Novels

My mom took a deep breath and pulled out an ultrasound report from her pocket.\n\"Jessica is pregnant! She's carrying Alexander's child!\"

"How much did my husband used to love me? Seriously, the guy proposed like, ninety-nine times just to get me to say yes. It wasn't until the hundredth time that I finally cracked. I became the envy of everyone in Chicago as Mrs. Frank. On our wedding day, I gave him ninety-nine ""Get Out of the Doghouse"" cards. We agreed that as long as those cards weren't all used up, I'd stick around. Five years into our marriage, every time he ran off to be with his precious Emily, he'd use one up. When he was down to card number ninety-seven, Frank suddenly realized I was changing. I stopped with the crying, the begging for him to stay. I just quietly asked him, when he was losing it over his ditzy secretary, ""If you go be with her, can I use a card?"" He blinked, a rare moment of guilt flashing across his face. ""Sure, whatever, you've only used like, sixty-something. Knock yourself out."" I just nodded, letting him go. What he didn't know was that it was actually his ninety-seventh card. And we only had two left."

I was the true heir of the Clark family, but my parents always favored the fake daughter. Madison Clark, the one chosen to marry Lyrinia's great heir, was perfectly matched to him in terms of family status. Meanwhile, I was only allowed to marry a poor young man who had once helped my father. Everyone praised Madison for marrying well, not knowing that the Lyrinia's great heir was nothing more than a playboy. While she cried in despair every night, the poor boy I married treated me like royalty, rising up to become a business tycoon that everyone in Lyrinia wanted to befriend. Madison, envious of our loving marriage, secretly tampered with my car's brake line. I died tragically on the spot. My unborn child was lost as well. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day of our wedding. Madison stole the poor boy from me and demanded that I marry the Lyrinia's great heir. I smiled. I thought, "Let her take him. One day, she will realize that the only reason the poor boy was able to turn his life around was because I was behind all his strategies. And the reason the Lyrinia's great heir was a playboy was simply because I was never the one he married."

I dumped my boyfriend, Jake, the year he was totally broke. A year later, he hit the big time. He married some bubbly blonde who was way hotter than me. On some talk show, the host asked him if there were any regrets now that he’d won every damn award there was. He put his arm around Brittany's waist. "I just wonder how she’s doing, you know, after we split." The host hesitated. "She’s... not doing so great." Jake finally cracked a smile. "That's a relief." "But, uh, her mom left behind a box of videotapes before she passed." Jake's smile froze. The tapes showed every day of my life after leaving him, right up to my death.

Three days after I ditched my wedding, my fiancé killed himself in our wedding room, leaving me everything he owned. Going through his stuff, I found walls plastered with my photos and blood stains soaked into the floor. His assistant spoke up, "Mr. Garcia had a crush on you for years." "His depression was terminal. Only stalking you gave him any peace..." Every detail hit like a punch to the gut - horrifying yet heartbreaking. So, when time reset and my childhood buddy came with his perfect elopement scheme, I smiled and said no. "I'm staying." I needed to see what kind of beautiful insanity had driven this man who'd rather die than live without me.

"I raised my knee and hit him hard between the legs.\nWith a cry of pain, Jack crumpled to the ground.\n\"A slap isn't enough. This is more satisfying.\""

When I went off to college in the city, Jake Harding was living it up, dating every girl in his social circle. For some reason, he took an interest in me - the plain, shy, quiet girl. His grand romantic gestures started to win me over. But not even a month into our relationship, he dumped me, saying he was bored. That day, as he watched me walk away into the pouring rain, someone said, “That good girl isn’t gonna do something stupid, right?” Jake, already obsessed with his new fling, just asked his best friend, “Hey, West, could you check on her? I’m worried she might try to jump off the pier.” That night, the rain was hammering down, and there I was, soaked to the bone, when West pulled me into his lap. He answered a call from Jake, his voice low and drawling, "Yeah, found her.” He paused, then lowered his head to whisper into my ear, “You go have fun, bro. She's…being a real good girl now."

Ashley's drunken call for a ride home turned into a nightmare. I found her, not slumped on a bar stool, but wrapped around my boyfriend, Ethan, in a passionate embrace. "Do you really love Ashley?" she murmured against his lips. His laugh sent chills down my spine. "Of course not. It was all to get your attention." I walked away, numb. A simple text message ended our relationship. Then, I vanished. Deleted my social media, changed my number, packed a bag and left town. I needed to escape the suffocating betrayal. But they wouldn't let me. Ethan and Chloe bombarded my family with calls, pleading for forgiveness. It was too late.

My little sister's diary got busted—the one where she's crushing on the school's bad boy. In front of everyone, she claimed it was mine. The whole place erupted in laughter. So, right there in front of him, I admitted it was true.