Forced Love, I Don't Want It Anymore — Novel

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In a world where love morphs into a weapon, Ada finds herself trapped in a marriage that feels more like a prison. After a devastating tragedy, her husband David’s callousness shatters her heart, revealing the ugly truth behind their union. As his obsession with his mistress Freya spirals out of control, Ada is left questioning everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and family.

What happens when the lines between obligation and desire blur? With her mother’s tragic death weighing heavily on her conscience, Ada decides to take a stand, confronting the man who once promised to protect her but now only brings pain. Can she find the strength to sever the ties that bind her to a man who has never truly loved her? Or will David’s manipulative charm keep her shackled to a life of torment?

As Ada navigates her shattered dreams and the complexities of a new life, she must uncover the truth about her past and her future. In a tale of betrayal, heartbreak, and the quest for self-worth, can Ada finally reclaim her identity before it’s too late?

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My husband, David Federer, had my mother, Fiona Miller, brave the pouring rain to buy sanitary pads for his beloved, Freya Fox.

Tragically, Fiona slipped and fell on her way, and a speeding car took her life.

In her final moments, she clutched that bag of pads tightly.

I was shattered and dialed David's number over and over, desperation clawing at me.

Finally, when he picked up, his voice was laced with rage. "What the hell? Why is your mom taking so long to grab a simple thing? Freya's waiting for them! You need to hurry her up!"

That was the last straw.

Heartbroken and disillusioned, I decided to file for divorce.

But when I told him, he broke down, pleading with me not to leave.

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I followed the will and buried Fiona alongside my father, Vincent Miller.

For three straight days, David, my husband, didn't bother to call.

After relentless phone calls on my part, he finally blocked me.

At that moment, I knew I was done with him for good.

I drafted the divorce agreement and waited for him at home, expecting him to show up.

Finally, just after midnight, David walked in.