She Called Me Crazy,After Stealing My Child — Novel

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In a world where love once thrived, Roland Harding stands on the precipice of heartbreak, grappling with the wreckage of his seven-year marriage. His wife, Ida, once his confidante and partner, has shattered their life together with betrayal, leaving behind a trail of broken promises and a bitter realization that the trust they built is gone. As he faces the stark choice of letting go or fighting for a love that feels more like a distant memory, Roland is haunted by the remnants of their shared past.

But can he truly walk away? The emotional scars run deep, and each moment of clarity pulls him back into the chaos of their life. With every text from Ida and every memory that surfaces, the stakes rise higher. Will he succumb to the familiar pull of her vulnerability, or will he summon the strength to break free from the cycle of pain? As the tension mounts, Roland must navigate a minefield of emotions and revelations that threaten to consume him.

In a gripping tale of love, loss, and the quest for self-worth, Roland discovers that sometimes, the hardest battles are fought not with fists but with the heart. Will he find the courage to reclaim his life, or will he remain trapped in a web of deceit?

She Called Me Crazy,After Stealing My ChildChapter 1

It was past midnight, and my wife was late coming home from work again.

She saw me sitting alone in the living room and handed me her phone without being asked.

"Go ahead. Check it."

"The passcode is your birthday."

Then she walked straight to the bathroom to shower.

I stared at the phone on the table and let out a bitter half-smile.

What was the point of checking? Even if I went through it a hundred times, it wouldn't matter.

She'd already wiped it clean.

A little while later, Ida Matthews came out of the shower and wrapped her arms around me tightly.

"See? Nothing there. I told you—you can trust me."

I lifted my head and caught sight of the thin scratch marks along the back of her neck.

My lips curled into something cold and mocking.

I didn't lose my temper.

I just pushed her away, calmly.

"Let's get a divorce, Ida."

I was done living like this.

——

The air went still for a few seconds.

Then came the sharp crack of something breaking.

Ida had knocked the vase off the side table.

That vase was the first thing we'd ever bought together—picked out at IKEA during our first year of marriage.