The 13th Call to My Husband at the Crematorium novel Chapter 7

After Caleb's parents passed away, Sophia took a large sum of money from my family and then dumped him.

His grades plummeted, and my parents watched it all unfold, helpless.

I volunteered to comfort him, stepping in to help him through the rough patch.

I started walking him to and from school, pretending to ask him for advice, hoping he'd talk.

I learned from Mr. Aiden's kids how to communicate with guys.

I secretly organized study groups that went late into the night to help him get back on track.

Eventually, Caleb pulled himself together and moved forward.

And along the way, I got drawn to him.

I fell for him—completely.

Our parents and friends all thought we were meant to be together.

We lived up to their expectations, became a couple, and eventually got married.

There were things Caleb didn't know—things Auntie had told him when she grabbed his hand.

She noticed the tension between us and told Caleb to appreciate me, to hold on to what was right in front of him.

But she didn't know, this was our story, not Caleb's version.

After Caleb launched his business successfully, things started to quietly shift.

Sophia returned to the States and became Caleb's personal assistant.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized how deeply I'd cared for him.

I watched Caleb vow to Mr. and Mrs. Aiden, promising to be good to me,

to start over with me, to live a life worthy of his parents' hopes and dreams.

I felt no stir in my heart, just a smile in response.

I was grateful for their visit, grateful for their care.

But when it came to their expectations, all I could do was shake my head.

All I wanted now was a quick divorce.