Plot Twists Romance Short Stories & Bias Regret Novels

After a car accident leaves my girlfriend, Avery Moore, with brain damage and the mind of a young child, she becomes prone to violent outbursts and destructive behavior. My younger sister, Delilah Barnes, and I care for Avery around the clock. To pay for her treatment, Delilah drops out of school and works three jobs, exhausted to the point she can fall asleep standing up. One day, while trying to stop Avery from wandering into deep water, Delilah, who can't swim, accidentally falls into a fast-moving current. Avery, with her childlike mind, simply turns and walks away, never noticing Delilah being swallowed by the river. I believe it's nothing more than a tragic accident. Until the day of Delilah's funeral, I overhear Avery on the phone. "He passed the test. Even though he came with that burden of a sister, he's been genuinely devoted to me. Now that his sister is dead, he'll have no one else. For the rest of his life, he'll depend on me and devote himself wholeheartedly to being my husband." It turns out Avery has been faking her mental decline to test my love for her. At that moment, my heart shatters beneath her feet. Avery Moore, I've passed your test. But now, I don't want you anymore.

Caspian Henderson has been rigid and restrained throughout his six-year marriage to Juliet Bennett, and their life together feels dull and uneventful. Even their nights together feel like a chore with a set time. He arrives on the dot, does what he came for, and leaves. Everyone in their social circle believes he's the kind of man who will never bend for any woman. That was true until a month ago, when he returned with an orphaned girl who claims to have saved his life. Her name is Willow Everly. She's cold and unapproachable—the polar opposite of Juliet, who has been doted on all her life. Juliet's girlfriends attempt to warn her. "That young woman looks like a handful. You'd better keep an eye on your husband." Juliet beams. "Don't worry. Caspian doesn't even waver when I tease him. There's no way he'd be interested in that delicate little thing." Yet in just a few days, she finds out just how wrong she is.

When my ex-boyfriend Harry Thorne went bankrupt, his family forced him into an arranged marriage to save their sinking business. I handed him an abortion record and vanished without a trace. Five years later, we crossed paths again. He tossed a stack of a hundred grand in front of me, telling me to get into his bed on my own accord. I complied. In the heat of his breathless, passionate kisses, I fell under the fleeting illusion that he still loved me. That was till his fingers brushed against the scar on my lower abdomen, and he shoved me to the floor in a fit of rage. “You left me for money, and now you come back wagging your tail, groveling for the exact same thing? How shameless can you be? “You got rid of our child, after I begged you not to. How much did some other bastard pay you to bear his kid? Since you love selling yourself so damn much, I’ll satisfy you. I’ll make sure you sell every last piece of yourself!” Before leaving, he insisted on taking back the hundred grand. I crawled across the cold floor, clutching his pant leg, begging him to stay. He had no idea that the child I gave birth to was his own son, and the money was my last hope to keep our boy alive.

My best friend, Adeline Miller, and I marry into the Caldwell family together. Coincidentally, we become pregnant at the same time. I'm married to Rowan Caldwell, the older brother who's a famous psychiatrist. As for Adeline, she's married to Elliot Caldwell, the younger brother who's an extremely skilled doctor. Rowan gives me a ride to the hospital, hoping to accompany me to my prenatal check-up due to the discomfort I've been feeling throughout my pregnancy. But on the way there, he abandons me by the road and leaves me there because of a phone call from his first love, Veronica Whitmore. As I sob, I beg him, "Please, Rowan, I'm begging you! It's raining heavily right now! Can you please drive me to the hospital first?" Rowan shakes my hand off impatiently. "Veronica has slit her wrist! This means she might die! Can you be more understanding toward her situation, Emilia? I'm going to tend to her injury right now! You can go to the hospital on your own!" It's raining cats and dogs out in the world. Yet, Rowan doesn't hesitate to ditch me on the highway. Left without a choice, I can only call Adeline and ask her to drive over to pick me up. Unexpectedly, on the way to the hospital, we see a truck barreling toward us. While I'm unconscious, I hear Adeline crying while calling Elliot on the phone, only to get reprimanded by him. "Stop messing around, Adeline! Must you come up with all sorts of lies whenever I'm spending time with Veronica?" It's thanks to a passerby's help that an ambulance is called to the crash site. That's how we get to survive afterward. Alas, we both end up losing our babies. Upon regaining our consciousness, we just smile bitterly at each other. "Are you getting a divorce?" "Yeah."

My parents, the wealthiest couple in the country, were famous philanthropists. I had to ask them for permission if I wanted to spend more than five bucks. The day I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, I asked them for 100 dollars, but instead of helping, they yelled at me for three hours. "What kind of disease could you get at your age? If you're going to ask for money, at least come up with a better excuse." "Do you know that 100 dollars could support children in poverty-stricken areas for a long time? Your sister is more sensible than you." I dragged my sick body for miles, back to the small basement I called home. But as I passed the mall, I saw my parents, live on a huge screen, spending a fortune to rent out Disneyland for my sister. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. A hundred dollars wouldn't even cover one round of chemotherapy. I just wanted to buy a new outfit and leave with some dignity.

I'd been secretly in love with Adrian Shaw for ten years when he finally stumbled into my bed, drunk. The next morning, he told me coldly that he'd do the right thing by me. But not long after the wedding, Adrian left me behind, pregnant, to take charge of the company's overseas operations. He was gone for five years. Once, I took our son abroad to see him. Our boy reached up and brushed Adrian's face with one little hand, but Adrian pushed him away in disgust. "Don't you know his hands are covered in drool? "I'm a germaphobe. You two had better keep your distance." Watching my son stand there, unsure what to do, broke my heart. After that, my son and I were always careful around him, and I kept the house spotless. But Adrian still refused to come home. He never held his son, not even once. I'd almost convinced myself that all germaphobes were like him when I came across a video a reporter had recorded. In the video, Adrian was holding another little boy and carefully wiping grease from the boy's mouth. With his other hand, he held the hand of his first love, Chloe Davis. They were pressed close together, and Chloe leaned in for a kiss. So it was true. He'd spent all five years abroad with her. And his so-called germaphobia only ever applied to my son and me. That was the last straw. I faked our deaths and took my son away.

When my pilot boyfriend canceled our wedding for the 18th time, I finally snapped. The first time, his trainee got her period, and he bailed on me just to take care of her. The second time, she messed up a task, and all he said was, "Jan's upset", before walking out and leaving me to face our wedding guests alone like some kind of joke. We've been together for three years, and every single time she had an issue, he dropped our wedding plans to rush to her side. Finally, it hits me—maybe I never really mattered to him. So I make up my mind to see the world on my own and book a flight to Pavrielle. At least this way, no one will get the chance to leave me behind again.

After Rowan Blackwood and I get into a car accident, we get reborn at the same time. In my previous life, I was one of the candidates who were groomed by the Blackwood family from a young age as the Blackwood brothers' potential wives. It was he who had personally selected me to become his fiancee as well. But Rowan never announced our relationship in front of the outsiders, though he had no problems being all lovey-dovey with me in front of the Blackwoods. That was, until I witnessed him pinning Lyra Whitmore, who used to be a fellow candidate but got freshly widowed by his older brother, against a corner with slightly reddened eyes. "I regret my decision…" In this lifetime, when it's time for the Blackwood brothers to choose their wives, Rowan didn't approach me. "Mom, Dad, I want to be the one who makes his choice first! I want her to become my fiancee!" Young Rowan takes Lyra's hand without even sparing me a glance. That's when I suddenly realize the reason why Rowan never shed a tear, although I suffered from massive bleeding during my labor in my previous lifetime. It turns out that he has never loved me at all. "Well, it seems that you shall be my fiancee, then." As I look at Adrian Blackwood's gentle smile—the very same man who died early in my previous lifetime—I nod in response. This time, I decide to grant Rowan his wish.

On the day I drive home from my business trip, I find out that my husband, Matthew Channing, has occupied my parking slot. His SUV is parked haphazardly between two parking slots, leaving me without any space to park my own car at all. I find it funny that Matthew is such a klutz when it comes to things like this. So, I take a video of the situation and upload it to the Internet. Little do I know that it will go viral shortly afterward. Thinking that everyone will laugh at Matthew with me, I'm surprised when I see the comment section. "Don't tell me you got tricked by your husband for real! It's obvious that he has a mistress at home with him right now! Once you reach home and call him to move his car, he'll know that you're back!" "Lady, leave the car be! What's more important right now is the mistress in your bed!" "Do not call your husband and tell him to move his car no matter what! Right now, you have to go home and catch him in the act!"

My wife doesn't love me. She doesn't love our child either. On the day our son is born, she doesn't even look at him. She just drops him into my arms. Later, her first love returns. For the first time, the cold, distant woman drinks herself drunk at home. She laughs as she holds our son in her arms, and he wraps his arms around her neck in surprise. "Daddy, what's wrong with Ms. Sutton?" he whispers afterward. I kneel and hold him close. My eyes are red as I explain, "Someone Ms. Sutton loves has come back. We shouldn't bother her anymore. It's time for us to move out."

The year I graduated from high school, my dad brought home a woman and a child with a rose on my mom's birthday. When the child offered my mom the rose, my mom gladly accepted it, only to end her life after spending her 39th birthday. … When I got married, I told my husband, Alistair Yates, that a rose was enough to end our marriage if he wanted a divorce. Then, he tried to reassure me that our house would not have anything related to roses. … Five years later, during one of the Yates Group's tender, one of our partners had a rose pinned to her chest. When he saw this, Alistair immediately kicked her out of the company and blacklisted her. That day, I realized that marriage could actually be blissful. Yet, six months after that, I completed my new drug research. The entire corridor was full of roses when I came out of the lab. The person who had been kicked out of the company? She was standing beside Alistair with a bright smile. I looked at him coldly, but he casually said, "Maria prepared all these for you. She's your sister and she wants to make amends with you." It took me two seconds to stare at Alistair before I turned to leave. What sister? I never had one. And from today, I no longer need a husband.

After I found out my fiancée had fallen for another man, I gave her one last chance. She could break off our engagement and go abroad with him for a closed research program, or she could marry me. She chose me. But at our wedding, she heard he was about to marry someone else, and she abandoned me and ran out after him. What she didn't know was that betraying me would come at a price.

Everyone keeps telling me that I've hit the mega jackpot just because I get to marry Anson Granger, the man of every woman's dreams. I'm the only one who knows that I'm just a tool used by Anson just to shut everyone up. To the public, he's a CEO who's devoted to his wife. But in reality, he keeps taking various young starlets home with him every day right in front of me. In fact, Anson falls in love with a strict housekeeper named Winona Judd. After he takes her home, Winona begins setting up house rules for the entire family. Not only does she freeze my bank card and donate my personal belongings, but she also restricts my freedom. Even when my mom is deathly ill, Winona forbids me to leave the estate just so I can go to the hospital. It's then that I break down right in front of her helplessly. "My mom is already dying from her illness! I need to stay by her side! She needs me!" Winona continues wearing a distant yet stern expression. "Mrs. Granger, I've already informed you last week that today is a family day. You're supposed to bond with your family today, so you can't go anywhere at all." Anger and panic overwhelm me in an instant. Left without a choice, I can only ask Anson for help. The smile in his eyes fades away instantly as he tells me coldly, "Kim, I'm the one who personally hired Winnie. You can forget about remaining as my wife if you refuse to listen to her orders." This cold and heartless version of Anson is no longer the same man I've grown up with and spent my entire youth loving. In that case, I might as well relinquish my title as his wife.

Seven years after my death, an engagement invitation from my ex-girlfriend arrives at my house. Back then, I had broken up with her in my lowest, most desperate days and married someone else. Now, she has reinvented herself as a rising powerhouse worth hundreds of billions, driven by revenge and eager to see me regret everything and beg for mercy. Unfortunately for her, I am not the one who shows up. She looks around in open contempt, convinced my absence means guilt, shame, and fear. When I finally appear, all she sees is an urn.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby dedication, I went back on a whim to the house I had bought when Amber and I got married. However, the security guard stopped me at the gate. “This villa is Ms. Sherry’s private property. No outsiders are allowed.” I smiled and said, “I am her husband.” To my surprise, the guard gave me a look of disdain and said, “Mr. Jones is Ms. Sherry’s husband. Who might you be? You should’ve checked before trying to impersonate your way in.” I stood frozen. Cyrus Jones was my living blood donor.

At the very bottom of my husband Raymond Hudson's safe, I dig out an old phone that doesn't even have a passcode. It takes only three seconds to turn on. Yet, those three seconds shatter my seven-year marriage into pieces. The lock screen wallpaper isn't our wedding photo. It's a candid shot of a young woman. She's seated at the piano, and her profile's soft and gentle. Raymond stands in the shadows. The tenderness and restraint in his eyes are so intense they could drown someone. It's a side of him I've never seen before. That young woman is Monica Melanie, a college student whom Raymond and I've been financially supporting for years. My hands and feet go numb as I tap on the memo on the phone. "2018: I married Linnea. She's obedient and suitable to be a wife. She pleases my family. However, why do I feel like I've fallen for the student we're financially supporting?" "2020: Moni's back, and we put all our cards on the table. It feels so good to know that our feelings are mutual! It breaks my heart to see her cry." "2023: Moni will be heartbroken if Linnea gets pregnant. In that case, I'll make sure we don't have a child." Raymond's phone slips from my hands. At long last, I understand why I've only ever gotten pregnant once in our seven years of marriage. I lost our baby, and after that, I never conceived again.

Whenever people from Meyruelle praised the 'beauty of the century', everyone would burst into laughter at once, scoffing. "Not only is she gorgeous, but she has the patience of a saint! She’s even raised two children for her husband’s mistress!" So when I finally asked for a divorce, not a single person took me seriously. David Thompson didn't even blink, casually tossing a check in front of me. "Stop making a scene and go buy yourself a couple of bags." My oldest son didn't even look up from his video game. "Stop bothering Dad. If you're going to get the hell out, just do it. Stop faking it." My youngest son called his biological mother directly. "That old witch looks like she's finally leaving. Mom, get ready!" Even the house staff shook their heads, warning me to stop playing hard to get. However, facing everyone's mockery, I didn't feel any sadness or anger. I simply dialed the phone number I knew by heart. "Muriel, our ten-year agreement is up. The debt I owed you for saving my sister's life is officially paid off."

Joe Kane played five years in the NFL as a team captain. And for five years, I waited for him in our home in Kansas City. He said the season was too busy, the away games too brutal—no place for family to tag along. So I stayed quiet. I kept the house running, waiting for him to come back after every road trip. Until the day I was cleaning and found a box buried at the very bottom of his nightstand drawer. The moment I opened it, photos spilled everywhere. On top was a family travel application. Applicant: Natalie Reed. In the photo, Natalie stood beside him, wearing his jersey number, with red fireworks over Arrowhead Stadium behind her—grinning more boldly than she had on championship night. On the back, in Joe's handwriting: You're my lucky four-leaf clover through the long season. I laughed. I looked around our empty house—and couldn't find a single photo of us together. His social media was all games, training, teammates. No me. Not one. That night, I sat in the living room, listening to the second hand tick, and opened the notes app on my phone. Created a countdown. 30 days. Starting today, I wouldn't pick him up from the airport anymore. No more messages that vanished into silence. No more breakfasts no one ate. I quietly packed everything, ready to leave him.

My girlfriend, Edith Zimmerman, pulls away whenever I get too close. The more I like her, the more she can't stand me. At the proposal I had planned so carefully, she walked hand in hand with my best friend, Blake Shelton. In front of everyone, she announced, "I slept with Blake." She watched the happy, hopeful look on my face slowly fade. For the 27th time, she asked me, "You don't love me as much anymore, do you?" I nodded. Edith looked delighted. "That's great! Now we can be together again for a while." We had been together for eight years. Yet she hugged and kissed Blake, held his hand, and went on dates with him. They even celebrated their own anniversaries. She did everything she could to wear down my feelings for her. Edith would only love me once I stopped loving her. Blake gave her waist a playful squeeze, then looked at me helplessly. "I gave up my first time so you two could have a good relationship. You'd better make it up to me." Edith smiled at him. "Okay, fine. You're my hero. I'll give you whatever you want." They went back and forth, discussing what Blake wanted as compensation. I watched them in silence without saying a word. I simply threw the roses I had been holding into the trash. Edith didn't know this. I had promised Dad that if this proposal failed, I would leave the country with him and settle down there.

Ten seconds before the bomb explodes, I decisively cut the blue wire, saving the lives of hundreds of people inside the building. At the celebration party, Claire Weber, the bomb disposal team captain, gives the credit for the whole operation to the newcomer, Andy Byers. "You're a veteran. Let Andy have the credit for this one so that no one can say I'm playing favorites with you." We've been secretly dating for five years, and she uses the excuse of avoiding suspicion to make me give in to her at every turn. I'm always the one who takes on the most dangerous tasks. Yet every time the praise and glory come around, I'm expected to hand them over to someone else. As I press a hand over my still-bleeding wound, I slip back to the back of the crowd. From a distance, I watch Andy accept the flowers and the medal while the whole city sings his praises on live TV. Halfway through the party, one of our colleagues curiously asks him how he managed to choose the right wire in that life-or-death situation. Andy gazes at Claire with affection, his eyes full of tenderness, and jokes, "What is there to figure out? I just couldn't bring myself to cut the red one because that's Captain Weber's favorite color." The whole room immediately erupts into knowing laughter, and someone even starts chanting for them to kiss. With the mood just right, Claire, who normally keeps her distance from me whenever other people are around, kisses him on the lips in front of everyone. I feel a sharp pang in my chest. Five years of going through life-and-death situations together have made Claire accustomed to the idea that whenever she turns around, I'll still be standing right there. What she's forgotten is that a top bomb tech's cardinal sin is hesitation. And this time, I'll personally defuse the bomb she's become.