Caught Coben Novel

My Alpha husband, Ryder, has always hated the sound of a crying pup. But recently, he started caring for my adopted sister's newborn pup, staying by its side in the nursery every night until dawn. Every time Ryder left our bedroom for the nursery, an inexplicable stabbing pain would pierce through my chest. This agony would last all night until dawn when he returned. I had finally reached my breaking point. At the Full Moon Festival, I announced in front of the entire pack that I was rejecting our mate bond. The pack's mind-link erupted with whispers that the battle had damaged my mind. A golden light ignited in Ryder's eyes as he stared at me in disbelief. "Because I was too busy to check on you when you were injured, you're rejecting our bond over a six month old pup?" I didn't meet his eyes. Instead, my gaze lingered on the faint lipstick mark smudged inside his collar. My voice trembled, yet it did not waver. "Since you love her pup so much, once our bond is severed, you can openly be the father."

To everyone else, I'm the wife of Stefano Pace, the man who runs this city's underworld. To others, I am living the kind of luxury every woman in town envies. But what no one knows is that in three days, I'm leaving my husband for good. It started when I took Stefano's car to wash and spotted a black stocking that wasn't mine wedged in the passenger seat cushions. It was balled up and still reeked of sickly sweet perfume. The sight of it was like a knife to the heart. I knew that perfume. It is Isla Torelli's. She's Stefano's underboss, the only woman besides me who's ever taken the passenger seat. My hand trembled as I gripped the stocking, but I kept my cool. I thought back to our wedding seven years ago, when Stefano stood in front of the whole family and vowed, "If I ever betray you, then betray me a hundredfold!" He probably did not think those words would come true.

Malika harus terpaksa menerima desakan para warga untuk menikahi seorang pria asing yang di kenal sebagai preman di kampungnya yang suka membuat obat dan doyan tawuran.

"Ayo, menikah denganku! Aku serius. Di Indonesia seusia kita bahkan sudah banyak yang punya anak!" Tidak seharusnya Aya mendengar kalimat diluar nalar itu diusianya yang masih 20 tahun. Saat dia sedang pusing-pusingnya memikirkan kuliahnya dan kerja parttime di Adelaide, Australia. Dan lagi! Laki-laki sebaya di depannya ini tahu seperti apa masa lalu Aya. Aya yang menjauh dari Indonesia, mengubur semua ingatan buruknya, dan berperang dengan ketakutannya sendiri. Laki-laki ini pasti tahu. Jadi tidak mungkin dia sampai punya perasaan ke Aya, bahkan berniat menikahnya. Ini jelas-jelas diluar nalar. Aya tahu mereka teman SMA. Punya banyak ingatan yang bisa dijadikan bahan berdebat. Tapi, hubungan mereka bukan hubungan romantis yang penting untuk dikenang oleh otak dan hati. Jadi kenapa? Datang tiba-tiba di depannya begini. Di saat Aya sudah menjauh sejauh ini...

When my mother falls gravely ill, my husband, who has asthenospermia, promises to help me think of something. So, I give him all my savings. Despite being pregnant, I get a part-time job doing DoorDash deliveries. However, I see my husband when I pass by a realtor's office. He's supposed to be hard at work like me, but he's buying a place for his childhood friend. He even has his arm around her. "That old hag thinks I only earn that little each month. Don't worry, Yvette. I only give her 10% of what I earn. The rest goes to you!" I hold back my tears and grab the hem of his shirt, wanting to borrow some money for my mother's treatment. However, he shoves me away irritably. "I give you 2000 dollars a month! Isn't that enough? Have you spent it all on useless things?" He leaves without another look back, ignoring my cries and pleas. He also kicks me, effectively murdering the child he's always dreamed of having. Later, he grovels at my feet and begs for forgiveness. It's too bad I've already given up on him. I don't want him anymore.

"Pregnant patient, corpus luteum rupture, heavy bleeding! We need a consent form signed—now!" I stood there holding the clipboard, waiting, when a voice I knew way too well cut through the chaos. "I'm here!" Jimmy. My husband. The same guy who vanished on our anniversary—now signing off on emergency surgery for another woman. He didn't even blink before writing "husband" on the form. Still had our wedding ring on, too. He didn't recognize me behind the mask. Just grabbed my hand and begged. "Please save her. It's my fault. She's pregnant. I messed up. I love her. I can't lose her." His grip tightened. My wedding ring slipped off and hit the floor. I didn't say a word. Just turned and walked into the OR. A doctor beside me, totally clueless, beamed and said, "Dr. Meyer, your test results came back—twins! Your husband's gonna be so happy. Congrats!" I smiled, barely. "Schedule the termination after surgery."

Brody Lewis, my fiance, said that I had a rare form of transient global amnesia, which was a sudden, temporary memory loss. Every seven days, I would open my eyes and become the twenty-five-year-old Riley Taylor again. My memories were forever stuck in the past. In my pen drive were videos of Brody taking me on trips, bringing me for treatment, and proposing to me. Everything seemed great between us, but I remembered none of it. “Riley’s still around. Can’t you keep your hands to yourself?” “Don’t worry. It’s Monday tomorrow. After she wakes up, she’ll remember none of it,” Brody said, and my heart sank. “Isn’t this more exciting?” Brody embraced my best friend, and they made out brazenly in front of me. They were not shy about it at all. I wondered just how many times this had happened over the past two years. I ran as tears blurred my vision. When I arrived at a tattoo shop, I grabbed the tattoo artist like a drowning man holding on to a log. Then, I asked the tattoo artist to tattoo these words on my arm in my handwriting. [Leave him.]

Right before I hit forty, my husband hit me with: "I want a divorce." For the past ten years, I had been driving a truck outside every day to support my family, while he had been cheating on me at home. Even our child was no longer close to me. "Bad Mom! You hit Jenny! Bad Mom!" Willy cried. "I don't want Mom. I want Jenny. I wanna stay with Dad and Jenny!" Jenny. The neighbor. Single mom. Her kid and ours were tight. Ten years of grinding, running myself ragged—for two ingrates? All right! Wish your family of four a happy life! I didn't want my husband or son anymore.

Sea Xaviera Joscelynn memilih kabur dari rumah untuk menghindari sebuah perjodohan. Akibat dari kemauan nya tersebut, semua akses keuangannya fasilitas diblokir Vii terpaksa harus bekerja sebagai karyawan biasa di salah satu perusahaan ternama dikota tersebut untuk menyambung hidup. Karena tak biasa hidup serba kekurangan, muncul sebuah ide gila yang mana dari salah satu temannya bercerita mengenai simpanan untuk merayu CEO perusahaan tempatnya bekerja. Sean Eart Sanders target Vii. Pria dingin,pria yang tak banyak bicara itu menarik perhatiannya sejak pertama kali bertatap muka.Karena tak mau hidup serba pas-pasan, Vii rela menjadi simpanan sang bos demi bertahan hidup."Kamu yang merayuku dan menawarkan tubuh mu Jadi, jangan coba-coba untuk kabur dariku. Semua yang kamu inginkan sudah aku turuti. Jadilah gadis manis yang penurut."Vii benar-benar terjebak dalam hubungan ini. Penawaran Sean terhadap Vii hanya sekedar main main, ternyata Vii beranggapan serius. Sean sebenar nya sudah tau bahwa yang akan di jodohkan dengannya yaitu Vii. Semenjak pertemuan disaat meeting Sean merasakan benih benih cinta. Sean juga belum mengungkapkan kepada Vii bahwa dirinya lah yang akan di jodohkan sama Vii.

On the way to the airport, a Valterra tried to cut me off. After overtaking, he kept blocking my way. Since I was running late and did not want trouble, I chose to tolerate it. However, my tolerance only made him even more aggressive. In less than a hundred meters, he cut me off five times. I could not take it anymore and decided to call the police. But as I was reading his license plate to the officer, I snapped and slammed my foot on the gas. Blood rushed to my face when I realized that this Valterra was the birthday present my wife had asked me for just last week.