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هيام الحربي :

اتفق

2025-02-26 19:49:38

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الكاتب سمير الشمري :

المخادعون يأخذون كل شيء جميل ويرحلون 🤔🤔

2025-02-26 15:38:04

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لاتصنع المعروف في غير أهله.. 😔

2025-02-26 15:25:40

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Mahmoud :

هذا الكلام أجدو في كتاب

2025-02-26 09:21:35

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ابن الجنوب :

❤❤❤

2025-02-26 20:28:30

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2025-02-26 19:12:05

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pov: Sunghoon was your husband, but only on paper. Your marriage was a business arrangement, a pact forged to appease your families and their businesses. He was a cold, calculating man, focused solely on his work. You didn't mind his coldness; you saw your marriage as a transaction, nothing more. Your conversations were rare and always formal, devoid of warmth or intimacy. You lived together for two years, your lives a stark reflection of your marriage—a business deal, a contract, a facade. One day, after a shopping spree, you decided to grab a bite at a nearby restaurant. But your heart sank when you saw Sunghoon, his arm around a woman, both of them laughing. A wave of anger and confusion washed over you. He was smiling, truly smiling, something you had never seen him do before. It was as if he was a different person, a person you didn't know. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision. You couldn't understand the sudden surge of emotions, the unfamiliar pang in your chest. It was a feeling you had never experienced before, a feeling you couldn't explain. You turned and left, your heart heavy with a strange mix of anger and sadness. The image of Sunghoon with that woman replayed in your mind, a constant reminder of the emptiness of your marriage. Later that evening, you lay in bed, trying to forget what you had seen. The sound of the door opening jolted you awake. You pretended to be asleep, your heart pounding against your ribs. Sunghoon's presence filled the room, his scent a familiar yet unwelcome comfort. The next morning, you were eating breakfast when Sunghoon emerged from your room, dressed in a sharp suit. He didn't even glance at the breakfast table.

pov: Sunghoon was your husband, but only on paper. Your marriage was a business arrangement, a pact forged to appease your families and their businesses. He was a cold, calculating man, focused solely on his work. You didn't mind his coldness; you saw your marriage as a transaction, nothing more. Your conversations were rare and always formal, devoid of warmth or intimacy. You lived together for two years, your lives a stark reflection of your marriage—a business deal, a contract, a facade. One day, after a shopping spree, you decided to grab a bite at a nearby restaurant. But your heart sank when you saw Sunghoon, his arm around a woman, both of them laughing. A wave of anger and confusion washed over you. He was smiling, truly smiling, something you had never seen him do before. It was as if he was a different person, a person you didn't know. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision. You couldn't understand the sudden surge of emotions, the unfamiliar pang in your chest. It was a feeling you had never experienced before, a feeling you couldn't explain. You turned and left, your heart heavy with a strange mix of anger and sadness. The image of Sunghoon with that woman replayed in your mind, a constant reminder of the emptiness of your marriage. Later that evening, you lay in bed, trying to forget what you had seen. The sound of the door opening jolted you awake. You pretended to be asleep, your heart pounding against your ribs. Sunghoon's presence filled the room, his scent a familiar yet unwelcome comfort. The next morning, you were eating breakfast when Sunghoon emerged from your room, dressed in a sharp suit. He didn't even glance at the breakfast table. "You're not eating?" you asked, surprised. He never left the house without breakfast. "No, I have a meeting," he replied, his voice emotionless. You nodded, your gaze following him as he walked out the door. The image of the woman from the restaurant flashed in your mind. A wave of sadness washed over you, a feeling you couldn't shake off. You felt a strange yearning, a longing for something you couldn't define. You decided to go to a club, hoping to drown your sorrows in alcohol. You tried to push Sunghoon out of your mind, but his image kept resurfacing, taunting you with its unwelcome presence. You drank, trying to forget, to numb the pain. But the alcohol only amplified your emotions, making you feel dizzy and confused. A man approached you, asking to join you. Lost in your own world, you agreed, barely registering his presence. You drank together, your conversation a blur. After an hour, you decided to go home. But your legs felt like jelly, and you stumbled, falling into the arms of the man beside you. "Are you okay?" he asked, holding you steady. You nodded, unable to speak. "I'll take you home," he said, and you weakly agreed. As you reached the parking lot, the man was about to help you into his car when a strong hand grabbed your waist. "What are you doing with my wife?" a voice boomed. It was Sunghoon, his face a mask of fury. He pulled you close, your body pressed against his. You were too drunk to understand what was happening. You heard their voices, but the words were jumbled, meaningless. Then, you felt yourself being lifted, your body cradled in Sunghoon's arms. He carried you to the car, his grip firm and possessive. Once you were inside, he turned to you, his voice low and dangerous. "What's going on? Why were you drinking so much? Why were you with that man?" You smirked, your eyes glazed over. "It's because of you. It's your fault." He frowned, his expression unreadable. "Me? What do I have to do with it?" "I wanted to forget about you. About you and that girl. I don't know how to explain it, but when I saw you with her, I felt something strange. I felt angry and sad at the same time. What are you doing to me?" +(comsec) #SUNGHOON #sunghoon #sunghoonpov #pov #enhypen #enhypenpov #enhypenedit #fyp #foryou #foryoupage #fypシ゚ #viral #engene

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