Happy Divorce, My Husband! — Novel

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Doris thought she had sacrificed everything for love, but on her 48th birthday, the truth hits harder than a slap. Once the cherished daughter of a mafia king, she now finds herself trapped in a gilded cage, invisible to the family she built and to the man who promised her the world. As laughter and joy fill the halls of her home, she stands unnoticed, a ghost haunting her own life, longing for the love that once burned bright but has all but fizzled into resentment.

When the laughter of her family fades into the night, Doris is left with the remnants of shattered dreams and a suitcase filled with memories. Elizabeth, her sister-in-law and the embodiment of everything Doris has lost, waltzes in and out of her life like a breath of fresh air, while Doris is suffocated by the weight of her own existence. But when betrayal strikes at the heart of her home, will Doris finally reclaim her voice? Can she break free from the chains of obligation and rediscover the fire within?

As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, Doris must confront her past and decide what she truly deserves. Will she remain the ghost, or will she rise from the ashes of her former self?

Happy Divorce, My Husband!Chapter 1

I was supposed to be the ghost in the house.

I never asked for jewels. Never asked for roses. Just one promise. One damn promise.

A cruise.

Edmund had said it back when he still had a soul. “One day, when we're rich,” he whispered into my hair, “I'll take you around the world, baby. Just us.”

That was before the money. Before the empire. Before I became his wife in name, and his maid in practice.

And today’s my 48th birthday. No one ever greeted me. No cake, no candles.

And I thought maybe—just maybe—it could be mine.

I brought it up after dinner. He was still in his chair, polishing his pistol with that same old cloth like it was a sacred ritual. The flatscreen TV was playing some old Western no one was watching. My heart was pounding harder than it should’ve been.

“Do you remember what you told me… on my 18th birthday?” I asked quietly.

He didn’t look up. “Which part?”

“That we’d travel. See the world together. You said once the business settled and our boy was grown… we’d go. On a cruise. Just us.”