Divorce on New Year’s Eve,My Husband’s Mistress Gave Him HIV — Novel

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In a blizzard that blankets the world outside, Lottie Dickerson's life shatters in an instant. Expecting a quiet New Year’s Eve, she instead finds her husband, Ray, entwined with another woman—Ruth, the very person who once tormented him. The atmosphere thickens with tension as Lottie steps into the chaos of family loyalty, betrayal, and the chilling realization that she’s been replaced.

As secrets unfold and accusations fly, Lottie fights to reclaim her dignity in a home that feels more foreign with each passing moment. Ray's cold demeanor and the warmth he lavishes on Ruth cut deeper than the freezing temperatures outside. What happens when the love you thought was unbreakable is suddenly overshadowed by betrayal? With every meal shared and every glance exchanged, Lottie struggles against the painful truth that her marriage may be over, but her fight is just beginning.

What will it take for Lottie to confront the lies that have woven themselves into the fabric of her life? As the countdown to a new year begins, so does the countdown to her freedom. Will she rise from the ashes of this betrayal, or will she be left to navigate a world filled with heartbreak and loss?

Divorce on New Year’s Eve,My Husband’s Mistress Gave Him HIVChapter 1

This year, my husband claimed he had a business trip and couldn't come home for New Year's Eve.

He insisted I go celebrate with my own family instead.

But a blizzard grounded all flights.

So I turned back toward his parents' house, planning to surprise them for the holiday.

When I pulled up outside with a car full of gifts, I heard laughter and clinking glasses from inside—a full-blown celebration.

"Daughter-in-law, eat more! Your mother-in-law made this whole spread just for you."

Then I heard my husband's voice: "Mom and Dad have been waiting all year for you to come home."

My body went rigid. My hands and feet turned to ice. My mind went blank.

I couldn't stop myself—I kicked the door open.

And there was my husband, the one supposedly away on business, with his arms wrapped around a young woman.

They looked comfortable together. Intimate. Like lovers who'd been together for years.

——

The air left my lungs. The scene before me was a knife twisting in my chest.

For a long moment, I couldn't breathe.

Then I forced it all down. Forced myself to stay calm.

"Mom, Dad, Ray—I'm home."