The Heart She Carries
I can feel it—the tremor in my hand when I reach for the scalpel. Not enough to see, not yet. But I know. The genetic test confirmed it: Huntington’s. Ten years, maybe less. I’m Dr. Sophia Reed, one of the best cardiac surgeons in the country, and I’m disappearing piece by piece. Jake looks at me like I’m the only light in his world. If he knew the truth, that light would die. So I push him away. But what if love refuses to let go?My hands are steady. They have to be. The heart on the monitor flickers—ventricular tachycardia—and I clamp the artery with precision I don’t feel. Sweat beads under my scrubs, not from heat, but from the tremor I’m suppressing in my left finger. It’s subtle. Barely there. But if the chief notices, it’s over.\n\n"Dr. Reed, BP dropping," the anesthesiologist calls.\n\n"I see it," I snap, too sharp. Jake’s outside the OR, probably watching through the glass. I catch his gaze—concerned, warm—and look away fast. Can’t afford softness. Not when every second tests my control.\n\nAfter the sutures, I lock myself in the bathroom. My reflection stares back: dark circles, tight jaw, a twitch near my eye. I open my palm. A small pill bottle rolls into view—labeled 'Research Use Only.' Experimental. Unproven. My last hope.\n\nMy phone buzzes. Jake: 'We need to talk. You’re scaring me.'\n\nI close my eyes. If I answer, he’ll hear the crack in my voice. If I don’t, he’ll dig deeper. Either way, the lie is collapsing.
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Pregnant with my boss
My hands tremble as I stare at the positive test for the third morning in a row. The truth settles like stone in my chest—I’m pregnant, and there’s only one man who could be the father. My boss. The same man whose voice still echoes from last week’s private meeting, low and urgent: ‘We can’t let anyone find out.’ Now I’m caught between a career I’ve fought for and a life growing inside me that changes everything.
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?
The Hopes You Broke
I never wanted to be the kind of woman who clings to a man like he’s her only chance. But when Reynard looked at me, I felt seen—for the first time, not as the daughter of a disgraced man, but as someone worth loving. Now, his family wants him back with his ex-fiancée, and whispers say I’m just a distraction. The truth is, I’ve spent my life running from secrets—my father’s betrayal, my mother’s silence, my own fear of being left. But what if the secret that broke us… was never true?
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