Upset In Tagalog Novels & Stories

It was the fifth year of my secret marriage to the CEO. At the company's annual gala, her male assistant got down on one knee and proposed to her in front of everyone. The way she looked at him was filled with nothing but affection. Caught up in the crowd's cheers and chants, she said yes. After the gala, I signed the divorce papers and handed them to her. Her assistant put on a sheepish, apologetic face and said, "I'm so sorry—I just wanted to know what it felt like to propose. Please don't be upset, Mr. Gabehart." She rushed to comfort him, then barely glanced at me and said, "You'd better think this through. At your age, honestly—who else would want you if you leave me?"

After a falling out with my long-distance boyfriend, I decide to secretly fly home to patch things up with him. Unexpectedly, I catch him fooling around at home with his secretary. "Do you need to be so mad? I only got someone to act as your stand-in. Ultimately, you're still the one I love." I listen to his preposterous lies and hide my stomach cancer diagnosis behind my back. I say, "It's not a bad idea to gather more of these fakes. You won't be too upset when I'm dead." But after I die, he loses his mind when he looks at his secretary's face.

Leona - Ash, Malia - Loui, fell in love with each other but neither of them said it. A lot of misunderstanding, jealousy and fighting because of these cliches. The four people often do tug-of-war feelings, until one day Damien (Leona's ex-boyfriend) appears who tries to get close and pulls Leona back to be part of Skarsgard, and Archie and Luca who try to get Malia's attention. In the end the four of them hurt each other, Leona decided to end her life so that Skarsgard would no longer bother her and her family, but the disturbances didn't stop there, until finally Loui decided to give herself up to Skarsgard and become part of them. Ash and Malia were upset because they lost to the universal

On our third wedding anniversary, my wife's first love came back to town. Right in front of everyone, he pulled out a piece of lingerie and handed it to her. "I always thought you looked your best in this," he said. As the crowd laughed, my wife didn't get upset—instead, she looked almost coy. "Well, that depends on who I'm wearing it for," she replied. Then she turned to me, her eyes dripping with contempt. "Why would I bother trying to impress a man with no romance in his bones?" Her first love shot me a smug look. I just smiled, raised my glass to him, and walked off. But suddenly, my wife didn't look so sure of herself anymore.

Leila Miller spent the past two years of her life loving and dedicating her entire life to Matt, her savior and fiancé of two years. However, everything came crashing when she realized he has never loved her, and instead only wanted her to get her blood and give to his sick lover, Faye. Heart broke and upset, she went out one night to the club and ended up in the arms of the notorious Alpha Sebastian Salvatore, who not turns out to be the most powerful Alpha in the region, but also Matt’s Uncle. What happens when she feels attracted to him, and he was equally obsessed with her. What if, he has been for years and she just never knew?

I raised three wolf beastmen, and they never stopped wanting me in bed. I collapsed, too tired to even think. And through the fog, I caught pieces of what they were saying. "Tch. With that body and that stamina, she really thought she could handle all three of us." "Relax. Once she's worn out enough, she'll hand us over to her sister." "Her sister will treat us way better anyway." So I gave them exactly what they wanted. I swapped them for my sister's snake beastman—the one who seemed completely uninterested in sex. But strangely enough, they were now so upset that they were nearly in tears. "Carol, we're yours. Only yours!"

When my pilot boyfriend canceled our wedding for the 18th time, I finally snapped. The first time, his trainee got her period, and he bailed on me just to take care of her. The second time, she messed up a task, and all he said was, "Jan's upset", before walking out and leaving me to face our wedding guests alone like some kind of joke. We've been together for three years, and every single time she had an issue, he dropped our wedding plans to rush to her side. Finally, it hits me—maybe I never really mattered to him. So I make up my mind to see the world on my own and book a flight to Pavrielle. At least this way, no one will get the chance to leave me behind again.

My husband took our six-year-old daughter on a fishing trip, but when his first love called, he left her alone to answer his phone. With no one watching her, our daughter fell into the sea, and we never recovered her body. Heartbroken, I called him and begged him to return, but his voice was cold as he said, “Cheyenne, today’s Queenie's birthday. Can you stop being such a buzzkill?” When I stumbled back home in despair, I found his first love clinging provocatively to him, a smug smile on her face. “What’s got you so upset, sis-in-law?” she sneered. I let out a cold laugh and flipped the dining table over. “As long as you’re alive, I’ll never be happy.”

Rissa’s life never seemed to get better each passing day despite having a fated mate. She caught her fated mate having a secret affair with her step sister who always desires all she owned. To make matters worse he made a public show of her by humiliating and rejecting her openly and breaking the bond they had shared. Rissa was betrayed, broken, humiliated, torn apart and very upset that she decided to do a comeback by having a one night stand with a stranger who she didn't know was her second Chance mate by destiny and he was a freaking Lycan King who seem to have many dangerous dealings in his sleeves. Would Rissa ever find happiness or she wasn't destined to have one?

I married the same man nine times. And each time, he left me for his first love, divorcing me nine times as well. The first time we parted, I lost control and threw all his belongings out the door. By the fourth divorce, I begged him to leave his luggage behind out of fear he might never return. The eighth time, I had learned to obediently pack his things, careful not to upset him. My breakdowns, my pleas, and my obedience always brought him back to me. Each time, he honored his promises. And each time, we divorced again, just like before. Until this time. This time, I packed my own things and left without telling him. A month from now, I will be gone for good.