Where The Honeymoon Ended

Synopsis

My husband promised me a belated honeymoon, a second chance at bliss. But because of a single complaint from his "close friend," he abandoned me in a layover country engulfed in violent chaos. "Since you clearly can't stand Sarah, you can stay here alone." Amidst the rubble, with gunfire and explosions ringing in my ears, I begged him to return my passport. But he said coldly, "You've lived the privileged life for too long. Consider this your lesson in real suffering." His private jet roared to life, kicking up a storm of dust as Sarah Stevens clung to his arm, smiling sweetly. Meanwhile, on my desperate trek to the embassy, I was dragged into a slum by rebels. For three endless days, I endured unspeakable violation and torture before my final breath escaped. A month later, he finally remembered I existed. "Has she admitted her fault? Tell her if she acknowledges the child Sarah is carrying as her own, I'll send someone to bring her home." A bitter laugh echoes from beyond the grave. So he wanted a confession? Let him get it from the wronged ghost who died in a foreign land.