Full-length novels about women starting over, kept secrets and second chances, posted chapter by chapter so every one is free to read on your phone.
“I want a divorce, Elena. But I need you to stay until she learns how to perform your duties.” I had my thumb inside the sleeve of a cardigan that would never fit anyone I knew. My mother had knitted it in cream wool, refusing to wait until we could tell her whether we were …
“I’m leaving you, Nora, but Mom still needs you to drive her to physical therapy.” Paul moved the appointment card across the breakfast table. Nora looked at his hand before she looked at the card. Four years together, and he had pushed it toward her without reaching for her once. She had come off the …
“We’re over, Nadia, but I still need you to sign for my new place—and tomorrow, when the bank comes, we need to look like we’re together.” Nadia stopped cutting the backing for Mrs. Bell’s portrait. Martin put a folded paper on her workbench. His coat was buttoned wrong. She noticed that before she understood the …
“Maren, I’m divorcing you, not asking you to ruin my career… you promised you’d finish those windows before any of this happened with Joanna.” Blake set his keys beside the little cardboard bakery she had made after dinner. One slid down the roof and took the chimney with it. Maren caught the chimney before it …
“I’m leaving you, Celia, but Mom can’t know until after Sunday—you’ll need to act like we’re still engaged at her retirement lunch.” Quentin laid the guest list beside the cutting board. She had been peeling a pear for his mother. Dorothy liked them poached, and Celia had promised to bring the dessert when the family …
Chapter 1: The Eight Words “I want a divorce. I’m marrying Camilla Vane.” The words landed in the center of the room like something dropped from a great height, and for a moment Wren Halliday simply looked at her husband, waiting for the rest of the sentence to arrive and make sense of the first …
The box cutter sliced through the packing tape with a sound like a final, ragged sigh. Appropriate, really. My return to Oakhaven, the town I’d fled faster than a sprayed cat eighteen years ago, felt less like a homecoming and more like a strategic retreat ordered by a general who’d already lost the war. The …
