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Sorry to all my exes: Being a slave.

On the most important day of her life, the day when she was supposed to shine the brightest, the day she was supposed to say 'I do', he bailed out. Ennui, despair, forlornness, despondency, distress, pain....name it all, it couldn't amount to what she felt that day. The moment the flower fell from her hand...she realized what was happening. He left her on the altar on their wedding day. All eyes were on her, most were the mocking gazes of females who hated her. One year passed. She was fine now, but she had done some thinking. Was all this happening because it was her punishment? Maybe the heavens were punishing her for what she did to all her previous boyfriends. That was when she decided.... From the very first one she has wronged, she was going to apologize to all of them, meet a new guy, and start afresh. Total of 67 exes. She apologized, but to only 65. The 66th was abroad. She couldn't bear to face the 67th. She had wronged him in the worse way possible. But she still had to face him, to find the closure she needed!. Things further escalates, when she finds out the identity of the man in the park... ... She was the first person he opened up to. Told her secrets no one ever knew. For the first time some one made him feel vulnerable. But what?!. "I just played you, let's break up!" Did she really think that one line would make him forget. The moment he accepted he loved her, that was when she belonged to him and no one else. She must have played with other guys and got away with it, but not him. He would get her back, but not without getting his revenge! *WARNING* THE WORD R***D WILL BE USED A FEW TIMES BUT THE ACTION WON'T BE DESCRIBED.

Jul_ie1 · Urban
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96 Chs

Improvement

"What does she do after her evening walk?" Clark asked Evelyn dicing some vegetables.

"She usually eats before going for her evening walk but with everything going on, I couldn't make dinner."

"Let me help you with that," Clark took the knife from her and continued from where she stopped.

"You don't have to help me, I enjoy doing this," Evelyn shook her head in disapproval and wanted to collect the knife but Clark wasn't having it.

"I'm not helping you, I just want to cook for my sister," Clark said flatly and Evelyn blushed in embarrassment.

"If you say so. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Don't worry. What's Clarabelle doing?" Clark asked as he casually diced some carrots into fine cubes.

"She's having therapy with doctor Jerry. They'll be done soon." Evelyn leaned on the kitchen table and watched how Clark's hand swiftly worked with the knife. He looked so sexy with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.