Ending Our Marriage Was the Best for Me — Novel

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In the aftermath of betrayal, Allen is left grappling with the shattering truth about his marriage. Just as he thought he had found solace in the arms of Adriana, the woman who vowed to love him, he discovers the depths of her deception. With each miscarriage, he believed he was the one failing as a husband, blind to the hidden agenda that drove Adriana's actions. How could the woman he cherished harbor such dark secrets, risking their future for a chance at power?

As the stakes rise, Allen faces an impossible choice: to stay in a relationship built on lies or to reclaim the life he once dreamed of. The discovery of a hidden photo album reveals a past entwined with Khalil, the man who stole Adriana's heart long before Allen entered the picture. Can love truly survive when it’s overshadowed by ambition and betrayal?

With a heart heavy with grief and betrayal, Allen must decide whether to fight for the love he thought he had or to escape the web of deceit that has ensnared him. Will he find the courage to walk away, or will the ties that bind him to Adriana prove too strong to sever?

Ending Our Marriage Was the Best for MeChapter 1

Three hours before our wedding, my fiancée told me not to bother picking her up for the ceremony, and registered her marriage with Khalil instead.

I endured the whispers and judgmental stares of the guests. Just as the humiliation threatened to swallow me whole, her younger aunt, Adriana, pushed open the doors of the hotel.

She arrived with the most extravagant wedding convoy, carrying 9,999 roses. With a sincere gaze, she confessed she had secretly loved me for years—that marrying me had been her dream.

Moved by her gesture, grateful for her rescue from public disgrace, I said yes.

We were married for three years. Adriana suffered seven miscarriages during that time, and only recently managed to get pregnant again.

Overjoyed, she stood on her toes and kissed me, promising to take extra care this time—to protect the baby that symbolized our love.

Three months into pregnancy, I accidentally overheard a conversation between her and her private doctor.

“Miss Adriana, just like the last seven times, the abortion medication has been mixed into the milk.”