Bye, Husband. Hello, Freedom! — Novel

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In a world where betrayal runs deeper than blood, Alicia finds herself on the brink of a life-altering decision. With her divorce finalized in just five days, the weight of her past threatens to crush her spirit. After a devastating accident, where she lost not only her child but the remnants of her shattered marriage, Alicia is ready for freedom—but at what cost?

Haunted by memories of a love that turned toxic, she grapples with the painful truth of her identity. Swapped at birth, she was raised in the shadows of her sister Patricia, who effortlessly stepped into the life Alicia never knew belonged to her. Now, as the walls close in and the man she once adored reveals his true colors, Alicia must confront the lies that have defined her existence. Can she reclaim her life and find the strength to rise from the ashes, or will she remain a pawn in a game of power and deception?

As she prepares to break free, the question lingers: what happens when the fight for freedom collides with the fight for love? In this gripping tale of resilience, loyalty, and self-discovery, Alicia must decide who she truly wants to be.

Bye, Husband. Hello, Freedom!Chapter 1

The phone barely rang twice before my best friend Rain picked up.

"Rain," I whispered into the receiver, my voice barely holding steady. "I need your help. My divorce will be finalized in five days. Can you come pick me up then?"

There was a pause, and then the sound of shuffling. “Wait, what? Divorce?” her voice rose sharply. “Alicia, finally! You’ve come to your senses. I told you—you don’t deserve that bastard.”

A bitter laugh escaped me. “Yeah… I didn’t.”

Denver had stopped deserving me a long time ago. But still, this decision didn’t come easy.

Not until the accident. Not until I lost our baby.

It happened two weeks ago. I was behind the wheel with my adopted sister Patricia in the passenger seat, and I’d had a glass of wine—just one, not even enough for me to be drunk. Still, I didn’t want to drive that day, but Patricia had forced me to do it. And that’s when everything changed. A car bumped into us, too late for me to even turn to save ourselves.

When I woke up in the hospital, I was told two things.

One: Patricia had a fractured leg and a broken arm, but she’d recover.