Novels

The Man I Had a Crush On Went Blind I pretended to be his fiancée and took care of him for a year. When the real one came back, I was kicked out of the villa. I went abroad to work alone.

My husband suddenly announced, "From now on, we're splitting everything, 50/50. I'm only responsible for myself."

My mother, Naomi Phillips, told me I was born with a body that could captivate any man. She warned me never to get involved with men before turning twenty. In my previous life, I took her words to heart. So when Sebastian Howard, heir to Washington's most prominent family, was drugged and pulled me into his arms, I pushed him away forcefully. But after my twentieth birthday, all the skincare treatments I did somehow transferred their effects to Naomi instead. When I applied face masks, wrinkles and dark spots appeared on my face while Naomi's skin became increasingly smooth and delicate. When I exercised, my body grew fatter and more bloated while Naomi's figure gradually became as proportioned as a young girl's. When my father Samuel Phillips saw me looking like a forty-year-old woman, he cursed at me and threatened to sell me to some twice-divorced old man. I cried and begged Naomi to save me. But she just looked at me with that face that had returned to twenty years old and said, "Everything we do is for your own good." Left with no choice, I ran away from home and wandered the streets. But I discovered that the farther I got from home, the faster I aged. Finally, three days after leaving, I died of heart failure in a garbage dump. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I first encountered Sebastian. This time, I didn't push his hands away. Instead, I pinned him down on the bed.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day.

My wife always said she hated children—until she suddenly fell in love with the neighbor’s baby. Every night, she stayed up late caring for him like he was her own, barely glancing at me. When I got into a car accident and had surgery, she didn’t even visit. Didn’t call. Didn’t care. I’d had enough. So at the party celebrating my discharge from the hospital, I dropped the bomb. “I want a divorce.” Everyone went silent. My friends and family stared at me like I’d lost my mind. Clarissa Monroe, my wife of ten years, stood frozen for a beat—then hurled her drink in my face. “Are you out of your mind?” she snapped. “So I didn’t take care of you during your recovery. What, now you’re jealous of a six-month-old baby?” I wiped the liquid from my face, then looked pointedly at the red mark on her neck. “Since you love his child so much,” I said coldly, “then after we divorce, I’ll leave you to raise him together.”

“Mrs. Summers, what is going on at your house today? Carter not only arrived late, but he didn’t wear his uniform. He looked filthy, like he hadn’t washed his face! And what’s more, he didn’t even do his homework! Is this how you raise your child? You need to come to school immediately!”\nI was tempted to ignore her, but knowing she wouldn’t let it go, I replied:\n

After I died, my soul latched onto a mother monkey at the city zoo. My days became a simple, blissful cycle of picking fleas and peeling bananas. Honestly, it was a hell of a lot more peaceful than my time as the Hawthorne family’s long-lost daughter. After all, in the zoo, my biological parents couldn't spit on me with their words. My own brother couldn't tell me to cut my wrists deeper next time. Yeah. I was born to be a monkey. I was perfectly content with my new life, right up until that perfect family of three strolled into the zoo with the girl who had taken my place. "Mom, Dad, Liam, look!" she chirped. "That monkey is so ugly! Doesn't it look just like Stella did right before she died?" The three of them froze. I, on the other hand, let out a sharp "Ooh-ooh-aah-aah!" toward the gorilla enclosure next door. The mighty Flingo, without missing a beat, whipped out a lump of his own special delivery and launched it. It sailed through the air in a perfect arc, landing with a wet splat right across the fake daughter’s face.

I listened to my best friend's urging and planned to secretly meet my childhood friend.

My boss was my online boyfriend. But he didn't know that. He kept asking to meet in person. Gee. If we met, I might become a wall decoration the next day. Hence, I made a quick decision to break up with him. He got upset, and the whole company ended up working overtime. Hmm, how should I put this? For the sake of my mental and physical health, maybe getting back together with him wouldn't be such a bad idea.