Leaving My Husband Who Arranged My Body for His Dead Sweetheart — Novel

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In a world where love and loss intertwine, Selene Thompson finds herself trapped in a marriage that feels more like a haunting. After Stanley Allen's childhood sweetheart dies, he returns from her funeral with an unexpected devotion to Selene. But as their relationship deepens, Selene can’t shake the icy grip of Xenia’s spirit, lingering just beyond the veil. Is Stanley truly committed to her, or does his heart still belong to the ghost of his past?

As Selene grapples with her unsettling gift—the ability to see the dead—she questions the sincerity of her husband’s affections. The chilling presence of Xenia casts a shadow over their life, leading Selene to a desperate conclusion: the only way to escape this torment is to leave. But the path to freedom is fraught with danger, as Stanley’s fury rises with every attempt she makes to break free.

Caught between love and the supernatural, Selene must confront her deepest fears. Can she sever the ties that bind her to a man who is haunted by another? Or will she become another victim of a love that transcends even death? As secrets unravel and tensions escalate, Selene faces a decision that could change everything.

Leaving My Husband Who Arranged My Body for His Dead SweetheartChapter 1

In the third year of my marriage to Stanley Allen, his childhood sweetheart passed away from illness. He cried until his eyes were red, went overseas and handled his childhood sweetheart’s funeral.

Everyone was laughing at me. They reckoned that when he came back, he would definitely divorce me. After all, if I hadn’t married Stanley, his childhood sweetheart would have surely returned to his side.

But after he came back, his actions were completely different. Not only did he not ask for a divorce from me, but he loved me even more.

Many people said Stanley was a rake who turned over a new leaf and from now on, he would definitely love me for a lifetime.

It was just … after I stared at the cross pendant around Stanley's neck, I determined to divorce him.

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“Selene Thompson, what exactly do you want to do?” he roared. "Just because I went to handle Xenia Dickson’s funeral, you make a fuss like this?”

Stanley looked at me, his face full of anger and said, “She is already dead, yet you still refuse to let go? What's the use arguing about a dead person?”