Novels

“Please, Loretta…he’s your grandchild…” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper.

As soon as the phone turned on, a message from Rachel popped up:\n\"Sis, what's going on? Why is our boss saying in the group chat that you guys have made a decision, but my proposal wasn't even considered?!\"

When she noticed me, she set her phone aside without saying a word.\nI glanced at her desk and saw that the spot where the doll used to sit was empty.\nFrowning, I asked, \"Where's my doll?\"

"I decided to put my sister's name on the marriage license. This time, I'd give Jake what he wanted. This time, I'd be the one to dress my sister in the wedding gown, the one to place the engagement ring on her finger. I'd engineer every encounter between them. When he took her to New York City, I'd head south to the University of Miami without a word. Because in my past life, even when I was over fifty, he and our son were still begging me for a divorce. Begging me to finalize his relationship with my sister. Reborn, all I wanted was to spread my wings and leave romance behind."

"I’d been married to Henry Harrison for eight years. He’d brought ninety-nine women home during that time. I stared at number one hundred, a young, pretty girl, standing in my living room. She looked at me defiantly, then turned to Henry. “Honey, is this your useless wife everyone talks about?” Henry leaned back in his chair, a lazy “Yep” escaping his lips. The girl sauntered over and patted my cheek, a smirk playing on her lips. “Tonight, you’ll learn what a real woman sounds like.” That night, I was forced to listen to their moans echoing through the house. The next morning, Henry, as usual, told me to make breakfast. I refused. He seemed to have forgotten our marriage was a business arrangement. And today was three days before the contract ended."

After ten long months of pregnancy, my water broke. On the way to the hospital, the student I had been sponsoring called my husband. She confessed that she had secretly admired him for a long time but didn't want to destroy our family, so she decided to end it all. My husband abandoned me on the overpass, made a U-turn against traffic and rushed back to comfort her. I bore the pain in my abdomen and walked five kilometers on the overpass before finally getting a cab. By the time I reached the hospital, my blood had already stained half of my body. The doctor told me I had arrived too late; my baby was already gone. It felt as if my heart had been ripped from my chest. I called my husband. But he said, "Let's get a divorce first. We'll remarry once she's emotionally stable." "Our child is gone. There's no use dwelling on it." "But we can save another innocent woman." I remained silent for a long time, then quietly whispered, "Okay, then we're both free." The poor student successfully rose in status, while I, feeling disheartened, left for a distant place. But luck found me. I remarried a kind man and found happiness in a new family. Three years later, I ran into my ex-husband. He grabbed me by the neck, fury in his eyes and shouted, "You remarried again? Didn't we agree to remarry in the future? Are you that desperate? Can't you live without a man?"

Just after dropping my son off at kindergarten, I got a call from his teacher. "Sir, why hasn't your son arrived at school yet? Is he feeling unwell?" I explained in confusion, "I just dropped him off with you. Did you forget?" The teacher immediately responded, "Sir, please don't joke. I haven't seen you at all today." I was dumbfounded and rushed back to the kindergarten, only to find that my son was indeed missing. I demanded to see the security footage, but it showed that I hadn't brought my son to school at all that day. Even the kindergarten's security guards and other parents testified that they hadn't seen me at the school. Still, I distinctly remember taking my son to kindergarten and handing him to his teacher. Desperate to find him, I called the police. Eventually, they found my son's body in a pond near our home. The surrounding surveillance footage showed me pressing him into the water, drowning him with my own hands. My mother-in-law clutched his lifeless body, sobbing and accusing me. "What did my grandson ever do wrong? Why did you have to kill him?" My wife, filled with rage, slapped me across the face and shouted, "How could you do this to your own child? He was only five years old! Are you even human?" I had no way to defend myself and became a reviled father, a murderer, overnight. My parents suffered severe online harassment and eventually died in their own homes. As for me, I was thrown in prison, tortured and ultimately beaten to death. Even in my last moments, I couldn't understand why everyone who had seen my son and I insisted we hadn't been at the kindergarten. Moreover, if I had never gone near that pond, then why did the surveillance footage show me drowning my own son? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I took my son to school.

Liam always panicked because of me.\nHe was so perfect in every way, but it seemed like God had given him a weakness—me.\nHis entire life had been ruined because of me.

Sarah narrowed her eyes. \"Then why are you smiling?\"\nI shrugged. \"I just like to smile. They say people who smile a lot have good luck.\"