Novels

The day of the engagement party, my fiancé, Emily, ditched me – in front of everyone – for her male bestie. I grabbed the mic and just said, “Hey, everyone, consider this my promotion party. Enjoy the food and drinks!” Later, Emily wanted a do-over engagement party. My response? A wedding invitation. “No engagement, but you’re welcome to come to the actual wedding.” ... “Look, Chris, I’m so sorry. Something’s come up with Matt, and I gotta go.” Emily tossed me the keys, trying to explain. I’d just finished getting into my suit, ready to work the room. For a second, I thought I’d misheard her. “Emily,

I was the real heiress, the true daughter, but the imposter, that fake, she tormented me, forced me to kneel on the ground, unable to even lift my head. Then, my “knight in shining armor,” Ethan, stepped in to rescue me. After that, I chased after him for seven long years, enduring the whispers of "shameless" from others. I didn't care about them; all I cared about was him. He became my fiancé, but he seemed to have transformed, constantly criticizing me for not being sophisticated enough, not proper enough. He fell for that two-faced, usurping fake. When I was being humiliated, practically suffocating, he

I went to the hotel to drop off some hangover meds for my bestie. Instead, I heard the unmistakable sounds of passion coming from the next room. The same guy who swore he'd love me forever, was now making those sounds with someone else. Later, people would laugh. "Shelby’s already showing, and Liam still can't let go." 1. My friend, Chloe, had too much to drink at a work thing. I grabbed some rehydration tablets and took her to her hotel room. Chloe was leaning over the trashcan, looking rough. After she was done, she looked up at me with bleary eyes. "Shelby, this is the worst. Yesterday I

My seventh wedding anniversary with Sarah had arrived, and my desk drawer was stuffed with photos of her and another guy. I held half of her company’s shares, but even though my bank account never saw a dime from it, I wouldn't hand them over. We knew each other's weaknesses better than anyone, and we used that knowledge to cut each other deep. 1. Today was our seventh anniversary, and I was about to end it. I was dying. After choosing a plot at the cemetery and paying the bill, I called Sarah. "How much longer until that money hits my account? I need it." "When

It was bad enough that my girlfriend's coworker hit me with a car. But the real kicker? He was driving the car I bought for my girlfriend. And to top it all off, we ended up in the same ER. I had a minor fracture in my left shin, and he'd gotten a little scrape on his forehead from the steering wheel. Through the curtain, I heard him on the phone, "Hey, Chloe, can you come to the hospital? I really need you here…" Between me and her coworker, she didn't hesitate for a second – she ditched me. I finally realized how foolish I'd

My Girlfriend's Rock Bottom I dumped her. Then, when she was rolling in dough and famous, she married me. Everyone said it was because she was sentimental, still carrying a torch for her first love. But I knew the truth: she brought a different guy home every damn night. She'd see me, all cool and collected, and grab my collar, eyes blazing, demanding, “Liam, why aren't you getting pissed off?” Because...I didn't have the time to get pissed off anymore. The doc said I had maybe six months left, tops. 1. It hadn't even been three years of marriage when Savannah hooked up with a college kid named Chad. Tall,

The day Chad finally said he'd marry me, his "perfect" ex-girlfriend, Bethany, offed herself. He tore up our engagement and screamed at me, saying I should die instead. Guess what? He got his wish. I ended up kidnapped and shipped off to some hellhole in Myanmar. Every day felt like it could be my last. Two years later, the cops rescued me. Chad was there, all red-eyed, mumbling apologies. I just looked away. "Got someone new," I said. "Buzz off." 1. Everybody knew how head-over-heels I was for Chad. I'd become his ideal woman—long, dark hair, apron-wearing, and all that. After five years of playing the perfect girlfriend, he

I was the real daughter, switched at birth, and raised by the wrong family. The day I went to live with the Suttons, the girl who’d taken my place was right there to meet me. “You must be Lily,” she said, all smiles. “We’re gonna be like sisters, and don't you worry, I've got your back.” I turned back to my real parents, cold fury rising. “You’re going to make a choice,” I said, my voice steady. “It’s her or me. If I stay, she has to go.” Her pampered, entitled life, built on bullying everyone, was about to end. 1. The day my

The first thing my best friend did was threaten me with our old chat logs.