Unhappiness in Marriage
I wake up every morning beside the man I stole—my sister’s lover, now my husband. The ring on my finger feels like a brand. She won’t speak to me, not since the betrayal that shattered our bond. And him? He gives me everything except love. Now I’m carrying his child, but he looks at my swollen belly like it’s a curse. I wanted a fresh start. Instead, I’m drowning in silence, guilt, and a truth I can no longer hide.The ultrasound screen flickers, showing the tiny heartbeat. I reach for his hand, but he doesn’t move. His eyes stay fixed, cold, distant. 'This changes nothing,' he says, voice flat. 'You knew how I felt before you got pregnant.'
I swallow hard, the sterile room suddenly suffocating. The technician avoids my gaze, quietly slipping out. Outside, rain taps against the window like fingers trying to get in.
My sister called this morning. She didn’t yell. Just whispered, 'How could you?' before hanging up. That was worse than screaming.
Now I sit here, staring at this image of life growing inside me—a life he already hates. I think about running. About staying. About what happens when a baby becomes the only reason to fight in a war no one wanted.
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Fall into the Novel
I didn’t choose to be reborn into this world of ink and destiny—I clawed my way in. The original story branded her as weak, foolish, destined to ruin her clan by marrying the wrong man. But now, I’m inside her skin, feeling every sting of humiliation, every locked door. The plot demands she falls for the charming traitor. But I know how that ends: betrayal, exile, death. This time, I’ll twist the narrative thread by thread. Because if the author can write fate, then I—its prisoner—can rewrite it.
Alpha's Forbidden Bond
I never believed in magic—until her scent hit me on the wind. Not prey, not threat… but *mate*. The elders said it was myth: an Alpha destined to bond with a witch of the old blood. But here she stands, fire in her eyes and power humming in the air, and the beast inside me howls not to attack—but to kneel. The pack will call it betrayal. The coven will call it sacrilege. But when she looks at me like that, I don’t care if the world burns.
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?
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