My Wicked Wife Tried to Kill Me, So I Exposed Her Secrets in Public — Novel

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In a world where love once blossomed, Neil Guzman finds himself on the brink of destruction. After a decade of marriage, a seemingly trivial incident—a salted egg croissant—unleashes a torrent of hidden resentments and unspoken truths. As Neil coldly declares his desire for divorce in front of shocked family and friends, the facade of their perfect life shatters. But what lies beneath the surface of this tumultuous marriage?

Cynthia, once devoted and nurturing, is left scrambling to salvage what remains of their relationship, her tears revealing the depths of her desperation. As accusations fly and familial loyalties are tested, Neil grapples with the fallout of his decision. Is he truly ready to sever ties with the woman who stood by him through his darkest moments? With their lives entangled in a web of secrets and expectations, can either of them navigate the storm without losing everything?

As the clock ticks down to a public showdown, Neil must confront not only his wife's past sacrifices but also the demons lurking within himself. What will he discover in the chaos of their unraveling love story? And at what cost will he uncover the truth?

My Wicked Wife Tried to Kill Me, So I Exposed Her Secrets in PublicChapter 1

After ten years together, this was the first time my wife ignored my allergies and still bought a salted egg croissant.

I lay awake the entire night thinking of it. By the next day, when we went to my in-laws' house to deliver Thanksgiving gifts, I finally asked for a divorce in front of everyone.

They were all surprised.

My wife slammed a plate of food in my face and yelled, "Just because I bought the wrong croissant, you want a divorce? Isn't that ridiculous?"

Ignoring the food dripping from my face, I replied coldly, "Don't you dream every day that a man who eats salted egg yolk croissants has good taste? Well, I'm granting your wish now!"

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"Neil Guzman! Do you have no shame? We've been together for ten years and you want to divorce me just because I bought the wrong flavor of croissant?"

Cynthia's voice was hoarse as she questioned, her eyes already red with tears.

"What? Isn't one time enough?" I sneered, tossing out the divorce agreement I had prepared. "Sign it and we'll go to City Hall today."