cynthia smith

Ethan Smith walked down the empty street, cigarette in mouth, shaking his head and forcing a bitter smile. Who could have imagined that after three years of marriage, all that remained was betrayal? He vowed to make that woman regret what she had done and promised to make everyone who had been good to him live a good life. Yes, it was Emily Taylor, the woman who had helped him out of the abyss of despair when he hit the lowest point in his lifetime. "Emily, it's time for me to take care of you."

Ethan Smith berjalan di sepanjang jalan yang sepi, rokok di mulut, menggelengkan kepalanya dan memaksakan senyum pahit. Siapa sangka setelah tiga tahun menikah, yang tersisa hanyalah pengkhianatan? Dia bersumpah akan membuat wanita itu menyesal atas apa yang telah dilakukannya dan berjanji membuat semua orang yang baik kepadanya hidup bahagia. Ya, itu dia Emily Taylor, wanita yang membantunya keluar dari jurang keputusasaan saat dia mencapai titik terendah dalam hidupnya. "Emily, saatnya aku menjagamu."

Ethan Smith caminó por la calle vacía, cigarrillo en boca, sacudiendo su cabeza y forzando una amarga sonrisa. ¿Quién podría haber imaginado que después de tres años de matrimonio, todo lo que quedaba era traición? Juró hacer que esa mujer lamentara lo que había hecho y prometió hacer que todos los que habían sido buenos con él vivieran una buena vida. Sí, era Emily Taylor, la mujer que lo había ayudado a salir del abismo de la desesperación cuando tocó el punto más bajo de su vida. —Emily, es tiempo de que me ocupe de ti.

Ethan Smith marchait dans la rue vide, une cigarette à la bouche, secouant la tête et forçant un sourire amer. Qui aurait pu imaginer qu'après trois ans de mariage, tout ce qui restait était la trahison ? Il jura de faire regretter à cette femme ce qu'elle avait fait et promit de faire en sorte que tous ceux qui avaient été bons avec lui mènent une bonne vie. Oui, c'était Emily Taylor, la femme qui l'avait aidé à sortir de l'abîme du désespoir quand il avait touché le point le plus bas de sa vie. "Emily, il est temps pour moi de m'occuper de toi."

Ethan Smith ging die leere Straße entlang, die Zigarette im Mund, schüttelte den Kopf und zwang sich zu einem bitteren Lächeln. Wer hätte sich vorstellen können, dass nach drei Jahren Ehe nur noch Verrat übrig war? Er schwor sich, diese Frau bereuen zu lassen, was sie getan hatte, und versprach, allen, die gut zu ihm gewesen waren, ein gutes Leben zu ermöglichen. Ja, es war Emily Taylor, die Frau, die ihm über den Abgrund der Verzweiflung hinweggeholfen hatte, als er am tiefsten Punkt seines Lebens angelangt war. "Emily, es wird Zeit, dass ich mich um dich kümmere."

Ethan Smith caminhou pela rua vazia, cigarro na boca, balançando a cabeça e forçando um sorriso amargo. Quem poderia imaginar que, após três anos de casamento, tudo o que restava era traição? Ele jurou fazer aquela mulher se arrepender do que havia feito e prometeu fazer todos que tinham sido bons para ele viverem uma vida boa. Sim, era Emily Taylor, a mulher que o havia ajudado a sair do abismo do desespero quando ele atingiu o ponto mais baixo de sua vida. "Emily, é hora de eu cuidar de você."

"Drinking the strongest wine! Riding the fastest horse! Fuc...no, Loving the most beautiful woman!!!" Napoleon once said. This is also Ethan Smith's consistent life philosophy. Three years of marriage, in the end, only resulted in one betrayal. Looking at his wife cuddled up in the arms of another man, Ethan was filled with anger but lacked the ability to seek revenge. Forced to sign a divorce agreement and drive out of the house, at this moment, the Daughter of the Prestigious Taylor Family of Capital City appeared in his world, handing over Ethan's father's inheritance to him. And a marriage contract between him and her. The gears of fate begin to rotate... Years later, whenever people talked of Ethan Smith, he was either the Holy Healer, Master of Martial, the Apex Cultivator, and more. Ethan Smith had become the strongest legend that had ever existed. However, Ethan Smith denied all the praises, saying that. He just a man that loved his wife a lot.

"You're just a Nenner! A glorified blacksmith! You can't possibly stand up against a Zahler's elemental power!" "As if that'll stop me! A Zahler might have the elements under their control, but that won't matter if I have a Seigel-riddled weapon for every occasion!" ⬛⬛⬛ Wesen... the innate power within that allows a person to manipulate the world around them. While it sounded straightforward enough, Rouge still has a lot to learn if he wanted to harness it for his own benefit. Thankfully, being a standard guy with blacksmithing as a hobby had given him a headstart in the new pseudo-medieval world that he now found himself in. In fact, blacksmithing in general is an integral part of his new life and the Wesen-filled wonders that entailed it. It was a good thing too, especially since it would be the one ticket he had to get out of the servitude of the Empire that insisted on grinding him under its heel. With his newfound power of rune-like Seigels at his disposal, Rouge will take the Matheman Empire by storm as he builds his rebellion into a force to be reckoned with. He will ensure that his fellow Nenners will be free from the Empire's oppressive practises, and he sure as hell will do it if it was the last thing he did. Well, that, and he refused to live in a backwater medieval world for longer than he could manage it. His modern sensibilities demanded proper technology, and he was sure that even his half-complete understanding of modern science will give him the edge he needs to take on a literal continent-spanning Empire. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ UPDATES: Daily 19:00 JST Twitter: @ChellyArks

Her mother was killed by her father. She had to use another woman's identity and marry a man. This man happened to sleep with her for one night. What would she encounter next? How should she take revenge on those people?

“What made you decide to grow up? You are tired of what life has given to you?” Darifa asks with a bit of sacarsm. “You have been so naive.” "Naive," Ella shook her head dejected after another disappointment. She had been on the run for as long as she could remember, not sure of what chased after her. Sometimes she feels that the first thirteen years of her life was a dream, a house to call her own, family, wealth, and influence all disappeared like they never existed. “I am tired of running, it is time to go back and get answers,"She nods. “I have decided to give life what it has given to me too.” “How do you intend on paying back?” Asma asks out of curiosity. “I will pay back in tenfolds, be it pain or happiness. I will pay it back in the folds.”