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The sky was bluest blue and the squawking of birds flying above made ire feel thrilled. Being able to walk without <b>cameras </b>following her <b>was a </b>new feeling. It was like <b>she </b>was independent again.
Excitement danced with abandon in her spirit as she moved further. The reason <b>she </b>was alone here was because of the significance of this ce. <b>She </b><b>had </be <b>upon </b>a bridge above the river of blessing.
She recalled Shawn’s words, “The river of blessing <b>has </b>changed the <b>lives </b>of many believers, ire. You throw things you don’t want in your life in the river and it blesses you with whatever you want. Just make sure <b>that </b>you make your wishes. wisely.
Although he also said that it <b>was </b>a great tourist attraction, she was a little <b>doubtful</b>. She grazed the surroundings around her and realized that not a single soul <b>was </b>present here. There was just her.
It <b>was </b>surprising for a ce of tourist attraction to be void of breathing souls.
Anyway, she headed further upon the bridge until she was in the center. She peeked below the bridge by resting her hands on the railing. Her eyes fluttered in bewilderment because the water rippled intensely.
<b>Sun </b>shone on the water, <b>making </b>it look like a river of glitters. Waves formed and crashed against the pirs holding the bridge together.
The railings are not high. Should someone fall down from here not <b>even </b>their traces would be found, let <b>alone </b>their corpse.” She blew out <b>a </b>breath of surprise,
<b>She </b>admired the view though. It was warm to the eyes. She somewhere thanked that no tourist was here today. Or else, she would have been ufortable in their <b>scrutiny</b>.
A whileter, <b>she </b><b>heaved </b>deeply as it was time to make her wish
ire unzipped her side bag. She withdrew her divorce certificate <b>and </b>a diary with entries she made about Hunter when she was a teenager. There was also the blue baggy pants with dry blood and white shirt that she had worn that day when she miscarried her baby.
A lump formed in her throat. She suppressed her tears as she longing regarded her diary and other stuff.
Whatever she was going through today in the river of blessing had some of the most impactful asions of her life attached
to them.
She started with the divorce certificate the <b>least </b>wanted memory that she couldn’t avoid at any cost.
“This <b>divorce </b>took away my everything. Turn it into my changing <b>point</b>. I don’t want to remember it as the end of my happy life. Make it my ticket to eternal happiness and contentment.” She mumbled her wish and dropped the certificate <b>down </b>the bridge.
ire’s <b>skin </b>buzzed with delight as she observed the document get carried along by winds for a <b>while</b>. Its edges fluttered like wings of a bird but it couldn’t persist. It was <b>sucked </b>down into the water and <b>submerged</b>.
Then she tossed her clothes <b>and </b>made her wish with a heavy heart, “This was my first baby. I couldn’t feel him or enjoy my time <b>as </b><b>a </b>pregnant <b>woman</b>. If his father was to be majorly me for his loss, I am <b>also </b>ountable for being <b>careless </b>to some degree. I let his father’s <b>actions </b>affect me. I am sorry, <b>baby</b>
“I will always miss my baby and keep him in my thoughts and prayers. If I conceive again then I want to be the mother of the <b>ume </b><b>baby</b>. Let the Christ bless me with the baby I <b>lost </b>so I can make up for all my negligence to him. I want to give the love and attention my baby deserved”
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Her chest heaved with building <b>emotions</b>. ire was supposed to be lighter and lighter with every memory she tossed into <b>the </b>river and made <b>a </b><b>wish</b>. <b>s</b>, it was <b>having </b><b>an </b>adverse effect on her.
ire stood strong. She didn’t let tears ooze out of her eyes <b>as </b>she stroked the surface of her diary.
She decorated <b>it </b>with stars and jewels. This diary carried all <b>her </b>secrets. All her feelings from the moment she stumbled on Hunter as a teenager. There were cut–outs of <b>his </b>images published in the newspaper and magazines too.
A faint smile quivered on her lips as shezily flipped <b>through </b>the pages. Then without any remorse, she let it fall and watched as it sank in the water.
“None of this would <b>have </b>happened to me if I <b>had </b>not encountered Hunter. I thought he was the one for me. But I was so wrong” She paused. “I will not wish to go back in time and change my feelings for him. I really relished that time. Those memories have their own ce in my life. I will <b>take </b>a lesson from them. But Hunter… I will not forget him. I will seek <b>my </b>revenge on <b>him </b>at any cost.
“That’s why I wish to be stronger as my journey from <b>now </b>on is going to be intense. It’ll require strength and a strong <b>heart</b>. I wish to destroy Hunter. I wish to see him bleeding through and through.”
ire smiled wretchedly amidst teary eyes. Her heart may race at how cruel her words sounded, her mind was at peace. She liked it. Liked all the wishes she made.
Satisfied with herself, she decided to spend some more time by the railing. ire held it and leaned forward, trying to look down at the currents in the water which appeared tumultuous, raging with an unstoppable energy.
“I always believed you were a woman of immense strength, Mrs Macintyre.” An unknown voice rang behind her back, startling her.
Her grip on the railing loosened. She lost her bnce and her feet were airborne. Her eyes became wide as the sound of rippling water was all she could hear.
Before she fell off the bridge a strong arm banded around her waist and yanked her back.
“Are you fucking crazy, woman!” ire heard a wrathful grumble as she was whirled around.
Her breath got caught in her throat as she realized who the man was that saved her.
“Had I been one secondte then you would have lost your life!” She heard but she was too numb to react
“I didn’t realize you are from the weak ones who think suicide is the solution to all the problems, Mrs. Macintyre. <b>You </b>disgust me.
Fury mmed into ire. She <b>pointed </b>a finger at the man and boomed, “Mind your words, Tyler Murphy. You are no one to judge me and my actions. And who told you I was here tomit suicide?*
“It was obvious in front of my eyes, Mrs. Macintyre! I saw you leaning forward. If I hadn’t stopped you then you would have jumped down.”
Tyler’s jaw ached from all the clenching. He regretteding here to meet ire MacIntyre on her brother’s insistence. Last night when Scott narrated everything to him, Tyler felt pitiful for his sister. He had refused his request since he kept his personal and professional life <b>separate</b>. And meeting ire <b>would </b>be an open vition of his principle.
<b>But </b>he agreed because Shawn promised to bring the Student of the Year’s trophy home this year<b>.</b>
Even though he knew that <b>Shawn </b>getting the student of the years trophy was as impossible <b>as </b>sighting a lion <b>spare </b>his prey, he was willing to meet ire. He didn’t know why but he wanted to calcte the damage her rival had done to his once radiating wife.
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He canceled important meetings for today just so he could meet ire. But what he walked on made <b>his </b>body stop. functioning for a few <b>dreadful </b>seconds. ire was bending over the railing, preparing to throw herself att
In an instant he realized the damage was irrevocable.
He may <b>have </b>saved her from dying, he wasn’t going to take the responsibility to heal her.
<b>The </b>woman was cracked in the head. The love of his rival had wounded her terminally
“I wasn’t going to jump down, Mr. Murphy! Why would I want to end my life? I have no reason to.”
“You don’t?” Tyler folded his hands <b>as </b>he eyedher,
Embarrassment colored her cheeks rosy red. <b>ire </b>pondered, Obviously you know everything, Tyler Murphy. How will you not? You are my ex–husband’s rival. It’s amon practice in the corporate world to keep note of everything happening in <b>your </b>enemy’s life.
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“Even if I have every reason I didn’te here to kill <b>myself</b>, Me Murphy. It’s because of you I lost my bnce and almost fell down.”
Tyler squinted his eyes at her as he muttered, “Was he so important in your life that <b>you </b>came here to kill yourself, Mrs. MacintyreCcontent ? exclusive by N?/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.
Why couldn’t he get it? She. Didn’t Come. Here. To Die.
ire’s anger i
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“First things first, I am not Mrs. Macintyre. I’m ire Argent. If you want to talk to me, call me with my real name.”
“Regarding your wrong impression of me wanting tomit suicide, <b>you </b><b>are </b>mistaken. Who woulde to kill themselves. upon the river of blessing?”
“I don’t know where you get your information from, Mrs Macintyre. This is not any river of blessing. Tyler said with a raise of a brow. “And if it was someone who said that then maybe they were kidding with <b>you</b>”
“This bridge <b>is </b>notorious for its deathly history. It’s a famous suicide point which was closed down for safety <b>reasons</b>.” Tyler said <b>as </b>he regarded her. “That’s why you being here only points to one thing…
“T” ire lost her voice.
She couldn’t believe that her brother <b>would </b>do this to her.
“You little jerk, I will kick your <b>ass </b>when I see you next. Just see! <b>You </b>sent me to <b>a </b>suicide spot lying that it is a tourist ce that fulfills wishes. I was stupid that I believed you.”
“Erm, I didn’t know it <b>was </b><b>a </b><b>suicide </b>spot. Someone told me the river below <b>is </b><b>the </b>point of attraction here which goes by the name “river of blessing.””
“And <b>you </b>believed them? Tyler shook his head,
“Are you really so innocent or simply <b>naive</b>?”
ire opened her mouth, then closed it.
She was neither innocent nor naive. She just blindly put her trust in people.
“I should really not do this but <b>thanks </b><b>for </b>saving me from falling With that<b>, </b>she bailed out <b>as </b>she didn’t want to <b>embarrass </b>henell morE.
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Not even she had gone ten steps ahead, she felt hot fingers curling around her wrist.
Tyler was beside her. ire’s cheeks heated up. So did her whole body because Tyler Murphy was indeed a piece of art.
She gawked at his pretty face. Her eyes fell on his lips that parted, making her belly roll.
“Let me take you back home, Mrs. Macintyre
<b>A </b>start
rage and frustration rose up in her blood. As handsome as he was on the outside, his mouth was like a double- edged sword.
Tim not a MacIntyre. Why don’t you-
“You will be a MacIntyre in my eyes as long as you are attached to him. Tyler opened the door of his eyes–turning ck
“Tam not attached to him.”
“Yes, you <b>are</b>. I wouldn’t be here if that wasn’t the case.
He started the car. A good decision or else recalled wint he said earlier.
ire would have jumped out. She was going to be quiet around him until she
“Wait. Did you just say that you wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t attached to my ex–husband?”
“That’s right.”
“Are you a prophet or something? Who told you I am attached to my husband?” Tyler’s face turned as his brows went high. ire quickly realized her mistake and uttered, I mean ex–huslkind. I am not attached to my ex–husband.”
Tyler kept quiet. But ire <b>was </b>uneasy. A wave of restlessness washed over her. She wanted to <b>know </b>what he meant by “he wouldn’t be here if she <b>wasn’t </b>attached to her ex–husband?
“<b>You </b>didn’t answer my question.” <b>She </b>asked.
Tyler saw her face from his peripheral vision. She was waiting patiently but deep within he could feel her temper boiling. He pitied Scott but eventually answered.
“Your brother came to mest night requesting me to be your boyfriend.”
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