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“I’m not crazy…” I told myself.
I looked at my hands and looked around. What would happen if Wilder found out the truth? What will happen if he triggers my other personality? How will I be able to handle it?
I will give my family shame and they’re good reputation will go down, crash and burn because of my personality disorder. I don’t want that to happen. I should try and avoid him at all costs.
I won’t let this personality to take over me, to take control of my body. This is mine, no one can ever take it from me.
As I navigated the intricate labyrinth of self-discovery, I found myself standing at the crossroads of identity, a place where the past and present converged, beckoning me to embark on a journey of self-conception. Like an artist faced with a blank canvas, I yearned to paint the portrait of my identity, layer by layer, color by color, until I could truly see myself reflected in its strokes.
With each introspective exploration, I felt the weight of expectations and societal constructs pressing upon me, threatening to mold my identity into a predetermined shape. But deep within my soul, there was a flicker of rebellion, a yearning to break free from the confines of convention and discover the essence of who I truly was.
I delved into the fragments of my past, sifting through memories and experiences, searching for the puzzle pieces that would reveal the intricate tapestry of my identity. I embraced the diversity within me, the amalgamation of cultures, influences, and passions that had shaped my existence. Like a mosaic, I realized that my identity was not confined to a single label but an intricate mosaic of intersecting facets that made me uniquely whole.
Yet, as I journeyed further, I encountered moments of uncertainty and doubt, questioning whether my identity was fixed or ever-evolving. The search for self-discovery can be an ever-changing voyage, as we evolve and grow with each passing day. And so, I began to embrace the fluidity of identity, allowing myself the freedom to explore, experiment, and redefine who I was meant to be.
I sought inspiration from the stories and experiences of others, recognizing that their narratives held fragments of truth that resonated with my own. From the voices of pioneers who had shattered societal norms to the whispers of everyday heroes who dared to be authentic, I gathered courage and wisdom to conceive my own unique identity.
The process of self-conception demanded introspection, introspection that sometimes required solitude and stillness. I carved out moments of quiet reflection, listening to the whispers of my heart and the echoes of my dreams. In those moments, I discovered the power of self-acceptance, of embracing every facet of my being, the light and the shadows, the strengths and the vulnerabilities.
The canvas of my identity began to take shape, strokes of authenticity and self-expression slowly revealing themselves. I found solace in creativity, using art, writing, and self-expression as the colors that breathed life into my identity. Each stroke, each word, carried the essence of who I was becoming, a testament to the journey I had embarked upon.
As I stood before the ever-evolving portrait of my identity, I realized that its completion was not the destination, but rather the beginning of a lifelong process. It was a testament to my willingness to embrace growth, to challenge societal expectations, and to forge my own path. The canvas of my identity would forever remain a work in progress, a living testament to my ever-expanding sense of self.
With newfound clarity and a sense of purpose, I stepped forward into the world, unafraid to own my truth, my passions, and my individuality. I understood that my identity was a gift, an ever-evolving masterpiece that would continue to be refined and redefined as I embraced the vastness of life’s experiences.
And so, with each new day, I set forth on the journey of self-conception, armed with curiosity, resilience, and the unwavering belief that I had the power to create a life that reflected the truest essence of who I was meant to be.
I’m Fertine, and only Fertine.
No one else.
No other personality hidden inside.
I sighed and went back to reading.
Jhonny, Joey’s older brother has interest in Harley, he is curious about their relationship, and he is always there for her in events and conventions when Weston leaves for a meeting. Joey doesn’t like how his brother has a certain liking to Harley, he knows that he’s only doing it to find something that could ruin him and he is using Harley. Meanwhile they get along even though Joey is such a bratty bachelor.
Just like Wilder before. He is such a bachelor and I took him, I fall in love and had….
Had my first with him. In the tapestry of my life, I found myself entwined with a man whose heart I had captured, a beautiful symphony of emotions and shared moments that wove a love story as delicate as the morning mist and as powerful as the crashing waves. Our connection was an intricate dance, a melody that resonated deep within our souls.
From the very first encounter, I sensed the spark of possibility, the glimmer of curiosity in his eyes as we engaged in conversations that danced effortlessly between laughter and vulnerability. With each word exchanged, with each shared experience, we nurtured the delicate seed of affection that blossomed into a love that defied boundaries and transcended the ordinary.
Together, we wove a tapestry of memories, a mosaic of stolen glances and intertwined fingers, whispered secrets and tender embraces. In his arms, I discovered a safe haven, a sanctuary where I could surrender my fears and bask in the warmth of his unconditional love. With him, I felt seen, understood, and cherished in a way I had never known before.
But as the seasons changed, so too did the dynamics of our connection. Life’s winds whispered their tales of change, and the tapestry of our relationship began to shift, revealing the intricate threads of growth and transformation. We faced challenges and obstacles that tested the very foundation of our love, questioning the depths of our commitment and resilience.
In the face of adversity, we wove our hearts together even tighter, intertwining our strengths and vulnerabilities, determined to weather the storms that life had set upon our path. We discovered that love was not merely the absence of struggle, but the courage to face it together, hand in hand, heart to heart.
Yet, as time unfurled its delicate tapestry, I found myself reflecting on the complexity of our journey. I pondered the interplay of fate and choice, wondering if I had orchestrated our connection or if it had been the intricate workings of the universe aligning our paths. What power had I wielded to make him fall in love with me? Or was it a dance of serendipity that led us to intertwine our lives so intimately?
In the quiet moments of contemplation, I realized that love cannot be forced, manipulated, or manufactured. It is an ethereal dance between two souls, a cosmic bond that defies explanation and transcends control. I had merely opened my heart, allowing authenticity and vulnerability to guide our connection, and in doing so, we found a love that was pure and true.
Our love story continues to unfold, the pages turning with every breath we take. It is a testament to the beauty of human connection, the power of vulnerability, and the undeniable magic that exists when two souls find solace and kinship in each other’s embrace.
As I trace the threads of our intertwined lives, I am humbled by the depth of our bond, grateful for the love we have cultivated and the lessons we have learned. Our tapestry may have its tangles and imperfections, but it is a testament to the resilience and strength that lies within us.
And so, hand in hand, we traverse the unknown, weaving our stories together, cherishing the chapters that have already been written and eagerly embracing the blank pages that lie ahead. For in this intricate dance of love, we are not merely participants; we are co-creators, crafting a narrative that will forever be etched in the fabric of our lives.
She tried to look for another job but she can’t do the thing that she’s passionate about so she settled with a desk job where Johnny is his boss. She doesn’t want to work with Johnny because she knows that Joey has a sibling rivalry with him and it’s not safe to be with him because they’re secret could slip out of her mouth but she doesn’t have a choice, she cant depend on the money that Weston gave her after all.
She started to have feelings for Joey but she doesn’t know how to say it, she doesn’t even know if he is gonna take it seriously when she tells him but she decided to keep it a secret. Harley birthday cake, she wanted a simple celebration with her friends but it all changed when Weston cake with his friends and his ex.
Some of his friends commented about her weight and she felt anxious about it. Everyone knows that she is Weston’s trainee, that he is only helping her because he pity her. For him it’s good publicity, he is seen as a good person who wants to influence and change someone’s life, to give them hope but Harley knows what’s the truth. She looked for Weston but she saw him kissing his girlfriend, she left her own party to be alone in the streets. Harley thought that’s the worst thing that could happen on her birthday until she saw the stranger, the witness to their drunken wedding.
He took the stranger to the house but He stayed at the back door so that people could not see. He intended to tell Joey but his girlfriend embarrassed her in her own party, so she didn’t get a chance to say it to him.
Damn it, that is just ridiculous. How can he not defend her?
She is right, it is her birthday and she has the right to be happy on her own birthday. Not like her…
Joey even defended her girlfriend even if she’s wrong. She doesn’t know what to feel about finding him, she could easily end his connection with Joey to forget about him and move on with her life but deep inside she wants him to feel the pain that she’s feeling.
Harley decided to not tell Joey about it, she gave the stranger the money from Joey to hide but keep in contact with her. Selena found out the truth and told her to let go of what she’s feeling because it’s not meant to be but Harley is certain to keep Joey in the dark and married to her. Joey keeps looking for the stranger and Harley acts like she is looking for him to play the part. Joey apologized to her for what happened to her birthday and made it up to her by bringing her in his yacht to celebrate it. Conscience crept into her before she could even say it to him.
Good thing, he still has his conscience intact. But it is a good thing he didn’t tell him because he is bad at her. He treats her like shit. No other woman should ever feel like that.
Women are precious, they shouldn’t be treated with shame just because of they’re size or how they look.
Johnny found out about it through Selena but he didn’t tell Joey instead she talked to Harley, she confessed to him that Weston is not really his gym coach, he’s not helping her to lose weight they just need an excuse to look for the stranger to finally get a divorce. Weston broke up with his girlfriend because he’s catching feelings for Harley already. Jade, his ex-girlfriend, was enraged by it. Soon she found out that
Harley and Joey are married, because of her fury she told the media about it. Everything reached the news, they labeled Harley as an ugly fat girl who is wed to a billionaire. The truth is revealed that they’re both drunk when they sign the marriage papers. Weston’s parents are disappointed in what he did and want to take away everything from him but he asked them to give him one last chance and look for the witness to make everything right.
Harley wants to come clean about everything, she wants to tell Joey that she found the witness but she’s too scared to lose Weston. Jade, found out that Harley is hiding the witness and she told him. Weston is furious, he felt betrayed by it. He confronted her and she confessed it’s true.
He doesn’t want to believe it because he knows Harley, she’s not a liar. But love makes us do unthinkable things. He doesn’t even know how he will forgive her.
As if Harley’s life is not yet fucked up, her father got into an accident that he needed to went to another country just to be treated. Without hesitation, to run from the crazy life that she has right now. Tamantha went to another country to be with his parents leaving Joey behind.
