Love is Wrong, Only Letting Go — Novel

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Cheryl Rivers thought she knew the depths of betrayal, but nothing could prepare her for the day her husband, Thomas, brought his first love back into their lives—hand in hand, in front of their family. Years of silent devotion crumbled in an instant, igniting a fierce determination within her to reclaim her identity. Faced with an ultimatum that demanded she take the blame for a loveless marriage, Cheryl stands at a crossroads. Should she continue to play the dutiful wife, or is it finally time to carve out her own path, even if it means risking everything?

As she navigates the treacherous waters of her shattered marriage and the relentless grip of the Rivers family, the stakes escalate. Each interaction with Thomas drips with tension, a constant reminder of what was and what can never be. Will Cheryl find the strength to let go and embrace a future that is truly her own? Or will the past continue to haunt her as she battles against the very love that once consumed her?

In a world where loyalty is twisted into a weapon, and love morphs into a bitter debt, Cheryl must decide what it truly means to let go—before it’s too late.

Love is Wrong, Only Letting GoChapter 1

For five years of marriage, every time Thomas and I were intimate, he would go off afterward to apologize to his "one true love."

I saw it all but never stopped him.

Then, at a family gathering, he showed up holding that woman’s hand. To prove his love for her, he publicly forced me to take a contraceptive pill.

That was the breaking point. For the first time, I, a filial daughter-in-law of the Rivers Family, stood up for myself.

"Let’s divorce. If you stay with me, you’ll be buying me pills for the rest of your life. My body can’t take it anymore."

My mother-in-law caught the meaning behind my words. She slapped him across the face and, in front of everyone, ordered him to go upstairs with me to “make a baby.”

But I never let him touch me again.

Part 1

Downstairs, lively atmosphere had returned.

Thomas came out of the shower reluctantly, tossed off his robe and waited for me on the bed.

“Cheryl, you must be thrilled right now,” he sneered.

I said nothing. Instead, I handed him the divorce papers.

“Sign these and you can go book hotel rooms with Jessica as openly as you like.”