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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesTerminé mer., août 5, 20209 h 14 min
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Romance
This romantic story will sweep you off your feet and have you staying up all night. It will prove to you that no matter how disturbingly mixed up and unfair your life was at the past, you can never say 'never again'. Not as far as love is concerned. No matter how broken your heart is, there can always be this one person, somewhere in this world, that can glue back all the pieces and make it whole again. The question is, will it be whole forever, or would it be shuttered to even more pieces every time a new love story comes to an end? Is there such a thing as forever love anyway? Is love so powerfull to bring you back from being emotionally dead, as a result of your body's defence to pain? Please allow the first few chapters as an introduction to our main characters and then I promise you, you'll become a story addict. 😉 Enjoy 😊
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Started: 10/28/2025 Ended: 08/05/2026 I knew he was married, but I still let myself fall. We were friends before his wife came, not close, not strangers either. We never said what we truly felt, maybe because we were afraid to give it meaning. But fate played its cruel trick. We ended up living in the same boarding house, different rooms, the same secret. We both knew it was wrong, yet we crossed the line anyway. He was my first, my first love, my first sin, my first heartbreak. I thought I could handle it, but loving him was slowly destroying me. So I did the only thing that could save what was left of me. I left him. Because sometimes, walking away doesn't mean you stopped loving. It just means you've finally learned to love yourself.

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