Divorced Three Years, Still Estranged — Novel

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Three years after their divorce, Sophia Carter is confronted with a past she thought she’d buried. The whispers of high school classmates at her reunion unearth not just memories, but the shocking truth of her ex-husband’s life as a supposed widower. Daniel Hughes, once her first love and now a financial icon, has woven a narrative that leaves everyone—including Sophia—wondering: what really happened between them?

As she navigates the awkward glances and hushed conversations, Sophia grapples with the remnants of a love story that seemed destined for greatness. Was their marriage truly just a fleeting moment in time, or are the bonds they forged—now frayed—still worth salvaging? With rumors swirling about Daniel’s devotion, she must confront the lingering feelings that resurface with every mention of his name.

The stakes rise when she discovers the truth behind Daniel's public facade and the reality of his life without her. Can Sophia untangle the web of their shared history and the secrets that threaten to pull them back together? Or will she find the strength to finally let go and forge her own path? In a world where love and betrayal intertwine, every choice could lead to a new beginning—or a heartbreaking end.

Divorced Three Years, Still EstrangedChapter 1

At my high school reunion, everyone looked at me as if they had seen a ghost.

“Sophia Carter? Didn’t your husband say he was widowed—that you died three years ago?!”

I froze in place.

My husband works overseas with Doctors Without Borders. They don’t know him, and there’s no way they could have contacted him. Unless… I frowned.

“Which husband are you talking about?”

The class president’s face went pale, her voice trembling.

“Who else? Daniel Hughes!”

“Oh.” My tone was flat. “He’s my ex-husband.”

Daniel Hughes was my first love.

We were together for ten years, but only married for three months before divorcing.

Because of me, his assistant jumped from a building and broke her leg.

He said he had to pay my debt by taking care of her for the rest of her life—and demanded that I disappear forever.

I was certain—the widow he claimed to be wasn’t me.

The class president’s expression turned horrified, her words stumbling.

“Sophia, are you human or a ghost? I’d rather believe you’re a ghost than believe you two actually divorced!”

“Why can’t we get divorced?” I asked calmly.