Romance Books for Women
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Her Unyielding Return
My name is Sarah Miller, and I gave up everything for the man I loved. When a scandal threatened my fiancé Ethan Vance's political ambitions, I sacrificed my family's ancestral land and treasured heirloom locket to the ruthless Arthur Sterling, clearing Ethan's massive debt. I then endured brutal months in Sterling's notorious sweatshop, working until my body broke, leaving me with a permanent limp and a jagged scar. But the day Ethan won his election, the news crushed me: he was engaged to Tori Sterling, Arthur Sterling's cruel daughter. I limped to his victory celebration, desperate for his promised future, only for him to look me dead in the eyes and publicly declare, "I don't know you." Tori sneered, branding me a "delusional ex," and amid their mocking laughter, Ethan had Sterling's enforcers banish me from town. How could the man I crippled myself for betray me so utterly, abandoning me for the very family who orchestrated my ruin? Cast out, every sacrifice seemingly for nothing, a searing injustice ignited a desperate fire within me. Limping away from everything I knew, I set my sights on whispered legends of a hidden community, The Hollow. I would seek refuge there, not to hide, but to forge a new destiny and, one day, demand the fierce justice I deserved./0/86756/coverorgin.jpg?v=6ce7956cc1bee894b8802a959d0ad2d6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Pawn to CEO Queen
The phone rang, splitting the quiet of my father's funeral home. It was Mark, my boyfriend of three years, who was supposed to be here holding my hand. "Ava," he rushed, "I can't make it. Chloe's having another panic attack." The air in my lungs turned to ice. Chloe Davis, a friend of a friend, always "fragile," always needing Mark. My voice broke as I whispered, "Mark, I have no one right now but you." He called me strong, an excuse to abandon me at my weakest. Later that night, he finally came home, exhausted from comforting Chloe. He looked at me with cold eyes. "About the house your father left you... Chloe's landlord is kicking her out." He suggested I sign my father's house, the only thing I had left, over to her. A hollow ache fractured into cruel betrayal. He wasn't just abandoning me; he was trying to erase me. I stood there, speechless, the System's quiet hum in my mind confirming my utter heartbreak. "I'm done," I said, my voice quiet but firm. "I want a divorce." He scoffed, stepping aside as my mother stormed in, slapping me and accusing me of being selfish, jealous of "poor Chloe." Then, Chloe walked in, clinging to Mark, whispering apologies, playing the blameless victim. My mother cooed over her, bringing her tea on my couch. The life I built was stripped away, piece by piece, handed to her. I was the villain. Days later, I saw them through the office glass: Mark, his hands on Chloe's shoulders, telling everyone how "natural" she was at my job, even offering her my share of the company. A wave of nausea hit me. He was giving away my life. Then, Chloe fell to her knees, sobbing, "If I don't complete the quest, my System will execute me!" My blood ran cold. My entire life, my heartbreak, was just a game, and I was the final boss. Mark knew. He watched me grieve, he watched me break, and he enjoyed it. The pain ripped through my chest. "Goodbye, Mark." And then, everything went dark. Five years later, I'm CEO of my own firm, thriving, with Zephyr, my System, now a human companion. He tells me Mark has spent years torturing Chloe, trying to cross dimensions to find me. I see Mark, gaunt and manic, screaming at a chained Chloe, desperate to reach me. "Mark," I say, my disembodied voice echoing. "It's over." But he tries to force a gateway. Zephyr appears, stopping him, a deep, resonant voice proclaiming, "I'm the one who always chose her." He turns to me, his eyes filled with unwavering affection. "I love you, Ava Miller. I always have." And as he leans in to kiss me, I know I'm home./0/84566/coverorgin.jpg?v=d6dc7a92d21512153cc35bd135530168&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Architect of Her Own Life
My hands methodically folded a sweater, placing it into an open suitcase on the bed, sharp creases betraying the inner turmoil I tried to hide. Outside, New York City glittered, oblivious, my life' s soundtrack of distant sirens and traffic hum now signaling its end. An email confirmed it: one-way ticket, New York to Rome. Then the elevator dinged. He was home, and he wasn' t alone. Liam O' Connell, my partner of eight years for whom I' d put my own promising career on hold, walked in with his protégé, Chloe Davis, draped over his arm, their laughter about a private joke stopping short at the sight of my packed bags. Chloe' s sharp eyes surveyed the scene, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips before she feigned concern, asking if I was redecorating. Liam' s charming smile faltered, replaced by annoyance, and he accused me of being dramatic, as if my leaving was just a tantrum. I had built his tech empire with my architectural eye, crafted presentations that won investors, only for him to shatter our partnership and give me a front-row seat to his betrayal. The man who once promised me everything on a Brooklyn fire escape, now stood before me, offering a new car key-a desperate, material bribe-for the wound that cut straight to my soul. He fundamentally misunderstood; he thought my love was a negotiation, a problem to be managed. "You were sleeping with your protégé, Liam," I stated, my voice steady, cutting through his classic, cowardly excuse that "it just happened." He dismissed eight years of my life, of my love, as meaningless, claiming Chloe was young, confused, and looked up to him. But I saw his profound, unshakable disrespect. I had given him everything, only to be replaced by a newer, shinier model, a cruel commodity in his world. "No, it' s not complicated," I said, ringing with clarity. "You made a choice. And now, I' m making mine." As the car sped towards the airport, I pulled out my phone and turned it off, leaving him on the sidewalk with his useless car key. This wasn' t an escape; it was a homecoming. I was flying towards a future I would build for myself, free from a man who knew the price of everything and the value of nothing./0/92075/coverorgin.jpg?v=b4b7435d7f5d413b5c9b57e86ae6e0b3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Runaway Bride, Found Love
On my wedding day, my family fussed over my "delicate nerves" while my fiancé, Mark, told me my only job was to look beautiful. For years, they'd treated me like a fragile doll, a problem to be managed. An hour before I was meant to walk down the aisle, I overheard them on a forgotten baby monitor. They were discussing the sedative they planned to slip into my champagne. The goal wasn't just to calm my "hysterics." It was to get me through the ceremony before sending me to bed, "overcome with emotion." The moment I was gone, they planned to switch my wedding decor for a hidden "Happy Birthday" banner and turn my reception into a lavish party for my nephew. My entire life was just an inconvenient opening act for a celebration I wasn't invited to. They had always called me paranoid for feeling invisible. Now I knew the horrifying truth: they weren't just ignoring me, they were actively plotting to erase me from my own life. But my late grandmother had left me one last gift: an escape hatch. A business card for a man named Julian Thorne, with the words "Unconventional Solutions" printed beneath his name. I smashed a crystal vase, fled the five-star suite in my bare feet and a silk robe, and walked away from my life, leaving them to clean up the mess. My only destination was the address on that card./0/84879/coverorgin.jpg?v=22bed9257c3102fe4cf63776f943fb68&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Forgotten Love Resurfaces
Three years. That' s how long it had been since Ethan Hayes, the supposed love of my life, exiled me from the city, effectively erasing me from existence. I returned, a ghost of my former self, a shell hardened by indifference, only to witness the shocking news that Dr. Ben Carter – a name that inexplicably shattered my carefully constructed apathy – was declared brain dead. A primal scream tore from my throat, raw and agonizing, revealing a depth of grief for a virtual stranger that confused everyone, even myself. The whispers followed me: Sarah Miller, still obsessed, still pathetic. Why did this man' s death reduce me to a hysterical mess? Why did my body ache with a sorrow I couldn' t place, for a memory that simply wasn' t there? The answer lay buried, snatched from me by those who claimed to protect me: Ethan, my parents, and the sinister clinic abroad that had scrambled my mind. I knew then, with chilling clarity, that I had to unearth the truth about Ben Carter, no matter what it cost./0/81281/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f9afb6208550735b301294c3fab06ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Queen of Alaska: His Final Regret
My life as a senator's daughter, filled with Hamptons summers and a proposal from my childhood sweetheart, Ethan, was shattered. Facing financial and political ruin, my father forced me into an arranged marriage with rugged Alaskan oil magnate, Marcus Thorne. Ethan, my supposed soulmate, dismissed my family's crisis, prioritizing his "fragile" confidante, Clara Vance, even suggesting a "nominal marriage" to her while I faced an abyss. Heartbroken, I fled to Alaska. But even there, betrayal followed. During an assassination attempt, my new fiancé, Marcus, chose to save his assistant, leaving me critically wounded and abandoned. Why was I always the one sacrificed? Why did every man choose someone else over me, even when my life was on the line? Saved from near-death by a loyal servant, I rose from the ashes, my heart cold but clear. So when a gaunt, desperate Ethan crashed my Alaskan wedding, begging for me back, I faced him. In front of everyone, I exposed his weakness and narcissism, severing ties to the past. From that moment, I embraced my true power, transforming into the formidable Queen of Alaska, where unexpected strength and a different kind of loyalty awaited./0/22930/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e8833cdf0ce84900fc49e8e5a19d944&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Amidst Chaos
Rebecca Rose Thompson, a 23 year old kindergarten teacher is in love with her best friend Nate Wilson for years. They have know each other forever and have never crossed the line. What happens when Nate suddenly finds her attractive after all these years? Meet, Xavier Phillips, a single parent with a 5 year old kid. What happens when he gets in-between this weird equation? Stuck amidst chaos and confusions, Will she get her happily ever after? And If she does, with whom? Join Becca, in her rollercoaster of emotions!/0/83784/coverorgin.jpg?v=73d898c8a35a81464bddc83518847df3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Melody of Lies
My hand, the one that made my living as a guitarist, was on fire. A viral TMZ video showed my wife, Chloe, pressed against the ridiculously popular Caleb Hayes, the pop-country star she managed. They looked close. Too close. My world ended that night when Caleb' s fans threw acid at me because of the supposed affair, scarring my face and destroying my hand. Chloe tossed her keys, reeking of expensive perfume and his cheap cologne. "It was a publicity stunt, Ryan." Then she asked me, the man whose career she' d just ruined, to write a love song for Caleb. About them. I did it, pouring all my heartbreak into every note, only to walk into her office and find her in the arms of our label head, Marcus Vance, a man known for his predatory reputation. He mocked me, calling himself her "patron." My wife, the woman I loved, had cheated on me, scorned me, ruined me. Then came the car crash. The hospital. The miscarriage. And Marcus Vance, standing over Chloe's bed, claiming their child. I was just the irrelevant husband, mocked by the world. But Chloe' s strained accusation- "What about the evidence on my office computer?"-was no accusation at all. It was a message. My wife, the woman who seemed to revel in my pain, was sending me a clue. Why would she do that? Why would the woman who claimed my musical talent was worthless risk everything to hint at secret evidence? What did I not know about Chloe' s life, about her true motives, about this monstrous man Marcus Vance, that would lead her to such a desperate, cryptic plea? I drove like a madman to her office, my heart pounding with a desperate, new kind of hope. I had to know the truth. I had to find what she was hiding. And I knew, deep down, that finding it would change everything./0/56564/coverorgin.jpg?v=9bc2e19ed9dd5bd46075e22fc20dab23&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bride Behind The Mask(Edited Version)
Frederick Winston wakes up in a messy room with a woman after a night of heavy drinking. Realizing the events of the previous night were real, he notices red stains on the bedsheet and discovers that the woman was a virgin. Despite a brief desire to see her face, Frederick decides to leave, but a necklace falls off the woman and gets caught on his suit. While on his way to work, Frederick recalls the sweet scent from the night before, which surprises him since he lost his sense of smell three years ago. His assistant, Chuck, informs him of a resident causing issues on Cedarbrook Street, and Frederick decides to handle the matter personally. As Frederick is on his way, he finds the dropped pendant with a stunning sapphire, realizing it might belong to the woman he spent the night with. Intrigued and determined to find her, he instructs Chuck to track down someone based on the information about the Regal Haven Hotel between 11 PM and 10 AM. Frederick reminisces about a little girl who had saved him fifteen years ago and gave him a necklace, promising to marry him in the future. He is now driven to find her, despite being the successful CEO of the Winston Group. The story ends with Frederick's determination to fulfill the promise made to the little girl.../0/82689/coverorgin.jpg?v=4348238fef6a8eefc8fb101c4b233fdf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fired & Betrayed: Her Billion-Dollar Comeback
Sarah Miller believed her life was perfectly on track: a thriving career as a marketing associate, a loving fiancé, Mark, and a dream engagement vacation to Napa Valley just days away. But her world abruptly shattered with a discreet email about company restructuring, quickly followed by the brutal news that her position had been eliminated without warning. Then, her fiancé, Mark, dropped an even more devastating bombshell: the company's ruthless CEO, Victoria, was pregnant with his child, and he chillingly admitted he had personally arranged Sarah's layoff, shamelessly calling it "strategic" and "for their shared future." Reeling from this double betrayal, Sarah found herself not just fired, but publicly humiliated by Victoria in her own home, with Mark betraying his true, mercenary nature and choosing his mistress over her. The ultimate insult came when she found the cheating pair flaunting their affair at the very Napa resort meant for her engagement, only for Victoria to then stage a public ambush, falsely accusing Sarah of corporate espionage and pursuing Mark. How could the man she loved so cruelly scheme against her, destroy her career, and then, with twisted logic, claim it all "to protect her," utterly oblivious to her own true, powerful identity as the secret heiress to a multi-billion dollar empire? The bitter irony of his "sacrifices" festered, fueling a quiet rage. But as Victoria prepared for her final, public mockery, she had no idea the "broke nobody" she was attempting to shame was about to unleash a truth bomb that would not only reclaim her stolen dignity but spectacularly dismantle their entire corrupt kingdom./0/25746/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd17027d79a4e8c1c30642d8bd9562b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love at First Kiss
Aya is a simple girl and hardworking student. Even though her family is poor, she is full of dreams to lift her family out of poverty. On the very first day of Aya's class, something unexpected happened to her and that changed her destiny in an instant. She bumped into the most handsome student – Hiro Chan in their school. And as they fell on the grass, their lips kissed. Since then, Aya's life has changed. She used to be quiet and concentrate on her studies, but now Hiro keeps messing up her mind and her heart. Every time their eyes meet, there is some kind of spark that pulls the two of them to get closer. Like a rainbow that is colorful and beautiful to look at, that's how Aya felt when she was with Hiro. They eventually fell in love with each other. Beautiful as the love rainbow was, it also disappeared in the sky. A motorbike accident took away all the happy days she and Hiro had. Aya's world has become dark and lost its color. Everyone blamed her for what happened to Hiro and it also caused their separation. Those beautiful memories were replaced by heartaches and sadness. It is undeniable that our mind forgets but the heart will never forget! Will they lose each other and never cross paths again? Or will the destiny bring them together and allow them to regain their former love? Let's start the journey and find out more!/0/65481/coverorgin.jpg?v=64241614f04483142c0a4ba80332bec2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE ROYAL SECRET
Deep within the walls of the palace lies a forbidden romance that threatens to unravel the kingdom's longstanding traditions. Prince Alexander has spent his life living in the spotlight, but when he meets Clara, the spirited and determined housekeeper, he finds himself falling head over heels for the first time. As their forbidden love blossoms, they must navigate the complex politics of the royal court while keeping their relationship a secret. But with a growing threat to the kingdom's stability, can their love survive the challenges ahead?/0/86600/coverorgin.jpg?v=675b61baf52ed3dd24d8f74a52680b0f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Twisted Love, My Gilded Pain
My mother married Mr. Hayes when I was seven, thrusting me into a glittering mansion that quickly became a gilded cage. From day one, Alex, Mr. Hayes's son, started a campaign of torment, seemingly blaming me for his mother' s death. Then, my world shattered. My mother, caught having an affair, was brutally disfigured and cast out, forcing me, a child, to become her sole caretaker in squalid poverty. Alex' s revenge escalated from mind games to direct attacks, turning school into a hell of bullying and rumors, pushing me to the brink of collapse. Just as I clung to a scholarship as my only escape, Alex' s cousin, Tiffany, appeared on campus, her face a scarred mirror of my mother' s fate, spreading malicious lies that threatened to destroy my future before it began. Alex, now a man of terrifying power, loomed over me, making it clear there was no escape from his reach. Desperate, I stepped into his world, trading my dignity for a chance at freedom. The ultimate betrayal came when I discovered his meticulously orchestrated torment was intricately linked to his mother' s tragic death, and that he had ensnared me in a twisted recreation of her fate. The revelation was horrifying, a culmination of years of calculated cruelty designed to break me entirely. Yet, a shocking truth emerged: my mother' s final, desperate act of love, selling herself to human traffickers to provide for me, cracked open a window to Alex' s own traumatic past. Finally understanding the deep, shared wounds that bound us, I resolved to sever all ties, choosing freedom over eternal hatred./0/18550/coverorgin.jpg?v=cc587b86f9225c6b7e55f7d647c17d2b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Wrapped In Lies
Michelle had never expected that such a drama scene would happen to her --- her boyfriend married her best friend, and she found out their betrayal on their wedding days. When she left the ceremony, she fell down before his rushing car. “If I hadn't stepped on the brakes in time, you would have died!" Scott thought this strange girl did so for blackmail. To save trouble, he threw her a huge wad of cash. "I don't care about your stinking money!" Hearing that, he turned around and was greeted with a mesmerizing face. That moment, he knew that this girl was his destiny./0/42172/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d6b30d84f75371de9e51d8549d33f4d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marry A Billionaire I don't Recognize
Warning Matured Content [Rated +18] Randall lifted the veil I was wearing and gently pressed his soft lips against mine. I closed my eyes. “I am so pleased to present the newlyweds, Randall Adams and Winter Harris Adams!” I yearn after I open my eyes. It is just a dream. But that didn't happen because rising my eyes, only the click, the light of the camera, and the applause of the people popped into my depressed eyes. Randall, the handsome billionaire, stands beside me, claiming that we have been a pair of lovers for so long. But I don't recognize him. Because I lost my memory./0/84410/coverorgin.jpg?v=fedd0c5cb4112ce8f2cee0a697e52d95&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Girl He Called Desperate
The text from Andrew lit up my phone screen, and my heart jumped. I' d spent years as his "friend," his late-night call, secretly hoping this was finally our moment. He asked me to wear "that coyote ugly thing" he liked, denim shorts and boots, for a night at his downtown condo. I drove there, heart pounding, ready to be "seen" by him. But the door swung open to a jeering crowd of his friends, and next to him, recording, was Gabrielle Ross. Andrew smirked, "Look what the cat dragged in," then claimed I'd "gotten the wrong idea," calling me desperate. Gabrielle laughed, narrating for her phone, "When the crazy side-chick won' t take a hint." He tossed a cheap sex toy at my feet, declaring, "Because I' m with Gabrielle now. We' re done." The video went viral, my reputation crumbled, and my freelance design business vanished overnight. With no way to pay my father's mounting medical bills, I was desperate. An agency offered a mere $250,000 for five years of my life, a pittance but my only choice. Then the call came: my father was critically ill and transferred to Andrew' s hospital. I found Andrew and begged him to help, seeing a flicker of the promising doctor he once was. But during my father' s emergency intubation, Andrew abandoned him to console Gabrielle, leaving a junior resident fumbling. My father died. Later, Andrew held Gabrielle in the hospital chapel, and she sneered, saying my father probably gave up "knowing what a slut his daughter is." Rage consumed me. I lunged at her, and Andrew violently shoved me away, caring only for Gabrielle. My father' s ashes, the last physical piece of him, were later spilled and shattered by Gabrielle. I was broken, humiliated, and utterly alone, a monument to Andrew' s callous disregard. But then, my phone rang and a smooth voice announced, "Your patron has arrived. Mr. Blakely is ready to begin your contract." Little did Andrew know, my "patron" was about to help me rise from the ashes./0/86913/coverorgin.jpg?v=0856187b363d3139832565d9b84f1246&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Placeholder Wife's Revenge
I sacrificed everything for my husband, Ryan. My ambitions, my career, even turning down a dream job in another city to support his perfect image. I managed our home, believed his promises of devotion, and trusted him completely. Then, his college girlfriend, Chloe, reappeared after her husband's tragic death. He flew to her side, claiming to offer comfort. But when he returned, he brought her straight to our home, introducing her as though she belonged. That night, I heard them. Chloe' s soft voice, "I can' t believe she' s not even here to greet you." And Ryan' s reply, a cold, dismissive murmur that shattered my world: "Don' t worry about Ava. She' s just a placeholder, a shield. I married her to keep you from doing something reckless after we broke up. She was never the one." A placeholder. A shield. My entire marriage, a meticulously crafted lie designed to protect him and hide his true love. My heart pounded, a cold knot of dread tightening in my stomach. In the days that followed, I endured their blatant affair in my own home. My bank account was emptied, my treasured family heirloom was stolen and broken, and I was thrown out of my own bedroom. When I finally confronted them, Ryan brutally struck me, then coldly told me he was divorcing me and I' d get nothing. Yet, despite the pain, I couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that something far more sinister was at play. Why had he been so insistent on my "minor surgery" years ago? What dark secrets did he truly hide beyond his betrayal? Driven by a desperate need for answers, I sought a new doctor, uncovering a truth so chilling, it shattered every last piece of my broken life: Ryan had secretly sterilized me, without my consent, ensuring I could never bear children. Now, with nothing left to lose, I began to plot my escape and his ultimate downfall./0/19958/coverorgin.jpg?v=9fbc87ac23f04175c8a9a1c891dee523&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He takes my breath away 2
Darius shocked the world when he walked away from Hollywood and asked Stacia to marry him in book one. Now their back in He takes my breath away two with all new hurdle’s and surprises. Stacia saw the press conference and with the help of her sister Tigra she realizes she needs Darius in her life. That she does love him and want a future with him. She decides to finally come back home only she doesn’t make it that far. Can an accident and memory loss be the end of these two? It seems like they have come so far only to be pushed back. They have gone through hell just to finally realize just how much they needed each other. What they have is a once in a lifetime kind of epic love story. They say true love conquers all but can these two get past everything and finally have the happily ever after we all want them to?/0/53592/coverorgin.jpg?v=40179d741e026e0a69575846097093d2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Woman You Never Love
I'm now looking at a handsome man lying next to me. He sleeps soundly. He is like an angel in my eyes, but if you really get to know him, his attitude is the opposite. "Andrew..." I said his name while my tears fell one by one. "Are you ready, Rhyme?" I looked behind me, I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "You don't have to do this, rhyme. Even if you give your eyes to him, nothing will change. He" I immediately stood up from where I was going to sit before he could continue what he had to say. "I know that... I'm not the type to just give my eye away. Ian, please talk even now, don't make me worry about that. Let me do it to the man I love. Even that he can't reciprocate the love I give," I bent down and gently stroked my stomach and turned to Andrew. The man I love will never reciprocate my love. "Rhyme, are you that desperate with that man? Rhyme, please talk. As your cousin, I advise you not to give him your eyes. Especially since you are taking your child with that man." He preached to me. It's painful to accept. But yes, I'm desperate when it comes to the man I love. In my desperation, even if I knew I was going to harm my future child, I would do it anyway. I will give my eyes to Andrew. "Ian, I'm not going to change my mind. S-go ahead, Ian. I...let's continue with the operation. I'm ready." Ma stuttering said My tears continue to fall, trying to wipe them away, but every time I wipe my tears, new ones come out again. "Oh gosh, rhyme! You're pregnant! Don't you even think about the child in your womb!? If we continue this, I'm sure your child's life will be in danger, and then I'll see you again, rhyme. Rich As for the family of the old woman in the village, they can also find a donor!" I'm almost deaf from his yelling at me. Instead of being angry with him, I am angry with myself. I'm so selfish and heartless, because even though I have eyes, I'm still blind for the man I love. "I've made up my mind, Ian. And even if they're rich, the man I love hasn't seen you for almost a few months. Please talk, Ian. Don't just be a dad and do your job." Ian looked at me with anger in his eyes. "I love you as my cousin, Rhyme. But your love for that man is really too much, that even if you know that you will destroy your child, you will still allow the operation. Take care of your life, Rhyme. That's your decision . But I hope you don't feel guilty about what you do." It coldly says that you will still be filled with anger and sadness. A nurse approached him and whispered something to him before looking at me intently. "Get ready, Rhyme. The operation is about to begin. Prepare yourself to kill your own offspring." He said and turned to the man who was fast asleep behind me before storming out of this room. I can't blame Ian. What he said is right. If I make a decision, I may kill the child in my womb. But what can I do? I love Andrew. What is the use of my eyes? If I always hurt myself because of my love for Andrew. If I go blind because I gave my eyes to the man I love, it's not bad. Because even if I love him, I won't see the events that will hurt my heart. To see him happy in the company of others, To see him staring at me, To always push me away and To see him cry when you are out of his sight. "I love you Andrew." I said it almost in a whisper and was accompanied by my tears as I looked at Andrew who had closed his eyes not far away. The man I love the most. Ian didn't stop whining, obviously not wanting to continue with the operation. But he can't do anything. My decision is complete. I thought about the child in my womb. He was not born with a decision, but he was never able to experience life in the world. Forgive mommy, baby. I love your dad so much that I did this to destroy him. Forgive me, my child. I even heard a nurse say to my cousin, Ian, who never stopped cursing before I was engulfed in darkness. "The donor is now asleep, please Doctor, Ian. Let's proceed with the operation." goodbye My child../0/56095/coverorgin.jpg?v=8eea7de1b1eac003a4884e168379feac&imageMogr2/format/webp)
