The late-night cries of a six-month-old baby echoed softly through the dimly lit apartment. Amid the stillness, Meera sat on the edge of the bed, gently rocking her daughter in her arms. Her eyes, heavy with exhaustion, held a kind of love only a mother could understand-selfless, patient, unwavering. The world outside moved on-cars honked, alarms rang, people rushed-but for Meera, time stood still in that tiny nursery. Her husband, Rohit, hadn't come home yet. Again. She glanced at the clock. 12:47 a.m. Another "late-night meeting," he had said. Another night she whispered lullabies alone. She pressed a soft kiss to her daughter's forehead and tried not to let her heart feel the cold emptiness beside her. "This is just a phase," she told herself. "He's just stressed. Things will be better soon." But deep down, beneath layers of denial and devotion, a part of her already knew-something had changed. And soon, her world would never be the same again.

**CAUTION: A LOT OF GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, THIS WAS WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 13/14. WILL BE REWRITTEN SOON** Copyright © November 2014 All Rights Reserved She thought it would be a terrific idea to tell him the news as a wedding surprise. That morning at The Plaza, her mom's advice was to break the news first. As she made her way to the groom's room to tell him the news, she was left utterly shattered and he was caught red-handed. The man decides to have a little affair of his own just before their union. She was clueless of how long he had been at it- but one thing was crystal clear- she was evacuating. Far away from her now ex-husband-to-be. Of course she wasn't alone- within her was possibly a new life and beginning with the bastard left at fault. Will he come searching for her? What happens when years pass and still no sign of her? Five years is a long time but not enough to heal, people change and new paths lie ahead of them. What if they weren't meant to be standing at the alter in the end? Maybe this story was not supposed to have a happy-ending. Started: 06.11.2014 Ended: 18.02.2019

She survived captivity. She survived torture. She survived things no child should ever endure. But nothing prepared her for discovering that being forgotten hurts less than being second choice.

Emily thought she had the perfect life, the perfect husband. For years she believed in the life they had built. When she catches him betraying their vows, everything begins to unravel. Finding her inner strength, Emily moves forward, building a new future. Trent single-handedly destroyed everything that was important to him. He wants nothing more than to make things right with his wife, but how can you even begin to repair something so broken?

10 Years ago my life changed, I was 18, young, stupid and selfish. I thought I was doing the right thing, convinced myself everything I did I was doing for the boy who owned my heart, the boy I loved - so I ran as far as I could go, without explanation to my friends and in spite of my family I fled the only home I had ever known, left behind the only people that had ever cared about me, but I needed an escape. I know you heard me Amara, Is she, Is Lily, Mine?" "Asher" I whispered, taking a further step out onto the balcony, I closed the door behind me "No Amara, She looks like me, so just tell me the truth ok, she is my fucking daughter isn't she" "Yes" I let the words fall out of my mouth "Yes Asher, She is yours" "What the fuck Amara" His voice was loud, his face twisted in anger,

A story of heartbreak, healing, and the love you never saw coming. Zarra Reynolds had it all figured out-until the man she trusted most shattered her world. After eight years together, James Moseley wasn't just her partner-he was her friend, her lover, her future. But when he suggested opening their relationship, Zarra's heart whispered no... and her instincts were right. One night changed everything. Blindsided by betrayal, Zarra stumbles-literally-into a stranger in a stairwell while trying to escape the wreckage of her love life. He's sharp-tongued, stoic, and unexpected. But behind that steel gaze lies someone who sees her in a way James never did. Now, on the verge of her 50th birthday, Zarra is forced to start over. Between therapy sessions, painful memories, and quiet mornings alone with her coffee, she never expected to feel anything for anyone again. But that stranger? He keeps showing up in her thoughts, in her life, and maybe, just maybe, in her heart. What if the love that heals you comes after the one that broke you? For fans of second chances, slow burns, and fierce women who choose themselves first.