Novels

"Eight years into our relationship, I took a knife for my doctor boyfriend, Ethan. He promised I could ask for anything in return. Everyone expected me to demand a proposal. Instead, I calmly said, “Let’s break up.” Then I turned and walked away. Ethan smirked and bet everyone, “She’s just a lovesick puppy fishing for attention. I bet she’ll be back begging me to take her back in three days…” He was wrong. I had a secret; I'd been given a second chance. In my past life, I'd gotten engaged, but Ethan's dream girl, Olivia, jumped off a building and killed herself. He took all his anger out on me. On our wedding night, he slashed my face and locked me in a dark, cramped basement. After I got pregnant, he forced me to eat massive amounts of supplements. By the time I went into labor, the baby was too big, and I couldn't deliver. I bled out, my body torn apart in a horrific stillbirth. This time, back to the day I took that knife for Ethan, I did as he wished."

After I drove my mom bonkers, my dad checked me into a mental institution. Then, like it was nothing, they adopted a daughter who actually listened. They treated her like she was America’s sweetheart. Whenever someone asked why they spoiled her rotten, they'd say, "Because she's well-behaved, unlike someone we know." A year later, they brought their precious little angel to the loony bin. "Has she learned her lesson this past year?" they asked. The doctor nodded. "She's been a model patient, couldn't ask for better." My parents smirked. "Just needed some discipline, huh? Alright, bring her out; we're ready to forgive and forget." "Okay, everything she left behind before she died is right here." The doctor held up a vlog. It was a record of every single day I spent in this hellhole, leading up to my suicide.

I was doing laundry for my girlfriend when I noticed a small hole in her panties. It was a burn mark from a cigarette. But I had quit smoking over a year ago.

My wife and I faced difficulties conceiving, so we opted for IVF. Before the embryos were combined, I discovered my wife secretly swapping my sperm with that of her first love. I said nothing and simply swapped it back.

I was picking up Carter from Windsor Elementary when I ran into Lily Whitman’s mom. Just as I was about to greet her, Carter jumped out in front of me, blocking my way.

As I walked out of the hospital, an old man suddenly stared at the necklace around my neck and said, "Young lady, you're pregnant, yet you're wearing the ashes of a stillborn child. This is a trade of life for death. Your child has been exchanged into someone else's womb!" The necklace was a gift from my best friend after her miscarriage. I hadn’t wanted to wear it, but she insisted and made me put it on. This morning, she found out she was pregnant again, while my previously healthy baby suddenly had no detectable heartbeat. A chill ran through me. When I got home, I put the ashes necklace around the neck of a pregnant black dog.

For five years of marriage, Jason had cheated on me at least fifty-two times. I’d swallowed it all down, every single lie and betrayal. Until I was nine months pregnant, and Jason’s secretary screwed up with a major client. To salvage the deal, he wanted me to go and smooth things over with drinks and apologies. I stared at him, disbelief hardening into anger. "I’m carrying our child, Jason! You want me to go out drinking? What if something happens?" He cut me off, impatience dripping from his voice. "It’s just drinks, Sarah. Relax, it’s not like I’m asking you to go to war." He actually told the staff to pour drinks for me even though I didn't want to drink. That night I went into labor. That day, I almost died in the hospital. He spent the night with his secretary at a villa in the Hamptons. I woke up after giving birth and looked at my mother-in-law. "You promised that if I had the baby, you’d agree to the divorce. Can I go now?"

On my wedding day with Zack Wilson, his "best friend" Mia appeared before me with a huge pregnant belly.

Nine months into my pregnancy, my husband's first love, Evelyn, moved into our house under some pretext. Every time she saw me, she would clutch her chest, feigning heartache.