Mobi Phone

I receive a message one day. "Your condoms have been delivered. Total to be paid: XX dollars." I distinctly remember that I've never made such an order, but the address and phone number are mine. I call my husband, but he only says differently, "My godsister ordered them. She's too shy to use her details, so she used yours. It's not like it'll affect you." I nod silently. She might as well not have them if she can't afford to pay for them.

’Your husband is cheating on you.’ At first, Layla Spencer thought it was a stupid prank. Then her phone flooded with photo after photo until the screen was full. In every shot, Dylan Hall and Lily Spencer were all over each other, completely wrapped up in their own little world. They were making out in the car Layla was still paying off, hugging at the top of the Ferris wheel, and holding hands at the base of Mount Hilaya, a place Layla had always dreamed of visiting. Layla’s stomach dropped. Could Dylan really be cheating on her?

My husband was out cold. Middle of the night, his phone lit up on the nightstand—chat app blowing up. I leaned over and grabbed it, quiet as a breath. Messages from someone named 'Viv.' Her last one? [Goodnight, Matt.] I had my fingerprint saved, but I'd never used it. Six years of trust. Six years of believing he was loyal—maybe too awkward to cheat. But something felt off. So I tapped in. And just like that, I opened Pandora's box. My heart? Tanked.

Late at night, with heavy rain pouring down, in the city hospital. "She has a mild concussion, and her abdomen was hit. The baby couldn't be saved..." Anna was given anesthesia but was still conscious. She felt something disappearing inside her, a tearing pain that the anesthesia couldn't numb. "Have you reached her family?" "Her husband's phone is off. I'll try contacting someone else..." She vaguely heard voices, and a tear slid down the corner of her eye. Her body couldn't hold on, and she lost consciousness...

After I get pregnant, my husband goes jogging every night. One night, he leaves in such a hurry that he only wears his smart watch. He forgets to bring his phone with him. I accidentally see the messages he sends his female colleague. "Want to come over for a free meal? And maybe… a little of me, too?" "I'm not really hungry tonight—except for a taste of you." The chicken stew he's fed me tonight gurgles in my stomach as it turns. If I remember correctly, he's just introduced this colleague to my brother.

The day our daughter had a high fever, Matt was at a parent-teacher meeting for his first love’s son. I called him, only for her to pick up. Through sobs, she apologized, but Matt quickly grabbed the phone, his tone impatient. "She’s a single mom with a kid. What’s wrong with me looking out for them?" So, I turned to my daughter, who was quietly receiving her IV, and asked softly, "How about it, sweetheart? From now on, it’s just you and me."

Charlotte Bernard's groom ran out of their wedding after receiving a phone call from his childhood sweetheart. Even after witnessing Charlotte have a car accident, he didn't return. Yet, before the news cemented her reputation as the jilted bride-to-be, she posted a picture of her and Leandro Romero's marriage certificate on her social media. Someone said Charlotte was a lucky bastard to have married Leandro, and Charlotte couldn't agree more. But Leandro countered, "To me, it's a dream come true."

Erica Anderson,21, is an assistant secretary in Sinclair enterprises. Her routine life takes a turn with a phone call from her sister who hasn't met her in 6 years. The events spiraling takes to worse when her sisters’ body is found with a murderer on the loose. Her search for the murderer lands her on the Sinclair family's doorstep. What is the connection between her sister and Sinclair's family? Who killed her and why? What happens when her heart gets involved with one of them? Join Erica's journey of love, guilt, betrayal, and revenge.

Warren Cole was living his life as an average student at the University of Flemond. He just finished his programming class when he received a call from back home. Taking out his phone, he was confused to see that it was Uncle Geoffrey. "Please come home, Warren. There is something important you have to know. Make sure to be here in the next three days." A click was heard and then it was quiet. Warren arrived at the dorm room and packed his bags. When he arrived at the airport, it was still unbeknownst to him that when he would return to Flemond, his whole life would be turned upside down...

My husband planned to sell my body to a stranger so that he could have a perfect reason to divorce me. When I heard his phone conversation, I didn’t wait for him to catch me, I hit the loudest club in town at once. Then something I didn’t expect happened. I slept with his forbidden best friend, a man who hated my guts like crazy yet he claimed me like I was his soulmate. His jaws tightened as he whispered “He didn’t deserve you. You were supposed to be mine.”