Novels

My wife went on a business trip with her male assistant for six months. When we met again, she was holding her three-month pregnant belly and demanded that I help her with fetal protection, "You are the best obstetrician! You must save this child, or I'll divorce you!" Later, I performed the fetal preservation surgery for her. After the surgery, I called home, "Dad, I'm preparing for a divorce. I'll come work at your hospital. Also, cancel all our collaborations with Sommerset Hospital."

"\"Why did you bring me here?\"\nThe moment Adeline saw our daughter's photo on the tombstone, the swimsuit she had bought slipped from her hands."

"Fifty grand. That’s what it took for me to pretend to be my brother and take care of his blind fiancée. The day she got her sight back, I vanished. Our paths crossed again at a business interview. I was the lowly intern reporter. She was back to being a powerful heiress, calling the shots at the Hamilton Corporation. She was being interviewed: ""We hear you're about to tie the knot, Miss Hamilton, thanks to your fiancé, Kevin, who stood by you during your illness?"" A faint smile touched her lips. She raised her hand, showing off a ring. ""Yes, Kevin and I are getting engaged."" But her gaze lingered, almost deliberately, on me, standing in the corner."

"My fiancé's childhood sweetheart returned from abroad, and the first thing she did was make a bet with me, Samantha. The agreement stated that if my fiancé, Ethan, left me nine times for her, I would willingly give up my position as his wife. I agreed. On the ninth time, his childhood sweetheart, Willow, cried, ""Ethan, if you don't marry me, I'll marry that spoiled rich kid from the Johnston family in the city!"" He frantically hung up the phone, abandoned me yet again, stole his family's household registration book, and got married to Willow. That day, they announced their relationship on social media, and everyone in our circle eagerly awaited to see me and the Johnstons make fools of ourselves. Then, Jaxon Johnston approached me, saying casually, ""Your fiancé stole my wife, so it's only fair that you become my wife, right?"" I nodded. ""Fair. When are you getting married?"""

"College days, Ethan, the campus ice king, chased me for two years before I finally agreed to go out with him. The day we got together, I gave him three keepsakes. I told him, “Ethan, these three things are the most important things in my life.” “You must never lose them. If these three things are gone, you’ll never find me again.” We were happy, eventually walking down the aisle. With my help, his company grew stronger and stronger. But everything changed the day his first love, Lana, returned from overseas. Lana tore up our marriage certificate. Ethan, who'd never raised his voice at me before, said, “It’s just a marriage certificate! We can get a new one. Why are you making such a big deal out of it? Apologize to Lana.” Lana had been robbed overseas, and Ethan, who always believed in me, suddenly questioned me. “Lori, I told you Lana and I are just friends. Why can’t you understand? You even sent people to rob her and hurt her overseas. Now, go apologize to Lana!” Then, one day, I saw my keepsakes on Lana. That's when I gave up. I decided to take back those three things that were so important to me. But when the three things disappeared, Ethan went crazy."

My roommate gave me a locket. At first, it didn’t seem like a big deal. I wore it and weirdly enough, I started eating more, sleeping better and slowly gaining weight. I figured I was finally getting my life together. Then, the day after I got accepted into graduate school, I suddenly doubled over in class with this sharp, unbearable pain in my stomach and out of nowhere, I gave birth. Right there. In front of everyone. Word spread fast. I tried to explain, I begged them to believe me, but nobody did. My professors, my classmates... everyone just thought I had been lying all along. That I was some kind of freak. I lost my spot in grad school just like that. Even my parents didn’t believe me. They said I had humiliated them. Told me not to come home. That they were done with me. I hit rock bottom. I went up to the school’s rooftop and... jumped. I thought that was the end. But it wasn’t. After I died, I finally saw the truth. Everything that happened; the weight gain, the weird appetite, the pregnancy, it all started after Yolanda gave me that so-called locket. Then suddenly, I was back. Back to the day she came home from her trip.

"We were arguing, Jason and I, when he suddenly slapped me across the face, right in front of everyone. That same day, I deleted his contact info. Everything. Everyone was shocked. Jason and I had grown up together. I'd had a crush on him since forever, practically chased after him for nine years. ""Why, Ashley? Just because of a slap?"" He looked bewildered. ""Yes. Just because of a slap."" I said it with absolute conviction."

"Every anniversary, Gary would bring a woman home, claiming it was for my ""training."" This tenth anniversary, he brought a girl from a karaoke bar, dressed in a bunny costume. “She doesn’t have a gown, so give her your wedding dress. And that jewelry I gave you, too. As for shoes, yours will do just fine.” “She’s young, she doesn’t know much. Teach her a few things, especially the bedroom stuff.” Everyone was waiting to see me fail, and I didn't disappoint. I said I wanted a divorce. Gary chuckled, a sneer on his face. “Sarah, when haven't you said that? I'm so tired of hearing it, even more than your moans in bed!” “If you really want a divorce, I’ll give you a hundred million dollars!” The room erupted in laughter. They all thought I was playing games, being dramatic. But they didn't know this was the hundredth time I’d said it, and the only time I truly meant it."

My husband’s “dream girl,” Sophie, just posted a sonogram on her social media. Her caption read: “Thank you to my dear ‘friend’ for lending me some sperm when I was at my lowest. Now I can finally have my own baby.” Silently, I hit "like" and left a comment: “Congrats to you both.” Within seconds, my husband, Trenton, called, livid. “It’s just some sperm I lent to Sophie! Why are you blowing this out of proportion?” he barked. I calmly hung up. It was time for a divorce.