I didn’t expect to meet someone like Brian at a baby shower, of all places. But there he was — tall, unbothered, in faded jeans and a crisp white shirt, sipping his soda like he had all the time in the world. We both reached for the same plate of samosas, laughed, and that was […]
I moved on — and I didn’t need to announce it.” Read Post »
They say every love story begins with a spark — a glance, a smile, a moment that makes your heart skip. Ruth met Sammy during their campus graduation, both draped in gowns of ambition and dreams, with hearts full of possibility. The chemistry was instant. You know those couples you roll your eyes at because
“You will never find someone like me.” Read Post »
After high school, I found myself caught in a monotonous rhythm. Life had no thrill, no sparkle. I didn’t have the luxury of joining college right away, and the financial strains were always hovering over me like a dark cloud. It felt like the dreams I had were too far, too out of reach, lost
A Dream to Die For Read Post »
I turned 33 on a Tuesday morning. There was no romantic breakfast, no birthday text from someone who knew the color of my soul. Just me, a lukewarm cup of tea, and a quiet acceptance that once again—I was alone. Still. At this point, I’ve stopped counting how many times people have asked, “How are
“How are you still single?” Read Post »
Dear beloved reader, if you thought my heartbreak saga ended with tears on a park bench, oh, you have gravely underestimated me. This is the part where things take a wild turn—the kind that makes you cringe, laugh, and maybe even gasp. After Brian’s betrayal, I swore off men entirely. “No more love,” I declared
And that’s how I found myself downloading a dating app Part3…Kelvin Read Post »
“What time are you coming?”
“Are you leaving soon?”
“How long will you take?”
THE BAR WAS TOO LOW Read Post »
Dear beloved reader, if you thought the saga ended with Nick, buckle up. My story takes a sharp turn into the unexpected. Sunday morning found me in a flowy white dress, the kind that screams innocence, hope, and maybe just a touch of desperation. I wasn’t just dressing for church—I was dressing for destiny.
Maybe church is where good men are hiding… Part 2….Brian Read Post »
Dear beloved reader, let’s take a step back. Stories like these have layers, like peeling an onion—bit by bit, until your eyes sting. If you’ve ever ignored a red flag the very first time, you already know the chaos that awaits.
My name is Masha, or so my friends call me. It’s 2021, and looking back, I can confidently say I was more naive than my age suggested. Don’t judge me yet. My story starts innocently enough, like all tales of heartbreak and hope do.
This is it! Love has found me… Part1….Nick Read Post »
Ava wasn’t looking for love. She was at the art gallery to escape another tedious day at work as a graphic designer, where her creativity was stifled by endless client revisions. She lingered in front of a bold, abstract painting when a deep voice beside her said, “Looks like someone spilled their emotions on the canvas.”
“I love you, and I can’t imagine a life without you.” Love, Secrets and the Fall. Read Post »
Jerry and the young lady, Ava, used the clinic as their secret rendezvous spot. While I was under the impression he was receiving treatment, they were meeting privately in one of the back rooms, far from prying eyes.
According to the nurse who accidentally spilled the truth, the clinic had a few unused rooms that Dr. Michaels allowed them to use in exchange for Jerry’s payments. These rooms were set up as cozy lounges, nothing like a medical facility. Jerry and Ava would spend hours together, laughing, talking, and plotting their future.
How far would you go, just to cheat on your partner? Read Post »