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Ex wife Getting her life back is isn’t easy

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.
Osagie_Aromose · 236 Views

Bound to Justice, Drawn to Evil

The protagonist died suddenly in her past life. Entering the book she had read, she does not know what awaits her. Our character's personality is very strange. She is a crazy and cruel woman, but at the same time a tragic one. The further she goes on her adventure, the more hidden things about herself will come to light. The curse that was on her was causing her to gradually lose the ability to have feelings, and her only hope to feel them again is love. Too bad she only has one chance and fate was so bad for her... So her love story became more of a tragedy where her unstable mind was trying to stay whole... Too bad these happened too suddenly .... Just when she was ready to destroy the planet and all the people on it, a certain someone saves them by turning everything upside down for her. Now there is a long fight for the two of them, but strangely the girl's body suddenly gave way. When she opens her eyes again she is in another girl. It's just that not only the body has changed, but also the soul... Now she has put together all the missing pieces of the puzzle of her past lives and a shocking truth has come out that is not only shaking her but the whole world... Now the real story will begin... The author here: the first volume is more like ...hmm... chapter zero? Introduction ? The beginning? The real story will actually begin with the next volume. The first flight is called the 'Origins Scenario' and has a much deeper meaning. It will probably have more than 100 chapters so there is still a long way to go before we can talk about the next volume... I hope you like my book :)
Iasomie · 67.9K Views

Mated to moonboun

That night, during my episodes engineered by a disease I had no control over, I sensed something happening in the woods. I should be grateful for this condition because if there was anything it was good for was heightening my senses and abilities that outmatched every other wolf in the pack. Adding to my incredible genes when the effects of my disease took over, I was a force to reckon with and that's why everyone always took steps to protect themselves from me because they knew what I could do. So when the moon came and my madness began, I ran fast as lightning through the words stopping only after I had sensed something ominous. I traced it, picking up the scent. I was not surprised to see that it was the rogue wolves at work again. The rogues had many chances to join our pack and our cause but they turned it down time and again till the lycan kings stopped trying. I could remember getting this lesson long ago and I thought that by the time I became king, I would resume what my fathers and predecessors had abandoned, I wanted to bring peace to my pack. However, it was not long for me to change my view as I saw proof of the true nature of these rogues night after night. My first physical encounter was the last straw for me to tag them as enemies of the pack as my ancestors have done. These rogues, although they might look like us and have super abilities like we do, are nothing like any member of our pack. We have chosen to forgo some of our many primitive ways, deciding to stand together rather than fall at our own hands. We began a civilization, a country, a home where we can all protect each other in trust and unity but the rogues stand against everything that we are, choosing rather to attack and live like mindless animals than to live in peace. But their disagreement and disapproval is the least that we have to fear from them but their thirst for our flesh and the pleasure of our females.
Shantel_Phil · 1.1K Views
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