Novels by Anney GW

In my first life, today was the day everything began to unravel. My husband Zach and Sienna were in his office, saying how he never wanted to marry me. How he only needed a baby to get bone marrow from. I was only a baby incubator for him. And that was the start of the end. This time, awakens in the past, armed with the awful truth of every betrayal, I won’t stand outside the door. I won’t listen at all. This time I call the shots. This time I turn the tables and turn their lives upside down. And I can’t wait. ‘Stupid enough to get pregnant’ We’ll see who’s stupid now.

My peace shattered when my daughter found a used condom in our family car. I knew my husband, Derek, never loved me, but I never thought he was the kind of man to leave the disgusting evidence of his betrayal for his daughter to find. I thought this was the worst part, but life was always harsher than you could imagine. When I followed an anonymous text to Derek’s office, I saw him, my husband, kissing a woman in front of the windows. It was Savannah—my sister, Derek’s first love, who had died seven years ago.

Aurora’s family was on the verge of bankruptcy. Forced by circumstances, she entered a secret shotgun marriage with Leon Kingsley, a friend from her childhood with whom she has slowly drifted apart. Leon proposed to give Aurora a comfortable lifestyle if she would marry him to get his family off his back, manage his family obligations and ward off the advances of his admirers. Aurora agreed to a three-year fake marriage with him, wherein they maintain the illusion of a joyful couple in front of their family, friends and relatives, but everything goes haywire when Aurora’s rumored crush, Owen, along with Claire, the woman who holds a special place in Leon’s heart, return from overseas, sending ripples in the fake pair’s relationship, leading them to abandon all pretense of affection, reducing their marriage to a hollow performance. Aurora signed. “Leon, let’s get a divorce. It's time for us to find our own happiness.” Leon growled. “Not a chance! I’m not letting you go!”

Over the years, Julia had grown accustomed to being her husband Andrew’s substitute wife. Every time he looked at her face, she knew he was really seeing his late first love. But after so many years, her stepsister Charlotte returned to the country and shamelessly tried to take her place. Charlotte cozied up to her husband and won over her son. When her son said he’d rather live with Auntie Charlotte than with his own mother, Julia felt utterly heartbroken. She resolved to get a divorce and never be a substitute wife.

I spent years being the perfect wife—patient, loyal, invisible. I built a home, raised a child, and loved a man who slowly stopped choosing me. When betrayal became routine and silence was expected, I realized my sacrifice meant nothing to them. Walking away wasn’t an act of revenge. It was survival. This is the story of a woman who gave everything to her family—until she finally chose herself

On the suit jacket her husband had just taken off, Hannah noticed a lipstick stain,one that definitely wasn’t hers. Yet at that very moment, her husband was clasping around her neck a one-of-a-kind gemstone necklace in celebration of their 7th wedding anniversary. Later, when she found a single strand of golden hair that didn't belong to her too, a seed of doubt quietly took root in her heart. Still, her husband's tenderness, his unwavering attention and love, made her question her own suspicions. Could she really be imagining things? Until she saw the photo on the phone— Her husband, in bed with another woman. He really had betrayed her! And that woman… was the friend she had trusted most.

On my son Theo’s birthday, my husband Dashiell brought home his first love, Sabrina. My son was forgotten, I was ignored, and my mother-in-law treated me like a servant. Dashiell, instead of comforting me, declared that because Sabrina was dying of cancer, he would fake a divorce and marry her to fulfill her dying wish. I could no longer endure it—I decided to turn the “fake divorce” into a real one. Dashiell thought he had everything under control, but he underestimated me…

My husband Bill and his beautiful assistant Doris are laughing and eating like they're on a first date. But the joke is on me... I'm here, Bill's wife, watching them from across the room, tending to my flat belly where a little life is now living. Of course, Bill doesn’t know about the baby yet. The news is still fresh in my mind, barely a few hours old. It is supposed to be a family dinner gathering, but I'm never the welcome one but an outsider. Watching Bill take the steak cut and handed over by Doris, his young age best friend who knows him the best, I guess I'm spoiling their fun by telling them now that I'm having a baby. Three years of marriage, and his frequent absences from the family left me feeling overwhelmed and alone. I've even forgotten the reason we got married. Maybe it was a mistake to begin with. Finally, I made a decision. Divorce. But a man came along and shifted things dramatically. And it didn't occur to me that this man was still deeply connected to bill's family. He was Bill's uncle.

Five years ago, policemen beat down the doors of our house and arrested my father for financial fraud. Just as I was about to despair, my friend’s father proposed that I marry his son—Mason. In my grief over daddy’s imprisonment, and unexpected happiness of marrying my childhood love, I was blinded. I vowed to myself that I would be the best wife I could be. But my husband would never love me the way he loved Jade—my best friend who died eight years ago. I pretended everything was fine and kept being a good wife for all these years. However, when I found Jade’s ring in Mason’s pocket and saw her face, alive and beautiful, appear in the live stream, the illusion—my game of house—was shattered.

I slaved away for my husband and son. But what did I get in return? Cold shoulders, cutting words, and distance. Then one day, my husband suggested a “fake divorce” so my stepsister could adopt a child. Fine. Fake divorce it is. Except… if it’s just fake, why are the two of them heating up the sheets behind my back? Then, Fake divorce just turned real. My ex-husband thought I’d beg to come back. My stepsister thought I’d envy her for stealing my husband and son. They both thought I’d shatter. Wrong. I’ve got my career, my revenge, and oh—did I mention? I’m dating a drop-dead gorgeous man who actually knows my worth. And suddenly, life tasted sweeter than I ever imagined.

One day before my wedding, my fiancé, Tristan, declared, “you can no longer be my bride." The reason? My sister, Victoria, had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Her dying wish was for me to give up my place as the bride, so she could marry my fiancé instead. And Tristan agreed without hesitation. He even turning on me, "How can you be so heartless? She's your own sister!" The mocking smiles from my sister and the righteous anger from my fiancé left me broken. Little did I know, I would turn to the man I never anticipated—Rowan, my fiancé's uncle. He was the true power behind the family. Rumored to be ruthless, politically powerful, and never interested in women. However, I had never expected that he would took me in his arms tightly."Don't leave me."

One year ago, my sister pushed me down the stairs and killed my unborn baby. However, instead of mourning his own child, my husband chose to bring the murderer into our home. With her crocodile tears and fake kindness, she successfully moved in and bit by bit pushed me out of existence. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, she got pregnant. And that man — the same man who stood coldly by when I suffered the miscarriage — promised my sister he would raise her baby like his own.

“The most important clause in our marriage contract is that we are not to have children,” my husband stared at me closely, fire burning in his eyes. “This is supposed to be a five-year contract, five year and that’s it,” he continued, “I thought we agreed on that. No children to tie us down, then we part ways.” “I know that, and I completely agree!” Then he took every single condom out of the nightstand. He inspected them carefully, tossing each one aggressively on the bed as he did so. They were all the same. Full of tiny holes. “Then how do you explain that?” he snarled, his voice dripping with accusation.

"Three years into our marriage, during which we couldn't conceive a child, my relationship with my husband, Wilhelm, has gone down the drain. However, when I finally had a child, I was hesitant to share the news with him, since he had been treating me less and less like his wife." *Kathryn Reinhardts was married to Wilhelm Reinhardts, one of the wealthiest businessmen in the country. She had become a housewife, enduring the cold violence from her husband and mother-in-law for three long years. After witnessing her husband's infidelity with his college friend, she made the difficult decision to leave him. Eight months later, she gave birth to a pair of twins, but the nurse delivered heartbreaking news: her baby son hadn't survived. Five years later, Kathryn completed her education and returned to her home country with her little daughter. On her first day back, a young boy hugged her leg and called her "Mommy." "Mommy, I finally found you!!" he exclaimed. Kathryn was taken aback—the boy had the same eye color as her. What's more, he was the only son of her ex-husband. The unexpected reunion opened a new chapter in Kathryn's life.

My husband brought his pregnant ex into our home, claiming the baby isn’t his, that he’s just helping her out. But that woman? She’s running the show, making it clear she wants to tear us apart. My husband always defends her, even though he swears he loves me. She told me I was just her replacement and and my husband’s actions proved it. Everything seemed perfect... until she uncovered my BIG secret. She pushed my husband to find out the truth: that I only came close to him for my first love...