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Short poem on how a single young mother feels.
Sitting in the cold, unable to feel the breeze against my skin-
a silent sign that something's not right within.
But I don't care. All I want is to be alright.
I thought I found the one, the love I could trust,
but instead, they called me names that weren't mine to bear-
a liar, a cheat, a fake.
They fooled me, starved me even when they were the reason I had nothing.
Now, I stand at a crossroad, unsure what to do-
I cannot die, I must live,
for I have a child depending on me.
I won't let her grow up motherless like I did.
I have to be strong, for her, for us.
Hunger gnaws at me still,
but I breastfeed my child despite the emptiness inside.
It's not her fault I'm hungry-
it's mine alone.
My child is no mistake.
She is my reason to keep going, my light in the dark.
I have to survive.
I need to wake from this nightmare.
I have to live my life,
I have to be...
I just have to stay alive.
So, wake up every morning, nurse my baby,
take her to the daycare center, then go to work-
put on a mask, fake being happy,
smile through the cracks that no one sees.
Inside, the pain still lingers,
a heavy weight pressing down on my chest.
Loneliness wraps around me like a cold fog,
but I swallow it down, because I have to be strong.
I watch other mothers laugh with their children,
and wonder if they see the storm behind my eyes.
No one knows the nights I lie awake,
wondering if I'm enough, if I can carry on.
Every step feels like walking on broken glass,
yet I move forward, for her-my only reason,
the tiny hand that clings to mine,
the soft breath that tells me to keep fighting.
Sometimes I cry in silence,
letting the tears fall only when she's asleep,
so she never knows the battles I face,
so she can believe the world is safe and kind.
But beneath it all, I hold onto hope-
that one day, this pain will fade,
that one day, I'll rise beyond this shadow,
and my child will know a mother who never gave up.
Until then, I breathe, I endure, I love-
because even in the darkest nights,
I have to stay alive.
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.
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."
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."