My first blind date after the divorce turned out to be a good friend of my ex-husband. The charming and tender care he offered made me let my guard down in his love.
My first blind date after the divorce turned out to be a good friend of my ex-husband. The charming and tender care he offered made me let my guard down in his love.
After my divorce, my first blind date turned out to be with my ex-husband's good friend. His intoxicating tenderness and care made me let down my guard completely and fall deeply in love with him.
But now, looking at his suited figure walking away, I felt nothing but disgust. It wasn't just because of his peculiar habits, it was because all the sweetness between us was an act. He deceived me and shared an unspeakable secret with my ex-husband.
I used to constantly remind myself of what he lost because of me, and how he was tormented by it. But now, all that remained was a deep sense of indignation.
Not long after the divorce, my family was in a rush to set me up on blind dates. At the time, I wasn't interested in relationships and just wanted to embrace my single life gracefully. But who can resist the relentless pressure from my mother to get married? Reluctantly agreeing to appease my mother's insistence, I met Gavin for a quick blind date.
Unexpectedly, we met again shortly after, during one of my most embarrassing moments. That day, I was rushing to deliver documents to a client. The sky, which had been clear, suddenly turned stormy with thunder and a heavy downpour. With no shelter in sight, I had to protect the documents while running forward. Worse, my heel got stuck in a drain, and I fell into a puddle, my thin clothes becoming increasingly transparent.
At that moment, a black-handled umbrella was thrust into my hand, and then a roomy men's sports jacket was draped over my shoulders. A pair of well-defined hands lifted my feet, freeing my shoes, and thus rescued me from my embarrassing and desperate social mortification. Like an angel descending as a savior, it was Gavin.
That evening, I treated him to dinner to express my gratitude and discovered his humor and charm. We shared many common interests: we both loved listening to popular music artists, enjoyed reading at the library, and played badminton. We had similar views and often sparked each other's thoughts, making me feel like we were long-lost friends. This delightful communication made me feel understood by Gavin, and naturally, we became friends.
Later, when I suddenly suffered from a stomachache and my parents were too far away to reach me in time. Gavin happened to pass by and rescued me once again. At the hospital, he rushed around, paying bills, queuing, and accompanying me for check-ups. With a handkerchief, he gently wiped away the sweat and tears streaming down my face due to the pain, soothing my anxious emotions with soft words. In the end, he carried me piggyback to the infusion center, covering my eyes and holding me tightly as the nurse prepared to insert the needle into my vein. At that precise moment, I could hear my heart pounding, feeling as if a long-lost void had been filled, bringing me a sense of comfort and elation.
Gavin seemed to possess both the heroic traits that easily captivate women's hearts and the profound understanding they deeply crave. Increasingly, I found myself thinking of him, experiencing immense joy and anticipation with every encounter. In the stillness of the night, my mind wandered to what he might be doing, whether he was accompanied by someone else, and if he ever thought of me with longing. Yet, I dared not voice these thoughts nor inquire, tormented by my own fears of loss and gain.
On May 4th, late at night on Gavin's first day of a business trip, I received his confession via text. The wish I had longed for finally came true, and I joyfully accepted without hesitation.
An hour ago, I received a message from Gavin stating that his business trip had concluded prematurely and he was currently on a high-speed train returning. At that moment, I was overjoyed, feeling as if I had been separated for ages, just like the saying goes, "A day without you feels like a lifetime."
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
Three years of marriage couldn't melt Theo's frozen heart. When an art gallery collapsed on Lena, he was off romancing another woman-lavishing her with a private jet. Three steel pins held Lena's shoulder together, but her heart remained broken. She filed for divorce and told everyone that he was impotent. Rising from the rubble, Lena blazed onto the design world's A‑list. She expected him to sail off with his true love-until Theo reappeared at her runway, pressing her against the wall. "Impotent, huh? Care to give it a try?"
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."
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.
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
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