Plot Twists 단편 소설 & Male POV Marriage 소설

On the day of his fifth wedding anniversary with Hazel Fresco, Jack Brook was the only one dining in the restaurant. He was about to get up and leave when a waiter, Kai Wallace, walked in carrying his favorite dessert. He was puzzled. “Didn’t you say this was sold out?” Kai panicked. “I’m sorry, Mr. Brook. This is for the room next door. I saw the reservation was under Mrs. Brook’s name, so I figured you two had booked the same room. My mistake.” Jack was stunned. “Wait, so you’re telling me the people in the room next door are with my wife?” That was impossible. Hazel had just texted him, saying that she was still on a business trip abroad and would not be back until the next day. To make it up to him, she had even sent him an anniversary gift in advance. He knew she loved him. There was no way she would lie to him. Kai realized he had misspoken and hurriedly turned to leave. Jack instinctively followed him to the room next door. The second he walked in, he saw a room packed with people he knew all too well. Besides a handful of Hazel’s childhood friends, his best friend from high school, Alex Clare, was there too. After Hazel stood him up, Jack had called Alex right away. At the time, Alex had told him he had a patient that night and would be occupied. Even so, there he was. Just as Jack was almost convinced it was a surprise Hazel had set up for him, he spotted her sitting at the head of the table.

On our wedding anniversary, my wife, Maeve Anderson, took out a scratch lottery ticket. “We’ve won two and a half million dollars!” Before I could exclaim with joy, she added, “Ethan wants to study overseas. I’ll use this money to pay for his school fees.” The mortgage repayment letter fell from my hand. I was stunned. “But we’re late on our mortgage repayment, and my mother needs five hundred thousand dollars for her surgery. “If you give all the money to him, what will happen to our house and my mother’s illness?” She frowned. “We can still delay the mortgage for a little, and we can borrow some money for your mother’s surgery. “Ethan’s been depressed after I divorced him. He’s finally gotten back on his feet, and I must support him.” I fell silent. Five years after we got married, she still talked about her ex-husband, Ethan Reid, all the time. She would go to any lengths to fulfil his wishes, yet she ignored me. When she won the lottery, the first person she thought of was Ethan. I took a deep breath and nodded. “Give the money to him as you wish. “But I no longer want to take care of your ex-husband with you.”

On the day Susie Smith and I are supposed to get married, her childhood sweetheart crashes the wedding. He says he is struggling with severe depression, and his only regret is never having gone through a wedding ceremony with someone. Susie immediately pulls her hand away from mine and announces that she'll go through the ceremony with him. She explains, "Mason, he's ill. Get off the stage and take a ten-minute break. I'll go through the ceremony with him." All 300 guests fall silent, and my parents are trembling with anger. With everyone looking at me like I'm a laughingstock, I calmly remove my groom's boutonniere and pin it onto her childhood sweetheart myself. I say, "Since you two are so deeply in love, I give you my blessing. May you have a happy married life together." Little does Susie know that I have been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The underprivileged student I've been sponsoring suddenly shows up at my birthday party, swaggering in and waving around a pregnancy report. "Look—Pheebs is pregnant with my baby! You'd better be smart and divorce her already!" I point at the report, stunned and confused. "Are you sure it's Phoebe who's pregnant with your child?" Victor Thompson, my beneficiary, smirks proudly as he fiddles with the pregnancy report. "Duh! We conceived the baby last month on our cruise trip!" The entire room falls into a stunned silence. My ex-wife, Phoebe Jackman, has been dead for three years.

On the day of our wedding, all the guests take their seats, and the photographers and lighting crew are ready to go. The emcee announces, "Please welcome the bride, Lana Bowen!" Even though he has repeated himself three times, Lana is still nowhere to be seen. I call Lana, and she only picks up on my fifth try. I can hear the noisy bustle of a mall in the background. "Mark, Nick says he wants to be your groomsman. He's picking out a suit right now. Give me an hour. Once Nick gets changed and gets his hair done, we'll head over." My palms are getting clammy as I softly say, "Lana, this is our wedding day, not some casual get-together." She clicks her tongue. "Mark Waters, it's not like I said I wasn't going. Nick's going to be your groomsman. I can't exactly have him showing up in a T-shirt and shorts, can I?" My good friend Robert Decker is so mad that he's ready to give her a piece of his mind, but she hangs up the moment Nicholas Sampson calls her name. The emcee comes over and asks if we should postpone the ceremony. I turn to my parents, who are waiting expectantly, then to my future in-laws, who have looks of disdain on their faces. "Start on schedule, but change the bride's name." I tap Robert on the shoulder. "Get your sister to help me out and go through the wedding with me instead."

Seven years into my marriage, my wife’s assistant Jonah Johnson showed off a multi-million dollar racecar on his social media. The caption was, “I love my job, but I love my boss even more!” As soon as I liked his post, I was blocked from it. My wife immediately called to yell at me. “Jonah just signed a huge contract, so I gave him a little reward. Did you have to scold him on social media over something like that? Don’t push your limits just because I’m kind to you!” I heard Jonah blaming himself and my wife Nia comforting him on the other side of the phone. Before I could say anything else, she hung up on me and blocked my number. The next instant, Jonah posted a screenshot of a million-dollar transfer. I knew that was Nia’s way of consoling and compensating him. This time, however, I did not care anymore.

My CEO wife, Emily Stewart, loved using her money to humiliate her ex-boyfriend, Ivan Perkins. On the day her company was listed, Emily made a rare public move by openly announcing our relationship and even getting Ivan to toast me. She even rewarded me with 10% of the company's shares. Ivan could not stand to be humiliated. He said unhappily before leaving, "Why must you do this to me, Emily? You know I want you, not your fame and fortune." When Emily went after him and brought him back, she gave Ivan my company shares and my position at work, saying she could not go back on her promise. When I asked her for a mere $5 to get some painkillers, she would suspect me of being a gold-digger who only wanted her money. Thus, I did not make a fuss and gave Ivan everything I had. Emily was happy about it. "I knew you were different. You never wanted me for my money. “Don't worry! Once I have my fun with him, I'll give you a grand wedding." She had no idea that I was tired of watching her play games with Ivan, and I no longer wanted to be a part of it.

I was a guide dog. On the day my owner got engaged, his fiancée gave him an AI pet translator collar. Once I put it on, I barked toward the kitchen, and the collar immediately translated: "The short-rib soup is too hot. I want to wait until it cools down before eating." My blind owner touched the scalding dog bowl and was deeply moved by his fiancée’s thoughtfulness. From then on, the collar became the bridge between my owner and me. Until one day, my owner was home alone. Thick smoke drifted from outside the mansion, and I barked desperately. However, the collar translated my barking as: "This blind man is so annoying. How could he ever be worthy of marrying mummy? I want to tear his throat out." My owner panicked, stumbled backward, and fell down the stairs, dying on the spot. His fiancée returned and beat me to death, claiming that I was a vicious dog that had attacked its owner. She not only inherited my owner’s enormous fortune but also married his best friend soon afterward. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my owner’s fiancée tried to put the collar around my neck. This time, I sank my teeth straight into her thigh.

After Helena Ashbourne cheated on me with her male assistant again, my mind came apart. At the lowest point of it, I picked up the fruit knife on the table and meant to end things myself. "Why are you hurting yourself again? Doesn't she like you anymore?" I looked up, and sixteen-year-old Helena was walking toward me with pain all over her face. She spoke gently. "Tell me who she is. I'll make her pay for you." I looked into the bright eyes of the girl in front of me. I didn't say anything. Quietly, I pointed at her face. Later, Helena put me in a psychiatric hospital herself. In the gaps between doses of sedative, the girl sat down beside my bed again. She stared out at the woman with a face so much like her own, and the light in her eyes went out inch by inch. Then she forced the words out, and every one of them came with blood. "I don't care who she is. I'm going to kill her." Sixteen-year-old Helena never lied to me. She meant every word.

On my third wedding anniversary, I head home early, only to catch Simone Jamison in bed with another man for the tenth time. However, instead of losing my temper, I calmly close the door for them. Sometime later, Simone throws the divorce papers at me. "Apart from giving me a daughter, you've done nothing for my family and me. What's the point of keeping you around? Mark wants to start a family with me, so sign the papers." I take in her indifferent expression and respond impassively, "Sure, but I want custody of our daughter. I don't need any money." I do everything in my power to take our daughter, Ally Jamison, with me, walking away without a cent of the Jamison family's money. Everyone says I've lost my mind. They can't believe I didn't try to get a piece of the Jamison fortune. Even Simone questions me derisively, "You're just a fertility specialist. How are you going to afford to give her the best things in life?" Unbeknownst to everyone, Simone suffers from a major reproductive disorder—she has reduced egg viability. Apart from me, who happens to be blessed with a unique genetic trait in my sperm, no other man can get her pregnant. Ally will forever be the only heir to the Jamison family's wealth.

I made fifty thousand a month, yet there I was at the hospital pharmacy counter, red-faced, because my card got declined. I quickly texted my wife. "Hurry up and transfer three hundred to me. I can't cover my preion, and I'm standing here at the register!" … A moment later, she replied with a link to a form. "Don't forget to submit an allowance advance request, honey!" In that instant, I suddenly realized that this was it for us. Then, I put the receipt down, walked out of the hospital, and drove straight to the law firm. "I want a divorce."

On New Year's Eve, the smell of a roast in the oven drifted through the house. My grandmother walked over to me, with an old photograph in her hand, the edges worn soft with age. "Is Zack almost home?" My throat tightened. It had been three years. She could never remember that my younger brother was long gone. I was the one who picked up his ashes. At that moment, my phone rang. The moment I saw the name on the screen, the blood in my veins seemed to freeze. I stepped out onto the balcony before answering, keeping my voice low. "What is it?" The voice on the other end of the line trembled. "It's been three years. Are you still angry? I've been waiting for you to come home. Our son has, too. We're downstairs." Downstairs? I walked over and looked down to see a tall figure and a small one standing together. Through my phone, my son's voice came with a catch in his throat, saying, "Daddy…" My thoughts snapped back into place. I said flatly, "We've been divorced for a long time. He said he didn't want to stay with me." Then, I hung up without another word.

After my wife, Simone Inman, gets into a car accident, I examine her as her doctor and discover that she has a malignant brain tumor. Afraid that she will be devastated, I plan to tell her later. So, I hide the medical report in my bag. But when she happens to see it, she mistakenly thinks it is my diagnosis instead. One day, when I arrive at her office, I overhear her talking to her best friend, Mindy Fox. She says, "My husband has no talent, no looks, only money. And now, he even has a tumor in his brain… If Shawn hadn't gone abroad back then, I would never have married him. I'm so unlucky! But good thing I never agreed to have children with him. Once he dies, all his money will be mine." Later on, she claims she has amnesia after the car accident and cannot remember who I am. She even treats her male secretary, Shawn Erskine, as her husband and blatantly brings him into our home. I smile scathingly and say, "Let's get a divorce, Simone."

The day my entire family attended my girlfriend's wedding to my stepbrother, I laid in the bathtub and contemplated ending my life there and then. Just as the cold blade touched my wrist, my phone suddenly began ringing nonstop. It was a scheduled call my late mother had left for me. "Happy birthday, Casper!" After a moment of silence, I climbed out of the bathtub, got dressed, and secretly left the country. In the five years I was gone, I changed my name and phone number to cut off all ties with my home country. Everyone thought I was dead. They believed I had died on the day my girlfriend married my stepbrother. For five whole years, fresh red roses had been laid at my grave every single day. Five years later, I returned home to visit my mother's grave. At the floral boutique outside the cemetery, I happened to run into my ex-girlfriend, who had come to buy red roses. After a moment of shock and awkwardness, we finally greeted each other. "It's been a long time." I smiled at her politely. She stared at me without looking away. The red roses in her hand pricked her fingers until they bled. Just as we were about to part, she suddenly asked, "Why didn't you come looking for me in the past five years?" I smiled but didn't answer. After all, we weren't a couple anymore. She had married my father's illegitimate son, and I had a three-year-old child of my own. There was no going back.

After my wife, Talia Rosenthal, becomes pregnant with her mentor's son, Lucas Hawthorne's, child, she asks me for a divorce. "We can get married after the baby's born. It's just for show, so don't read too much into it." To make matters worse, our daughter, Joyce Rosenthal, takes her side. "We need to repay those who help us. Besides, that's my mom's child too. Stop making things difficult for Mom, Dad." Instead of causing a scene like everyone expects, I nod quietly, swiftly finalize the divorce, and marry Sonya Silverstein, the woman who once saved my life. In my previous life, because I adamantly refuse to get a divorce, Talia and Joyce abandon me and leave for a distant land. I become a total laughingstock and hit rock bottom. Now that I've been given a second chance at life, I calmly go through with the divorce and vanish from their lives. … Six years later, at an exclusive luxury cruise party, Talia and Joyce push through the crowd on the dance floor, grab me by the wrist, and demand, "Didn't I tell you it was just for show? Where the hell have you been all these years?" I'm caught off guard. The very next second, my mischievous son, Jeremy Jensington, runs straight into my arms. "Daddy, who are you talking to? Mommy's looking for you!"

My fiancee, Winona Ziegler, moves her childhood sweetheart, Caeden Gardner, who has just come back from abroad, into our future marital home. When ordering takeout, I add an eight-dollar omelette and a five-dollar caramelized onion soup to the order, but Winona deletes them all in disgust. "Caeden can't stand the smell of onions. Do you want to make him throw up? Can't you just have some plain water?" Moments later, she orders a seafood feast worth a thousand dollars for him, complete with king crabs and a premium seafood boil. Holding a glass of plain water, I watch her fuss over Caeden with endless concern. Then, my phone vibrates. My bank account has just been charged 1,000 dollars. She uses my money to spoil her childhood sweetheart, yet refuses to even buy me an omelette that costs eight dollars. Five years of love completely fall apart in that moment. This time, I don't argue or beg like I used to. I simply pick up my phone and press "Freeze Authorized User Card".

On the day of the World Racing Championship, my race car spins out of control and plunges off a cliff. I use every ounce of my strength to call my wife, Giselle Stewart, for help, but she chooses to ignore me. All I hear through my headset is her icy voice. "I told you that you'd regret this, Craig Dorsey." She then turns her back to me, walking away to celebrate her "nephew", Dennis Turner, who wins the championship in the end. Meanwhile, I plummet down the cliff, shatter my spine, and am left paralyzed from the waist down. I'm then reduced to a wretched existence in a wheelchair. Six years later, Giselle finds me just as debt collectors are pinning me to the ground and beating me into a pulp. Her eyes well up with tears. "I spent six years searching for you everywhere! Why didn't you come home if you were alive?" I don't answer her. The truth is that every last bit of love I had for her vanishes completely on that day.

I'm born different, with two hearts inside my body. This is the only thing about me that makes my parents happy, because my brother, Tristan Foster, has congenital heart disease. They bring me into this world only so he can keep living. Then I meet Cindy Green and marry her. She pulls me out of the desperate need to chase my family's love. I think she's going to be different from my parents. But when Tristan's condition flares up, she becomes obsessed with wanting me to donate one of my hearts to him. What she doesn't know is that I only have one heart left. The other one is already beating inside her.

I was in the middle of an office meeting when I got a call from the ER at City General Hospital. “Are you Casey Caldwell’s family? She’s been admitted. You need to get here right away. Once at the hospital, Casey squeezed an awkward smile at me. “It’s nothing, really. The doctor says it’s acute gastritis. I’ll be fine once the IV is done.” The nurse tending to her couldn’t bite her tongue. With a disapproving look, she shoved the bill into my hands. “What kind of son are you, making your old mother work as a dishwasher in a diner? “The owner said she’s been skipping lunch just so she can hurry home and make dinner for your family. “No stomach can handle that kind of abuse day after day.” “You’ve been working?” My gaze fell on Casey’s raw and calloused hands. My voice trembled. “Mom, didn’t Melody give you a store gift card with a $20k balance? Why on earth would you work at the diner?” Casey nervously fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a card. “Maybe I’m too old to figure these things out. The cashier told me the card was no good when I tried to use it at the grocery store. “So I paid out of my own pocket. Eventually, I ran out of money I’d saved. I didn’t want to ask you for more because I didn’t want you and Melody to fight over money. “I thought I could pick up a few shifts at the diner next door. At least that way, I’d have enough money to buy groceries…” I took the so-called gift card, my mind going blank. This was no gift card. It was a souvenir card from some trendy escape room!

My mother and I pushed ourselves, slaving away to pay for my girlfriend’s debt. The work was too hard on her, and she was soon diagnosed with lung cancer. By the time I arrived at the hospital with money for her treatment, my mother had taken her own life and left behind a note. “I can’t go on, Gab. The money is best put toward settling the debts. Noelle is a good kid. She loves you. She’s just lost her way. That’s all. You two should settle down once the debts are cleared.” I held my mother’s ashes and gave Noelle the thirty thousand dollars she had left behind. Back in the office, I overheard Noelle talking to several creditors. “Ms. Strom, Mr. Lamb has passed your test. What’s next on the agenda for him?” Noelle’s childhood friend, Charles, jumped into the conversation. “Gabriel has proven that he’s willing to be there for you through thick and thin, but will he stick around in wealth? Noelle pursed her lips. “I need to know if he genuinely loves me. If he isn’t blinded by greed when learning about who I am, I’ll marry him.” I stared at my mother’s ashes, tears rolling down my face. “Noelle, my mother was wrong about you, and so was I. I don’t want to marry you anymore.” I thought to myself.