For our wedding anniversary, I gifted him my Death — Novel

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In a world where love can turn deadly, Lauren Valeria finds herself at a crossroads—caught between the haunting memories of betrayal and the desperate need for freedom. After a near-fatal plunge into the icy depths of betrayal, she wakes in a sterile hospital room, haunted by the laughter of her husband Xander and her half-sister Nadia—a twisted duo who have turned her life into a cruel game. With every heartbeat echoing the loss of her child and her dignity, Lauren’s resolve hardens.

As she contemplates divorce, the stakes rise. Xander’s chilling indifference and Nadia’s venomous sweetness threaten to suffocate her. Can she truly escape the web of lies and reclaim her identity, or will she remain a pawn in their twisted romance? As secrets unravel and tensions flare, Lauren must confront her past and the family ties that bind her to a life she no longer recognizes.

What sacrifices will she make for freedom? And is her desire for a new beginning worth the cost of her old life? In a tale steeped in drama and betrayal, Lauren’s fight for survival may just lead her to a reckoning she never anticipated.

For Our Wedding Anniversary, I Gifted Him My DeathChapter 1

“Father, I’m ready now. Please arrange my marriage. I’m going to divorce my husband Xander.”

My voice cracked, but I kept my tone steady as I gripped the phone like it was the only thing tethering me to what little was left of me.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his tone sharp, biting like ice through the line. “You’re agreeing now to the marriage you rejected so stubbornly before? And divorcing Xander?”

I shut my eyes, pushing down the burn in my throat. “I changed my mind. I’m going to leave him. If you still want me as your daughter, if you still want me as your family, then pick me up. Erase my identity. Help me disappear. So I can be free.”

I hung up before I could hear the disappointment slide into his voice.

My hands trembled so badly I nearly dropped the phone. The hospital room was too bright, too white, the scent of antiseptic too clean to match the rot in my chest. I stared at the IV line snaking into my arm and felt the memory rise up like bile.

Three days ago, I was standing on a yacht off the coast of San Amaro. It was my husband Xander’s birthday party.

Nadia was also there. My half-sister. My husband’s mistress.