My Husband's Mistress Was His Sworn Enemy — Novel

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In a world where loyalty and betrayal intertwine, Marianne finds herself at the center of a storm she never asked to be part of. Her husband, Gideon, is caught in a web of past grudges with Arabella, a woman whose chaotic presence twists the knife of betrayal deeper each day. As tensions rise during a seemingly innocent Thanksgiving dinner, a shocking revelation shatters the fragile facade of their marriage. What happens when the man she loves turns to the woman he once swore to hate?

Marianne grapples with a heart heavy with bitterness, forced to confront the reality of a relationship built on secrets and lies. With every encounter, Arabella's taunts become more brazen, and Gideon’s dismissive reactions only deepen Marianne’s despair. Can she reclaim her power before the past consumes her? Or will she remain shackled to the man whose heart seems to belong to another?

As the stakes escalate, old wounds resurface, and the boundaries of love and loyalty blur. With a divorce agreement in hand and a spirit ready to fight back, Marianne must decide: is she willing to stand her ground, or will she walk away from the man who left her feeling more like a pawn than a partner?

My Husband's Mistress Was His Sworn EnemyChapter 1

Marianne's POV

It was Thanksgiving, and during dinner, someone asked everyone to share the craziest thing they’d ever done.

When it was my husband’s turn, his “Fatal Obsession,” the woman from his past, stormed in with a group of people and flipped the table over.

She then stepped on his thigh and grinned straight at me.

“The mole on your husband’s manhood, I tattooed that.”

The color drained from my face.

So that mole he never once let me touch, not even after three years of marriage, wasn’t natural at all.

The room fell into a dead silence, except for her laughter echoing through it.

“I inked it the day before your wedding,” she said, winking at me. “We even made a pact that until the scar on my collarbone healed, he couldn’t have kids with you. Looks like he really kept his word.”

Bitterness coated my tongue, tasting like the nine hundred ninety-nine bitter pills I had swallowed to prevent a child for three years.

I turned to my husband, but his face was unreadable.

In that instant, I finally understood everything.

I yanked his hand off my waist and stood up.

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