Contemporary Romance

Bella Sinclair and I were kidnapped together, but when Adrian Bennett stormed in with half a million dollars, it couldn't have been more obvious who he was there for—Bella, of course.

I walked in just in time to catch my husband swapping out my eggs for those of his "ideal" woman before our IVF procedure. I didn't say a word—just quietly switched them back.

After studying abroad for two years, I cut my time short, eagerly looking forward to returning to Solaria, ready to marry.

On our wedding anniversary, my husband’s perfect ex posted an ultrasound photo on Instagram. Her caption hit me like a freight train: “Shoutout to the amazing man who’s stood by me for ten years, and now made me a mom.”

When my 7-year-old son got bitten by a snake, I didn’t waste a second. I rushed him straight to the hospital where my older son works, praying they could save him.

I spent the entire day handling Emma's funeral. The hospital staff gave me sympathetic looks, but I barely noticed. For 48 hours straight, Ethan hadn't said a single word.

I stood frozen outside the private room of Le Meridien, my hands trembling around the Ferrari keys I’d planned to surprise Ethan with. Seven years of love, of building future together, crashed around me like shattered glass.

I’ve been married to my boss, Antonio Kaufman, for six long years. But Antonio has always kept our marriage a secret, forbidding me from telling anyone the truth. He won’t even let our child call him "father." When he forgot our child’s birthday because he was busy with his side chick, it was the final straw. I couldn’t endure this toxic marriage any longer. So, I made up my mind—to walk away from it all and reclaim my life.

The day I was supposed to try on my wedding dress with my boyfriend of seven years, I rushed to the bridal boutique, heart racing with excitement. But as soon as I walked in, I froze.

Our whole family was planning a vacation trip together, but when my husband’s childhood friend, Mallory, found out, she pleaded to join us. Without a second thought, Henry canceled my plane ticket and gave it to her instead, arranging for me to travel on a hard seat in a 36–hour train ride.