Done Being His Contract Wife, I Left My Husband — Novel

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In a world where love feels like a contract, Lydia Sandler has had enough. After five years of marriage to the charming yet unfaithful Oliver Romulo, she’s finally ready to reclaim her life. But leaving isn’t as simple as signing a few papers. With each late-night call from the anti-prostitution squad, the weight of betrayal presses heavier on her heart, especially when Oliver’s latest affair involves his late brother’s widow, Czarina.

As the expiration of their marriage contract looms, Lydia grapples with her tangled feelings of love, resentment, and the scars left by a man who once promised her the world. Can she truly walk away from the memories of what they once shared? Or will the impending arrival of a child—either Czarina’s or her own—change everything?

With each confrontation and heart-wrenching decision, Lydia must navigate the fine line between loyalty and self-preservation. In a household filled with secrets and lies, can she find the strength to break free from the chains of a love that has turned toxic? As tensions rise, the question remains: how much is she willing to sacrifice to finally be done with being his contract wife?

Done Being His Contract Wife, I Left My HusbandChapter 1

At three in the morning, I received a call from the anti-prostitution squad for the 199th time in my five years of marriage.

My husband had been caught again—this time with his widow sister-in-law.

When I arrived, the squad members looked embarrassed, scratching their heads.

"Ms. Sandler... today's team was all new recruits. They didn't know you'd asked us not to arrest Mr. Romulo and Ms. Brown before."

I shook my head, my expression perfectly calm.

Oliver's collar was open, a red mark at his throat, and he held the crying Czarina in his arms, soothing her relentlessly.

He glanced at me with annoyance. "Last time you told them in advance, didn't you? What's the point of sending them after me and Czarina today?"

Instinctively, I touched the scars left on my fingers from when he had snapped my nails one by one after my infamous meltdown at the police station.

"Sorry... it won't happen again," I replied calmly.

Oliver blinked, then, for the first time, his expression softened and tried to explain. "Once Czarina gets pregnant to carry my brother's bloodline, I'll come home on time."

"But lately she's been... unstable, you—"