His Mistress Had HIV,So He Locked His Ex-Wife in a Morgue — Novel

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In a world where love can turn bitter and betrayal cuts deep, Leonora finds herself at the center of a twisted game. Once married to Rhys Abbott, a man whose devotion now belongs to another, she thought her heartache ended with the divorce. But when she unexpectedly encounters Sophie, Rhys's new fiancée, in the very hospital where she works, old wounds are ripped wide open. Can she truly move on, or will the shadows of their past loom larger than ever?

As Sophie fights for her life on the operating table, the tension escalates. Every accusation hurled is a reflection of the pain they’ve both endured. Rhys, caught between two women, must confront the consequences of his choices. Is he the loving partner he appears to be, or just another player in a dangerous game? With the stakes higher than ever, Leonora must navigate a world filled with jealousy, ambition, and the desperate need for redemption.

Will Leonora reclaim her strength, or will the ghosts of her past bind her to a future she never wanted? In this gripping tale of love and revenge, nothing is as it seems, and every choice could lead to salvation or ruin.

His Mistress Had HIV,So He Locked His Ex-Wife in a MorgueChapter 1

The day I went into labor, Rhys Abbott was cheating on me.

Throughout my entire postpartum confinement, he jetted around the globe with that woman, showering her with every luxury money could buy.

When he finally returned, he brought me a divorce agreement.

"Sophie doesn't like being called a homewrecker all the time, so I need to end this marriage."

"Just sign it. I waited until your recovery period was over before giving this to you—consider that my courtesy."

"I don't want the child anyway. Keep her as a memento. Sophie will give me children later."

I didn't say a word. I picked up the pen and signed.

I couldn't afford to delay even a second longer—not when the man I truly loved was waiting for me.

Three months later, I was pulled from my own wedding by an emergency call from the hospital.

A female patient had ruptured her corpus luteum during particularly vigorous intercourse. Worse, because she'd been sleeping with multiple partners simultaneously, she'd developed severe complications requiring immediate surgery.

I pushed open the door to the operating room—and what a coincidence.