After I Left, They All Regretted It — Novel

About

In a world where love turns to bitterness and loyalty fractures under pressure, Sophia Carter’s life spirals into chaos when her husband, Daniel, brings his secretary to their daughter’s birthday party. As her heart breaks over the betrayal, the echoes of a cherished melody—once a symbol of their love—now haunt her, especially when their daughter, Emma, dedicates it to a woman who seems to have taken her place. Can a mother’s love survive when her own child turns against her, declaring a preference for the woman who has become a surrogate mother?

With divorce looming and her family unraveling, Sophia struggles to reclaim her identity amidst the suffocating expectations of her in-laws and the betrayal of those she once trusted. As tensions rise, she’s faced with a choice: fight for a family that no longer wants her or embark on a journey of self-discovery that could lead to healing—or further heartbreak. Will she find the strength to stand tall, or will she be swallowed by the very grief that threatens to define her? In the depths of despair, could freedom come at an unexpected cost?

After I Left, They All Regretted ItChapter 1

At my daughter’s birthday party, my husband didn’t even notify me—instead, he showed up with his secretary.

He said I looked sloppy, nothing like a proper mother, and that if people saw me, they would laugh at our daughter.

For the sake of Emma’s social image, I swallowed my anger.

But just a few days later, at Emma’s award ceremony, I watched my five-year-old daughter play Dreams of Love on the piano and dedicate it to her “aunt.”

“This piece is for Daddy and Aunt Chloe,” Emma said.

That very same piece was the one Daniel Carter used to play for me every day when he was courting me.

At that moment, I felt an emptiness so sharp that I brought up divorce.

Daniel looked at me in disbelief.

“Just because of one song, you want to leave me and our daughter?”

“Yes. Just because of one song.”

…

As soon as the words left my lips, Daniel slammed the table hard.

He had always been a workaholic, never having time for me.

Even when I brought up divorce, he discussed it with me while half-absorbed in a business meeting.

“Are you done yet? Every time I’m at my busiest, instead of helping me, you dump a pile of problems on me.”