Her love is all for him. He also loves her, but because of a misunderstanding, he does not acknowledge that love, he tortures her body and spirit. He pushed her away for others, despite her always begging for his forgiveness...
Her love is all for him. He also loves her, but because of a misunderstanding, he does not acknowledge that love, he tortures her body and spirit. He pushed her away for others, despite her always begging for his forgiveness...
"Hey, Mark, look at this school, it's also big, there are students who go to school by car."
"Why don't you care, it's not like those short-brained rich people like to show off."
Although Mark said so, he also kept an eye on the new car that had just stopped in front of the other gate. He also wanted to know what 'caliber' character could be so brash. However, as soon as he saw the person getting out of the car, he was stunned. Like so many classmates next to me, I couldn't help but praise.
Mark, that girlfriend is so beautiful. Looks like new students like us. Oh my God! I wish I was in the same class as her." James patted Mark shoulder.
"The ability to study together is very high. Pretty girls often have short brains, God is fair. Giving people something better than others must also take something else." Mark was startled to regain his senses, then said contemptuously.
Mark words made James happy and full of hope. Suddenly, he felt how lovely this new school had become. Studying with such a beautiful girl, a lazy person, lazy to go to class like him will have the motivation to go to class every day.
Mark and James have been close friends in the same school for the past nine years. And now when two people take the entrance exam to the tenth grade, they also choose the same school to apply to. They are best friends, but their IQs are very different. So of course the results are also different. Although they both passed the entrance exam to this famous high school. But James scored 26 points, and Mark just got enough points to enter the school with 18 points. When Hainan went to see the admission announcement, he was very worried that in the past few days, all his efforts in tutoring Mark would go down the drain. He didn't want to go here together and couldn't go to the same school together. To see the list of candidates, instead of searching for his name, he searched for Mark name. But at that time he was really depressed, when he searched all four lists, he still could not find Mark name. At that time, his sad face went to James side. Originally intending to open his mouth to comfort him, he spoke first.
What do you have to be sad about, as long as I pass, it's fine, right?"
"You passed?" James looked at Mark in surprise.
"Didn't you find my name? It's at 249." Mark was surprised by Hainan's unbelievable reaction. He's been searching for so long without seeing your name? That's strange.
James froze, now he understood why he couldn't find Mark name forever. Because he trusted him enough to think he wouldn't be at the bottom of the list like that. So he didn't look to the last page very carefully. He once again tried to squeeze inside and looked at the last page. The truth is exactly what Mark said. He was in 249th place while only 250 students passed this time. In other words, he barely got the pass and just got ahead of another male student.
"Go ahead and find out what class you're in? Maybe you and I are in the same class." James returned to the present, once again joined Mark in the announcement to find his name in the classification.
"You can go up the upper grades a bit and find out your name. I'm sure to be in the last class. You're in the same class with me unless the class dividers are my parents." Mark said and quickly went to the last corner of the list.
Looking at the list of class 10A5, a glance was evidently just as he expected. His name is at number 25 Mark. When he saw his name, he immediately left. It took a long time for Hainan to come out.
"Which class?" Mark asked.
"10A1" James moody.
Mark raised an eyebrow, what does it mean to enter the first class with such a face. Is he teasing you?
"What the hell is wrong with you in the first grade? I'm in the last class." Mark despised.
"Stop being lazy, stop skipping school." James said sadly.
Mark really doesn't understand why a lazy person is better than him, and has fewer school days than him. But every time I take a test, I don't understand why the score is always higher than him. He often assumes that he is cheating, having a "charm" in his hand. No wonder he has nothing. There was a time when he was curious, but rather annoyed, asked him.
"Why did you go to class and sleep for more than half of the class and get a good score on the test?"
"Do you understand how IQ is superior? No way, who told you to be defective in this." James said as he pointed at his head with his finger.
Mark also really wants not to believe the so-called superior IQ Hainan said, but how can he not believe this. He only needed to glance at the teacher's lecture for a moment to understand what the lecture said, where the focus was. Even scarier, so are the social sciences that need to be memorized. If he had to chew it over and over and read it for the whole day to remember it all, he would only need to seriously read it once to remember it all. Is there any logic? That was also the reason why his mother often compared James with him.
That's right, James house and Mark house are in the same area. Every morning the parents of the two families meet to exercise together in the morning and then the comparison also takes place. James are teachers. His father is a professor and his mother is also a university lecturer. He often told his mother. James is smarter than him because his family has good genetics. As for your family... why don't you have parents who are teachers? Your father is just an architect, not a professor. His mother is not a lecturer, she is just a chief accountant of an international company. There's no genetics in your family. You must be stupid. When he answered like that. His mother glared at him angrily and left without saying anything. But when he told James about it, he exploded violently.
"Crazy man, your parents are good at calculations. You can't inherit it because you cut their genetic cords."
Mark is drifting away from his thoughts about his and James IQ difference. Suddenly, James slammed his hand on his shoulder.
You let your soul go somewhere else. If you don't hurry to find a class, meet the homeroom teacher. Everyone's gone." James is really worried about Mark. He didn't know if he wasn't by his side to help him, he wouldn't be able to go to class. Moreover, with a bad temper like him, I don't know if I can make new friends. Oh! You look like an old mother worried about her young son.
The two parted at the notice board and went back to their classrooms. Not too hard to find. Because next to the class list bulletin board, there is also a classroom map pasted. Grade 10 studies on the 1st floor, the position of the upper class is ranked from right to left.
She and he signed a one-month marriage contract. Then get a divorce. But a month later, on the day she was about to leave. He was drunk and had an affair with her. She left according to the terms of the contract. No wonder three months later. She found out she was pregnant again. During the most difficult times. She met a very nice man. He and she love each other. Five years later. When all of her went into orbit. She meets him again, her ex-husband "one month". How should she face him? Did she tell him she had a baby with him? What about her current lover?
Five years of devotion ended when Brynn was left at the altar, watching Richard rush to his true love. Knowing she could never thaw his cold heart, Brynn walked away, ready to start over. After a night of drinking, she woke beside the last man she should ever cross-Nolan, her brother's arch-enemy. As she tried to escape, he caught her, murmuring, "You kissed me all night. Leaving isn't an option." The world saw Nolan as cold and distant, but with Brynn, he indulged her every desire. He even bought her a whole village and held her close, his voice low, deep, and endlessly tempting, his robe falling open to reveal his toned abs. "Want to feel it?"
Caitlin married Shawn, a man rumored to be both violent and terminally ill, just to reclaim her late mother's belongings. Their union was the talk of the town-everyone mocked the "ugly woman" and the "dying madman," convinced the marriage was doomed from the start. But after their wedding, Caitlin shocked the elite: she was a brilliant architect, legendary healer, and even secretly ruled the underworld. As the world watched, Shawn's brutal image softened. During a global live-streamed wedding, he knelt and declared, "Caitlin, you are the light in my life!"
The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.
For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted. Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke. Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph. Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!" With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off." A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!"
I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved. He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again. "Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports. For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian. In return, he treated me like furniture. He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste. I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home. So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco. I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage. But I underestimated Dante. When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat. He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away.
Abandoned as a child and orphaned by murder, Kathryn swore she'd reclaim every shred of her stolen birthright. When she returned, society called her an unpolished love-child, scoffing that Evan had lost his mind to marry her. Only Evan knew the truth: the quiet woman he cradled like porcelain hid secrets enough to set the city trembling. She doubled as a legendary healer, an elusive hacker, and the royal court's favorite perfumer. At meetings, the directors groaned at the lovey-dovey couple, "Does she really have to be here?" Evan shrugged. "Happy wife, happy life." Soon her masks fell, and those who sneered bowed in awe.
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