One Game Won, One Marriage Lost — Novel

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In the world of love and betrayal, ten years can feel like a lifetime—or a moment. Evelyn Lane thought she had built a life of stability with her husband, Ryan Hayes, through laughter, tears, and their annual game of rock-paper-scissors. But when a simple anniversary wish leads to the unravelling of their marriage, Evelyn finds herself facing not just a broken promise but a shocking truth: Ryan’s heart has space for someone else.

As secrets surface and tempers flare, Evelyn must navigate the turbulent waters of love lost and trust shattered. Who is the woman that has captured Ryan's attention, and what lies beneath the surface of their seemingly perfect life? With stakes rising higher than ever, Evelyn is forced to confront her own decisions, sacrifices, and the painful question of whether love can truly withstand the test of loyalty.

In a battle for dignity, will she reclaim her voice, or will she remain the silent partner in a marriage turned toxic? As Evelyn grapples with her worth, she must decide: is it time to fight for what she wants, or is letting go the only way to find herself again?

One Game Won, One Marriage LostChapter 1

To keep our marriage “fun,” every anniversary Ryan Hayes and I played a game of rock-paper-scissors. The loser had to grant the winner one wish.

It wasn’t until the tenth year that I finally beat him…

“Ryan, there’s a rare pair of lifetime-binding couple’s rings overseas. I want them.”

The moment he heard my request, his face darkened.

“Evelyn, those are just fakes. They can’t compare to our real love. Pick something else, okay?”

I let out a short laugh, lowered my head, slipped off the matching silver wedding band from my finger, and said I wanted a divorce.

He stared at me in disbelief, the warmth vanishing from his expression.

“Ten years… and you think our marriage is worth less than a couple of rings? All the conditions I ever asked for were to strengthen our relationship. Look at yours… completely unreasonable.”

“The first year, I asked you to wash my socks for a whole year.”

“The second year, I asked you to do the dishes.”

…

“The ninth year, I asked you to give me a child. Did you?”

I remained silent, but his anger kept rising.