Love Lost, Found Again

I had been in a relationship with Yusuf for ten years, and on the morning we were supposed to get our marriage license, I found myself standing at the courthouse, waiting. He never showed up. Determined to find out why, I drove to his office where he was working. As I gently pushed the office door open, I overheard him speaking to a female student. "I'm not planning on getting married right now. Besides, she's pregnant with my child; she won't be going anywhere." Through the narrow opening, I watched them, lost in affection and whispers, as if they were wrapped in their own world. Without a word, I turned away and made a call. "Set up an appointment for me. I need to schedule an abortion." --- Yusuf and I had been together for a decade. We met in grad school, working side by side on experiments and searching for research topics.

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Cleo hurriedly left work to accompany me to the hospital for the procedure. Worried that I might catch a chill, she brought a coat and gently placed it over my shoulders, her eyes red with concern. I sensed her hesitation; she wanted to ask something but feared it might upset me. I gave her a reassuring smile.

"I'm not marrying Yusuf," I said. "I refuse to let my child be the reason that ties me to him."

With someone to lean on, my tears finally came. Cleo just held me close, warming my cold hands and heart with her embrace.

The procedure was quick, and soon enough, I was wheeled out. Madelyn helped me out of the hospital and drove me home before hurrying back to work.

As I lay in bed, I picked up my phone and noticed a friend request notification. It was from a girl. Curious, I clicked on her profile. Her cover photo showed a hand entwined with another—a hand that looked all too familiar. It was Yusuf's hand, scarred on the back from the time he tried to cook for me for the first time and got burned by oil.

I remembered him back then, his eyes shining as he watched me taste his dish. I remembered him smiling softly, saying, "As long as you enjoy it, I don't mind the pain."

The girl's latest post showed a bouquet of roses with a jewelry box nestled in the center—inside was a necklace. The caption read, "One-year anniversary." So, it started even before he proposed to me. I only realized it today.

The anesthesia wore off, and a sharp pain pulsed through my lower abdomen, sweat chilling my skin.

Click.

Yusuf returned, changing his shoes as he stepped inside. Holding a bouquet of roses, he entered the bedroom and knelt by my bedside, apology written all over his face.

"Sweetie, the university suddenly gave me an assignment today, and I couldn't get away," he said. "But it's okay, we can check the calendar and find another good day."

When I still didn't respond, he assumed I was upset. "Don't be angry, sweetheart, I brought you a gift to make up for it."

He silently watched me, then handed me the roses and opened the gift box in the middle. It was a necklace—identical to the one in that girl's post.

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The salt-tinged breeze caressed my face as I stepped onto the pristine sands of the Malibu beachfront wedding venue. Dawn had barely broken, painting the horizon in watercolor hues of pink and gold that seemed to promise perfection. I clutched my garment bag containing the custom lace gown I'd spent months selecting, the weight of it against my arm feeling like a tangible manifestation of my dreams finally coming true. "Isabella! Over here!" Mia, my florist friend, waved from near the white pergola that would frame Ryan and me tomorrow as we exchanged vows. The structure stood like a sentinel against the backdrop of the endless Pacific, adorned with cascading white roses and eucalyptus—elegant and understated, just as I'd envisioned. "What do you think about the rose petal pattern?" Mia asked, gesturing to the sample she'd laid out on the aisle. "I was thinking we could create a gradient effect, starting with deeper blush tones at the entrance, fading to pure white where you'll stand with Ryan." I knelt down, running my fingers through the silky petals. "It's beautiful, Mia. Perfect." My voice caught slightly.

Modern Romance

9.4

After My Husband Made Me Apologize to His Pregnant Mistress

9.4

The fluorescent lights of the Manhattan family court hummed with a sterile, indifferent energy. The scent of industrial floor wax and stale coffee hung thick in the air, a pathetic perfume for the graveyard of a ten-year marriage. Across the scarred wooden table, Dante paced. His Italian leather shoes beat a relentless, rhythmic tattoo against the linoleum. He ran a hand through his perfectly styled dark hair, his gaze dropping to the phone illuminated in his palm for the fourth time in two minutes. A soft, unconscious smile played at the corners of his mouth—an expression he hadn’t directed at me in years. Ember. She was probably texting him about the baby. I stared down at the preliminary divorce filing. A decade of sacrifice, of molding myself into the perfect, quiet wife, reduced to twelve pages of Times New Roman.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.5

After the Divorce, A New Love Blossomed

9.5

It was a single reckless comment from Wilder Alexander that led Alessia Owens to pull off my prosthetic leg and hand it to him as if it were a mere plaything. Unbalanced and off-kilter, I toppled awkwardly to the ground. Wilder chucked the prosthetic aside, smirking. "Without your leg, Lukas, what are you even?" He nudged the leg carelessly under the table. Choking back tears, I begged Alessia to help retrieve it. She shot me a frosty, dismissive look. "Why the waterworks? It's Wilder's birthday; don't be a buzzkill." She seemed to forget it was her actions that led to my losing the leg. In that moment, nine years of love withered into nothingness. Around the table, I could feel the weight of judging eyes.

Modern Romance Young Adult

8.0

BEYOND BETRAYAL: WAR WITHOUT END

8.0

Betrayed by his own family, Carrick Aurum Gale was left for dead. But death was only the beginning. Reborn with a powerful system, Erebus, Carrick rises from the ashes to reclaim his rightful place as the most powerful Mafia Lord. With ruthless determination and cunning strategy, he builds a new empire, the Zenith Family, and sets his sights on vengeance against those who wronged him. The streets will run red, allegiances will be tested, and the very foundations of power will be shaken. The boy who was once discarded will become the master of his own destiny. Witness the unrelenting ascent of Aurum Zenith, the Mafia Lord who will stop at nothing to claim his throne.

Action LitRPG Mafia Modern

9.3

I Was His Secret Wife Until the Baby Shower Betrayal

9.3

I stared at the internal memo on my screen, my heart pounding against my ribs. The words blurred, then sharpened with brutal clarity: "Baby Shower Celebration for Victoria Kane and Alexander Sterling – Astoria Grand Hotel, Manhattan Ballroom, 3 PM." The cursor blinked mockingly as I read the memo again. And again. Seven years of marriage, and I was learning about this through a company-wide email that someone had accidentally included me on. My fingers trembled as I smoothed down my pencil skirt, a habit when anxiety threatened to overwhelm me. The Sterling Enterprises office hummed around me, oblivious to the way my world was imploding. For seven years, I'd been Mrs. Alexander Sterling in the shadows—his executive assistant by day, his wife by night, hidden away in our penthouse like a shameful secret. And now he was throwing a baby shower with Victoria Kane. I checked my watch—2:15 PM.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.9

Rejecting Billionaire's Plea

8.9

I stood frozen in the doorway of our penthouse kitchen, my breath caught in my throat. The sight before me was so foreign it took several moments to process. Alexander—my husband of one year—was hunched over the stove, stirring a pot with careful attention I'd never seen him direct toward anything in our home before. He hadn't noticed me yet. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his normally perfect hair slightly disheveled. The scent of chicken broth, herbs, and something indefinably tender filled the air. I watched as he lifted the wooden spoon to his lips, tasted the soup, and then—most shocking of all—smiled. A genuine smile that transformed his face, softening the sharp angles I'd grown accustomed to. It was an expression I had never seen directed at me. "It smells wonderful," I said, stepping into the kitchen.

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Love Lost, Found Again

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