Question For Your Ex Novels & Stories

“I'll cut to the chase,” Aaron said, his voice cold and firm. “You have two options: terminate the pregnancy now, and I'll compensate you generously for your trouble. Or, carry the baby to term and receive a substantial payment, but you will have no rights or contact with the child after birth.” Raina, a young fashion designer, discovers her husband's betrayal just as she learns she's pregnant. But in a shocking twist, she discovers the baby isn't her husband's due to a fertility clinic mix-up. The child belongs to Aaron Kingston, a reclusive billionaire who never wanted a family, just an heir through surrogacy. Now entangled in a complex situation, she must navigate this complex situation and find a way forward. But what happens when they start falling for each other?

He is the love of her life but also a stranger. For over a year, she remained his dutiful wife wondering if he would love her just as much as she loved him. How stupid had she been? Elodie Taylor marriage to Henry Ford was never a bed of roses but she was ready to deal with it and endure because she loved him. However fate deals her a cruel hand when he is visited by his long lost love and he returns home one day with news that she is pregnant for him. Broken by the news, Elodie decides to divorce him but Henry refuses, claiming he does not want her out of his life and so she decides to stay. She is going to be his dutiful wife and she is going to seduce him and when he has fallen irrevocably in love with her, she is going to break his heart.

When my ex-wife, Blaire Sutton, rushes her childhood friend, Malcolm Pierce, who has suffered from a papercut, into the emergency room, I'm in the middle of saving a patient, whose heart has stopped beating. Upon noticing that I'm not rushing to treat Malcolm's cut at once, Blaire lashes out at me furiously. After that, she lodges a complaint about me intending to get revenge on her due to our relationship problems, which means I have very poor ethics as a doctor. I don't even bother explaining myself to anyone. Instead, I just take off my white coat and accept the suspension and investigation notice that the hospital has issued to me. Soon, Blaire uploads a photo of Malcolm's finger, which is taped with a plaster. The caption absolutely reeks of her smugness. "Only narrow-minded men tend to get revenge for the pettiest things at work. His white coat should've gotten ripped off him a long time ago. That way, he'll definitely learn his lesson." Five days later, Malcolm suddenly suffers from a ruptured aortic dissection, leaving him in critical condition. The thing is, I'm the only one capable of performing this surgery in the entire state. Blaire keeps sobbing to the point that she's suffering from an emotional breakdown over the phone. She begs me to save Malcolm's life. I merely cut her off coolly, "Sorry, but I'm serving my suspension notice and reflecting on my mistakes at the moment. I don't even have the right to prescribe Malcolm any medication. You should find someone else to save his life."

“Let go of me.” I took in deep breaths and pushed him away but this man was way stronger than me. “Let me show you that I am a changed man.” He pulled me closer once again. “Let me love you.” I had never seen this man beg before but for the first I was. But the Gabriella he wanted was long gone. The Gabriella he wanted had died the day she found out he was cheating, she had died the day she took her things and left NewYork with her unborn baby. I would never let him come close to me or my child and I’ll also never let him go for hurting me.

"You will be treated like nothing except my fuck toy. You will get spoiled food once a week and water one sip a day. You will always stay naked. No clothes for you. No electricity for you. You will be locked in 1 room with just a floor forever. You will never be treated like a human being again from this day on."

After being married for three years, I was very satisfied with my life. My husband was handsome, caring, gentle, emotionally stable, and never lost his temper with me. That was until the day when I saw my kind husband cornering his true love. He asked angrily, "You were the one who decided to marry someone else, what right have you got to ask me to do anything?" Only then did I realize that he could be emotionally unstable when he was truly in love with someone. I knew my place, so I decided to divorce my husband and disappear from his life. A lot of people said that Ryan had gone mad and that he was turning the whole Jelaston upside down just to find me. I felt that it was impossible for someone so emotionally stable as Ryan to go crazy. Not to mention the fact that I was just an ex-wife that he didn't really care about. Sometime later, he saw me standing next to another man. He grabbed my wrists and pleaded with red eyes, "I'm sorry, Charlotte. Please come back to me." Only then did I realize that what I heard other people talking about wasn't just a rumor. Ryan really had gone mad.

Eight years ago, my cousin Wendy Cooper was involved in a drunk driving hit-and-run. Yet, my parents made sure all the evidence pointed toward me. The victim's family waited outside my school every day with gasoline, threatening to die with me. Because of that, the school took away my guaranteed admission to university. That day, my parents and brother all tried to persuade me. "Wendy's terrified. Just give her your spot to make her feel better." I refused, fought back, and even tried to talk them out of it. But the next day, they handed me over to the police themselves. Lance Stewart, my fiance and a powerful business tycoon, had orchestrated it all. As he was afraid I'd run or cause trouble, he personally pinned several charges on me and sent me to an isolated island prison. He left me with no way out. When my sentence began, he made me a promise. "Esme, just endure it for a few years. I'll get you out once Wendy graduates, and then we'll get married."

She died in peace, guarding the river for three days and three nights, came to collect the body but not her husband - looking at the man gently kissed his swollen and rotting corpse, she shook in her heart, secretly promised: if she can be reborn, she must marry him! ...... Later, she was really reborn, but became his sister (⊙o⊙) Murong Cheng said, "If you dare to die to me again, I don't mind changing my mind and cavorting with a corpse." She can't cry, my brother! You've been a pervert for a long time, okay?

Nyma, the Privileged Luna, never imagined her life would be dictated by an unbreakable mate bond. Raised in a werewolf pack where loyalty to a single mate was sacred, she struggled to accept her fate with Prince Adrain—the future Lycan King. Six months into their marriage, Nyma has balanced the weight of leading her pack and navigating the treacherous politics of the Lycan royal family. She sacrificed her claim to the throne, choosing freedom over power, earning the scorn of her mate’s family—especially Second Prince Lucian, the brother who still dares to claim her as his second mate. On the night of her baby shower, everything shatters. Secrets unravel, betrayals surface, and Nyma walks in on the ultimate heartbreak—her mate entwined with the one woman from his past he swore meant nothing. Now, with her heart in pieces and her child’s future at stake, Nyma must decide: fight for a bond that has only brought her pain or break free from fate and forge her own destiny? Love may be fated—but trust is earned. And Adrain has just lost hers. She survives. And then she takes everything. Left for dead, Nyma rises from the ashes with a single purpose—to reclaim the legacy that was stolen from her and make the ones who wronged her choke on their own betrayal. The young Luna was never meant to be a pawn in Lycan politics, and she sure as hell won’t be a forgotten footnote in Adrian’s story. She builds her own pack, her own empire. And when the so-called King and his family come crawling, desperate for the very heir they discarded? Oops. Her bastard just took their legacy.

After my eight-year-old twin sister was kidnapped, my dad became the person who wished for my death more than anyone else in the world. He would always say, "Zachary is an ungrateful brat! A good-for-nothing!" So, when the news of my disappearance reached the school, my dad leads everyone in cheers. He even spreads word of my misdeeds everywhere. "Zachary stole a poor student's tuition fees and even made a false police report accusing the teacher of hitting him!" "That's right! He even helped traffickers kidnap children—his own sister was almost sold by him! I hope he dies soon!" Five years later, my memories are extracted and projected onto a large display screen. And yet my dad, who hates me to the core and wishes for my death, falls to his knees and begs for my forgiveness the moment he learns of my death.