Novels

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?"

Eight years together, and then Mom got sick. That's when I begged Jake for a wedding. He acted all in. But on the wedding day, he projected a video of himself in bed with another woman on the big screen. The guests’ laughter and jeers… Mom couldn't take it. She just… died right there. Everyone treated me like I was Jake’s free entertainment for eight years. The wedding imploded, and Jake dragged me to the roof. We jumped. Before we hit the ground, he looked at me with these crazy, red eyes, blaming me for ruining his chance to be with Ashley. That's when it hit me: today was also the day Ashley was leaving the country. Then, I woke up, back to the day he first asked me out. This time, I said no. Eight years later, Jake's living the dream with Ashley, a big-shot CEO. At their engagement party, he saw me with another guy. Suddenly, he's all over me, grabbing my arm, demanding: "Lily, why did you change your mind?"

I was lying on the operating table for a miscarriage when my parents were in a car accident.

I used all my strength to slam my head against the iron door of the cell, making a loud \"bang\".\nDominic's footsteps halted. His tone turned cold:\n\"Who exactly is locked in there?\"

On the eve of our anniversary, my husband, Dominic Prescott, walked hand in hand with his first love, Elsie Stockton, into the hotel. I dialed Dominic's number, but the person who answered my call was my thirteen-year-old son, Gavin Prescott. He said, "Dad is having a parent-teacher meeting. Don't disturb him!" With that, Gavin hung up the phone directly and blacklisted me.

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.

"Eight years into our relationship, I took a knife for my doctor boyfriend, Ethan. He promised I could ask for anything in return. Everyone expected me to demand a proposal. Instead, I calmly said, “Let’s break up.” Then I turned and walked away. Ethan smirked and bet everyone, “She’s just a lovesick puppy fishing for attention. I bet she’ll be back begging me to take her back in three days…” He was wrong. I had a secret; I'd been given a second chance. In my past life, I'd gotten engaged, but Ethan's dream girl, Olivia, jumped off a building and killed herself. He took all his anger out on me. On our wedding night, he slashed my face and locked me in a dark, cramped basement. After I got pregnant, he forced me to eat massive amounts of supplements. By the time I went into labor, the baby was too big, and I couldn't deliver. I bled out, my body torn apart in a horrific stillbirth. This time, back to the day I took that knife for Ethan, I did as he wished."

It was hard not to think too much.\nAiden's face suddenly changed: \"Hazel, what are you doing?\"

On the eve of our anniversary, my husband, Dominic Prescott, walked hand in hand with his first love, Elsie Stockton, into the hotel. I dialed Dominic's number, but the person who answered my call was my thirteen-year-old son, Gavin Prescott. He said, "Dad is having a parent-teacher meeting. Don't disturb him!" With that, Gavin hung up the phone directly and blacklisted me.