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EMILY: (reading her phone) "Please don't go home tonight."
EMILY: Who is this?
UNKNOWN NUMBER: Someone who knows what happened to your sister.
EMILY: (shocked) How do you know about my sister?
UNKNOWN NUMBER: Check your wardrobe. You'll understand.
(Emily slowly turns towards the wardrobe.)
EMILY: This isn't funny.
(Her phone suddenly rings. It's her mother.)
EMILY: Mum?
MOTHER: Emily, listen carefully. Where are you?
EMILY: In my bedroom. Why?
MOTHER: Whatever you do, don't open your wardrobe.
(Emily goes silent.)
EMILY: Mum... I'm looking at it right now.
MOTHER: (crying) Then don't turn around.
(Emily's breathing becomes heavy.)
EMILY: Why?
MOTHER: Because I'm standing behind you.
(The call disconnects.)
EMILY: (whispers) Mum?
(A hand slowly rests on her shoulder.)
UNKNOWN VOICE: She's not your mother, Emily.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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EMILY: (reading her phone) "Please don't go home tonight."
EMILY: Who is this?
UNKNOWN NUMBER: Someone who knows what happened to your sister.
EMILY: (shocked) How do you know about my sister?
UNKNOWN NUMBER: Check your wardrobe. You'll understand.
(Emily slowly turns towards the wardrobe.)
EMILY: This isn't funny.
(Her phone suddenly rings. It's her mother.)
EMILY: Mum?
MOTHER: Emily, listen carefully. Where are you?
EMILY: In my bedroom. Why?
MOTHER: Whatever you do, don't open your wardrobe.
(Emily goes silent.)
EMILY: Mum... I'm looking at it right now.
MOTHER: (crying) Then don't turn around.
(Emily's breathing becomes heavy.)
EMILY: Why?
MOTHER: Because I'm standing behind you.
(The call disconnects.)
EMILY: (whispers) Mum?
(A hand slowly rests on her shoulder.)
UNKNOWN VOICE: She's not your mother, Emily.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Met a woman with 18 years of abdominal swelling, on doing a pelvic ultrasound, found she had uterine fibroids...but we have to differentiate the myths people say about fibroids and the facts ..
MYTHS -Fibroids are cancerous.• Fact: Fibroids are benign (noncancerous) muscular tumors. Having fibroids does not increase your risk of developing uterine cancer
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Their relationship was the best of relationships in the history of Game of thrones. She loved Jon from the moment she saw him and would do everything and anything for him. I wish she never died.
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My wife and I were planning to travel to Nigeria for Christmas. Family trip.
I went to get our passports from the safe. My passport was there. Her passport was not there. My kids' passports were there. Hers was gone.
I called her.
Me: Where is your passport?
Her: It's in the safe.
Me: It's not there. I checked.
Her: Maybe you didn't look well. Check again.
Me: I checked 3 times. It's not there.
Her: Oh, I took it to work for visa. For conference.
Me: Which conference? The Vancouver conference?
She went quiet.
Me: You said Vancouver was a mistake. You said you ended it then why is your passport gone?
Her: I told you I ended it! I don't talk to him again!
Me: Then where is your passport?
Her: I lost it! I lost it!
Me: You lost it? When?
Her: Last week.
Me: So you lost your passport last week and didn't tell me? We are traveling in 2 weeks!
She started crying.
Her: Why are you always checking my things? You don't trust me! You are always controlling me.
Me: I'm controlling you because I want to know where your passport is for our family trip?
Her: Yes! You are controlling me, You are like my father!
Me: Your father doesn't want to know where your passport is. I do. Because last time you took your passport, you went to Vancouver to meet a man who thought I was dead.
Her: That was one time! One time! You will never forgive me!
Me: One time? Then explain this.
I showed her my phone. I had opened Find My iPhone again. Her location history.
Last Tuesday, 9 PM. She was at Pearson Airport. Not at work. At Pearson Airport.
Me: Why were you at Pearson Airport last Tuesday at 9 PM? You said you were at work late.
Her: I... I went to drop a friend...
Me: Drop a friend at 9 PM? Which friend?
Her: My colleague...
Me: Your colleague's flight was to where?
Her: I don't know...
Me: I checked. There was a flight to Vancouver at 9:30 PM last Tuesday. Were you on it?
Her: No! I was not on it! I swear!
Me: Then why is there a boarding pass in your email? I saw it when you left your laptop open. Boarding pass. Toronto to Vancouver. Tuesday. Seat 14A. Name: Lisa Johnson.
She froze.
Her: Okay... okay... I was going to tell you...
Me: Tell me what? That you went back to Vancouver? To the man who thought I was dead? While I was home with the kids thinking you were at work?
Her: It was just to say goodbye properly! I wanted closure! I wanted to end it face to face! Because I love you! I wanted to end it for us!
Me: Closure? You needed to fly to Vancouver for closure? You needed to spend the night in his house for closure?
Her: How do you know I spent the night?
Me: Because your flight back was Wednesday morning. You came home Wednesday morning and said you worked night shift.
She fell to her knees.
Her: Please don't leave me! Please! The kids need me! I will change! I promise! It was just closure!
Me: Closure is a text. Closure is not a flight, a hotel, and a night in his bed.
Her: At least I came back! At least I didn't stay there! I came back to you! That should count for something!
I looked at her for a few seconds.
Me: Do you know what hurts the most? It's not even that you cheated. It's that you keep making me feel stupid for believing you.
Her: Please. I can explain everything.
Me: I don't need another explanation. I need the truth.
I picked up my phone.
Me: There's something else you don't know.
Her: What?
Me: I called the man in Vancouver yesterday.
Her face changed immediately.
Her: You did WHAT?
Me: I wanted to hear his side of the story.
Her: Why would you do that?
Me: Because I wanted to know what kind of relationship you two actually had.
She started shaking.
Me: Do you know what he told me?
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Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck went from arguing to kissing like they forgot the cameras were watching. 😭💀
These two need their own room! 😂❤
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I came home earlier than expected and heard my sister voice before I even reached the living room. Soft. Low. The kind of tone people use when they’re already halfway into something private.
I stopped in the hallway.
My sister was on the couch with the guy she’d been seeing. One leg was tucked under her, the other stretched out so her knee pressed against his thigh. She was leaning in close, fingers trailing slowly up and down his forearm, then higher, brushing the inside of his wrist like she was testing how far she could go.
“You know what I keep thinking about?” she murmured, almost laughing under her breath. “How you looked at me earlier. Like you were already picturing me on my knees. It’s kind of unfair.”
He shifted, clearly hard already. She noticed. Of course she did. She smiled and let her hand slide higher, over his denim, pressing lightly against the outline of his cock through his jeans.
“Fuck,” she whispered, almost to herself. “You’re already this hard just from me talking? That’s hot.” Her fingers traced the shape of him slowly, deliberately, squeezing once through the fabric. “I keep imagining how you’d feel in my mouth. How thick you’d be against my tongue. How you’d sound if I took you all the way down and just… stayed there.”
He made a quiet, strained sound. She didn’t stop. She leaned in closer, her lips nearly brushing his ear while her hand kept rubbing him through his jeans, slow and filthy.
“I’d let you fuck my throat if you wanted,” she continued, voice soft and completely shameless. “I’d look up at you the whole time. Let you watch me choke on it a little. And after, when you’re dripping and I’m all messy, I’d climb into your lap and make you watch me ride you. Slow at first. Then harder. Until you come so deep I can still feel it later.”
Her hand slipped under the waistband of his jeans then, not fully in, just enough to drag her fingertips along the hot skin of his cock. He jerked. She bit her lip, eyes half-lidded, completely unbothered by how explicit she was being in the middle of the afternoon.
That’s when she finally glanced up and saw me standing there.
She didn’t even look properly embarrassed. Just a flicker of surprise, then this slow, almost challenging little smile while her hand was still halfway down his pants.
“Oops,” she said............
