Divorced the CEO After His Mistress Killed My Father — Novel

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In a world where love and betrayal intertwine, Noreen Perez is forced to confront the shattered remnants of her past. Five years after losing her father, she finds herself standing at the grave that holds both their memories and the weight of a marriage built on fragile promises. When Ryan, her estranged husband, encounters Sandra—the woman who not only wrecked their lives but also took her father's life—Noreen's carefully constructed facade begins to crumble.

As Ryan rushes to comfort Sandra, a mix of anger and heartbreak swirls within Noreen. How can the man who once vowed to protect her fall so easily into the arms of the very person who tore their lives apart? With every secret glance and whispered confession, the tension mounts, leaving Noreen questioning everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and sacrifice.

Will she continue to live in the shadows of their past, or will she finally find the strength to reclaim her identity? As she grapples with the haunting memories of what was lost, Noreen must navigate a treacherous path where revenge, forgiveness, and the quest for her own happiness collide. In this gripping tale of love and loss, every decision could change the course of her life forever.

Divorced the CEO After His Mistress Killed My FatherChapter 1

Five years after Ryan Stephens came back to me, we went to visit my father's grave.

On our way out, I ran into Sandra Henson—the woman who'd wrecked my marriage and killed my father.

She stood hunched against the bitter wind, a few bundles of white chrysanthemums strapped to her back, hawking them to passersby.

Ryan's steps faltered for just a moment before he steered me away, his expression carefully blank.

But halfway home, he said he'd dropped something at the cemetery.

"It's freezing out there," he insisted. "Stay in the car. I'll go alone."

I followed him anyway.

I watched him unlock a bike-share with almost frantic haste, pedaling so fast the wheels practically sparked against the pavement.

I watched him run toward that hunched figure without a second's hesitation.

I watched him wrap the cashmere coat I'd just bought him around her shoulders.

And then they kissed—desperate, hungry, like two people trying to crawl inside each other's skin.

In that moment, I understood: a dog never changes its nature.

The marriage my father traded his life for had finally reached its end.

It was the coldest day Northbridge had seen all winter.