Pregnant With Her Mother's Murderer, I Divorced My Wife — Novel

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In a world where love and betrayal collide, Julian is thrust into a nightmare he never saw coming. After a tragic accident claims his mother-in-law, he finds himself at odds with his wife, Abigail, who shockingly prioritizes a settlement over justice. With tensions running high and emotions frayed, Julian grapples with an unfathomable betrayal: his wife is pregnant with the child of the very man responsible for her mother's death. How can he navigate this twisted web of guilt, anger, and heartbreak?

As Abigail’s cold pragmatism clashes with Julian’s burning desire for justice, their once-happy marriage crumbles under the weight of secrets and lies. With each revelation, the stakes rise, pulling Julian deeper into a maelstrom of conflicting loyalties. Will he find the strength to confront the woman he once loved, or will he succumb to the despair that threatens to swallow him whole?

In the face of betrayal, can a heart heal, or is it destined to remain forever scarred? As Julian battles for his family's future, he must confront the question that haunts him: what is the true price of love?

Pregnant With Her Mother's Murderer, I Divorced My WifeChapter 1

Late one night, my mother-in-law was walking home after a round of square dancing when a drunk driver dragged her for nearly a kilometer.

By the time I got the call, she was already lying in the morgue—her face so mangled she was unrecognizable.

When the police showed me the surveillance footage, I clenched my teeth in hatred, vowing to seek justice for her.

But the very next day, my wife asked me to meet her at a restaurant. She tossed a document across the table. Her expression was cold and sharp.

"Julian, the dead can't come back. Your mother is gone, but Dylan is only twenty-one. He has a whole life ahead of him. You can't be so cruel as to make him waste his youth paying for a dead woman."

"Sign the agreement. Take fifty thousand as compensation for your mom, and let this matter end here."

"If you refuse, then you'll get nothing at all."

Looking at her cold expression, I didn't sign.

And true to her word, Abigail made sure I didn't get a single cent.

Instead, I later saw her kneeling on the courthouse steps, smashing her forehead against the stone until it bled—begging the court to reopen the case.

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