When My Mother Died, My Wife Was With Her Ex — Novel

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In the aftermath of a devastating loss, Nash finds himself grappling with grief and betrayal. As his mother lies in the ICU, his wife Morgana chooses to spend the night with her past love, Evren, leaving Nash to face the harsh reality of solitude. The weight of her absence is palpable, and as family and friends gather, their whispered judgments only deepen his despair. How can he reconcile the love he once knew with the painful truth that unfolds before him?

As Morgana returns, her intentions blur amidst the tension of their strained relationship. With every laugh shared between her and Evren, Nash feels the cracks in their marriage widen. He struggles to hold onto the fragments of the love he cherished, even as Morgana dismisses his hurt with indifference. Will he find the strength to confront his feelings, or will he resign himself to a painful existence filled with secrets and unfulfilled promises?

In a world where loyalty is tested and love is overshadowed by betrayal, Nash must navigate the treacherous waters of heartbreak. Can he reclaim his identity, or will he be forever haunted by a love that feels increasingly out of reach? The journey to self-discovery is fraught with challenges, as the past and present collide in unexpected ways.

When My Mother Died, My Wife Was With Her ExChapter 1

On New Year’s Eve, my mother suddenly suffered a heart attack and was rushed into the ICU for emergency treatment.

I immediately called my wife, but the person who picked up was her first love. His tone was mocking.

“She’s making New Year’s Eve dinner for me. Is there something you need?”

I paused for a moment, then let out a faint smile. “Nothing. Happy New Year to you both.”

Half an hour later, my wife called back.

“Hubby, Evren Hansley was all alone and feeling down. I’m just having New Year’s Eve dinner with him. I’ll be home soon.”

I replied calmly, “Alright.”

But there was no need for her to come back. She could stay with him, for good.

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The light outside the operating room stayed lit. I leaned tiredly against the wall, clutching my phone in silence.

One by one, relatives and friends arrived.

“Nash, how’s your mom?”

“What did the doctor say?”

“Where’s Morgana Hayes? Why didn’t she come with you?”

I lowered my head, unable to answer.

After my mother was brought in, the doctors issued a critical condition notice right away.

I watched as doctor after doctor filed into the operating room, yet not a single one came back out.

And Morgana?