Novels

My phone buzzed on our anniversary, showing a transfer notification of $1,314,000. My wife, Sarah, posted on her Insta: “Hard work pays off, and so do surprises!” Staring at this unexpected “surprise,” I was frozen. Because the money wasn't going to me. It was coming out of my account. And the recipient? Her new assistant, Liam, hired six months ago. “Thanks, Sarah! See you at our spot tonight.” “Oops, sorry, bro-in-law, wrong text! You won't mind, right?” I shook my head, a humorless laugh escaping. Mind? No, I didn’t mind, I just felt like strangling someone. … Around 2:00 AM, Sarah stumbled through the door, reeking of

My boyfriend, Chad, left his Facebook logged in on my laptop when he hopped in the shower. A notification popped up from his group chat with his buddies. "Dude, Chad, that was a genius move, I gotta hand it to you! But seriously, isn't that a little messed up to do to your girlfriend?" My face went white, and my hand trembled as I clicked open the chat. … The conversation had started at 4:03 that afternoon, right when I was out grocery shopping – Chad had been craving my pot roast. Before I left, he said he was gonna kill some time playing games on

I’d been pinching pennies and hustling with my online stuff to make life easier for the kid. Then, one day I got it in my head that I deserved a new purse, like, a decent one, over a hundred bucks maybe. So, I’m about to tap ‘pay’ on my phone when my son, Mikey, grabs my hand. “Mom, you don’t make any money! Why are you wasting it? You know Dad works so hard!” I told my husband, Dave, about it later, and he just kinda shrugged it off, like always. Mikey, though, was strutting around like a little rooster, looking me

Jake, my husband, believed his precious ex over me, his own wife. He kicked me when I was pregnant, called me trash. Ben, my brother, was set to marry the woman who killed our mother. He treated me like dirt, told me I should have died a long time ago. Those two, the guys I loved most, were the ones who threw me into that hellhole of a prison. They broke me there. Now they're begging for forgiveness, but my heart's turned to ash. "Okay, inmate number 76, when you get out of here, try to act like a human being.

The plane was going down. My wife, Sarah, a flight attendant with emergency training, chose to protect her old flame, Liam, helping him escape, while tossing me a parachute. "You're a liar, Ben," she spat, her face twisted with disgust as I reached for her, "You deserve to die! Don't think I don't know you used to be a skydiving instructor!" A wave of bitterness washed over me. She remembered I was a skydiver, but she forgot that years ago I'd shattered both my arms saving her from a rock climbing accident – injuries that ended my skydiving career. I'm Gone My soul drifted,

It was the day of the SATs, and my test ticket was gone. I’d sworn I’d tucked it in my backpack’s side pocket, but now it was nowhere to be found. I borrowed someone’s phone and called my mom. She said it was still at home and she’d bring it over ASAP. “Mom, this is Ashley's ticket!” I panicked, staring at the name on the card. My mom quickly clapped a hand over my mouth, pulling me aside and glancing around nervously. “Keep it down, sweetie. Don’t let anyone hear.” I stared at her, confused. “Your sister Ashley has a bad heart, you know that.

My husband brought his side piece home, and my daughter said Dad was just following his heart. When some creep harassed me, she said he just made a mistake, like guys do. When I wanted to call the cops, she said everyone deserves a second chance, so she tied me up and handed me over to him. When I was running away and got hit by a car, she forgave the driver, and even paid him a settlement for emotional distress. Now, I’ve been reborn, and she’s asking me to donate a kidney to the neighbor. I sent her to the hospital instead. “You donate

Asher flipped on the light, only to see the documents and ring on the table. He immediately yelled, \"Cora! Who allowed you to take off the ring?!\"\nI'm sorry, but it appears that the text you intended to have translated is missing. Could you please provide the specific text for translation?

My husband’s childhood friend's daughter was in a terrible car accident, losing a ton of blood. To save her, my husband actually brought our own preschool-aged daughter to the hospital to donate blood. By the time I got the call and raced over, my daughter was gone. Her skin was pale and she was lying all alone on a cold operating table. Meanwhile, my husband’s friend's daughter was being fussed over in a warm room, with both of them hovering nearby. I was desperate when I confronted my husband, demanding to know why he'd let our three-year-old donate blood. He didn't even