When the Wolves Came in The 80s, My Officer Husband Chose to Save Her Over Me, So I Asked for a Divorce — Novel

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In a world where loyalty is tested by the howl of wolves and the shadows of betrayal, one woman finds herself at a crossroads. When a terrifying attack shatters her life in Montefioralle Village, Sofia is left clinging to a branch while her husband, Officer Fabio Marino, rides off to save her sister. The choice he makes ignites an unquenchable fire within her, leading to a divorce that promises freedom but also uncertainty.

As Sofia grapples with her newfound independence, she uncovers the truth of her identity—one that had been hidden in plain sight. With the weight of her past heavy on her shoulders, she seeks to carve out a life for herself, far from the expectations of her family and the remnants of a marriage forged in obligation. But can she truly escape the ghosts of her past?

As whispers of her true lineage circulate and old wounds fester, the stakes rise. Will Sofia reclaim her life and heart, or will the echoes of love and betrayal draw her back into the web that once ensnared her? In a landscape marked by danger and desire, every choice could lead to salvation or ruin.

When the Wolves Came in The 80s, My Officer Husband Chose to Save Her Over Me, So I Asked for a DivorceChapter 1

When the wolves attacked the Montefioralle Village, my sister and I hid in a tree. My husband, Fabio Marino, didn’t hesitate. He rode in on his horse, lifted my sister down from the tree and galloped away.

Meanwhile, I was left alone. I could only cling to a branch no thicker than my arm, while wolves bared their sharp teeth below.

The next day, I submitted a divorce request to the City Hall. In response, Fabio frowned and said, “Serena was weak, so I saved her first. Are you jealous about that?”

I looked straight into his eyes and answered calmly, “Whatever you say.”

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The City Hall tried to persuade me several times, but I refused to change my mind. In the end, they approved our divorce. When I received the divorce certificate, I finally felt free. Fabio put his ID back into his pocket.

As he reached the door, he turned around and said coldly, “I’ll take you there.”

I shook my head, responding, “No thanks, Mr. Marino.”

Fabio looked annoyed by the way I addressed him.