Good Rude Comebacks

I endured hundreds of injections just to give Stanley Brighton a child. He was moved to tears and held me, promising that even if we couldn't have children, he would love only me. I diligently followed the doctor's advice and underwent treatment. The day I confirmed my pregnancy, I was so excited that I wanted to rush home and share the good news with Stanley. But what awaited me was unimaginable. Stanley and the female tenant we shared the apartment with were lying naked together in the bathroom, sharing an intimate bath. He was behind her, holding her close, his lips incessantly biting at her earlobes. "I'll give you as many children as you want! Ten, eight—whatever it takes! Just divorce her!" "Alright, just give me some time. I'll divorce her for sure!" Hearing their whispered entanglement, I turned away, stepping into the rain, determined to leave. I would disappear to a place where Stanley could never find me, not in this lifetime.

The day my mother-in-law discovered she had uterine cancer, she packed up and moved in to our home. “I don’t have much time left. I’m all out of hope!” she choked out. “You’d be cruel to kick me out. Show me some mercy!” I looked at my speechless husband, then at my beloved son I had raised with so much love and care. I asked them, "What do you guys think?" My husband silently made a grim expression and grabbed my arm. “How long are you going to hold on to that little incident that happened after Everett was born? Mom's already so sick." My son echoed his sentiment, “Grandma doesn't have much time left. Of course we have to take good care of her!" I smiled at them and said, “Alright. You guys can take care of her if you love her so much."

Just one week into my new job, I was wrongfully accused of cooking the books, and it cost me five years behind bars. After that, my wife found out she was pregnant. She insisted on having the baby and promised to wait for me to come home. Out of gratitude, I threw myself into work after my release. I did everything I could to give them a good life. It was until one day, I overheard a conversation between my wife and our son. “Mom, don’t let Dad come out with us. It’s embarrassing! Why did you pin Mr. Scott’s crime on him back then?! And now, the girl next door keeps making fun of me, saying my dad’s a criminal!” My wife gently pulled our son close and comforted him, saying, “I promised Mr. Scott I’d help him. Your dad’s so naive. He’ll never find out.” It turned out that my supposed happy life was nothing but lies and betrayal!

" Marry our son" she said , looking at me straight in the eyes. Say what now?! " Marry their son?" " I can't" I said . " Why?, Is the money not enough" Nora asked , i looked at her like she lost her mind . She is a woman, how can she ask me something like that. " Don't worry about the money, if it's not enough, we can add more later" Mr knight said. What is wrong with rich people throwing money about, do they think everything is about money, don't they know their are some certain things money can't buy?. Money can't buy happiness, they should look for something better to use their money for. " It's not about the money, I just can't do it , if you want your don to get married, sit him down and let him know he is old enough to settle down. You can't choose a wife for your son or hire one for him" I replied.

His fate was decided by a lottery. It was already not easy for him to eat delicious food, what more if someone told him that he was destined to save a lot of people?"Me? A hero? Nah, no way. Thank you very much. I don't want to clean up anyone's mess and save lives like a chore." For him, heros sacrifice a lot of things and die for the greater good. It is a waste, so it would be better for him to be a bandit. Sadly, that was easier said than done...

“You know what, Attorney? I can willingly comply with your needs, but since you are forbidding me to do things that I want, then I think this marriage is null and void. It is useless and shouldn't be addressed in the first place.” – Sage Valencia ------- Savannah George "Sage" Valencia is the only child and heiress of the Valencia family. In the midst of luxury, she prefers to live simply and go somewhere unknown. She also had a clear desire to become a well-known painter and abandon the business industry that never stirred her heart. But all her plans changed when her parents were accused of murder. She feared that they would be imprisoned, and even though it was against her will, she agreed to marry the lawyer of the other party so that he would be the one to bow down and be defeated. She knew in herself she didn’t like the man, especially his deep stares at her and evil smirk. Sage knew the man was simply acting and that all he wanted was their wealth, so she tried to avoid him and even planned to escape. But what if Atty. Delton Carancho is the only one who can support her dreams and can give her freedom? And what if the man is also the only one who can stay by her side? Will Savannah be able to grant his wish to be a good housewife, or will she blindly ask for a divorce?

On the day we receive our bonus, one of the staff members of the finance department gives me 500 dollars worth of vouchers for the fast food restaurant downstairs. He tells me that my wife, Jillian Dunn, who is also the company's president, specifically ordered him to do so. In utter disbelief, I seek out Jillian and question her. "Didn't we agree that whoever secures the project will get a 50,000-dollar bonus? Stop messing around! I still need to pay for Freya's cochlear implant!" "I'm not messing around with you," Jillian answers seriously. "These vouchers can last you for a whole month. I wouldn't even give them to you if you were anyone else. "Money is tight right now at the company. Besides, Freya has been deaf for more than a decade now. She can survive being deaf for another decade." The next day, Jillian gives one of the interns a sports car that's worth 50,000 dollars. I look at the photo she uploads of her and the intern grinning widely as they sit in the car and give it a like. Jillian must assume that everything is proceeding smoothly since she has signed the contract. However, she misses the additional condition that's printed on the last page of the contract. I dial her rival's number, asking, "Ms. Swan, are you interested in Project Charlie?"

My son was caught in a car accident. My husband said that without a cornea donor, he would be trapped in darkness forever. Heartbroken, I let him sweet-talk me into signing away my corneas. Blind, I overheard my son gloating, "Dad, the plan worked. Mom fell for it, and Rachel's got her sight back. She won't be miserable anymore." "Yeah, now we're a real family with her," replied my husband. The truth gutted me. They'd played me like a fool to save my husband's old flame. When I confronted them, Rachel Huffman shoved me down a staircase, and I died in agony. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of my son's car accident.

They say MARRIAGE is made out of love, faithfulness, and responsibilities. That is the three words that they say, it will be the foundation to have a good marriage. But mine's not the case. Faithfulness is not needed when it comes to the both of us. We don't have responsibilities for each other. And our marriage was not made in love, It's made of pure agreement and just business. Nothing more, nothing less. Darya Valenciana is married to a man who's one of the richest man in the world named Cevier Clarckson Montebella. The man who she finds arrogant and intimidating at the same time. Arrange marriage and marriage in convenience is a thing from the both families of Valenciana and Montebella since spanish era. Being rich and being a good daughter, Darya obeyed her parents to marry Cevier. Five years of being married to him, not even one bit change. They're always fighting with each other everyday or even when they see each other, Cevier being rude to her, insulted her every second. Insulted her as a wife. Darya couldn't handle it anymore. That one decision that would change her entire life is to cut her string on him and divorce him. She only wanted peace and nothing more. And by divorcing him, the peace would be by her side in no time. Divorce and peace. That's what she want and she'll never stop until she gets it.

On the fifth year of their marriage, finding the vitamin C her husband bought tasted too bitter, Jeanne Dotson went to the hospital with the bottle. The doctor took one look and frowned. "This isn't vitamin C." "I-I'm sorry, Doctor?" "I could say it a dozen times and it'd still be the same," the doctor replied, pointing at the bottle. "This is Mifepristone. Taking too much of it doesn't just cause infertility—it can do serious harm to your body." Jeanne felt a lump stuck in her throat, and her fingers turned pale from clenching the bottle. "That's impossible. My husband got this for me. His name is Darren Walsh—he's a doctor here too." The doctor looked up at her, his expression turning strange, tinged with something she couldn't quite read. After a pause, he gave a small smile. "Miss, you might want to visit the psych ward instead. We all know Dr. Walsh's wife—she gave birth just two months ago. Don't let your imagination run wild, all right? There's no point."