My Husband Is Marrying Another Woman Without Divorcing Me — Novel

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In a world where love and betrayal intertwine like a finely woven tapestry, Esther finds herself trapped in a marriage that feels more like a prison. The man who once saved her from a life of torment is now a figure more feared than adored, wielding power and secrets that threaten to unravel everything. Derek, the enigmatic President Vazquez, is set to marry another woman, and the stakes grow higher with each passing day.

When an unexpected message from his new lover shatters the fragile calm of their lives, Esther must confront the shadows of their past and the haunting memories that cling to her like a second skin. Can she fight for a love that seems to have turned its back on her, or is it time to sever the ties that bind them? As tensions rise and blood spills, Esther is faced with a chilling ultimatum: will she remain a prisoner of their shared history, or will she reclaim her freedom?

With every choice, the line between love and vengeance blurs, leading to a deadly game where only one can emerge unscathed. Will Esther find the courage to confront the truth, even if it means facing the man she once loved?

My Husband Is Marrying Another Woman Without Divorcing MeChapter 1

When I was eighteen, Derek stormed into my house and stabbed my father eighteen times.

As the police hauled him away, he met the cameras with a calm, almost proud smile. “Why should I regret it?” he said. “No beast will ever hide behind the name of family to hurt her again. From this day on, Esther is free.”

Years later, when he got out of prison, I had nothing—no money in my pockets, no job offers.

He stubbed out his cigarette, threw himself into the ruthless circles of the capital, and clawed his way up until everyone called him President Vazquez.

After we got married, every password of his was set to my birthday. And yet, as I scrolled through his photo albums, all I saw were pictures of another woman—over thousands of them but not a single one of mine.

It was only then that he seemed to realize.

Without a word, he deleted all those photos, tossed his phone aside, and said flatly, “It’s all in the past. Pretend you never saw it.”

I slid the divorce papers across the table and intoned coldly, "I told you. Sign it."