Three Years of Marriage Ended In Failure — Novel

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Freya Parker thought she knew the meaning of heartbreak after three years of marriage, but when her husband, Marvin, coldly tosses her out for his rising star girlfriend, everything shatters. As she steps into a new apartment, the bitter taste of betrayal lingers, amplified by the chilling news of a terminal illness. What happens when the one person you thought would stand by you becomes a stranger, leaving you to navigate your darkest days alone?

With her past haunting her and the weight of a broken heart heavy on her shoulders, Freya grapples with the ghosts of her marriage. As she faces the reality of her diagnosis, the memories of happier times with Marvin flash before her eyes, taunting her with what once was. Can she find the strength to reclaim her life, or will the shadows of her former love consume her?

In a world that feels increasingly alien, Freya discovers unexpected connections and the resilience to confront the truth. As she battles both her illness and the ghosts of her past, will she rise from the ashes of her failed marriage, or will she be forever haunted by a love that turned to ash?

Three Years of Marriage Ended In Failure1

Three years into our marriage, I found myself embroiled in my first major argument with Marvin Bogart.

Enraged, he called me a lunatic and unceremoniously threw all my belongings out the door.

I bit my lip, staring at him. "I'm really leaving, won't you miss me?"

He sneered, "Only the ghosts will miss you."

I chuckled softly; yes, only the ghosts would miss me.

Soon, I would become one of them.

——

As I faced Marvin, I noticed a woman standing beside him, looking innocent and pitiful. It was none other than Sharon Norman, the rising star who had taken the entertainment world by storm.

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure. "Do you really want me to leave?" I asked, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

He pointed to the door, his expression cold and unyielding. "Yes. If you leave, don't bother coming back."

"Then let's just sign the divorce papers," I replied, pulling out the crumpled document from my bag. I smoothed it out with my fingers and held it out to him. He stared at the papers in disbelief, then back at me. "Say that again."