was on a large street in the city, watching the cars passing back and forth and dreaming that I was driving one of them. I used to meditate there every day at six and a half in the evening. And I would see myself, twenty years later, as one of those peopleI am driving my car through the streets of the big city, and the phone rings. I wake up from my daydream and see a number that is not registered with me. I do not answer. I have become accustomed to that. I never answer numbers I do not know, but the number keeps calling again and again, every day at six forty-five minutes for ten days. That day I decided to answer the phone and not blameExcept for myself, I pressed the call button and said "Hello," but no one answered me, but I heard the sound of someone's breathing on the phone. I repeated "Hello, Hello," and no one answered, so I felt like I had made the biggest mistake in my life. I still remember the numbers to this day, but I don't want to go back there. The next morning, my phone rang at one o'clock. Six forty-five in the morning was my friend's numberI breathed a sigh of relief as I felt as if the stranger's number had called me again.She asked that we meet at a restaurant after half an hour and said that the matter was urgent. It was Sunday and I am not used to waking up early on Sundays, but I promised her that I would be there after half an hourIn the restaurant, I looked at my watch, and it was already half past seven, and she had not yet arrived. It seemed somewhat strange, as she had never missed an appointment with me, even if she was not the one who requested the meeting. I felt that the chills that I had experienced the night before had returned. I waited another quarter of an hour, and it was done. She called her phone. The phone rang and I said, "Hello," but no one answered. I repeated "Hello," but no one answered again. I heard the same sound, the sound of someone breathing, without anyone speaking. I knew then that what was going on was much bigger than I imagined. I felt afraid and did not know what to do, but I tried to gather my courage and asked, "Who is there?If you have something against me, then I am the one you should confront, not my friends. That was right when I said it, but as soon as he hung up on me, I knew once again that I had committed the biggest mistake of my life. I quickly returned to my apartment and tried to avoid any contact with anyone. I only went up the stairs and there was the elevator. It was out of order as usual, and I was surprised to find that the door to my apartment was open and I could turn to the right insideAnd to the left, there was someone who was looking for something and perhaps he found it because I found a bedroom as I left it. I tried to find out what was missing, but I did not reach anything.Then I called the police and told them that someone had broken into my apartment, and after a few minutes they were there. They asked me some of the usual questions in situations like this, and after checking, they told me that the entrance to my apartment had a key because there was no way to break into the door. Who else had the key to my apartment? No one would just say it in my pocket. How is that possibleMy mind remained occupied with this story for a long time. I was accustomed to going back to sleep after waking up on Sunday, but it left me today. I found myself busy thinking about everyone who could do your job. Of course, I thought that perhaps it was a prank on the part of my friends to make me crazy. But I gave up on this idea because something is not easy. never .After hours of thinking, I headed to the restaurant where I used to eat lunch. It was another hour in the afternoon. I still remember that car sitting at the corner of the street. It was a blue Camry. It caught my attention because it was the first time I had seen a blue Camry. This was not normal, especially in this city. There are three cars here. Colors only, either white or whiteBlack or grey. I think that people here consider themselves to be luxurious and hold high positions, so they only choose cars that indicate luxury. The blue Camry has a story behind it, but I was not ready to research the matterIn the restaurant, I sat in my usual place and the usual waitress came to serve me and asked me as usual. I told her yes. She came back a few minutes later carrying the usual plate of food. She placed them on the table. She reached into her pocket and took out a paper and said that a man left it for me here shortly. She grabbed the paper and opened it. I could not believe what I read. I hurried to... Going out to know the man who left herBut I did not notice anything strange other than the absence of a blue Camry in the place where it was. I went back to the waitress and asked her about the appearance of a man. She said that he was somewhat tall, with blond hair, and had a tattoo in the shape of a star on his right arm. I did not know who he was at that time, at six and forty-five
was on a large street in the city, watching the cars passing back and forth and dreaming that I was driving one of them. I used to meditate there every day at six and a half in the evening. And I would see myself, twenty years later, as one of those peopleI am driving my car through the streets of the big city, and the phone rings. I wake up from my daydream and see a number that is not registered with me. I do not answer. I have become accustomed to that. I never answer numbers I do not know, but the number keeps calling again and again, every day at six forty-five minutes for ten days.
That day I decided to answer the phone and not blameExcept for myself, I pressed the call button and said "Hello," but no one answered me, but I heard the sound of someone's breathing on the phone. I repeated "Hello, Hello," and no one answered, so I felt like I had made the biggest mistake in my life. I still remember the numbers to this day, but I don't want to go back there. The next morning, my phone rang at one o'clock. Six forty-five in the morning was my friend's numberI breathed a sigh of relief as I felt as if the stranger's number had called me again.She asked that we meet at a restaurant after half an hour and said that the matter was urgent. It was Sunday and I am not used to waking up early on Sundays, but I promised her that I would be there after half an hourIn the restaurant, I looked at my watch, and it was already half past seven, and she had not yet arrived. It seemed somewhat strange, as she had never missed an appointment with me, even if she was not the one who requested the meeting. I felt that the chills that I had experienced the night before had returned. I waited another quarter of an hour, and it was done. She called her phone. The phone rang and I said, "Hello," but no one answered. I repeated "Hello," but no one answered again. I heard the same sound, the sound of someone breathing, without anyone speaking. I knew then that what was going on was much bigger than I imagined. I felt afraid and did not know what to do, but I tried to gather my courage and asked, "Who is there?If you have something against me, then I am the one you should confront, not my friends. That was right when I said it, but as soon as he hung up on me, I knew once again that I had committed the biggest mistake of my life. I quickly returned to my apartment and tried to avoid any contact with anyone. I only went up the stairs and there was the elevator. It was out of order as usual, and I was surprised to find that the door to my apartment was open and I could turn to the right insideAnd to the left, there was someone who was looking for something and perhaps he found it because I found a bedroom as I left it. I tried to find out what was missing, but I did not reach anything.Then I called the police and told them that someone had broken into my apartment, and after a few minutes they were there. They asked me some of the usual questions in situations like this, and after checking, they told me that the entrance to my apartment had a key because there was no way to break into the door. Who else had the key to my apartment? No one would just say it in my pocket. How is that possibleMy mind remained occupied with this story for a long time. I was accustomed to going back to sleep after waking up on Sunday, but it left me today. I found myself busy thinking about everyone who could do your job. Of course, I thought that perhaps it was a prank on the part of my friends to make me crazy. But I gave up on this idea because something is not easy. never .After hours of thinking, I headed to the restaurant where I used to eat lunch. It was another hour in the afternoon. I still remember that car sitting at the corner of the street. It was a blue Camry. It caught my attention because it was the first time I had seen a blue Camry. This was not normal, especially in this city. There are three cars here. Colors only, either white or whiteBlack or grey. I think that people here consider themselves to be luxurious and hold high positions, so they only choose cars that indicate luxury. The blue Camry has a story behind it, but I was not ready to research the matterIn the restaurant, I sat in my usual place and the usual waitress came to serve me and asked me as usual. I told her yes. She came back a few minutes later carrying the usual plate of food. She placed them on the table. She reached into her pocket and took out a paper and said that a man left it for me here shortly. She grabbed the paper and opened it. I could not believe what I read. I hurried to... Going out to know the man who left herBut I did not notice anything strange other than the absence of a blue Camry in the place where it was. I went back to the waitress and asked her about the appearance of a man. She said that he was somewhat tall, with blond hair, and had a tattoo in the shape of a star on his right arm. I did not know who he was at that time, at six and forty-five minutes. I received a call from the same number, and this time I quickly answeredBut no one answered. I heard a voice that seemed far away. It was not the sound of music, an old song, but it was music without words. I did not know what the purpose of my listening to the song was. Things indicated that I was in danger, but the music was a love song. Things seemed as if a mysterious person was trying to play a game with me until I knew where. I feel that he is charting a path for me to know what he wants and who he isThe question now is: Will I continue following him or will I find my way on my own? Follow me in the next haircut??
"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours." Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them. Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman, unlike any he had known. She surprised and delighted him. But will Daisy take him back? Can their son keep them together? Can the rift between them be healed? Pick this one up and find out!
"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."
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are 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 in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. 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 who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.
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!"
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."