Familial Bond Romance Short Stories & Countdown Novels

I secretly married my husband for six years, and then his first love came back. I decide to leave with my child and let his first love take her rightful place.

I've been married for eight years, but my husband won't let our daughter call him "Dad" because his childhood sweetheart's son struggles with severe depression. After he missed our daughter's parent-teacher meeting again because he was with Susan Lawson and her son, I decided to leave. I prepare the divorce papers and decide to leave with my daughter. I go to her school and find her homeroom teacher, Laura Anderson. "Ms. Anderson, I'd like to apply for a school transfer." She looks surprised. "Why the sudden decision to transfer?" I reply calmly, "Her dad has been working out of town, but he's finally settled down and wants us to move there." Laura sighs. "Well, that's not bad. I always thought you were a single mom." I smile. I'm not, for now. But I'll be one very soon.

Just before the wedding starts, Mom suddenly clutches her chest and collapses. I drop everything and rush her to the hospital. The moment we pull up to the emergency room, my phone buzzes with a text in the family group chat. "Davian's at the hospital. I lured him away. You guys can start the wedding now." A second later, Dad replies, "Good. Kayden's already up on the main stage." Then my sister, Elaine Burke, chimes in, "Kayden's waited ten years for this. Now he can finally marry Leah out in the open." Within seconds, all three messages are deleted from the chat. Then my best friend, Simon Cohen, accidentally drops a video clip of the ceremony right into the group. In the video, my younger brother, Kayden Burke, is wearing the tuxedo I had handpicked for myself. My fiancee, Leah Hunter, stands at the end of the aisle, slipping the ring meant for me onto his finger. The same friends and relatives who cheered for me yesterday are now chanting in unison, "Kiss her! Kiss her!" Mom lunges from the hospital bed and snatches the phone out of my hands. The agony on her face is gone, replaced by pure panic at being caught. "Davian, Kayden's waited so long for Leah. He just wants a wedding of his own. You've had Leah for seven years. Just let him have this one time, okay?" I look at the ECG patches still stuck to her chest and let out a cold laugh. Everyone else gets to play the hero in their little drama, and I'm the only fool left in the dark, performing for their amusement.

When a Moretti daughter turns eighteen, her mother places the family necklace around her neck. It means she will be protected by the family for life. But on the day of my twin sister Bella's and my coming-of-age ceremony, my mother removed my rubies and took my twin-star pendant—just so Bella could marry into the Harrison family in style. My gown, my jewelry, and my grandmother's heirlooms all became hers. To force me to fix Bella's necklace, they locked the estate, took my phone, and made me miss my Columbia University interview. My ten fingers were left bloody, but my mother gave all the credit to Bella. That was when I finally understood—they had never seen me as a daughter of the Moretti family. So before the coming-of-age ball, I accepted Columbia's offer, packed my grandmother's jewelry tools, and left without a word. They thought I'd have nothing without the family's protection. Until they realized— The Moretti family hadn't lost an extra daughter. They'd lost their only jewelry genius.

For eight years, Damian Caruso kept me as his secret wife. I handled his family's lawsuits, protected his empire, and raised the son he refused to acknowledge in public. Ethan wasn't even allowed to call him Dad when anyone else was around. I told myself Damian had his reasons. Until our son's seventh birthday. Damian promised he would come home. Ethan waited beside an untouched birthday cake until nearly midnight. Damian never showed. Because Sofia Bellini—the childhood friend everyone already treated as Damian's real woman—had the same birthday. And Damian had chosen hers. That night, I stopped waiting. I signed the divorce papers. The next morning, Damian was in such a hurry to rescue Sofia that he signed the documents I placed in front of him without even reading them. He didn't realize he had just given me permission to take Ethan out of New York. Then he moved Sofia into our home—and asked his wife and son to leave so she wouldn't discover we existed. Ethan looked at the father he had spent seven years trying to love and called him "Mr. Caruso." Damian finally looked shaken. But it was already too late. On the day we left, he told me he had to fly abroad to handle a divorce case for a client. I said nothing. Because that divorce case was mine. He was flying across the ocean to finalize the end of our marriage—and he still thought I was just taking our son out of town for a few days.

Mom wakes from a coma, but the nurse stops me at the ICU entrance because she has asked to see my younger sister. I think Mom has just woken up and doesn't understand what's going on, so I quickly explain that I'm her older daughter and have been taking care of her these past few days. The nurse tells me Mom already knows. Mom was in a car accident a week ago. The moment I got the call at work, I rushed to the hospital before I even had time to request leave. I sign the paperwork, pay the bills, call in every favor I can, and find the best surgeon available. For seven days, I don't go home once. I sleep on a folding cot in the hallway when I'm exhausted, barely manage to eat, and repeatedly ask the doctors for updates on Mom's condition. My younger sister only comes once, on the first day. She stays for less than ten minutes, then complains about the hospital smell and leaves. Yet after Mom is finally out of danger, the person she wants to see most is still my sister. I suppress my hurt and call her, but she impatiently tells me she's busy and will come another day. With no other choice, I ask the nurse to speak to Mom again. I explain that my sister can't come right now and ask if Mom will let me visit first. A few minutes later, the nurse returns. Mom says that if the visitor isn't her younger daughter, she doesn't want to see anyone else.

After my family deleted the only graduation photo I was in, I accepted a job three thousand miles away—and decided never to come home. That day, my parents, my brother, and my boyfriend took 380 photos. My twin sister, Emma, was in every one. She stood between our parents while they gazed at her proudly. I waited nearby in my cap and gown, but no one called me over. When Emma admitted she still hadn’t found a job, my boyfriend, Ethan, immediately turned to comfort her. “Apply to my company, so I can look out for you.” “Send me your résumé,” Dad said. “I’ll make a few calls and find you something. ” My brother, Ryan, handed Emma the only bottle of cold water he had brought. “My company’s hiring too. I’ll refer you.” Only then did they remember I was standing there. “You’ll find something,” Mom told me. “Your degree is pretty general, so don’t be too picky.” Later, Ethan frowned while scrolling through the photos. “Natalie’s blocking Emma in this one. I’ll delete it.” It was the only photo that proved I had been there. So they hadn’t forgotten me. They had seen me and decided I didn’t belong. Emma seemed like their only daughter. Even my boyfriend seemed to belong with her. I opened the offer I had kept hidden. It was one of the country’s leading aerospace research institutes—and nearly three thousand miles from home. I signed my name. Three days later, I would fly to Seattle and never come back.

My older sister Mia was sweet and affectionate, while I was the “smart, independent” one who supposedly needed no one. For my high school graduation, my parents promised me a trip to Hawaii. I packed a month early and planned everything. But the night before we left, Mia decided to bring Luke, my childhood sweetheart. There wasn’t room for both of us, so Mom canceled my ticket. “Mia and Luke had a fight a few days ago. They need this trip to work things out.” My brother pushed my packed suitcase toward Mia. “Take hers. It has everything you need.” Luke had once been the only person who never used my independence as a reason to leave me behind. But after he met Mia, he began making excuses for her too. Sure enough, he took my hand and spoke up for her. “Emma, you’re always more capable than Mia. She’s been a mess since our fight, and she needs me.” Mia’s eyes filled with tears. “I just want one trip where everyone I love is together.” I laughed bitterly. So they were only a complete family without me. Fine. I was done fighting for a place they had never made for me. In seven days, I would fly to Cambridge alone and start a new life.