Novels by FMN

Jay:I dressed up in haste, fingers fumbling with the buttons of my crisp white shirt as the first hints of Paris dawn filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of our suite. My heart raced with a fear I couldn’t outrun. Jewel lay sleeping peacefully in the king-sized bed, her dark hair fanned across the silk pillows, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. I couldn’t wake her, can't even tell her what's going on.Walking out quietly, I took the private elevator down to the marble lobby, where the night concierge nodded politely. I got inside my car, my chest tightening with every passing block as we sped toward the American Hospital of Paris in Neuilly-sur-Seine.Was Betty pregnant before she left the mansion that fateful night? I thought, the question tormented me as I drove through the elegant Haussmann boulevards lined with chestnut trees. I didn’t even know what to think anymore. I just hope that the one-night mistake wasn’t the cause of her pregnancy. That would be

Jay: I’m happy Betty finally said we should get a divorce. I've always wanted to hear it from her after a long time. I walk inside my room, loosening my tie. The contract says she had to be the one to file for it. That was one of the conditions her father insisted on before signing that deal with my stepfather. Back then, it felt like a trap I willingly walked into. Now it feels like freedom handed to me on a silver platter. Even though I'm excited, the truth is I never treated Betty right. Not even once. I exhale slowly, running a hand through my hair as I walk further into the room. My eyes drift absentmindedly across the space, but my mind isn’t here. It’s stuck somewhere between the past and the present, tangled in memories I don’t want to fully face. Betty didn’t deserve to be treated wrongly. She was kind to me actually. Betty is the kind of woman who would wake up early just to make sure everything in the house ran smoothly, who would wait for me even when I came ho

He could’ve just pretended as if he wasn't happy. That was the part that hurt the most. Not the affair—not even the fact that it was her. Not the humiliation, not the quiet nights spent alone in a marriage that felt emptier with each passing day. He could’ve at least pretended not to be happy. How dare he? I pulled down his hand slowly and he smiled. "Sorry, I was carried by the good news." he said, still smiling like a fool. He knew how much I love him. He wasn’t blind to it, I had never hidden it. I wore it in everything I did, in the way I spoke to him, in the way I stayed even when every part of me screamed to leave. So how could he do this? How could he stand there, smiling like this was the best thing that has ever happened to him? How could he look so relieved? I loved him. And he was happy that I wanted a divorce. The irony of it almost made me laugh. Then again, what did I expect? I shouldn’t forget. He was in love with his best friend. He didn’t lov

“Let’s get a divorce,” I said. For a moment, he didn’t react. Then he chuckled as if I had just told a joke. He wasn't sure I understood myself. “Because you found out Jewel is back, you want to threaten me with a divorce?” he asked, his tone laced with mockery, his lips curling into that familiar smirk that had once made my heart flutter. Now it just made something inside me go cold. I smile at him calmly. He really thinks this lowly of me? If I had wanted to threaten him from the beginning, he wouldn’t have dared to celebrate his birthday with another woman. He wouldn’t have been bold enough to parade his love for someone else right in front of me, like I was invisible or like I was nothing. “I have many ways to threaten you,” I said, my voice too controlled for the storm raging inside me. “But actually, I don’t want to be the villain in my own story.” My fingers curled slightly at my sides, nails pressing into my palm as I held myself together. “I’m done being in

My gaze landed on the pink bracelet wrapped around her wrist. The same one from the picture. And just like that, everything made sense to me. Jewel is the one woman Jayson has always loved.The one I could never replace. The one who existed in his life long before I ever did. I thought he had moved on. I thought he had forgotten her. I was so stupid. She walked past me, didn’t even glance in my direction. My chest tightened painfully as I watched her until she's out of my sight. “Betty, you’re here?”The voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned slowly, my jaw dropped in shock. His parents are here too. The popular Thalia Williams and Franklin Blackwood. Thalia owns the hotel but Franklin beside her means she's not here for work. Because Thalia and Franklin are not married to each other anymore, they both have their partners and you'll barely see Franklin beside her. "We're here to celebrate Jay's birthday with his one true love." she say confidently to me,

Betty: One day, I found out my husband, Jayson Blackwood, was having an affair. It wasn’t shocking in the way betrayal is supposed to be. Jayson had never treated me right, not once in the entire year we’d been married. Ours wasn’t a love story that led to marriage. It was a contract marriage. A carefully negotiated alliance between two powerful families, signed with vows neither of us truly meant. Still knowing and seeing are two different things. I have always known there was a part of him I could never reach. A part that didn’t belong to me. A part that was never mine to begin with. But reading that message on his phone made it real in a way I couldn’t ignore anymore. It wasn’t just emotional distance or cold indifference. It was betrayal. And somehow, it hurt more than I ever imagined it would. Today is his birthday. And today I will finally see her. The woman who has what I never could. The woman who made his heart beat. I spent the entire day making preparatio