After Seven Years of Suffering, I Finally Broke Free — Novel

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In a world where love can turn to betrayal in the blink of an eye, Lydia Sinclair finds herself at a crossroads. After pouring her heart and soul into a seven-year relationship, she stands in a wedding dress that feels more like a prison than a promise. Just as she readies herself for what she believes is her future, the man she loves rushes off to comfort his first love, leaving her questioning everything she thought they shared.

As Lydia navigates the shards of her shattered dreams, she is confronted by Emily, the very woman who has slipped back into Frederick's life. Emily, fragile and vulnerable, seeks solace in the arms of the man Lydia thought she knew. How can Lydia compete with the haunting memories of a shared past? Each day, the house she once called home fills with Emily's laughter and Frederick's tender care, while Lydia's presence fades to that of a ghost.

With every passing moment, the boundaries of heartbreak and resilience blur. Will Lydia reclaim her identity from the ruins of her relationship, or will she remain a spectator in her own life? As she grapples with her emotions, one thing becomes clear: breaking free may be just the beginning of a much more complex journey.

After Seven Years of Suffering, I Finally Broke FreeChapter 1

The moment I pulled back the curtain to try on the wedding dress, Frederick Shaw answered his phone—with his first love.

He stood with his back to me, whispering words of comfort into the receiver for half an hour.

The shop assistant awkwardly complimented me on how beautiful I looked.

I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing the white wedding dress, and felt like a clown.

Half an hour later, Frederick turned around, without so much as a glance at me, and said,

"Emily’s having a breakdown; she’s threatening to jump off a building. I have to go."

"You can choose the dress. Don’t try to save money."

I didn’t look at him either and removed my veil in front of the mirror.

"Go ahead."

Anyway, this is the last time I’ll wear a wedding dress for him.

——

Frederick left in a hurry.

He didn’t even notice his car keys had fallen on the carpet; the shop assistant had to pick them up and run after him to hand them over.

The fitting room was empty except for rows of expensive gowns hanging silently.

The sales assistant asked cautiously, "Ms. Sinclair, are you… satisfied with this? Mr. Shaw might have something urgent."