My Husband's Lover Is the One Who Bullied Me — Novel

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In a world where love and betrayal intertwine, Joy finds herself at a crossroads, shattered by the man she once adored. As her pregnancy hangs in the balance, Bernard's betrayal cuts deeper than any knife. Instead of rushing to her side in her time of need, he chooses to comfort the very woman who once tormented her—Annika. With the stakes higher than ever, Joy is left grappling with the loss of her child and the man who promised to cherish her.

As memories of past torment resurface, Joy's heartache morphs into a fierce determination. Can she reclaim her strength from the ashes of betrayal? Or will she remain trapped in a cycle of pain and humiliation? Annika's presence looms large, a constant reminder of the cruelty Joy has endured, but also of the power dynamics that bind them.

With each confrontation, the tension escalates. Will Joy find her voice in a world that has silenced her, or will she succumb to the shadows of her past? In a tale where love is tested and loyalty is questioned, the journey ahead is fraught with emotional turmoil and hard-fought battles. Who will emerge victorious in a game of hearts, and at what cost?

My Husband's Lover Is the One Who Bullied Me1

During my pregnancy, I was burning with a fever, my temperature spiking to 102.2°F. Yet my husband, Bernard Larson, told me he was going on a business trip.

I begged him to buy me some medicine, but he coldly hung up the phone.

"If you're sick, go see a doctor. I'm busy. If I don't make money, how are you and the baby going to live?"

In the dead of night, I opened Twitter and saw a post from someone who had once bullied me.

The post read: [Someone who cares about you will rush to see you, even across an entire city.]

The image attached was of a hand holding a paper bag of medicine.

And that hand was wearing the watch I had given Bernard as an anniversary gift.

I stared at the phone, now disconnected, and felt my heart sink.

I tried calling Bernard again, but his phone was turned off.

Struggling to get up, I found the thermometer in the drawer. After checking my temperature, I realized it had climbed to 103.2°F.

I forced myself to stay upright and rummaged through the medicine cabinet. But after reading the labels, I found that none of the medications were safe for a pregnant woman.