Better a Dog Than a Husband Like You — Novel

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In a world where love and loyalty clash, Rachel finds herself trapped in a marriage that feels more like a prison. On what should have been the happiest night of her life, a heart attack leaves her vulnerable, and her husband, Andrew, shows no sympathy—only disdain. As he turns his back on her, seeking comfort from his sister Chloe, Rachel realizes that the bonds of blood run deeper than those of marriage. With her beloved dog, Buddy, fighting for his life, the stakes rise higher than ever.

Rachel's silence is a new weapon in her arsenal. No longer willing to play the victim, she begins to navigate the treacherous waters of her husband’s affections, which flow freely toward Chloe. As accusations fly and chaos reigns, Rachel must confront the painful truth: her heart is tethered to a man who doesn't see her as worthy of love. Yet beneath the surface, a simmering rebellion stirs. Can Rachel reclaim her power and carve out a space for herself amidst the turmoil? Or will she remain the unloved third wheel in a twisted love story? Unravel the complexities of desire, betrayal, and the lengths one will go to protect those they love.

Better a Dog Than a Husband Like YouChapter 1

On my wedding night, I suffered a heart attack. My body convulsed, leaving me unable to consummate the marriage. Andrew Smith, disgusted that I had ruined the mood, threw me into the living room.

Then he called in his female assistant, and the two of them spent the entire night under the covers, their voices echoing till dawn.

It wasn’t until I dragged myself, half-dead, to the basement, knocking on the door for help and attracting the dog’s attention, that I was rushed to the hospital just in time.

The next day, when I returned home, Andrew confronted me with fury:

“Did you steal Chloe’s necklace? It was here this morning, and now it’s gone. If you dare to bully her again, I’ll divorce you!”

I sneered. “She’s nothing. Why would I stoop to stealing from her?”

“Divorce it is! Marrying you is worse than raising a dog!”

What he didn’t know was—we couldn’t divorce, because we were never legally married in the first place.

When I stepped back into the house from the hospital, shredded clothes were scattered everywhere, proof of the chaos from the night before.

Covered in scratch marks, Andrew barked at me: