You're Only Worth Being Pitied, Ex-Husband — Novel

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In a world where wealth and power dictate every relationship, Marylin Graham finds herself trapped in a marriage built on a staggering three hundred million-dollar investment. But when her newlywed husband, Darrick Calderon, rushes to the aid of his former lover during their wedding reception, the façade of their union begins to crack. As whispers circulate in the elite circles of Bridgit, Marylin must grapple with the consequences of a love dictated by money and obligation.

With Darrick torn between loyalty and resentment, the stakes rise higher than the family name at risk. When an unexpected message threatens to unravel everything, Marylin realizes that her second chance at the wedding day may not be just about reclaiming her husband, but redefining her worth. Who holds the true power in a relationship steeped in betrayal and desperation?

As the tension between them escalates, Marylin must decide: will she continue to play the victim, or will she seize control of her own destiny? In a game where hearts are on the line, can love truly conquer all, or is it merely a currency to be exchanged?

You're Only Worth Being Pitied, Ex-HusbandChapter 1

I traded three hundred million in investments for a night of passion with Darrick Calderon.

Two months into my pregnancy, Calderon Family finally agreed to give me a wedding.

At the reception, Darrick received an urgent call from the hospital—his former love had overdosed on sleeping pills after a failed investment.

He rushed to leave, but I stopped him by saying, "I have invested three hundred million to have you, Darrick.”

“If you dare leave, I guarantee the Calderon Family will be expelled from Bridgit's elite circles tomorrow!"

He was forced to stay and marry me, but his heart was filled with resentment.

Immediately after the ceremony, Darrick packed his bags and moved to the hospital. He missed every single one of my seven prenatal checkups.

On the day I went into labor, my water broke as I collapsed in a downpour. But Darrick cruelly hung up all 99 of my calls.

As I bled profusely on the operating table, he posted this on his social media, [Thank God, you're okay. I'll never let go of your hand again.]

I died on the operating table, filled with resentment.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on our wedding day.

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