Married to an Inexperienced man
I never thought I’d be here—married to someone who still trembles at my touch. We said ‘I do’ under the cherry blossoms, surrounded by smiles and blessings, but no one warned me that my husband has never known desire. Every night, he kisses my forehead and turns away. The bed between us feels like a borderland neither of us dares cross. But tonight, I found the letter hidden in his desk. Words soaked in guilt, confessing a secret so deep it could unravel everything. Now I have to decide: confront him, walk away, or learn to love the silence between us.The house is too quiet. Rain taps against the bedroom window like fingers testing the glass. I’m lying beside him, close enough to feel his breath, but we’re oceans apart. Tonight was supposed to be different—our six-month anniversary, candles, soft music, the silk robe he said he liked. But when I reached for him, his body locked up like a vault.\n\nI didn’t cry. Not then. I just got up, walked to the study, and opened his desk drawer. That’s where I found the letter. Not to me. To a therapist. Dated three weeks ago. \"I’m afraid I’ll hurt her,\" he wrote. \"Or worse—that I won’t feel anything at all.\"\n\nMy phone buzzes. Mira’s message glows in the dark: \"You don’t owe him your life.\" I look back at the bedroom door. He’s still there, waiting. Hoping I’ll come back to bed.\n\nBut I know now: this isn’t about patience. It’s about truth. And I have to decide—do I confront him tonight, pretend nothing happened, or pack a bag and leave before sunrise?
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Carla's Rebirth
I open my eyes to a man who calls himself my husband. He says my name is Carla. Two years ago, I fell into a coma after a car crash. I remember nothing. But when I see old photos, the face staring back isn’t mine. My hands tremble as I trace the curve of my jaw—this body feels like a borrowed suit. David smiles with gentle patience, but his kindness carries weight, secrets buried beneath every touch. Why do strangers look at me like they’ve seen a ghost? And why does my heart race when I hear the name Sarah?
Love Mom
I never thought the day Mom forgot my name would be the same day I found out she loved me more than life itself. The doctors called it early-onset dementia. But as I sift through her hidden journals, faded recipes, and voice memos meant for no one but me, I realize her love isn’t fading—it’s fighting. And now, I have to decide how far I’m willing to go to remember her, even if she can’t remember me.
The Rich Man's Game
The city breathes money, power, and lies. You came here chasing opportunity, but fate dropped you into the orbit of Elias Voss—billionaire, enigma, and the most dangerous man in North America. Rumor says he owns politicians, corporations, even souls. Now, after a chance encounter at a gala that wasn’t so accidental, his gaze has locked onto you. Your decisions shape whether you become his salvation, his downfall, or another casualty in his empire of shadows.
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