed worried.
"I'll text you when I get home." Jane reassured her.
"Alright." Jenna replied, waving before hailing a cab.
Jane rubbed her eyes, which felt dry and sore.
She detoured to the supermarket and bought several cans of fruity beer.
Sitting on a bench by the lake, she drank one can after another.
Jane felt herself getting drunk, as memories of her past with Brayden flooded back.
The scenes played out in her mind, one after another.
It was funny how people tended to reminisce, but the past was just that a collection of beautiful memories from a time gone by.
"Hey Jenna, are you home yet?"
"I'm fine, almost home myself."
"Okay, my phone's about to die, so I'll talk to you later."
"Bye."
After hanging up, Jane deleted all of Brayden's contact information.
She opened her photo album, hesitated for a moment, then deleted all their pictures together.
Finally, she stared at her messaging app until her phone died from lack of battery.
Jane sniffled, feeling miserable. She wanted to blow her nose but realized she forgot to buy tissues.
She felt quite sorry for herself.
Why did people cry when they were sad?
Jane couldn't understand. Brayden was such a jerk, so why was she crying? Shouldn't getting rid of a jerk be something to celebrate?
A hiccup from the beer bubbled up, and Jane couldn't help but vomit.
She didn't want to think about Brayden anymore. After finishing the last can of fruity beer, she wiped her tears and snot with her sleeve and stood up unsteadily.
She picked up the empty bottles, put them in a bag, and placed them next to the trash can, saving the cleaning lady from having to dig through the garbage.
It was just a man, after all. Breaking up was breaking up. It was just three years of my life down the drain.
Jane, holding a can of fruity beer, staggered along the lakeside.
As she walked, she squatted down, feeling awful.
She thought to herself, "I want to throw up. I want to go home. I want to sleep."
Jane looked up. It was already late. The surroundings were quiet, with fewer people strolling around.
She dozed off, squatting in the middle of the path.
Andreas Quinn had set himself the task of running three laps around lake today. The lake was quite large, with each lap measuring 3, 000 meters.
He started from home, running 2, 000 meters to reach the lake.
Halfway through, he saw someone squatting in the middle of the path, swaying. He thought something might be wrong.
"Are you okay?"
Andreas bent down, gently tapping the girl's shoulder.
Jane, still squatting, fell backward, and Andreas hurriedly caught her.
She leaned against his leg, making Andreas shift uncomfortably.
As she slumped to the ground, Andreas quickly squatted down to support her shoulders.
The closer he got, the stronger the smell of alcohol became. He frowned, shaking Jane's shoulder.
"Hey, wake up."
Jane, shaken vigorously, couldn't hold back and vomited again.
Andreas's frown deepened, his forehead twitching.
Where did this inebriated person come from?
Jane struggled to open her eyes and placed her hand on Andreas's face.
"You're really handsome. Do you want to be my boyfriend?"
......
The feeling of a hangover was terrible. Jane woke up with a headache that felt like it was going to explode.
She had no idea what time it was, as the sun streamed directly into the room.
Her temples throbbed, and she raised a hand to shield her eyes.
After a moment, she sat up abruptly.
An unfamiliar room, an unfamiliar place, unfamiliar clothes.
Jane couldn't help but cover her face.
Jane thought to herself, "What have I done? The kind of drunken one-night stand I read about in novels had actually happened to me."
She glanced around.
No one was there. It was a golden opportunity to make a quick escape!
Yes, Jane decided she had to escape. She couldn't afford to gamble with a stranger she had never met.
She got out of bed and had just opened the door when she bumped into someone.
"Ouch!"
Jane winced, tears welling up in her eyes from the pain. Was this person made of iron?
She covered her nose with her hand, sniffling.
Andreas awkwardly scratched his head, "Uh, are you okay?"
Jane looked up, glaring at him angrily.
Her heart skipped a beat. And she thought to herself, "If her first time was with this man...
Maybe it wasn't such a loss. This man was incredibly handsome." Jane pursed her lips.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." Darcy stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You're not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She stared at me in the mirror. "You can't even glance at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of gazing at that scar?" Heather Bailey got a surprise from her husband: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. She was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman. After signing the divorce papers, shockwaves caught her up. Her flower shop was burned to the ground. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers from influential families, she started her revenge on Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted, but that was just the beginning.
"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.]