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Unwanted Wife, Unbreakable Spirit

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 788    |    Released on: 10/07/2025

the bedroom door even slammed shut. It was a f

is eyes, dark and unfocused, scanned the room until they landed on her. A slow, almost

ached for her, his large hands gripping her should

and demanding, tasting of whiskey

gh her chest. This had been her life for five years. She was a g

hest, her voice cold and

pulled back, his eyes narrowing as he finally focused on her f

e like a curse. "Of co

e flat. "Olivia is the one who left

ring frame casting a long shadow over her. "Don't you dare say her name.

rown at her a thousand times. She was tired of

, Ethan?" she asked, her

go? I'll keep tormenting you, Ava. Every

didn't do?" She looked up at him, her heart a shattered mess. "You say you love her, but you marrie

ompare yourself to her? Olivia is a thous

she stumbled back, hit

s voice dripping with venom. "No one dese

ave, his hand o

evotion, five years of a torturous marriage-it

efore he could react, she pressed her lips against his, a kiss

hispered against his mouth. "Th

to his usual, brutal anger. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as his

her bruised and exhausted on the bed. The roo

cold emptiness. The love she had held for h

deliberate. She looked at him, her

al," she said, h

ng heavily, looked a

her back. And in return, you give me a divorce. We se

ng calm. He had expected tears, pleading, anything

find her when I cou

peated, her tone leavin

a again overriding his skepticism. He believed it was an em

ce cold. "You find Olivia,

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Unwanted Wife, Unbreakable Spirit
Unwanted Wife, Unbreakable Spirit
“The heavy scent of alcohol was always the first sign. For five years, I' d been a ghost in my own marriage, a stand-in for a woman who vanished. Then, my husband, Ethan, stumbled in, saw me, and murmured a name that wasn't mine. "Olivia." His kiss, rough and demanding, tasted of whiskey and a longing not meant for me. I pushed him away. "I'm not Olivia." His brief warmth vanished, replaced by chilling disgust. "Ava," he spat, "It's always you." He shoved me hard, threatening to torment me until his "true love" returned, even forcing birth control to prevent our child. I finally snapped. I lunged at him, a desperate, self-destructive challenge. "You want to torment me? Then do it. Fulfill your promise." An hour later, I lay bruised, my two decades of love for him turned to bitter ash. With cold determination, I proposed a deal: I'd find Olivia, and he'd grant me a divorce, severing all ties. A month later, a flimsy tip led me to a dive bar. There, I heard a voice – Olivia's. And Brenda's. Her mother. "He's still obsessed, Mom. He's been looking for me for five years." Olivia, who had supposedly been mute since childhood, was speaking. Perfectly. They were conning him, planning to claim his fortune. Rage surged through me. I had to warn Ethan. But when I burst into his office, he slapped me, showing a text from Olivia: "Ethan, help me. Ava has me locked up. I'm scared." He believed her. He dragged me to the bar, where Olivia, now feigning a wheelchair, buried her face in his chest, making him angrier. Another brutal slap. "I'm going to make you pay." Two men emerged, claiming I had held Olivia captive. "Shut her up," Ethan snarled, picking up a steel pipe. He broke my legs, then tossed the pipe aside, saying, "Crawl back to the mansion. The divorce papers will be waiting for you." I cursed him. I lost consciousness. I woke to Dr. Liam Miller, my loyal friend. He revealed I was six weeks pregnant. With his child. The irony shattered me. I wanted an abortion, but my injuries made it too dangerous. I made Liam promise to never tell Ethan. He agreed.”