Novels

Mark attended his best friend, Kevin's, mother's funeral. He saw his wife, Amy, who was supposed to be on a business trip abroad. She was there, thanking guests as Kevin's wife. Seeing Mark, a flicker of panic crossed her face. She pulled him aside and whispered, "Kevin's mom always wanted him to settle down. I'm just fulfilling her dying wish. Don't overthink it." Kevin even put an arm around Mark's shoulder. "Dude, I'm just borrowing Amy for a bit. Besides, it's my mom's funeral. You're not going to be a jerk about it, are you?" Mark laughed coldly, shrugged off Kevin's arm, and pushed

My best friend, Chloe, was nursing a broken heart, and her remedy? A night at a male escort club. I was there for moral support, mostly to stop her from doing anything too crazy. The door across the hall was ajar. I saw my boyfriend, Ethan, wrapped around a girl, lost in a passionate kiss. The girl looked up, and her features… they were eerily similar to my own, years ago. Later, people would laugh at Ethan. “Sarah’s having her second kid, and he’s still not over her.”

It was my birthday. I waited at the restaurant until closing, but Sarah never showed. Then I saw her childhood friend, Tom, post a picture on Instagram: "Thanks for the yacht, Sarah! Sunset cruise tonight!" I liked it and commented, "Have fun!" The next second, Sarah called. "He's my assistant! I rewarded him for closing a major deal, what's the big deal?!" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Why are you being so passive-aggressive? You useless loser!" She hung up before I could explain. I was speechless. The waiter awkwardly approached. "Sir, we're closed." I nodded, picked up the cake, and walked home.

On my birthday, my wife was at the vineyard, uncorking a million-dollar bottle for her male secretary, celebrating his promotion. Her Instagram post read: "After this shared glass, you're mine." I'd just commented "Congrats!" when the post vanished. My wife, Olivia, called, furious. "Do you have to be so dramatic? I'm rewarding an employee! You're such a killjoy!" The secretary, Daniel, then updated his profile picture to a photo of them sharing that very glass, gazing lovingly at each other. In the past, I would have demanded an explanation. This time, I simply texted her, "That bottle was a million dollars.

I died in a foreign country again. Mom, Dad, and my brother, Ethan, were huddled around frail little Alex, just like last time. No matter how hard I tried, my family always chose Alex, the adopted kid, leaving me alone. After being reborn, I gave up fighting, ready to accept my fate. But this time, I won.

I chased after Ethan, the golden boy, for two solid years, and his friends all looked down on me. Five years into our relationship, his first love, Chloe, returned to the States. Ethan's best friend, Chad, gloated, "Now that Chloe's back, how can someone still have the nerve to take her place?" I proposed to Ethan right in front of Chloe, but all he said was, "Don't be ridiculous."

It was our seventh year together. I got a text, a picture of my fiancée, Chloe, getting a marriage license. With another man. I looked at the photo, then calmly told Chloe we were done.

The Cloud family was very satisfied with me and hoped to proceed with the marriage soon.\nI had miscalculated. I had only intended to find some fool to cooperate with me so my parents would stop forcing me to go on blind dates. Who knew I'd end up meeting Zack and digging myself into a big hole

Ashley had never liked me, not even a little, yet she was still bound to marry me. At the wedding, she ditched me to drink with another guy. After we were married, she was rarely home, spending her nights partying with who knows who. I, the legitimate husband, became the laughingstock of our social circle. Ashley would sneer, "You deserve it." Everyone, including Ashley herself, seemed to think I was the one holding her back. But on our seventh anniversary, I gave her divorce papers as a gift. I felt a sense of release and smiled. "You're free," I said.