When Is Opposite Day

I was diagnosed with stomach cancer and needed a total gastrectomy. My husband, who was hailed as a rising star in the medical field, personally performed the surgery on me. However, after the operation, my health only worsened. He told me that the cancer had spread too quickly, and there was no hope left. It was not until I accidentally came across a hidden medical report and a massive insurance policy that I learned the truth—I never had stomach cancer. Not only had he removed my stomach, but he had also taken my uterus. Desperate, I confronted him, asking why he did that to me. He held his mistress in his arms, looking at me with disgust as he said, "If your father weren't the director, do you think I would've married you? You're not even worthy of being in the same room as Mabel. After one more surgery to remove your stomach, I'll be promoted to chief physician. "Didn't you claim to love me so much? I'm just using your body to help me and Mabel get ahead... I'm doing you a favor." Then, he and his mistress threw me off the building, making it look like a suicide. When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the day of my stomach surgery.

Si Elara Renoir ay isang babaeng matagal nang nangarap ng tunay na pag-ibig. Isang lalaking mamahalin siya sa mundong puno ng panlilinlang. Syempre, hindi mawawala sa kanyang listahan ang gwapo, mabango, at mayamang lalaki. “Aminin na natin,” aniya, “hindi ka mabubuhay sa mundong ito kung hindi ka magiging praktikal.” Hindi siya sakim o gold digger. Gusto lang niyang matiyak na ang buhay at pamilyang bubuuin niya ay magiging maayos at maginhawa. Naranasan na niya ang hirap at ayaw na niyang bumalik doon. Then Rhett Alaric came into the picture. Years ago, she saw him on a magazine cover. Young CEO, perfectly tailored suit, handsome and composed. His gaze was sharp yet calm. From that moment, he became her ideal man, someone she thought she’d only admire from afar. But fate had other plans. One quiet afternoon in a coffee shop, she looked up and there he was. The same man from that magazine, real and breathtaking. For a moment, she could only stare, realizing the man she once dreamed of was standing right in front of her. Ngunit sa pinakanakakahiya pang pagkakataon ito nangyari. Hindi man lang tulad ng mga teleserye moments na may slow motion at background music. Sa pagmamadali niyang maibigay ang kape, hindi niya namalayang natapunan niya ito ng mainit na kape—at sa mamahaling suit pa talaga nito bumagsak ang lahat! Gulat. Pagkapahiya. Kaba. At oo, may halong kilig rin. Ngunit nang magtama ang kanilang mga mata, malamig. Matapang. He wasn’t just a man in a suit—he was the man everyone feared to disappoint. At sa oras na iyon, alam ni Elara na hindi lang kape ang natapon niya, kundi pati ang unang impresyon niya sa lalaking matagal na niyang pinapangarap.

Rome has been angry with Cayson Montemayor for more than a decade now, but the young woman can do nothing but show kindness to him because her entire family works and teaches at the school owned by the young man's family. One night, she found herself at a party that would lead to her greatest misery. She got drunk and went into the wrong room. The next morning, she woke up naked beside the devil himself, Cayson Montemayor. Something happened to them that night; an incident he thought was a bad dream caused by the spirit of alcohol. She asked him to forget about what happened that night, and they agreed to never speak of it again. But thirty days later, she found herself pregnant with Cayson Montemayor's child. And her family wanted to know the truth. How could she tell them the truth without tarnishing the family name and not being forced to marry the father of the child she was carrying? She would never marry and live with that man under the same roof, she would die to be with that demon every day! But does she have any choices?

On the day my daughter is discharged from the hospital after recovering from the flu, I run into my ex-husband, Zachary Levine, whom I have been divorced from for seven years. He is there to pick up his wife, who has just given birth. He looks a little surprised as his gaze moves up and down to take in my clothes, which is still stained from my child's vomit. I had no time to change out of it earlier. "Long time no see. How have you been lately?" he asks. I smile and say I am doing fine. As we are about to part, he grabs my arm. "Alyssa, our son misses you a lot. If you are having any difficulties, don't push yourself. The passcode for the house in the north of the city is still your birthday. You can go there anytime." I politely decline, and he lets out a sigh. "After all these years, you are still as stubborn as you were back then. Don't hate me." I smile but say nothing. There needs to be love for there to be hate. But now, he is just a stranger to me.

When my ex-husband, Hanson Rowse, got remarried, I jumped into the ocean with our ten-year-old daughter, Tess Rowse, in my arms. The police called Hanson and my parents. The wedding reception was cut short, and they all rushed over. My soul hung in the air above it all, watching as Tess was pulled from the water. The sight of her hit like a blade to the chest. At the hospital, my parents looked at her with nothing but cold indifference. My brother, Edward Wells, didn't hesitate. He stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face. "You're just like your mother! Always causing trouble and pulling cheap stunts like this just to get attention." Hanson's fists clenched. He scanned the area, and when he couldn't see me anywhere, anger spilled into his eyes. "Where's Melody? She picked my wedding day to pull this stunt, and now she won't even show her face? If she really wanted to die, why leave behind this burden?" At his words, Tess suddenly moved. She stumbled toward the window, climbed up, and before anyone could react, she jumped. The room went dead silent for a heartbeat. Then, the screaming started. What they didn't know was this: the first thing Tess and I learned at that reform school was obedience.

I had been on a business trip overseas for less than six months when I suddenly received a call from the hospital. "Mr. Jones, your wife is having a difficult labor. Should we proceed with a C-section or try to continue with a natural delivery?" The words hit me like a bolt of lightning. I stood there, frozen. When I left, my wife had not shown any sign of pregnancy. How could she be giving birth less than six months later? I quickly dialed her number. The moment the call connected, I heard her cries of pain. "Honey, what's wrong?" From the other end of the line, I could hear a nurse urging her to push harder. However, my wife forced her voice to sound calm. "Sweetheart, I just slipped and fell a moment ago. It's nothing serious. You should keep focusing on your business trip. Don't worry about me." As I listened, the faint sound of a baby crying filtered through the phone. My grip tightened so hard around the phone that it nearly cracked. "Is that so? Then, get some rest," I said calmly. After hanging up, I immediately called my father, the richest man in the country. "Dad, Rebecca's cheating on me. She's in the delivery room right now, having another man's child. Stop all investments in the Harris family immediately. I want her thrown out with nothing to her name."

The contractions were ripping me in two. My vision was going dark. My husband, Don Vittorio, the man who ruled Chicago, squeezed my hand. His dark eyes burned with love. "Just a little longer, mia cara. You'll meet our baby soon." Sweat poured down my face. I still found the strength to smile for him. Then a nurse walked in. She held a syringe. I thought it was to stop the pain. But Vittorio’s hand fell away. He took a single step back. The needle sank into my arm. I heard Vittorio’s voice. It was cold steel. "Dose her carefully. She holds on until midnight. Not a minute sooner. Not until after Ornella delivers." And then I knew. He thought I married him for the money. He was stopping my labor. All for a sick Falcone family rule: the first son born is the next heir. Pain tore through me. I reached for him. Tears streamed down my face. I begged him to stop. He bit his lip. His voice was pure ice. "My brother is dead. Ornella carries his only heir. You will do as you are told. You and your child will not steal his birthright." The drug hit my veins. The violent squeeze in my belly, like some invisible hand, just… stopped.

Caleb Lawson's childhood sweetheart, Yvette Grant, is pregnant. No one knows who the father is. Caleb decides to claim the child as his for the sake of her reputation. Meanwhile, my child turns into a bastard whose father is unknown. "Yvie has always been obedient—getting pregnant out of wedlock is too cruel a fate for her. She won't be able to accept the criticism and mockery." His simple explanation turns our five-year relationship into a joke. Later, my family bring me to the hospital for an abortion. Caleb stays by Yvette's side, caring for her like she's a precious treasure. By the time he gets home, I've already aborted the baby and left him.

When Love Crosses the Line is a contemporary romance novel (complete at 300 chapters) that explores the emotional complexities of love, culture, and self-determination in the British-Nigerian diaspora. Amara Collins, a bright, ambitious young woman raised in the vibrant but tradition-bound Nigerian community of South London, has always walked the line between cultural duty and personal dreams. When she begins university at Kensington Metropolitan, she meets Darren Okafor—handsome, intelligent, and from a family her parents proudly approve of. For a while, everything aligns: faith, tribe, expectations, and a future they can all agree on. But her world shifts when she's posted to Manchester for her youth service year and meets Liam Adeyemi, a gifted artist with a quiet intensity and a radically different outlook on life. He’s not from her tribe, not what her family expected—but he makes her feel truly seen. With Liam, she finds not just love, but freedom, creativity, and a path she never dared to imagine for herself. As pressure mounts from her family to return to the path they’ve chosen for her, Amara must decide: will she sacrifice her heart to please her family or cross the cultural lines drawn around her and fight for a love that could cost her everything?

I'm three months pregnant when my husband, a doctor, personally performs an abortion for me. I can see the fetus in the trash can. Chuck Gross uses his doctor's coat to block Valerie Green's curious eyes. "Don't look, Val. You'll get nightmares." After the abortion, he throws a few tissues at me, looking icy. Then, he leaves with Valerie. Later, when Chuck learns the truth, he bursts into agonized tears. "Can we not get a divorce? Please?"