UNVEILING DESTINY'S SURPRISE

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lible mark on your memory, forever reminding you of the profound impact it had on your life. Kyle had talked to me that night - a conversation that I thought w

nd the thought of him made me feel both exhilarated and nervous. I remember coming home that night, feeling drained, physically and emotionally. All I wanted to do was s

arre dream. But as I lay there, my drunkenness slowly dissipating, I could feel the pain in my body, a visceral reminder t

what had happened, nor could I continue to pretend that it was all some drunken mistake. I had willingly participate

ew would ultimately help me. The act of acknowledging and understanding my emotions was not an overnight process; it was a journey that required

ep towards healing. The road ahead would be bumpy, but I was ready to embrace the journey. I was

y and we had decided to tie the knot at midnight. At the time, it felt like a game to me, just a fun little quirk that

e that I realized that something was amiss with Kyle. I found myself constantly avoiding him, not wanting

ted to realize that what I thought was just a playful game had actually been a pivotal moment in my relationship with Kyle

r been a heavy drinker, but on that night, something had triggered me to indulge. It was

night. I was relieved that the memory of my actions had not become public knowledge. It was strange, however, tha

to a side of me that I never knew existed, and had forced me to reevaluate my relationship with Kyle. It was

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to catch up now, why didn't I follow CL's example and wake up at least by noon? Though my

ead staring at the newspaper," my mother cautions, possibly noticing what I'm doing. "Do you want to read it, sweetie?" my father asks as he puts down

of the photographs looked awfully familiar. As I tried to recollect where I might have seen him, his face suddenly

told me that he had a beautiful girlfriend, and I couldn't help but wonder how she would react to the news of his secret marriage. It was hilarious to think that they were perfect for each other, united in their desire to capitalize on the wealth of my dear friend. As one of his employees, I co

However, this was a curious observation because my father, who was a mystic, had always claimed to have

. She was always drawn towards chinito (slightly oriental-looking) men who resembled Korean heartthrobs like Lee Min H

ge in the city's vibrant culture, delicious cuisine, and of course, the possibility of bumping into our favorite Kore

ed escape from our frantic lifestyles. The absence of all our concerns was a delightful shift, allowing us to relax, discover, and encounter new adv

keep up with her fiery personality and distinctive taste in men. Only time will te

de wedding. Alas, AYA won't be present, consumed by the search for her imprudent boylett . Nevertheless, the man's sweet actions of planting a tender kiss onto CL's f

celebrations that were about to unfold. But what followed was beyond anyone's expectations, and the n

ntic, with a sense of completeness that only comes with true love. Even though there was a slight misalignment

atting and laughing with everyone around her. Her groom's friends were not only handsome, but they were also

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woman to be your partner in life? And what is your name, my l

" I replied with a

"JM, sweetie, what are you doing? You're not the one getting marri

guess I got a b

father, but my friends call me CL!" I couldn't help

of us!" but The group shared a good-natured laugh, as the priest added, "Actually, I should let you a

sts. "Well, you certainly look like an angel - bu

e again, relieved to have relieved

slurring slightly from the alcohol. Unlike CL, who was clearly lost in a drunken haze, I knew exactly what I was

was necessary. So, it was a pleasant surprise that she was here with us tonight, making memories that would last a

to talk about it tomorrow or rath