Love Returns to the Sea — Novel

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Her life once revolved around the hope of motherhood, battling through countless IVF attempts, only to find herself alone in a marriage crumbling under the weight of betrayal. Felicia is pregnant, but the excitement of new beginnings is overshadowed by her husband Troy’s infidelity. As he toasts anniversaries with his secretary, Felicia faces an impossible decision: to hold on to the dream she fought so hard for or to let go of the man who has turned her world upside down.

With a flight booked back to Chicago, Felicia grapples with the past and the painful reality of her present. When Troy unexpectedly returns one stormy night, claiming concern for her fear of thunder, she is reminded of the countless times he left her alone in the dark, both physically and emotionally. Can a marriage built on shattered trust be salvaged? Or is it time for Felicia to reclaim her identity and step into a future without him?

As the storm rages outside, so does the tempest within her. With unanswered questions echoing in her mind, she must decide if love can truly return to the sea—or if it's time to sail away for good.

Love Returns to the SeaChapter 1

My husband had oligospermia and after more than ten attempts at IVF, I finally got pregnant.

While I was hugging the toilet and vomiting due to morning sickness, he was celebrating a three-year anniversary with his secretary.

The secretary posted a WhatsApp status of my husband carefully slicing her steak: [The boss is so caring ... I'll work for him until I die …]

Suppressing my nausea, I liked the post and soon his call came through, "What's your problem now? You can't do anything except throw up these days. All my daily needs are handled by Louise. You should be grateful she's easing your burden!"

I sneered, "Fine, I'll thank her later!"

"You weren't like this before! How can getting pregnant make you forget who you are?" After scolding me, my husband angrily hung up the phone.

I couldn't help but sigh. Yes, I've been away from home for so long, I've almost forgotten my own surname.

Picking up my phone, I dialed a number I hadn't contacted in years, "Charlie, book me a flight for tomorrow morning. I'm going back to Chicago."

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