We'd fallen for each other hard and fast and things were perfect. Until his ex showed up with Hudson's ten-month-old son. Hudson, afraid his ex would take off with his son, bent over backwards to accommodate her. He ignored my advice to get a paternity test and set some boundaries with her. He didn't, and she kept taking more and more of his time. He swore things would settle, but I overheard him with her on the phone one night and that was it for me. I was out of there.

Hollywood Tales Book #1 For two years, the world watched us fall in love. Our romantasy series became a global obsession and suddenly everyone was interested in us. Interviews went viral. Edits got millions of views. Fans called our chemistry once in a generation and swore no one could fake the way he looked at me. I believed it too, the spark in his eyes, the passion in his touch, the care in his words. While we dated secretly for a year. Until a grainy image of his lip locked with an Ex went viral and I overheard him in a private meeting telling the producers he couldn't do this anymore. That he couldn't keep pretending to be interested in me. And suddenly I didn't know which moments belonged to the show and which ones never existed at all. But one thing was clear, I was just a part of his performance.

I was the woman he loved. She was the woman he could never refuse. I stopped competing with Veronica the day I understood the truth: Adrian hadn't just let her into our lives, he'd built her a home inside the spaces meant for me. For two years, I was Claire Monroe. The safe and steady one. The woman Adrian Cole never had to worry about because she never made a scene, raised her voice, or asked for more than he was willing to give. Understanding. Patient. Reliable. I wore those words like armor, never realizing they were the very reasons he felt free to look away. And while I stayed quiet, Veronica Steele, the grieving family friend, the woman who wielded her sorrow like a blade, quietly took everything that should have been mine. Not his heart. No. Something worse. His presence. His attention. Every late-night conversation, every cancelled dinner, every moment he chose to be somewhere I wasn't. I learned the cost of that choice on the kitchen floor of our apartment, my body folding in on itself, my appendix rupturing as I whispered his name into a voicemail he wouldn't hear until it was too late. Adrian. Please. I need you. He was with her. Of course he was with her. I survived the surgery. But lying in that hospital bed, staring at the empty chair beside me, I finally understood something I should have known all along: There was no reason left to stay. So I stopped waiting. And only then, only when the door had already closed, did Adrian finally see the truth. But seeing and losing never happen in the right order. "Unfaithful Promise" is the story of a man who realized what he had only after he had nothing left to hold, and a woman who finally decided she would never again be someone's second choice. Some people don't recognize love until they're standing in the ruins of it.

An incredibly shy librarian who finds it almost impossible to talk with people unless it's about books. A dominant who comes into the library is captivated by the shy woman behind the circulation desk. The minute she says Yes, Sir to him, he knows she's his. He just needs to convince her of that.

We were friends with benefits. Reed would stop by every time he was in Anchorage, and that was the extent of things, although I started to want more. Then he ended our arrangement, and I suspected there was another woman, but it wasn't until I overheard a conversation that I understood completely. He thought I was calling and texting because I couldn't take no for an answer. That wasn't my problem at all. Two blue lines were.

This story has been removed from Wattpad. An edited and revised version is now available on Kindle. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H3WK79XZ Thank you! Blurb: Melody and Micah Whitley have built a life together in the small town of Valley Falls. They fell in love in college, where Micah was a star baseball pitcher-until a shoulder injury ended his dreams of the major leagues. Melody is used to standing beside the people she loves, adjusting when plans change. She and her sister grew up in foster care, and when Dana passed away, Melody stepped into motherhood when they adopted her niece, Daisy. When Micah agrees to help his childhood friend's sister, Audra, and her young son, Ben, he sees it as an opportunity to pay back an old debt. Micah invests deeply in Ben's life, but as his attention shifts, Melody and Daisy are pushed aside, and the marriage begins to strain under the weight of unspoken grief, unmet needs, and blurred boundaries. Note: There are mentions of infertility, adoption, foster care, grief, addiction/self-harm and death of a non-main character. There is no physical cheating, but there is some OW drama and emotional betrayal/infidelity. Christian and faith themes woven throughout.

Copyright © 2025 by Bookish Dae After single mom Sophia overhears the love of her life, Grey, call their life "exhausting," her world shatters. She walks away, forcing the tattooed, man who adored her and her son to embark on a relentless journey fighting for a second chance to become the husband and father they deserve.

I used to think we were the definition of couple goals. You know-the annoying kind that finish each other's sentences, post mushy anniversary captions, and make single people gag. Yeah, that was us. My husband, the love of my life. My partner. My soulmate. My... lying, cheating bastard. I walked in one night, still humming the song he sent me that morning, and found him busy. And by busy, I mean balls-deep in someone who clearly didn't know her right foundation shade. I broke. Cried till I couldn't breathe. Because that was my man, my home, my whole damn world falling apart on our Egyptian cotton sheets. But then I wiped my tears, looked at him-pathetic, naked, stammering-and realized something beautiful: heartbreak makes you dangerous. He begged. Oh, he sobbed. Promised me the world, said it meant nothing, said I was everything. So I smiled and said, prove it. And he did. Bought me cars, jewelry, houses-signed every last property in my name. My name, not ours. I let him grovel, let him believe forgiveness was for sale, and every time he kissed my feet, I made him dig his grave a little deeper. Love made me soft. Betrayal made me rich. And when I finally walked out, I didn't even slam the door. I just left him there-kneeling in the ruins of everything he thought he owned.

Alexander didn't cheat. He just gave someone else his attention, his laughter, and the smiles that used to belong to his wife. And she watched him drift, not to another woman's bed, but to her presence. Her laugh. The way she made him feel seen in a room full of people. Everything he found in someone else - Zara had been giving him all along. Eight years of marriage. One little boy who loved them both. And Zara standing in the middle of it all - wondering when she became the woman he stopped choosing. She warned him. Three times. The first - he dismissed her. The second - he called her jealous. The third - he called her insecure. So she stopped warning him altogether. And stopped waiting. Love wasn't enough... and now it might be too late.