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The car sped down the road in the darkness. Sitting in the back, Debbie looked outside the window blankly, wide awake. The headlights of other cars knifed through the gloom. The girl in the passenger seat was giggling and speaking to Carlos. It bothered Debbie so much she wanted to plug her ears. Carlos didn't talk much and only responded when it was necessary. He didn't seem all that perturbed by the situation. But he never embarrassed Megan by allowing awkward silence. He made conversation quite pleasant for the girl. And the way she was carrying on, you could tell she enjoyed every minute. The car slowed down as it approached a large, fancy housing community. 'This must be where the girl lives, ' Debbie thought. There were tens of floors in each building. The skyscrapers made Debbie wonder whether Megan's apartment was a gift from Carlos. When the car came to a halt, Megan was ready to get out. "Wait up. It's dark, and not safe for you to walk alone. I'll walk you to the door," Carlos offered. Debbie was fed up. 'Is she your wife or am I. Why do you care so much about her. Her building is right there! Only a heartbeat away from the car! How dangerous can it be.! And there are security guards patrolling the area!' she cursed inwardly. "Okay, thank you, Uncle Carlos," Megan said gratefully. Carlos looked back at Debbie before exiting the car, only to find that she was in the back seat, back straight, eyes closed. Assuming that she was asleep, he got out without waking her up. In reality, she was as stiff as a board, and mortified. Debbie waited in the car for twenty minutes, but there was no trace of her man. She was so furious she started laughing. 'He is probably staying with her!' In the past, she would have exploded with rage by now. Yet in front of Carlos, she held her tongue. But staying in the car was impossible. She got out angrily and walked towards the entrance of the community. Ten minutes later, her phone rang. It was Carlos. Debbie gave a sneer and picked it up. "Mr. Huo, your lady get in alright." "Where are you." "I left, of course! Do you think I should have stayed until something happened between you two. Or gone upstairs and watched." Debbie blurted out furiously. For a moment, the other end of the phone was silent. "Megan is a kid Wesley and I are fostering together. Don't overthink it." He finally spoke. "Huh! Fostering! Mr. Huo, you ARE rich. I'm overthinking it. Mr. Huo, think about what you did. And ask yourself why I'm mad!" Carlos ignored her sarcasm. "Where are you." he asked again. He wanted to explain everything in person. "Don't bother looking for me! Bye!" She hung up. Since it was a high-end community, it was in a remote location. At that hour, there were few cars on the road and a taxi was nowhere to be found. Debbie attempted to call a taxi through an app on her phone. But as soon as she unlocked her phone, Carlos called again. She hung up and logged in to the app, but Carlos called again. He kept calling and interrupting her. She gave up trying to get a ride. Frustrated and angry, Debbie sat on the curb, glaring at the road. Then her phone buzzed. It was a message from Carlos. "Go ahead. Refuse my next call. See what happens," he threatened. When he called again, Debbie thundered, "Mr. Huo, I never knew you had such thick skin to keep calling like that. When someone doesn't answer your call, it means they don't want to talk to you. Get it." Carlos' patience ran out. His face darkened. Then a familiar figure by the roadside came into view. He hung up the phone without a word. Looking at her phone after Carlos had hung up, Debbie smiled wanly. 'This is unbelievable! Is he angry at me now. How could he, after what he did.!' she said to herself. Soon, a car drove over. Debbie stood up. The headlights were so glaring she had to turn her head away and close her eyes while walking backwards. When the car stopped beside her, she recognized that it was Carlos' Emperor. He stepped out of the car, walked over to her, and pulled her into his
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The car sped down the road in the darkness. Sitting in the back, Debbie looked outside the window blankly, wide awake. The headlights of other cars knifed through the gloom. The girl in the passenger seat was giggling and speaking to Carlos. It bothered Debbie so much she wanted to plug her ears. Carlos didn't talk much and only responded when it was necessary. He didn't seem all that perturbed by the situation. But he never embarrassed Megan by allowing awkward silence. He made conversation quite pleasant for the girl. And the way she was carrying on, you could tell she enjoyed every minute. The car slowed down as it approached a large, fancy housing community. 'This must be where the girl lives, ' Debbie thought. There were tens of floors in each building. The skyscrapers made Debbie wonder whether Megan's apartment was a gift from Carlos. When the car came to a halt, Megan was ready to get out. "Wait up. It's dark, and not safe for you to walk alone. I'll walk you to the door," Carlos offered. Debbie was fed up. 'Is she your wife or am I. Why do you care so much about her. Her building is right there! Only a heartbeat away from the car! How dangerous can it be.! And there are security guards patrolling the area!' she cursed inwardly. "Okay, thank you, Uncle Carlos," Megan said gratefully. Carlos looked back at Debbie before exiting the car, only to find that she was in the back seat, back straight, eyes closed. Assuming that she was asleep, he got out without waking her up. In reality, she was as stiff as a board, and mortified. Debbie waited in the car for twenty minutes, but there was no trace of her man. She was so furious she started laughing. 'He is probably staying with her!' In the past, she would have exploded with rage by now. Yet in front of Carlos, she held her tongue. But staying in the car was impossible. She got out angrily and walked towards the entrance of the community. Ten minutes later, her phone rang. It was Carlos. Debbie gave a sneer and picked it up. "Mr. Huo, your lady get in alright." "Where are you." "I left, of course! Do you think I should have stayed until something happened between you two. Or gone upstairs and watched." Debbie blurted out furiously. For a moment, the other end of the phone was silent. "Megan is a kid Wesley and I are fostering together. Don't overthink it." He finally spoke. "Huh! Fostering! Mr. Huo, you ARE rich. I'm overthinking it. Mr. Huo, think about what you did. And ask yourself why I'm mad!" Carlos ignored her sarcasm. "Where are you." he asked again. He wanted to explain everything in person. "Don't bother looking for me! Bye!" She hung up. Since it was a high-end community, it was in a remote location. At that hour, there were few cars on the road and a taxi was nowhere to be found. Debbie attempted to call a taxi through an app on her phone. But as soon as she unlocked her phone, Carlos called again. She hung up and logged in to the app, but Carlos called again. He kept calling and interrupting her. She gave up trying to get a ride. Frustrated and angry, Debbie sat on the curb, glaring at the road. Then her phone buzzed. It was a message from Carlos. "Go ahead. Refuse my next call. See what happens," he threatened. When he called again, Debbie thundered, "Mr. Huo, I never knew you had such thick skin to keep calling like that. When someone doesn't answer your call, it means they don't want to talk to you. Get it." Carlos' patience ran out. His face darkened. Then a familiar figure by the roadside came into view. He hung up the phone without a word. Looking at her phone after Carlos had hung up, Debbie smiled wanly. 'This is unbelievable! Is he angry at me now. How could he, after what he did.!' she said to herself. Soon, a car drove over. Debbie stood up. The headlights were so glaring she had to turn her head away and close her eyes while walking backwards. When the car stopped beside her, she recognized that it was Carlos' Emperor. He stepped out of the car, walked over to her, and pulled her into his
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The car sped down the road in the darkness. Sitting in the back, Debbie looked outside the window blankly, wide awake. The headlights of other cars knifed through the gloom. The girl in the passenger seat was giggling and speaking to Carlos. It bothered Debbie so much she wanted to plug her ears. Carlos didn't talk much and only responded when it was necessary. He didn't seem all that perturbed by the situation. But he never embarrassed Megan by allowing awkward silence. He made conversation quite pleasant for the girl. And the way she was carrying on, you could tell she enjoyed every minute. The car slowed down as it approached a large, fancy housing community. 'This must be where the girl lives, ' Debbie thought. There were tens of floors in each building. The skyscrapers made Debbie wonder whether Megan's apartment was a gift from Carlos. When the car came to a halt, Megan was ready to get out. "Wait up. It's dark, and not safe for you to walk alone. I'll walk you to the door," Carlos offered. Debbie was fed up. 'Is she your wife or am I. Why do you care so much about her. Her building is right there! Only a heartbeat away from the car! How dangerous can it be.! And there are security guards patrolling the area!' she cursed inwardly. "Okay, thank you, Uncle Carlos," Megan said gratefully. Carlos looked back at Debbie before exiting the car, only to find that she was in the back seat, back straight, eyes closed. Assuming that she was asleep, he got out without waking her up. In reality, she was as stiff as a board, and mortified. Debbie waited in the car for twenty minutes, but there was no trace of her man. She was so furious she started laughing. 'He is probably staying with her!' In the past, she would have exploded with rage by now. Yet in front of Carlos, she held her tongue. But staying in the car was impossible. She got out angrily and walked towards the entrance of the community. Ten minutes later, her phone rang. It was Carlos. Debbie gave a sneer and picked it up. "Mr. Huo, your lady get in alright." "Where are you." "I left, of course! Do you think I should have stayed until something happened between you two. Or gone upstairs and watched." Debbie blurted out furiously. For a moment, the other end of the phone was silent. "Megan is a kid Wesley and I are fostering together. Don't overthink it." He finally spoke. "Huh! Fostering! Mr. Huo, you ARE rich. I'm overthinking it. Mr. Huo, think about what you did. And ask yourself why I'm mad!" Carlos ignored her sarcasm. "Where are you." he asked again. He wanted to explain everything in person. "Don't bother looking for me! Bye!" She hung up. Since it was a high-end community, it was in a remote location. At that hour, there were few cars on the road and a taxi was nowhere to be found. Debbie attempted to call a taxi through an app on her phone. But as soon as she unlocked her phone, Carlos called again. She hung up and logged in to the app, but Carlos called again. He kept calling and interrupting her. She gave up trying to get a ride. Frustrated and angry, Debbie sat on the curb, glaring at the road. Then her phone buzzed. It was a message from Carlos. "Go ahead. Refuse my next call. See what happens," he threatened. When he called again, Debbie thundered, "Mr. Huo, I never knew you had such thick skin to keep calling like that. When someone doesn't answer your call, it means they don't want to talk to you. Get it." Carlos' patience ran out. His face darkened. Then a familiar figure by the roadside came into view. He hung up the phone without a word. Looking at her phone after Carlos had hung up, Debbie smiled wanly. 'This is unbelievable! Is he angry at me now. How could he, after what he did.!' she said to herself. Soon, a car drove over. Debbie stood up. The headlights were so glaring she had to turn her head away and close her eyes while walking backwards. When the car stopped beside her, she recognized that it was Carlos' Emperor. He stepped out of the car, walked over to her, and pulled her into his
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The car sped down the road in the darkness. Sitting in the back, Debbie looked outside the window blankly, wide awake. The headlights of other cars knifed through the gloom. The girl in the passenger seat was giggling and speaking to Carlos. It bothered Debbie so much she wanted to plug her ears. Carlos didn't talk much and only responded when it was necessary. He didn't seem all that perturbed by the situation. But he never embarrassed Megan by allowing awkward silence. He made conversation quite pleasant for the girl. And the way she was carrying on, you could tell she enjoyed every minute. The car slowed down as it approached a large, fancy housing community. 'This must be where the girl lives, ' Debbie thought. There were tens of floors in each building. The skyscrapers made Debbie wonder whether Megan's apartment was a gift from Carlos. When the car came to a halt, Megan was ready to get out. "Wait up. It's dark, and not safe for you to walk alone. I'll walk you to the door," Carlos offered. Debbie was fed up. 'Is she your wife or am I. Why do you care so much about her. Her building is right there! Only a heartbeat away from the car! How dangerous can it be.! And there are security guards patrolling the area!' she cursed inwardly. "Okay, thank you, Uncle Carlos," Megan said gratefully. Carlos looked back at Debbie before exiting the car, only to find that she was in the back seat, back straight, eyes closed. Assuming that she was asleep, he got out without waking her up. In reality, she was as stiff as a board, and mortified. Debbie waited in the car for twenty minutes, but there was no trace of her man. She was so furious she started laughing. 'He is probably staying with her!' In the past, she would have exploded with rage by now. Yet in front of Carlos, she held her tongue. But staying in the car was impossible. She got out angrily and walked towards the entrance of the community. Ten minutes later, her phone rang. It was Carlos. Debbie gave a sneer and picked it up. "Mr. Huo, your lady get in alright." "Where are you." "I left, of course! Do you think I should have stayed until something happened between you two. Or gone upstairs and watched." Debbie blurted out furiously. For a moment, the other end of the phone was silent. "Megan is a kid Wesley and I are fostering together. Don't overthink it." He finally spoke. "Huh! Fostering! Mr. Huo, you ARE rich. I'm overthinking it. Mr. Huo, think about what you did. And ask yourself why I'm mad!" Carlos ignored her sarcasm. "Where are you." he asked again. He wanted to explain everything in person. "Don't bother looking for me! Bye!" She hung up. Since it was a high-end community, it was in a remote location. At that hour, there were few cars on the road and a taxi was nowhere to be found. Debbie attempted to call a taxi through an app on her phone. But as soon as she unlocked her phone, Carlos called again. She hung up and logged in to the app, but Carlos called again. He kept calling and interrupting her. She gave up trying to get a ride. Frustrated and angry, Debbie sat on the curb, glaring at the road. Then her phone buzzed. It was a message from Carlos. "Go ahead. Refuse my next call. See what happens," he threatened. When he called again, Debbie thundered, "Mr. Huo, I never knew you had such thick skin to keep calling like that. When someone doesn't answer your call, it means they don't want to talk to you. Get it." Carlos' patience ran out. His face darkened. Then a familiar figure by the roadside came into view. He hung up the phone without a word. Looking at her phone after Carlos had hung up, Debbie smiled wanly. 'This is unbelievable! Is he angry at me now. How could he, after what he did.!' she said to herself. Soon, a car drove over. Debbie stood up. The headlights were so glaring she had to turn her head away and close her eyes while walking backwards. When the car stopped beside her, she recognized that it was Carlos' Emperor. He stepped out of the car, walked over to her, and pulled her into his
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The car sped down the road in the darkness. Sitting in the back, Debbie looked outside the window blankly, wide awake. The headlights of other cars knifed through the gloom. The girl in the passenger seat was giggling and speaking to Carlos. It bothered Debbie so much she wanted to plug her ears. Carlos didn't talk much and only responded when it was necessary. He didn't seem all that perturbed by the situation. But he never embarrassed Megan by allowing awkward silence. He made conversation quite pleasant for the girl. And the way she was carrying on, you could tell she enjoyed every minute. The car slowed down as it approached a large, fancy housing community. 'This must be where the girl lives, ' Debbie thought. There were tens of floors in each building. The skyscrapers made Debbie wonder whether Megan's apartment was a gift from Carlos. When the car came to a halt, Megan was ready to get out. "Wait up. It's dark, and not safe for you to walk alone. I'll walk you to the door," Carlos offered. Debbie was fed up. 'Is she your wife or am I. Why do you care so much about her. Her building is right there! Only a heartbeat away from the car! How dangerous can it be.! And there are security guards patrolling the area!' she cursed inwardly. "Okay, thank you, Uncle Carlos," Megan said gratefully. Carlos looked back at Debbie before exiting the car, only to find that she was in the back seat, back straight, eyes closed. Assuming that she was asleep, he got out without waking her up. In reality, she was as stiff as a board, and mortified. Debbie waited in the car for twenty minutes, but there was no trace of her man. She was so furious she started laughing. 'He is probably staying with her!' In the past, she would have exploded with rage by now. Yet in front of Carlos, she held her tongue. But staying in the car was impossible. She got out angrily and walked towards the entrance of the community. Ten minutes later, her phone rang. It was Carlos. Debbie gave a sneer and picked it up. "Mr. Huo, your lady get in alright." "Where are you." "I left, of course! Do you think I should have stayed until something happened between you two. Or gone upstairs and watched." Debbie blurted out furiously. For a moment, the other end of the phone was silent. "Megan is a kid Wesley and I are fostering together. Don't overthink it." He finally spoke. "Huh! Fostering! Mr. Huo, you ARE rich. I'm overthinking it. Mr. Huo, think about what you did. And ask yourself why I'm mad!" Carlos ignored her sarcasm. "Where are you." he asked again. He wanted to explain everything in person. "Don't bother looking for me! Bye!" She hung up. Since it was a high-end community, it was in a remote location. At that hour, there were few cars on the road and a taxi was nowhere to be found. Debbie attempted to call a taxi through an app on her phone. But as soon as she unlocked her phone, Carlos called again. She hung up and logged in to the app, but Carlos called again. He kept calling and interrupting her. She gave up trying to get a ride. Frustrated and angry, Debbie sat on the curb, glaring at the road. Then her phone buzzed. It was a message from Carlos. "Go ahead. Refuse my next call. See what happens," he threatened. When he called again, Debbie thundered, "Mr. Huo, I never knew you had such thick skin to keep calling like that. When someone doesn't answer your call, it means they don't want to talk to you. Get it." Carlos' patience ran out. His face darkened. Then a familiar figure by the roadside came into view. He hung up the phone without a word. Looking at her phone after Carlos had hung up, Debbie smiled wanly. 'This is unbelievable! Is he angry at me now. How could he, after what he did.!' she said to herself. Soon, a car drove over. Debbie stood up. The headlights were so glaring she had to turn her head away and close her eyes while walking backwards. When the car stopped beside her, she recognized that it was Carlos' Emperor. He stepped out of the car, walked over to her, and pulled her into his
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The car sped down the road in the darkness. Sitting in the back, Debbie looked outside the window blankly, wide awake. The headlights of other cars knifed through the gloom. The girl in the passenger seat was giggling and speaking to Carlos. It bothered Debbie so much she wanted to plug her ears. Carlos didn't talk much and only responded when it was necessary. He didn't seem all that perturbed by the situation. But he never embarrassed Megan by allowing awkward silence. He made conversation quite pleasant for the girl. And the way she was carrying on, you could tell she enjoyed every minute. The car slowed down as it approached a large, fancy housing community. 'This must be where the girl lives, ' Debbie thought. There were tens of floors in each building. The skyscrapers made Debbie wonder whether Megan's apartment was a gift from Carlos. When the car came to a halt, Megan was ready to get out. "Wait up. It's dark, and not safe for you to walk alone. I'll walk you to the door," Carlos offered. Debbie was fed up. 'Is she your wife or am I. Why do you care so much about her. Her building is right there! Only a heartbeat away from the car! How dangerous can it be.! And there are security guards patrolling the area!' she cursed inwardly. "Okay, thank you, Uncle Carlos," Megan said gratefully. Carlos looked back at Debbie before exiting the car, only to find that she was in the back seat, back straight, eyes closed. Assuming that she was asleep, he got out without waking her up. In reality, she was as stiff as a board, and mortified. Debbie waited in the car for twenty minutes, but there was no trace of her man. She was so furious she started laughing. 'He is probably staying with her!' In the past, she would have exploded with rage by now. Yet in front of Carlos, she held her tongue. But staying in the car was impossible. She got out angrily and walked towards the entrance of the community. Ten minutes later, her phone rang. It was Carlos. Debbie gave a sneer and picked it up. "Mr. Huo, your lady get in alright." "Where are you." "I left, of course! Do you think I should have stayed until something happened between you two. Or gone upstairs and watched." Debbie blurted out furiously. For a moment, the other end of the phone was silent. "Megan is a kid Wesley and I are fostering together. Don't overthink it." He finally spoke. "Huh! Fostering! Mr. Huo, you ARE rich. I'm overthinking it. Mr. Huo, think about what you did. And ask yourself why I'm mad!" Carlos ignored her sarcasm. "Where are you." he asked again. He wanted to explain everything in person. "Don't bother looking for me! Bye!" She hung up. Since it was a high-end community, it was in a remote location. At that hour, there were few cars on the road and a taxi was nowhere to be found. Debbie attempted to call a taxi through an app on her phone. But as soon as she unlocked her phone, Carlos called again. She hung up and logged in to the app, but Carlos called again. He kept calling and interrupting her. She gave up trying to get a ride. Frustrated and angry, Debbie sat on the curb, glaring at the road. Then her phone buzzed. It was a message from Carlos. "Go ahead. Refuse my next call. See what happens," he threatened. When he called again, Debbie thundered, "Mr. Huo, I never knew you had such thick skin to keep calling like that. When someone doesn't answer your call, it means they don't want to talk to you. Get it." Carlos' patience ran out. His face darkened. Then a familiar figure by the roadside came into view. He hung up the phone without a word. Looking at her phone after Carlos had hung up, Debbie smiled wanly. 'This is unbelievable! Is he angry at me now. How could he, after what he did.!' she said to herself. Soon, a car drove over. Debbie stood up. The headlights were so glaring she had to turn her head away and close her eyes while walking backwards. When the car stopped beside her, she recognized that it was Carlos' Emperor. He stepped out of the car, walked over to her, and pulled her into his
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The car sped down the road in the darkness. Sitting in the back, Debbie looked outside the window blankly, wide awake. The headlights of other cars knifed through the gloom. The girl in the passenger seat was giggling and speaking to Carlos. It bothered Debbie so much she wanted to plug her ears. Carlos didn't talk much and only responded when it was necessary. He didn't seem all that perturbed by the situation. But he never embarrassed Megan by allowing awkward silence. He made conversation quite pleasant for the girl. And the way she was carrying on, you could tell she enjoyed every minute. The car slowed down as it approached a large, fancy housing community. 'This must be where the girl lives, ' Debbie thought. There were tens of floors in each building. The skyscrapers made Debbie wonder whether Megan's apartment was a gift from Carlos. When the car came to a halt, Megan was ready to get out. "Wait up. It's dark, and not safe for you to walk alone. I'll walk you to the door," Carlos offered. Debbie was fed up. 'Is she your wife or am I. Why do you care so much about her. Her building is right there! Only a heartbeat away from the car! How dangerous can it be.! And there are security guards patrolling the area!' she cursed inwardly. "Okay, thank you, Uncle Carlos," Megan said gratefully. Carlos looked back at Debbie before exiting the car, only to find that she was in the back seat, back straight, eyes closed. Assuming that she was asleep, he got out without waking her up. In reality, she was as stiff as a board, and mortified. Debbie waited in the car for twenty minutes, but there was no trace of her man. She was so furious she started laughing. 'He is probably staying with her!' In the past, she would have exploded with rage by now. Yet in front of Carlos, she held her tongue. But staying in the car was impossible. She got out angrily and walked towards the entrance of the community. Ten minutes later, her phone rang. It was Carlos. Debbie gave a sneer and picked it up. "Mr. Huo, your lady get in alright." "Where are you." "I left, of course! Do you think I should have stayed until something happened between you two. Or gone upstairs and watched." Debbie blurted out furiously. For a moment, the other end of the phone was silent. "Megan is a kid Wesley and I are fostering together. Don't overthink it." He finally spoke. "Huh! Fostering! Mr. Huo, you ARE rich. I'm overthinking it. Mr. Huo, think about what you did. And ask yourself why I'm mad!" Carlos ignored her sarcasm. "Where are you." he asked again. He wanted to explain everything in person. "Don't bother looking for me! Bye!" She hung up. Since it was a high-end community, it was in a remote location. At that hour, there were few cars on the road and a taxi was nowhere to be found. Debbie attempted to call a taxi through an app on her phone. But as soon as she unlocked her phone, Carlos called again. She hung up and logged in to the app, but Carlos called again. He kept calling and interrupting her. She gave up trying to get a ride. Frustrated and angry, Debbie sat on the curb, glaring at the road. Then her phone buzzed. It was a message from Carlos. "Go ahead. Refuse my next call. See what happens," he threatened. When he called again, Debbie thundered, "Mr. Huo, I never knew you had such thick skin to keep calling like that. When someone doesn't answer your call, it means they don't want to talk to you. Get it." Carlos' patience ran out. His face darkened. Then a familiar figure by the roadside came into view. He hung up the phone without a word. Looking at her phone after Carlos had hung up, Debbie smiled wanly. 'This is unbelievable! Is he angry at me now. How could he, after what he did.!' she said to herself. Soon, a car drove over. Debbie stood up. The headlights were so glaring she had to turn her head away and close her eyes while walking backwards. When the car stopped beside her, she recognized that it was Carlos' Emperor. He stepped out of the car, walked over to her, and pulled her into hi
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My Ex-husband Comes Back The full version is only available here Summary: In his heart, she was the woman, who tried by hook or crook, to marry him for the name, status, and position. Five years of humiliation, five years of disregard, and five years of torture. As that time went b, all these consumed her love for him, little by little. When his true love returned, she knew it was the right time for her to leave and end their marriage. Thoughtful about him, she signed the divorce agreement and left. She wanted it to be her last gift for him. However, what awaited her was boundless anger and silence. But this time she wanted to live for herself! Where will their story lead them? Let’s discover My Ex-husband Comes Back with Moboreader. Chapter 1 Same Dress A myriad of luxurious cars weaved in through the hotel gates as seamlessly as a shuffled deck of cards. A dazzling array of celebrities, socialites and those among the most powerful and influential people of A City had gathered here today to celebrate and honor the prestigious 30th anniversary of Soaring Group. Soon after, a Volkswagen Phaeton, with a sleek metallic paint finish, stopped at the hotel driveway and the bellhop stepped forward to open the door. Melinda Mo sprang out of the car, clearly in a hurry to go somewhere. In fact, Melinda Mo was rushing to get to a banquet that she almost missed, not because it was her own fault but because she didn't receive the invitation until much later. "Where is Jonas?" she asked anxiously. "Mr. Gu is already here. He is in the banquet hall right now." Gently lifting the hemline of her red dress, Melinda Mo sped to the banquet hall. She was already very late. The banquet hall was a grand space, to say the least. The walls were covered with a shimmering gold paper and in the middle of the ceiling above the carved oak table was a candelabra. The polished silver cutlery was heavy to the hand and shone brightly in the early evening light. At each place stood a tall empty wine glass and there were beautifully folded napkins to match the runner. The room was invaded by beautiful women, showing off their spectacular jewelries and dashing young men, laughing and chatting about business and politics. Melinda Mo caught sight of the man in the crowd at first glance. He looked so cold, and yet there was something very appealing about the impassiveness on his handsome face. Although he was surrounded by a crowd, he didn't seem perturbed at all. Melinda Mo smiled faintly, not looking to attract any unnecessary attention to her presence. All she wanted to do was slide through the crowd unnoticed and take her side next to Jonas Gu, but soon the smile on her face froze. Wrapped around Jonas Gu' arm, was a voluptuous, dark-haired bombshell who intimately whispering words into his ears every now and then. No one could tell what she said to him but it seemed to soften his cold, hard expression. As if stuck underwater, everything around Melinda Mo slowed down and warbled, her heart falling silent almost immediately. In a quick and nervous motion, she gathered herself and hid in a corner. As if things weren't bad enough, the slippery snake that was grinding her body up against Jonas Gu was wearing the same red dress as hers. She stomped the floor in anger, realizing that the members of the Gu family wouldn't pass on such a good opportunity to humiliate her in public. Of all the people in the world, why did Jonas Gu have to pick Holley Huang, a woman whose greatest achievement in life was to become one of the most famous socialite divas of A City? And most of all, why did they have to wear the same dress today? It wouldn't surprise Melinda Mo if tomorrow she were to become the laughingstock of the entire city for having the same taste in fashion as a slutty model. She ran into the ladies' room at first chance and locked the door behind her. As she stared at her own reflection on the mirror, the desperation on her face, she felt frustrating and heartbreaking at the same time. She tore off the shoulder strap of her dress a
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My Ex-husband Comes Back The full version is only available here Summary: In his heart, she was the woman, who tried by hook or crook, to marry him for the name, status, and position. Five years of humiliation, five years of disregard, and five years of torture. As that time went b, all these consumed her love for him, little by little. When his true love returned, she knew it was the right time for her to leave and end their marriage. Thoughtful about him, she signed the divorce agreement and left. She wanted it to be her last gift for him. However, what awaited her was boundless anger and silence. But this time she wanted to live for herself! Where will their story lead them? Let’s discover My Ex-husband Comes Back with Moboreader. Chapter 1 Same Dress A myriad of luxurious cars weaved in through the hotel gates as seamlessly as a shuffled deck of cards. A dazzling array of celebrities, socialites and those among the most powerful and influential people of A City had gathered here today to celebrate and honor the prestigious 30th anniversary of Soaring Group. Soon after, a Volkswagen Phaeton, with a sleek metallic paint finish, stopped at the hotel driveway and the bellhop stepped forward to open the door. Melinda Mo sprang out of the car, clearly in a hurry to go somewhere. In fact, Melinda Mo was rushing to get to a banquet that she almost missed, not because it was her own fault but because she didn't receive the invitation until much later. "Where is Jonas?" she asked anxiously. "Mr. Gu is already here. He is in the banquet hall right now." Gently lifting the hemline of her red dress, Melinda Mo sped to the banquet hall. She was already very late. The banquet hall was a grand space, to say the least. The walls were covered with a shimmering gold paper and in the middle of the ceiling above the carved oak table was a candelabra. The polished silver cutlery was heavy to the hand and shone brightly in the early evening light. At each place stood a tall empty wine glass and there were beautifully folded napkins to match the runner. The room was invaded by beautiful women, showing off their spectacular jewelries and dashing young men, laughing and chatting about business and politics. Melinda Mo caught sight of the man in the crowd at first glance. He looked so cold, and yet there was something very appealing about the impassiveness on his handsome face. Although he was surrounded by a crowd, he didn't seem perturbed at all. Melinda Mo smiled faintly, not looking to attract any unnecessary attention to her presence. All she wanted to do was slide through the crowd unnoticed and take her side next to Jonas Gu, but soon the smile on her face froze. Wrapped around Jonas Gu' arm, was a voluptuous, dark-haired bombshell who intimately whispering words into his ears every now and then. No one could tell what she said to him but it seemed to soften his cold, hard expression. As if stuck underwater, everything around Melinda Mo slowed down and warbled, her heart falling silent almost immediately. In a quick and nervous motion, she gathered herself and hid in a corner. As if things weren't bad enough, the slippery snake that was grinding her body up against Jonas Gu was wearing the same red dress as hers. She stomped the floor in anger, realizing that the members of the Gu family wouldn't pass on such a good opportunity to humiliate her in public. Of all the people in the world, why did Jonas Gu have to pick Holley Huang, a woman whose greatest achievement in life was to become one of the most famous socialite divas of A City? And most of all, why did they have to wear the same dress today? It wouldn't surprise Melinda Mo if tomorrow she were to become the laughingstock of the entire city for having the same taste in fashion as a slutty model. She ran into the ladies' room at first chance and locked the door behind her. As she stared at her own reflection on the mirror, the desperation on her face, she felt frustrating and heartbreaking at the same time. She tore off the shoulder strap of her dress a
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In his heart, she was the woman, who tried by hook or crook, to marry him for the name, status, and position. Five years of humiliation, five years of disregard, and five years of torture. As that time went by, all these consumed her love for him, little by little. When his true love returned, she knew it was the right time for her to leave and end their marriage. Thoughtful about him, she signed the divorce agreement and left. She wanted it to be her last gift for him. However, what awaited her was boundless anger and silence. But this time she wanted to live for herself! Where will their story lead them? Chapter 1 Same Dress A myriad of luxurious cars weaved in through the hotel gates as seamlessly as a shuffled deck of cards. A dazzling array of celebrities, socialites and those among the most powerful and influential people of A City had gathered here today to celebrate and honor the prestigious 30th anniversary of Soaring Group. Soon after, a Volkswagen Phaeton, with a sleek metallic paint finish, stopped at the hotel driveway and the bellhop stepped forward to open the door. Melinda Mo sprang out of the car, clearly in a hurry to go somewhere. In fact, Melinda Mo was rushing to get to a banquet that she almost missed, not because it was her own fault but because she didn't receive the invitation until much later. "Where is Jonas?" she asked anxiously. "Mr. Gu is already here. He is in the banquet hall right now." Gently lifting the hemline of her red dress, Melinda Mo sped to the banquet hall. She was already very late. The banquet hall was a grand space, to say the least. The walls were covered with a shimmering gold paper and in the middle of the ceiling above the carved oak table was a candelabra. The polished silver cutlery was heavy to the hand and shone brightly in the early evening light. At each place stood a tall empty wine glass and there were beautifully folded napkins to match the runner. The room was invaded by beautiful women, showing off their spectacular jewelries and dashing young men, laughing and chatting about business and politics. Melinda Mo caught sight of the man in the crowd at first glance. He looked so cold, and yet there was something very appealing about the impassiveness on his handsome face. Although he was surrounded by a crowd, he didn't seem perturbed at all. Melinda Mo smiled faintly, not looking to attract any unnecessary attention to her presence. All she wanted to do was slide through the crowd unnoticed and take her side next to Jonas Gu, but soon the smile on her face froze. Wrapped around Jonas Gu' arm, was a voluptuous, dark-haired bombshell who intimately whispering words into his ears every now and then. No one could tell what she said to him but it seemed to soften his cold, hard expression. As if stuck underwater, everything around Melinda Mo slowed down and warbled, her heart falling silent almost immediately. In a quick and nervous motion, she gathered herself and hid in a corner. As if things weren't bad enough, the slippery snake that was grinding her body up against Jonas Gu was wearing the same red dress as hers. She stomped the floor in anger, realizing that the members of the Gu family wouldn't pass on such a good opportunity to humiliate her in public. Of all the people in the world, why did Jonas Gu have to pick Holley Huang, a woman whose greatest achievement in life was to become one of the most famous socialite divas of A City? And most of all, why did they have to wear the same dress today? It wouldn't surprise Melinda Mo if tomorrow she were to become the laughingstock of the entire city for having the same taste in fashion as a model. She ran into the ladies' room at the first chance and locked the door behind her. As she stared at her own reflection on the mirror, the desperation on her face, she felt frustrating and heartbreaking at the same time. She tore off the shoulder strap of her dress and a bit of her skirt at the bottom that mopped the floor everywhere she went. Luckily, the interior linings of the dress were so delic
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My Ex-husband Comes Back The full version is only available here Summary: In his heart, she was the woman, who tried by hook or crook, to marry him for the name, status, and position. Five years of humiliation, five years of disregard, and five years of torture. As that time went b, all these consumed her love for him, little by little. When his true love returned, she knew it was the right time for her to leave and end their marriage. Thoughtful about him, she signed the divorce agreement and left. She wanted it to be her last gift for him. However, what awaited her was boundless anger and silence. But this time she wanted to live for herself! Where will their story lead them? Let’s discover My Ex-husband Comes Back with Moboreader. Chapter 1 Same Dress A myriad of luxurious cars weaved in through the hotel gates as seamlessly as a shuffled deck of cards. A dazzling array of celebrities, socialites and those among the most powerful and influential people of A City had gathered here today to celebrate and honor the prestigious 30th anniversary of Soaring Group. Soon after, a Volkswagen Phaeton, with a sleek metallic paint finish, stopped at the hotel driveway and the bellhop stepped forward to open the door. Melinda Mo sprang out of the car, clearly in a hurry to go somewhere. In fact, Melinda Mo was rushing to get to a banquet that she almost missed, not because it was her own fault but because she didn't receive the invitation until much later. "Where is Jonas?" she asked anxiously. "Mr. Gu is already here. He is in the banquet hall right now." Gently lifting the hemline of her red dress, Melinda Mo sped to the banquet hall. She was already very late. The banquet hall was a grand space, to say the least. The walls were covered with a shimmering gold paper and in the middle of the ceiling above the carved oak table was a candelabra. The polished silver cutlery was heavy to the hand and shone brightly in the early evening light. At each place stood a tall empty wine glass and there were beautifully folded napkins to match the runner. The room was invaded by beautiful women, showing off their spectacular jewelries and dashing young men, laughing and chatting about business and politics. Melinda Mo caught sight of the man in the crowd at first glance. He looked so cold, and yet there was something very appealing about the impassiveness on his handsome face. Although he was surrounded by a crowd, he didn't seem perturbed at all. Melinda Mo smiled faintly, not looking to attract any unnecessary attention to her presence. All she wanted to do was slide through the crowd unnoticed and take her side next to Jonas Gu, but soon the smile on her face froze. Wrapped around Jonas Gu' arm, was a voluptuous, dark-haired bombshell who intimately whispering words into his ears every now and then. No one could tell what she said to him but it seemed to soften his cold, hard expression. As if stuck underwater, everything around Melinda Mo slowed down and warbled, her heart falling silent almost immediately. In a quick and nervous motion, she gathered herself and hid in a corner. As if things weren't bad enough, the slippery snake that was grinding her body up against Jonas Gu was wearing the same red dress as hers. She stomped the floor in anger, realizing that the members of the Gu family wouldn't pass on such a good opportunity to humiliate her in public. Of all the people in the world, why did Jonas Gu have to pick Holley Huang, a woman whose greatest achievement in life was to become one of the most famous socialite divas of A City? And most of all, why did they have to wear the same dress today? It wouldn't surprise Melinda Mo if tomorrow she were to become the laughingstock of the entire city for having the same taste in fashion as a slutty model. She ran into the ladies' room at first chance and locked the door behind her. As she stared at her own reflection on the mirror, the desperation on her face, she felt frustrating and heartbreaking at the same time. She tore off the shoulder strap of her dress a
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In his heart, she was the woman, who tried by hook or crook, to marry him for the name, status, and position. Five years of humiliation, five years of disregard, and five years of torture. As that time went by, all these consumed her love for him, little by little. When his true love returned, she knew it was the right time for her to leave and end their marriage. Thoughtful about him, she signed the divorce agreement and left. She wanted it to be her last gift for him. However, what awaited her was boundless anger and silence. But this time she wanted to live for herself! Where will their story lead them? Chapter 1 Same Dress A myriad of luxurious cars weaved in through the hotel gates as seamlessly as a shuffled deck of cards. A dazzling array of celebrities, socialites and those among the most powerful and influential people of A City had gathered here today to celebrate and honor the prestigious 30th anniversary of Soaring Group. Soon after, a Volkswagen Phaeton, with a sleek metallic paint finish, stopped at the hotel driveway and the bellhop stepped forward to open the door. Melinda Mo sprang out of the car, clearly in a hurry to go somewhere. In fact, Melinda Mo was rushing to get to a banquet that she almost missed, not because it was her own fault but because she didn't receive the invitation until much later. "Where is Jonas?" she asked anxiously. "Mr. Gu is already here. He is in the banquet hall right now." Gently lifting the hemline of her red dress, Melinda Mo sped to the banquet hall. She was already very late. The banquet hall was a grand space, to say the least. The walls were covered with a shimmering gold paper and in the middle of the ceiling above the carved oak table was a candelabra. The polished silver cutlery was heavy to the hand and shone brightly in the early evening light. At each place stood a tall empty wine glass and there were beautifully folded napkins to match the runner. The room was invaded by beautiful women, showing off their spectacular jewelries and dashing young men, laughing and chatting about business and politics. Melinda Mo caught sight of the man in the crowd at first glance. He looked so cold, and yet there was something very appealing about the impassiveness on his handsome face. Although he was surrounded by a crowd, he didn't seem perturbed at all. Melinda Mo smiled faintly, not looking to attract any unnecessary attention to her presence. All she wanted to do was slide through the crowd unnoticed and take her side next to Jonas Gu, but soon the smile on her face froze. Wrapped around Jonas Gu' arm, was a voluptuous, dark-haired bombshell who intimately whispering words into his ears every now and then. No one could tell what she said to him but it seemed to soften his cold, hard expression. As if stuck underwater, everything around Melinda Mo slowed down and warbled, her heart falling silent almost immediately. In a quick and nervous motion, she gathered herself and hid in a corner. As if things weren't bad enough, the slippery snake that was grinding her body up against Jonas Gu was wearing the same red dress as hers. She stomped the floor in anger, realizing that the members of the Gu family wouldn't pass on such a good opportunity to humiliate her in public. Of all the people in the world, why did Jonas Gu have to pick Holley Huang, a woman whose greatest achievement in life was to become one of the most famous socialite divas of A City? And most of all, why did they have to wear the same dress today? It wouldn't surprise Melinda Mo if tomorrow she were to become the laughingstock of the entire city for having the same taste in fashion as a model. She ran into the ladies' room at the first chance and locked the door behind her. As she stared at her own reflection on the mirror, the desperation on her face, she felt frustrating and heartbreaking at the same time. She tore off the shoulder strap of her dress and a bit of her skirt at the bottom that mopped the floor everywhere she went. Luckily, the interior linings of the dress were so delic
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“Ladies and gentlemen.” A bookstore employee made her way through the crowd. “It looks as though Annabeth is unable to make it tonight.” A collective groan echoed off the stacks of the bookstore, followed by a chorus of loud complaints. “It’s freaking eight o’clock,” muttered the man standing behind Caterine Schwartz. “They couldn’t have told us this two hours ago?” Caterine looked up from her phone to see dozens of grumbling people streaming from the store. She had no idea who Annabeth was or what she had to do with Alaric White, the author signing books tonight. Caterine was just here for a friend. When Zoe learned that Caterine had a last-minute job interview in Tysons Corner the day after Alaric White’s book signing, she had practically begged her to get her book signed. Promised away her first-born child and all that. Caterine could hardly say no, considering all that Zoe had done for Caterine’s mother this past year. So here she was, in a large chain bookstore, being pushed forward by the fans who had decided to stay, even sans Annabeth. Whoever the hell that was. She tucked away her phone and peered at the table up ahead. It was the first glimpse she’d been able to get of the man seated at it, a mountain of books stacked at his elbow. He signed a book, then looked out over what remained of the crowd, clearly perturbed. His eyes stopped on Caterine. He was the man from the coffee shop that morning. Not the drunk who had practically molested her, but the guy who had confronted him. She’d been so terrified—that was exactly what everyone had told her would happen in the big city—that she hadn’t had the presence of mind to thank her savior. Alaric White smiled warmly at her. Clearly he remembered her. She gave him a shy smile back, then watched as he patiently signed book after book, made small talk with his fans, then adroitly dismissed each one to make way for the next. Every third or fourth person, he craned his neck around the line to make eye contact with Caterine again. “Don’t leave,” he mouthed at her. Another woman would have made more of this than there really was, Caterine knew. But she was not that kind of woman. Or rather, he was not that kind of man. Not the kind to be interested in her. She wasn’t confident and sexy and flirtatious. Case in point: she’d never had a real boyfriend. Several hookups in college but that was as far as she’d ever gotten. And Alaric White was gorgeous. She had registered that vaguely in the coffee shop. But now, with her head clear and her heart beating at a normal rate, she could see that he was, in fact, stupendously gorgeous. His hair was the color of espresso, dark and wavy, long enough for him to tuck one side behind an ear that sported a tiny sparkling diamond stud. She was too far away to tell the color of his eyes, not that Caterine had a preference, but not too far away to see that he was exceedingly well-built. A wrinkled black linen shirt draped over his broad shoulders, unbuttoned enough to reveal a black cotton undershirt beneath. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing forearms covered in elaborate tattoos. That must be why Zoe liked this guy. Her best friend had a weakness for guys with ink. Caterine unconsciously rubbed the back of her right hip. Two summers ago, she and Zoe had gone to Ocean City for a long weekend of sun and fun. The fun had included Zoe getting Caterine drunk and talking her into a tattoo. Or so Zoe claimed. Caterine couldn’t remember agreeing to any such thing, although it was undeniable that she had awakened the next morning with a hangover and a rose on her hip. She took a discreet step to her left to see what Alaric White was wearing beneath the table. Zoe would want the full scoop. Pale grey linen pants, rolled up insouciantly at the cuffs. His feet were bare next to a pair of brown leather flip flops. Nice feet, she texted to Zoe. Picture please! came the reply. Caterine tapped on the camera app, then as casually as she could snapped a photo of Alaric White’s feet. She glanced up, hoping she’d gotten away wi
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“Ladies and gentlemen.” A bookstore employee made her way through the crowd. “It looks as though Annabeth is unable to make it tonight.” A collective groan echoed off the stacks of the bookstore, followed by a chorus of loud complaints. “It’s freaking eight o’clock,” muttered the man standing behind Caterine Schwartz. “They couldn’t have told us this two hours ago?” Caterine looked up from her phone to see dozens of grumbling people streaming from the store. She had no idea who Annabeth was or what she had to do with Alaric White, the author signing books tonight. Caterine was just here for a friend. When Zoe learned that Caterine had a last-minute job interview in Tysons Corner the day after Alaric White’s book signing, she had practically begged her to get her book signed. Promised away her first-born child and all that. Caterine could hardly say no, considering all that Zoe had done for Caterine’s mother this past year. So here she was, in a large chain bookstore, being pushed forward by the fans who had decided to stay, even sans Annabeth. Whoever the hell that was. She tucked away her phone and peered at the table up ahead. It was the first glimpse she’d been able to get of the man seated at it, a mountain of books stacked at his elbow. He signed a book, then looked out over what remained of the crowd, clearly perturbed. His eyes stopped on Caterine. He was the man from the coffee shop that morning. Not the drunk who had practically molested her, but the guy who had confronted him. She’d been so terrified—that was exactly what everyone had told her would happen in the big city—that she hadn’t had the presence of mind to thank her savior. Alaric White smiled warmly at her. Clearly he remembered her. She gave him a shy smile back, then watched as he patiently signed book after book, made small talk with his fans, then adroitly dismissed each one to make way for the next. Every third or fourth person, he craned his neck around the line to make eye contact with Caterine again. “Don’t leave,” he mouthed at her. Another woman would have made more of this than there really was, Caterine knew. But she was not that kind of woman. Or rather, he was not that kind of man. Not the kind to be interested in her. She wasn’t confident and sexy and flirtatious. Case in point: she’d never had a real boyfriend. Several hookups in college but that was as far as she’d ever gotten. And Alaric White was gorgeous. She had registered that vaguely in the coffee shop. But now, with her head clear and her heart beating at a normal rate, she could see that he was, in fact, stupendously gorgeous. His hair was the color of espresso, dark and wavy, long enough for him to tuck one side behind an ear that sported a tiny sparkling diamond stud. She was too far away to tell the color of his eyes, not that Caterine had a preference, but not too far away to see that he was exceedingly well-built. A wrinkled black linen shirt draped over his broad shoulders, unbuttoned enough to reveal a black cotton undershirt beneath. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing forearms covered in elaborate tattoos. That must be why Zoe liked this guy. Her best friend had a weakness for guys with ink. Caterine unconsciously rubbed the back of her right hip. Two summers ago, she and Zoe had gone to Ocean City for a long weekend of sun and fun. The fun had included Zoe getting Caterine drunk and talking her into a tattoo. Or so Zoe claimed. Caterine couldn’t remember agreeing to any such thing, although it was undeniable that she had awakened the next morning with a hangover and a rose on her hip. She took a discreet step to her left to see what Alaric White was wearing beneath the table. Zoe would want the full scoop. Pale grey linen pants, rolled up insouciantly at the cuffs. His feet were bare next to a pair of brown leather flip flops. Nice feet, she texted to Zoe. Picture please! came the reply. Caterine tapped on the camera app, then as casually as she could snapped a photo of Alaric White’s feet. She glanced up, hoping she’d gotten away wi
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Want To Sell Hoodies, T-Shirts, Coffee Mugs, Necklaces & More Online? Do you want to do this without having to setup your own online store? Wouldn't being able to pass off customer service to someone else just be the absolute icing on the cake? This is for you then. Now the question is did I photoshop my head onto a famous soccer players body while he stood in front of his fancy car? What does selling those awesome products online have to do with a picture of a Lamborghini? Well, nothing, it got your attention, so it served its purpose. That is not my car, not my body and I did in fact photoshop my head on there. You see a lot of that online lately. People fake it until the make it and are not 100% honest. I don't like that but like I said I had to get your attention. So let's talk about the harder way to sell stuff online for a second. The harder way is to create a store, fill it with products and then make a good solid income. When you do that way, you now have to do one big thing, that is customer service. "Where's my product?" (2 hours after they ordered it). It can be frustrating. That’s not the best way to do it. People seem to think every store has prime same day shipping! They don't. By then the customer is very perturbed. There is a much better way. It’s time to do it better. My name is Will and over the past decade I’ve been helping people market online selling physical products. Products like t-shirts, hoodies, coffee mugs, necklaces and more. Not cheap stuff from China either! After working with over 10,000 online marketers since 2007, I’ve been there, done that and have the t-shirt! Back in 2014 I made the decision to start selling products like t-shirts, hoodies, coffee mugs and necklaces online. The thing was, I didn’t want to buy them in advance. I wanted to sell them first, then have them made and shipped. That’s what “print on demand” is. I’ve gotten very good at this and have sold over 53,000 products so far. These are all products that weren’t made until I sold them first. Now I want to help more people do the same. That’s why I put together a course using my favorite print on demand company called "Gearbubble". I’ll show you some proof of what I did and how you can do it too. If you would like to learn how, let's get started by clicking the “Learn More” button below. This course is available right now, so you can get started asap!
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