The Distance Between Us was His Closeness with His Sister — Novel

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In a world where love is forged in the fires of betrayal, Verity stands on the brink of liberation—ready to sever ties with the man she once believed could unlock his heart. After three tumultuous years with Tucker Afton, a race car driver with a past as jagged as the tracks he races on, she has finally summoned the courage to file for divorce. But freedom comes at a steep price, as Verity grapples with the haunting specter of loss and the betrayal lurking in her own home.

Just when she thinks she can escape the pain, she uncovers a secret that shatters her illusion of their bond—a photo of Tucker with Kelsey, his former foster sister and now her stepsister. The tenderness in his eyes that once made her heart race now feels like a dagger. As Verity prepares to leave for Canada, the weight of unspoken words and unresolved feelings hangs heavy in the air. Can she truly walk away from the man who once made her feel alive, or will the distance between them only deepen her longing?

In this gripping tale of love, loss, and the quest for identity, Verity must confront not only her husband’s past but also her own heart. Will she find the strength to embrace a future that isn't dictated by Tucker’s shadows? Or will she be forever haunted by the distance that was never really there?

The Distance Between Us was His Closeness with His SisterChapter 1

“You want to divorce Tucker?”

Hearing me bring up divorce again, my best friend laughed.

“So how long do you think you’ll last this time before you start talking to him again, huh?”

I tugged at the corner of my mouth.

“This time, I mean it.”

I’d been married to Tucker Afton for three long years. I’d loved him with all my stupid heart for ten.

Twice abandoned by his family, he’d learned early on to keep his guard up around anyone who tried to get close.

Knowing his past, I felt sorry for him. I wanted him to believe that someone could truly love him and never leave. And so I gave him more love than anyone should, trying to melt a heart that had been frozen for years.

And that’s why everyone assumed I could never, ever leave him.

But just three days ago, I watched it with my own eyes—without even looking at the documents, he signed our divorce papers.

Now, just one more week, and finally, I will be free. I’ll be leaving for Canada for further studies. And I swear to God that I will never allow myself to get close to that asshole again.

Little did my best friend know, three days ago, my grandma was critically ill.