The Sleeping Beauty Was Just His Stand-In So I Let Her Go — Novel

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In a world where loyalty teeters on the edge of a knife, Chris's life unravels on his mother's birthday when he discovers his wife, Olivia, wrapped in a scandalous display at a restaurant opening. With laughter ringing in his ears and the weight of disbelief pressing down, he finds himself torn between saving his mother and confronting the shocking choice Olivia has made for the sake of a man who holds her heart captive.

What drives a woman to degrade herself for someone else, and how far will Chris go to rescue the only family he has left? As tensions flare and trust shatters, lines are drawn, and betrayals become impossible to ignore. Olivia's obsession with Spencer Delgado threatens to consume them all, but can love survive when the stakes are this high?

With his mother's life hanging in the balance, Chris is forced to confront the woman he thought he knew, and the choices she makes may change everything. Will he fight for a love that seems lost, or will he finally let go? In a dance of desperation and desire, the question remains: how do you reclaim a heart that has already chosen another?

The Sleeping Beauty Was Just His Stand-In So I Let Her GoChapter 1

On my mother's birthday, I couldn't reach my wife, no matter how many times I called.

Resigned, I took my mother to a popular sushi restaurant. The moment we stepped inside, a roar of cheers hit us like a wall. Men crowded the central counter, necks craning, eyes locked on something at the center of the room.

They weren't looking at sashimi.

They were devouring the woman beneath it.

Our relatives, who had joined us for the celebration, pushed through the crowd to see what the commotion was about. My uncle's voice cut through the noise—a furious bellow aimed directly at me.

"Chris! Get over here and drag your wife away!"

"This is absolutely depraved! She's corrupting public morals!"

My mother and I shoved our way forward. My heart stopped.

The "sleeping beauty" serving as the human platter was my wife.

Olivia Swanson.

My mother's face drained of color. She grabbed Olivia's arm and yanked her upright. "Olivia Swanson, have you no shame?"

I tore off my jacket and threw it over her exposed body. Instead of gratitude, a sharp slap cracked across my face.