Buried Love Series Ashes of Regret (Sophia and Ryan)

BOOK1 Chapter7

Ethan, still suspicious, had his men search the entire mansion. They found nothing. Finally, he had no choice but to believe Ryan's lies and leave.

For a long time, Ryan didn't think about me. He called off the search after a few days. "If she wants to be gone, so be it. I'm better off without her nagging and scheming."

To celebrate their newfound freedom, Ryan and Linda opened a bottle of expensive wine and toasted to their future together.

I watched them, my spectral form filled with bitterness, as they drunkenly stumbled

towards each other. Linda giggled and nuzzled against Ryan. He stroked her hair, pulling her close.

"Ryan, after we get married, let's go to Hawaii for our honeymoon, okay?"

"Sure, baby. Wherever you want to go, we'll go."

Fight years ago, when Ryan and I were married, there was no honeymoon. He said he didn't like to travel. At the time, I didn't mind. We were married, and I thought we had forever to build our relationship and create memories. I was wrong.

Three days after our wedding, Ryan brought Linda to live in the mansion. He'd said she was the daughter of his father's friend, and she needed a place to stay temporarily.

That temporary stay lasted eight years.

Every anniversary, every birthday, every holiday, I would prepare a beautiful dinner, waiting for Ryan to come home. I would wait in vain. Linda always managed to steal him away. They went skiing, fishing, to the spa - they did everything a couple in love would do.

I would sit alone, watching the food grow cold, staring at my phone, waiting for a text

Buried Love Series Ashes of Regret

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that never came. My love for Ryan slowly withered and died, just like me.

Lhad finally decided to ask Ryan for a divorce. I had even had the papers drawn up. I was waiting for the right moment to talk to him, to tell him it was over.

Then, I found out I was pregnant.

"Mrs. Walker, you're three months pregnant. You need to avoid alcohol and take care

of yourself."

The doctor's words echoed in my ears, leaving me stunned. In eight years of marriage, Ryan had barely touched me.

Except for that one night.

He had stumbled into my room, drunk and aggressive. He kissed me forcefully, his hands gripping mine tightly. For a moment, I had seen a flicker of passion in his eyes, and I responded, trying to be a good wife. Then I heard his drunken mumble. "Linda... Linda..."

My eyes flew open. He had mistaken me for Linda.

I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. That night, I conceived.

Should I keep the baby? I wanted to wait for Ryan, to talk to him, to make a decision. together. If he wanted the baby, I would keep it. If not, I would have an abortion and file for divorce.

But that night, instead of a calm discussion, Ryan came home in a rage, beating me until I could barely breathe. That same night, Linda disappeared and returned the next day, claiming she had been assaulted.