Why Does The Author Feel Homesick In 'Homesick For Kenya: An Expat'S Memoir'?

Eight years ago, I broke the heart of the boy I loved. Now, after eight years overseas, Liam Hayes was finally coming home with his new girlfriend to meet his family. That same day, the hospital gave me its final answer. The cancer had won. There was nothing left to treat. Nothing left to try. They sent me home with only time. When Liam saw my mother helping me into a wheelchair, a cold smile touched his mouth. “Eight years,” he said. “And this is what became of you? You can’t even walk anymore?” Disgust laced every word. I only tugged the sleeve of my down coat lower, hiding the cluster of needle marks across the back of my hand. “It’s nothing,” I said quietly. “I fell and broke a bone. That’s all.” Liam gave a short, bitter laugh. “In that case, I’m getting married soon. Why don’t you come be my fiancée’s bridesmaid?” I smiled as if it did not hurt at all. “No, thank you. I’m about to leave for somewhere very far away.” Then I patted the back of Mom’s hand, silently asking her to take me home.

Life forced Violet into a difficult situation. She had no choice but to get married to the billionaire, Stewart Johnston, so that she could get money to pay for her ailing mother’s treatment, but that only marked the beginning of her misfortune. Stewart treated Violet like a trash and named her a moocher since she got married to him because of his money. When Violet couldn’t take the humiliation anymore, she walked away from the marriage and she got the biggest shock of her life.

Tessa Ford thought she had it all: a loving husband, a beautiful daughter, and a thriving fashion brand. But when her husband, Grayson Grant, is manipulated into believing she’s having an affair with one of her models, the perfect life she built begins to crumble. Without giving her a chance to explain, he serves her divorce papers and disappears just when she needs him the most. When tragedy strikes, Tessa signs the papers and walks away. Five years later, fate brings them face-to-face once more. Grayson is haunted by his mistakes and desperate for forgiveness. Tessa has built walls around her heart that no amount of apology can break. As time goes on and old feelings resurface, will Tessa be able to find it in her heart to give him a second chance?

After five years of marriage, Billionaire Alexander Burke is convinced that his wife, Olivia Burke, doesn’t love him. Olivia is also convinced her husband is still in love with his ex and their marriage is just for convenience. Alexander serves her divorce papers but soon regrets his impulsive decision. Desperate to win her back, he puts the divorce on hold. Olivia who has had enough of his encounters with his ex decides to finalize the divorce anyway. What will Alexander do when he realizes he has made the biggest mistake of his life? Will Olivia make him pay for his betrayal or fall for him all over again?

Watch me roast my ex husband that set me up and humiliated me, just to make his way out of our marriage and put the blame on me. Well i made him regret it while having the best moment of my life with my new man.

“Ma’am, there’s no marriage record between you and Mr. Mark Henderson in the system.” My fingers tightened around the pregnancy report as my legs nearly gave out beneath me. Five years ago, Mark was recruited by a top law firm abroad with a high-paying offer. Without hesitation, I followed him across the ocean. He had told me, “Once I’m settled, I’ll take care of your status.” However, five years had passed, and my lawful permanent residence was still “in process.” Meanwhile, his assistant, Tonya Irving, who followed him abroad, had secured hers under his sponsorship. Back then, I made a scene, insisting on a divorce so I could return home. For the first time, the ever-composed Mark, an attorney, lost his calm. He grabbed my hand and said, “Tonya’s all alone out here, and it hasn’t been easy for her. Helping her is just the right thing to do. You’re my wife. Your status is only a matter of time. My work is sensitive right now, and I need to avoid any complications. You understand, don’t you?” But I had understood him for five whole years. My phone suddenly rang. Mark’s voice came through, light with laughter. “Tonya’s permanent residence was approved today. We’re celebrating tonight. I need you to get home early and cook up a feast.” I stared at the marriage license in my hand—now nothing more than a worthless piece of paper. A cold chill spread down my spine. As it turned out, I was never his legal wife. I had no legal status and no protection, much less rights secured for the child I was carrying. After hanging up, I scheduled an abortion and booked the earliest flight home. This time, I wouldn’t look back.