Novels

In the three days before I left this world, I decided to be the perfect husband Amelia wanted. I stopped getting jealous of her childhood sweetheart, Ethan, and stopped fighting with her about her late nights out. On the first day, she scoffed, "Took you long enough. Everyone's happier this way." On the second day, she looked at me with a mix of confusion and suspicion. "Mark," she asked, her voice filled with disbelief, "why aren't you mad?" I smiled faintly. "Isn't this what you wanted?" On the third day, she sobbed into her phone, begging me to come home, sounding like a lost

It was the tenth anniversary. Shay Enterprises, the fragrance company, was launching a new perfume. My wife, Amelia Shay, announced the name: "Whispers of Desire." Then, her assistant, Ethan Hope, posted on Instagram: "Best. Birthday. Gift. Ever. Thanks, Amelia! So touched!" Amelia commented back: "Forever young, wild, and free, Ethan." I didn’t react with the usual frantic calls and accusations. I just quietly put down my phone. Ten years of this… I was done.

I went against my family's wishes, gave up a dream job, and followed my girlfriend, Jessica, back to her hometown. Just as her career took off, her affections shifted to another man. I caught them together multiple times. The final straw? When I called her after a car accident, she was in bed with him. I decided to divorce her, to give them their happiness. But why is she the one breaking down, begging for me back?

The hospital director's mom was seriously ill, and my wife, Sarah, kept the surgery time from me, all to give her crush, Ethan, a chance to shine. When I finally showed up, the director ripped into me outside the OR, accusing me of being unprofessional. Seeing right through Sarah's scheme, I just handed over the lead surgeon role to Ethan. "If you're so eager, knock yourself out," I said. The nurses urged me not to be impulsive. This was a huge opportunity to impress the director. But they didn’t know something: I was the only surgeon in the country who could

I loved Sarah for five years. We were engaged. But when my grandpa was dying, Sarah offered no help. She'd listened to her adoptive brother, Ethan, who suggested she use this as an opportunity to “toughen me up.” Grandpa died, helpless. And just like Sarah wanted, I hardened. I stopped chasing her. I also stopped loving her.

After my girlfriend, Emily Carter, went bankrupt and racked up a mountain of debt, we both took on extra jobs to make ends meet. One evening, I accepted an urgent delivery gig. When I arrived at the destination, a man opened the door. He turned and called out, "Emily, your urgent files are here…" I thought it was just a coincidence, a shared name. Then, I heard Emily's voice from inside, "Great, tell the delivery guy to grab us a few more boxes of these…" A second later, an empty box of Durex condoms landed at the man’s feet.

It was Ethan's sixth birthday, and we – my wife, son, and I – were at Six Flags. Midway through the day, Sarah, my wife, took a call, tricked Ethan and me onto the Ferris wheel, and then vanished. 270 feet in the air, Ethan had an episode. He'd inherited Sarah's heart condition. She carried the medication he needed. I frantically called her. No answer. Then, her phone went straight to voicemail. Later that night, I finally got through. A man's voice answered. "Sarah's had a bit too much to drink," he slurred. "She asked me to tell you that if it

It was my sixth birthday. My parents took me to the beach, and we never came home. They were swept away by a riptide, their bodies never recovered. After that, my sister, Sarah, kicked me out. She said I was a jinx, a bad omen, that I’d ruined her life. The day I died, I called her one last time, my voice trembling. "Sarah," I begged, "I'm dying. Can you please come help me?" She was at the movies with her boyfriend, Ethan. Her last words to me were, "Tell me when you're dead." So I did.

After three years with Ashley, I was suddenly exhausted. I blocked her on everything and gave her a flimsy excuse to break up. "The red string we got at the Temple of the Moon Elder snapped. The monk said we're not meant to be. Let's break up." Ashley was always so aloof, I figured she'd get the hint and wouldn't make a fuss.