Novels

There was this video on TikTok asking, “How much damage can a white girl ghost do?” My boyfriend commented, “Even if my wife was pregnant with my kid, I’d still be hung up on my white girl ghost.” Lying on the operating table, a tear trickled down, and then I actually laughed. Because, honestly, that's exactly how he acted. 1 The day I went into labor, it was a mess. Liam, my boyfriend, was with his "white girl ghost," Sarah, at her prenatal appointment. The hospital was flashing red, they needed a family member to sign off on a life-threatening procedure. I called him, like,

After ten years of grinding for the company, I finally took time off to have a kid. I should have known better. When I got back from maternity leave, someone else was sitting in my office. It was that little upstart I’d mentored, looking all wide-eyed and innocent. “Oh, hey, Annie! You’ve got a baby now, you shouldn’t be worrying about work! Family’s what matters, right?” I just smirked. It wasn't that I needed this job, it was that the company couldn’t survive without me. … My first day back was a joke. "She's like, totally lost it, you know? They say pregnancy makes you stupid

I stuck by him, through thick and thin, for thirteen years, from the time he had nothing until he hit the big time. Everyone said I'd finally made it. Then, one night, I accidentally saw a text on his phone: “If it weren't for the family pressuring me, I would have broken up with her ages ago." That same night, I packed my bags and left, no looking back. Three months after the breakup, he completely lost it. 1 It was three in the morning. Liam's phone kept buzzing and pinging, and he was sound asleep next to me, his heart rate steady. I stood by the bed,

I stood on the roof, eighteen stories up, the wind whipping around me like a restless ghost. Down below, the jumbo screen in the square was live-streaming my sister’s fairytale wedding to some rich kid, Jason “Jay” Sterling, from the DC elite. I dialed the number I knew by heart but rarely used. “Hey, sis. Congrats on the big day.” Her voice was as cold and clipped as ever. “Liam, why aren’t you dead yet…?” I smiled, stepped over the edge, and whispered, “Your wish is my command.” 1. The day my sister, Olivia, got back to the States, she came straight to the Willow Creek Wellness Center

The day before the wedding, I found a bunch of super-hot photos of my fiancé with another woman. It wasn’t just any other woman. It was intimate stuff, you know? Him, normally Mr. Aloof and Reserved, was all over her, posing like they were made for each other. I looked at those pictures, at the way they were all touchy-feely, and calmly told Liam, my fiancé, that I wanted a divorce. His studio’s photographer, Sarah, called me later, her voice cracking, begging me not to be mad. "Chloe, it was for a project! Liam and I were just doing what we needed to do

My daughter, Lily, turned two. I’d bought her a bunch of presents and was excited to get home, but when I walked through the door, she was cold, gone. The security footage showed my wife, Sarah, getting a phone call and rushing out, leaving a bag of opened almonds behind. Lily must have gotten into them. She had a severe allergy. She was found having a horrible reaction, rolling around in agony, calling out for "Daddy" before passing away. I got the death certificate from the hospital, but I still couldn’t reach Sarah. Finally, I found her in a private room at

My birth parents bankrupted themselves scouring dumpsters for me for twenty-three years. Meanwhile, I’d been adopted by a millionaire, showered with affection, and basically living like a queen. When the media shoved a camera in my face, I spat out: “Did I ask them to look for me? They did it on their own, what’s that got to do with me?” “So they found me. Big deal. I’m a multi-million dollar heiress now. They could get down on their knees and beg, and I still wouldn’t go back to living in a garbage dump with them!” The whole country exploded in outrage. People were screaming

My mom, a total hard-ass, drove me to become a valedictorian. The day the scores came out, everyone was praising her parenting, saying she deserved to relax in her old age. The local news came to interview her, and she didn't hold back, sharing her "wisdom." "Spare the rod, spoil the child, right? It works for geniuses too." The whole town was celebrating my success with parades and everything. But I left a note and climbed onto the roof. You wanted the Ivy League? I got it for you. Let me off the hook next time around. ... My mom had a Ph.D. from a state university, and

My husband, Mark, had this buddy from his Army days, Chris, who passed away. We’d always tried to look out for his widow, Sarah. But it wasn't until I found this locked diary at home that I realized Sarah wasn't just a friend to Mark—she was his teenage crush. When the earthquake hit, he didn't hesitate to abandon me and rush to her side. While I was fighting for my life, the internet was busy glorifying their "unbreakable bond." For decades, I’d swallowed my pride for him, but in that moment, I was done. 1. I’d called Mark forty-eight times, but no answer.