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Leanna

COMPLETED [Mature Content] My life has no meaning. I'm forty years old, a middle age woman. Some say I have a fulfilling life, an architect with a high salary, a one-bedroom condo unit and a face that, although not the most beautiful, certainly warrants a second look. The only thing people criticize about me is the emptiness of my ring finger. I'm not married and don't have a family of my own. I don't feel anything about it. I don't need a man in my life, and I hate kids. The only thing I regretted was how I lived my life. Half of it wasted in school and the other half wasted in work. Before I knew it, I'm already old and at my deaths bed - alone and dying. THEN I WOKE UP FROM THE DREAM. ---- Read my other works: I am the Queen (FL) Genre: Fiction, Mature, Modern Romance, StrongFL, RichFL, PoorML, ColdML Realm Wars (ML) Genre: Epic Fantasy, Action, Adventure, Mature, R18, Romance, RPGelements, GAMEelements, OPmc Angels, Demons, Sprites, Elves, Beastmen Generation of Heroes (ML) Genre: Action, Adventure, Epic Fantasy, Friendship, Magic, Beasts, Game Elements, Multiple Leads, OPmc, Romance, War, Military Trinity the Last White Witch (FL) Genre: Werewolf, Vampires, Witches, Fantasy, R18, Mature, ColdML, StrongFL ---- Stalk me here: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter: MiuNovels ---- Donate for my Milk Addiction: PayPal: Miu.2017@yahoo.com

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279 Chs

[Give Up] [His Reason]

[Emery's POV]

[Give Up]

*sigh . . .

*sigh . . .

I watched as droplets of rainwater dripped from my window bedroom on the second floor of my mansion in New Heaven.

My tears have long gone dried without a trace. What left was the aftermath of swelling, red eyes, and nose.

I sniffed and sighed once more.

I was getting more depressed as my feelings attuned to the rainy weather. My thoughts were drifting at that time in the music department's rooftop.

After school, like my daily routine, I went to Lance's department to wait for him so we could go home together. However, someone tipped me, and that someone was a friend of Jennifer, saying Lance was in the music department's rooftop.

Without a second thought, not minding if it was a trap, I went to the rooftop of the music department.

I heard their conversation. Jennifer was trying to get back with Lance –– yet again.