Winning Back His Broken Wife Novel by Aurelia Lane _ Novel



Winning Back His Broken Wife Novel by Aurelia Lane _ Novel

Winning Back His Broken Wife Chapter 01

Ten years into my marriage, my former best friend, Melissa Hamilton, posted a photo.
In it, her daughter, Anabelle Hamilton, and my son, Robert Anderson, were held close by her and my husband, William Anderson.
The four of them stood together, smiling. Her caption read, “How could this not be the perfect family?”
I left a comment under it: “You look perfect together.”
Moments later, the post disappeared.
The next day, William stormed home and demanded, “Melissa was finally starting to get better. Why did you have to upset her?”
Robert shoved me, scowling. “It’s your fault! You made Annie cry!”
I pulled out the divorce papers and threw them in their faces. “You’re right. It’s all my fault. So I’m stepping aside—you four can be the perfect family.”
The divorce papers had been printed barely half an hour earlier.
Before that, I had spent the entire night sitting on the living room couch.
On the dining table sat a dozen untouched dishes I had carefully prepared.
Even the Buzz Lightyear cake had turned into a melted mess.
Yesterday was Robert’s birthday.
William had told me to stay home and get everything ready. He would bring Robert back to celebrate.
I waited for a long time, only to see Melissa’s new post—a perfect family photo of four.
It was ridiculous.
William hadn’t expected me to ask for a divorce. He frowned and tore the papers apart, his face dark with fury.
“What’s this all about? I took Robert to visit Melissa and Anabelle and simply forgot to tell you. Is this really necessary?”
His eyes flickered toward the untouched food, and guilt flashed across his face.
He softened his tone. “Alright, I should’ve called you last night. That’s my fault. I promise, this won’t happen again.
“Go get some rest. I’ll clean this up. Let’s go out for lunch later.”
It was his cruel routine—to hurt me first, then offer just enough warmth to keep me there.
He knew he had gone too far, but instead of apologizing, he would give me a small way out.
And if I didn’t back down, he’d shut me out until I finally gave in.
I used to give in every time—but not this time.
I pulled out another copy of the divorce papers and tossed it on the coffee table. “I’ve printed dozens of them. Tear away as much as you like.”
William slammed a cup to the floor, his patience snapping.
“Let’s be honest, Jocelyn. You’re just jealous that Robert likes Melissa more, aren’t you?
“Don’t forget—you owe her!
“Robert and I are taking care of her and Anabelle to make up for your mistakes!”
My mistakes? What did I do?
Melissa and I used to be best friends. In the summer of our junior year, she invited me out.
As night fell and it was time to go home, I wanted to take the main road, but she insisted on taking a shortcut. She said a friend was waiting for her at the end of the path.
So, we split up.
The next morning, William burst into my house and grabbed me by the collar.
He demanded to know why I hadn’t called the police and why I hadn’t helped Melissa.
I had no idea what he was talking about—until later, when I learned that Melissa had been raped by a group of thugs on that shortcut.
She claimed she had only gone that way to lure them away from me.
It was a lie.
I tried to explain, but no one believed me. With the street camera broken, I had no proof and ended up taking the blame.
Ever since that day, I became the villain in everyone’s eyes.
My parents called me heartless. William accused me of being cold-blooded.
They poured the love they once had for me into Melissa, claiming it was to make up for her.
They even took Robert away, saying I was morally unfit to raise him.
That was why my bond with Robert had always been distant.
But I loved him. I had tried everything to close the distance between us.
I looked at Robert, and he stared back at me—his gaze cold, filled with something close to hatred.
“You ruined Dad and Meli’s lives,” he said flatly. “If it weren’t for you, she would’ve been my mom.”
My knees went weak, a sharp pain cutting through my chest. “Who told you that?”
Robert frowned. “Isn’t it true?”
I turned to William.
For one foolish second, I hoped he would explain.
But he just looked away. “Robert thought that if that incident hadn’t happened, Melissa would’ve been the one I married.”
In the past, I would have asked him why he kept the truth from Robert.
He was MY childhood sweetheart and MY boyfriend! Melissa only met him through me…
But now, none of it mattered anymore.
Robert could think whatever he wanted. Soon, he wouldn’t be my responsibility anyway.
I grabbed my suitcase and started to walk to the door. “Think it over. I’ll see you at the courthouse.”

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