Seven Years of Devotion: He Left Me to Die, I Left Him for Good

From the back cover

On the seventh anniversary of my marriage, I, Clara Hart, received two "gifts."

One was an urgent alert from the embassy-armed conflict in Arkania was imminent, and all citizens were advised to evacuate immediately.

The other was a message from my husband, Adrian Foster, "Pack your things. Wait for me downstairs. Ten minutes."

I quickly packed an emergency kit and rushed downstairs.

People around me were already evacuating in a panic, yet Adrian was nowhere to be seen.

I called him, my voice trembling, only to be met with a cold, clipped response.

"The car's packed with confidential company documents. There's no room left. Sophie has a severe fear of war. I need to get her out first."

My blood ran cold. "What about me?" I asked, barely believing what I was hearing.

Adrian clicked his tongue impatiently. "Clara, stop being so dramatic. Just take the embassy bus. It's the same."

Explosions thundered in the distance, shattering everything I had believed in over the past seven years. Whatever love had once existed between us crumbled to dust.

I stopped waiting. Slinging the emergency pack over my shoulder, I turned and walked away into the chaos of war.