Sajan

It happened on a Sunday evening that was supposed to be peaceful. The smell of roast chicken and mashed potatoes filled my mother’s dining room, and laughter drifted around the table. My sister, Caroline, as usual, was the star of the night — talking loudly about her upcoming trip to Europe, the “romantic getaway” her … Read more

“The CEO’s not breathing!” someone screamed. The sound shattered the polished calm of the boardroom. Seven executives in thousand-dollar suits froze in place, their faces draining of color as their boss, Daniel Mercer — billionaire founder of Mercer Technologies — slumped lifelessly onto the floor. His tablet clattered beside him, its screen still glowing with … Read more

Alejandro Hernandez was used to getting home after 9 p.m., when everyone was already asleep. Today, however, the meeting with investors in Mexico City had ended earlier than expected, and he decided to go straight home without telling anyone. As he opened the front door of his mansion in the Lomas neighborhood, Alejandro stopped, unable … Read more

The afternoon sun burned over the busy streets of downtown Seattle. People brushed past each other, their eyes fixed on their phones, too distracted to notice a small girl sitting by a grocery store entrance. Her clothes were tattered, her hair messy, and in her arms lay a baby wrapped in an old blanket, crying … Read more

In a remote farming district of southern Mexico, where one family survived on tiny plots and endless construction shifts, there was Don Rodrigo —a widower with a heart bursting with dreams for his little girls. Though he had only learned to read after a few adult classes in his youth, Rodrigo held one wish: that his … Read more

Antonio and I were in love all four years of college. She was sweet, kind, always patient—and she loved me unconditionally. But after we graduated, life changed. I quickly landed a well-paying job at a multinational company in Mexico City, while Antonio spent months searching until she finally found a job as a receptionist at … Read more

Héctor and I had been in marriage for five years. From the very first day I became his wife, I got used to his cold words and his indifferent glances. Héctor wasn’t violent or loud, but his apathy made my heart wither a little more each day. After our wedding, we lived in his parents’ … Read more

I’m 60. And for the first time in my life, I feel like I don’t exist anymore—not for my ex-husband, my children, my grandchildren, or even the world. I’m still here, of course. I breathe. I go to the chemist’s, buy bread, sweep the little garden patch under my window. But inside, there’s a hollowness, … Read more

Rose, 63-year-old widow, had lost everything – the only man she ever loved, the only home she ever knew, and the love of her three stubborn sons, Don, David, and Daniel. While the three young guys were selling an old relic of a house and buying three stunning modern residences for themselves with their share … Read more

At 61, I Remarried My First Love: On Our Wedding Night, Just As I Undressed My Wife, I Was Shocked and Heartbroken to See… My name is Rajiv, and I’m 61 years old. My first wife passed away eight years ago after a long illness. Since then, I’ve lived alone in silence. My children are all … Read more