Novels

So, my brother’s best friend, Jake, and I had been doing this secret five-year thing, and we were supposed to go public on New Year's Eve.

When Leon returned home in a cheerful mood, I was pouring untouched food into the trash bin.

When Ethan Shaw got my divorce notice, he immediately called me. As soon as I picked up, he berated me.

It was late at night, and the baby in 404 wouldn't stop crying. Our building's group chat was blowing up.

My scumbag husband's mistress and I ended up in the same damn delivery room, both pushing out boys. And get this - after we were discharged, she moved right across the hall from us! My kid was a handful, and I wanted him to have a good life, so I quit my job, became a super-mom, the whole nine yards. All that stress and work? Yeah, I ended up with cancer. I thought my son would at least appreciate it, but he cleaned out my savings, dumped me in some backwoods hovel to rot, and I died in agony. Then, after I die, I find out he wasn't even my son! Turns out, my low-life husband had planned the whole delivery room thing to swap the babies. He wanted me to pour all my money and time into raising their kid! And my real son? He was living across the hall, being abused into a vegetable by that she-devil! I blinked, and BAM! I was back in that delivery room again, about to pop. But this time, things are gonna be different. My first order of business? Getting my kid back.

My husband won the thirty million lottery and wanted a divorce.

I was kidnapped along with Jack's first love, Ella. He brought $500,000 in ransom money and rescued Ella without hesitation.

Our breakup was ugly. The year he loved me most, I took $500,000 from his mother, aborted our child, and betrayed him.

My sister-in-law, Brenda, she's obsessed with sushi, right? After she got pregnant, she started losing weight, but her stomach just kept getting bigger and bigger. I swear, I thought she wasn't carrying a baby, but a freakin' giant tapeworm. And wouldn't you know it, I was right! I caught it one night, saw this huge worm slithering out from under her nightgown for some air. I totally freaked out, dragged her to the ER that night to get de-wormed. They pulled out this tapeworm that was, like, three feet long! And yeah, she lost the baby. My parents blamed me for killing their grandkid, and Brenda and my brother, Kevin, blamed me for offing their son. Then they had the nerve to try and force me to eat the damn tapeworm! The thing hatched a million little worms that burrowed all through my body. I died from the inside out, screaming in pain. Then I woke up, back to the night I saw the tapeworm taking a breather. I just smirked and quietly closed their bedroom door.