Love Sank In Marriage — Novel

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In a world where love once flourished, Jane finds herself drowning in a sea of betrayal on what should have been a day of celebration. As she stares at the images of her husband Aaron, grinning alongside his high school sweetheart and their child, the facade of their marriage shatters. With every rehearsed dinner left untouched and every heartfelt gesture tossed aside, Jane grapples with the realization that she may never have been the priority in his life. Is it too late to reclaim her worth?

Caught in the web of Aaron's affection for another, Jane wrestles with anger, despair, and a growing resolve to finally break free. The echoes of laughter shared over dinner with Aaron's friends sting like icy daggers, each joke about their 'perfect family' a reminder of the love she yearns for but can no longer find. As tension mounts and the stakes rise, Jane must decide if she can summon the courage to break from the chains of a marriage that feels more like a prison than a partnership.

Can she find the strength to step into the unknown, or will she remain trapped in the shadows of a love that never truly belonged to her? The journey toward self-discovery is fraught with heartache, but sometimes, the hardest battles lead to the most profound transformations.

Love Sank In MarriageChapter 1

On our fifth wedding anniversary.

I reheated dinner three times. He never showed up.

But there he was, plastered all over my Facebook—his high school sweetheart by his side.

The post read: [The family I've always dreamed of.]

Aaron was there, clutching his old flame with one arm and our child with the other.

I couldn't help but comment: [What a charming little family!]

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Aaron's grin was full of smug satisfaction.

Tears welled up, and I quickly wiped them away.

I threw out all his favorite dishes—one after the other, right into the trash.

When Aaron finally stumbled in at dawn.

He whispered, "Honey, I'm starving."

I shifted away, "The leftovers were fed to the dog. Make your own food."

He reached out, but I pulled back before he could touch me.

Holding back his anger, he leaned in, "We had to be there—we're the godparents. And since you didn't come, I gave out an extra large envelope."

"The photos? Just us old friends goofing off. Don't think too much of it. If she and I were a thing, we'd probably have a second kid by now."

His excuses chilled me to the bone.

Five years in, and he's never really seen me as part of the family.

Not a single photo of us together.