After I Died, My Husband Locked His First Love in a Water Dungeon — Novel

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In a world where love turns toxic and betrayal lurks in every shadow, Isabel Jackson finds herself locked in a water dungeon, punished for a crime she didn’t commit. Her husband, Oliver Wood, has traded compassion for cruelty, believing her to be the architect of his first love’s misfortune. As Isabel clings to the hope of seeing her child safely born, she faces the chilling reality of her husband's twisted devotion to Anne, the woman whose very existence has condemned her.

Caught in a web of jealousy and obsession, Isabel's plea for mercy falls on deaf ears. Oliver's cold heart only warms in the presence of Anne, leaving Isabel to languish in darkness. Will the love she once cherished ever return, or has it transformed into something irreparably broken? As Isabel grapples with her grim fate, she must confront not only the depths of her husband’s betrayal but also the haunting question: can love survive when it’s drowned in despair?

As the water rises and Isabel's strength wanes, the stakes grow impossibly high. In a tale woven with drama and intrigue, will Isabel rise from the depths of her anguish, or will she be forever lost in the shadows of her husband’s heart?

After I Died, My Husband Locked His First Love in a Water DungeonChapter 1

After my husband's first love accidentally fell into the water, in a fit of rage, he locked me in the water dungeon!

"Anne was in the water for ten minutes, so you should stay in there for a whole week!"

It was in the dead of winter and I stood there shivering with cold, clutching my pregnant belly. I was crying and begging, “As long as I can safely give birth, I’m willing to take my own life afterward!”

But my husband only sneered. “Don’t use the baby to threaten me. Only after you’ve suffered enough will you finally be sensible.”

He didn't allow anyone to care for me and took his first love abroad to relax.

I cried out in despair, begging for mercy, wanting to die with the child!

A week later, my husband, Oliver Wood, finally returned from his trip and casually ordered, “Let that slut out. Though she’s troublesome and dramatic, she’s still my wife and I can’t bear to keep her locked up forever.”

He didn't know that my beauty had already turned into dry bones. In the fifth year since he hoped I would die, I was finally died!

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