Seven Years of Love Gone Down the Drain — Novel

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In the tangled web of love and betrayal, Thalia Draven finds herself at a crossroads. After seven years of marriage, her husband Caelan's heart seems to beat only for his first love, Selene. As Thalia grapples with the heartbreak of a recent miscarriage, she is blindsided by a social media post that shatters her world—one that reveals Caelan's unwavering affection for Selene, a love that has always lurked in the shadows of their marriage.

With her patience worn thin and her heart heavy, Thalia confronts the reality of their crumbling relationship. Can she reclaim her sense of self after sacrificing everything for a man who has turned his back on their vows? As she prepares to file for divorce, the emotional stakes rise. Caelan, caught between duty and desire, struggles to comprehend Thalia's resolve. Is there any way to mend the fractures in their once strong bond, or is it too late for love to flourish in a garden of betrayal?

As tensions flare and secrets unravel, Thalia must decide: can she break free from the chains of a love that feels more like a prison? Or will the past's lingering shadows pull her back into a cycle of heartache? In this gripping tale of love gone awry, nothing is ever as it seems, and every choice could lead to a new beginning—or a devastating end.

Seven Years of Love Gone Down the DrainChapter 1

Married for seven years, I carried Caelan Draven for ten long months.

As the production neared, his first love posted a photo of them on social media. They hugged tightly, a baby pacifier between them, with the caption, [Looking forward to the arrival of new life!]

I was fuming and could hardly wait to give birth.

On the brink of collapse, his frown was unmistakable when I called to ask where he was.

"Thalia, must you not cause any trouble at the moment? Selene is in the hospital and needs my help!"

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The call ended abruptly.

As soon as I lay in the hospital bed, I stared at the wedding ring on my finger, a symbol of love now feeling like a cruel joke.

Thankfully, the last trace of him had also vanished.

I opened Caelan's chat, typed “Let’s get a divorce,” sent it and then wiped all his contact details from my phone.

Right after, I walked down the street, watching the loving couples around me, feeling confused.

When I promised Caelan I would tie the knot with him, I believed he was mine forever.

Yet, we had gone from joy to disdain in seven short years.

I had changed far too much in these years just to adjust to him.