Love Faded, Sorrow Stayed — Novel

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In the shadowy world of New York's elite, love can transform into a weapon, and betrayal becomes an art form. Sophia Summers thought she had escaped her father's monstrous grip, only to be ensnared by her husband, Ethan Shaw—once a childhood protector, now a man shrouded in secrets and blood. Their marriage, a twisted bond forged in violence, is now a battlefield where the stakes are life and death.

When a young woman bursts into Sophia's life, claiming Ethan's heart and leaving a trail of emotional wreckage, the fragile balance of their relationship teeters on the brink. As whispers of infidelity and hidden truths swirl, Sophia grapples with the ghosts of her past and the reality of her present. Can she reclaim her shattered identity while navigating Ethan's dark legacy? Or is she destined to remain a widow trapped in a love that has long faded?

In a game where both passion and vengeance drive the players, will Sophia rise from the ashes of despair, or will she become just another casualty in Ethan's ruthless world? The choice is hers, but the consequences might be more than she ever anticipated.

Love Faded, Sorrow StayedChapter 1

When I was eighteen, Ethan Shaw burst into my house and stabbed my father eighteen times.

As the police dragged him away, he smiled into the camera:

“Why should I regret it?

“There will never again be a beast who hides behind the name of family to hurt her.

“From now on, she is the freest girl in the world—Sophia Summers!”

When Ethan was released from prison, he saw me with no money in my pocket and my résumés constantly rejected. He stubbed out his cigarette, dove headfirst into the New York elite circle, and transformed himself into Mr. Shaw.

After our marriage, every password of his was set to my birthday.

But when I looked through his photo albums, I saw pictures of strange women. Over eighteen hundred of them. Not a single one of me.

It was as if he suddenly remembered. With a blank expression, he deleted all eighteen hundred photos, tossed his phone aside, and said:

“It’s all in the past. Just pretend you didn’t see it.”

I slid the divorce papers toward him. “I told you, sign it.”

He threw down the pen.

“I told you, between us there is no divorce. Only widowhood.”

…

Ethan didn’t sign.

Between us there was only widowhood, never divorce.