When My Husband Erased Me Novel by Jocelyn Finn _ Novel





When My Husband Erased Me Chapter 01

Abrielle had been married to Anthony for five years, and for those same five years, she had been viciously cyberbullied as a mistress.
Someone even created a website just for her. The most popular thread on the forum wasn't gossip. It was a chilling post titled "One Hundred Ways to Kill Her," detailing methods ranging from staged "accidents" to systematic psychological destruction, broken down step by step.
Until one comment rose to the top: "Start with the person she loves most—her mother. That's the cruelest punishment for a mistress."
At that moment, Abrielle was kneeling on the freezing ground. Torn rags barely covered her trembling body.
Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. Her clothes were shredded, and two of her teeth had been knocked out by brute force.
Ahead of her, a car sped forward. Claudia was tied to it with a rope and dragged behind it, her body scraping violently against the rough asphalt, leaving behind a horrifying trail of blood. Her screams tore through the air.
Abrielle slammed her head against the ground again and again, sobbing until blood seemed to pour from her eyes. "I'm not a mistress! Please, let my mom go! Please, let her go!"
A bystander shouted back coldly, "Who are you trying to fool? Mr. Osborn already went public with Christine! They're perfectly matched in terms of status and looks. What are you? Some ugly nobody dreaming of marrying up?"
Before the words even settled, a phone was shoved roughly into Abrielle's face.
"If you've got the guts, call Anthony right now. Make him admit you're his wife! If he does, we'll let your mom go."
"Call him! Make Mr. Osborn say it himself, then we'll believe you!"
Abrielle's hands shook uncontrollably as she took the phone and dialed Anthony's number. Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision.
The first call went straight to a busy signal.
The second wasn't answered.
The third was met with silence again.
Her entire body trembled. Tears mixed with blood from her forehead and dripped onto the screen.
She prayed, "Anthony, pick up! Please pick up! My mother's life is in your hands!"
Finally, on the fourth call, the line connected.
"Hello?" Anthony's familiar low voice came through the line, edged with clear impatience at being interrupted.
Abrielle rushed through everything in a broken, shaking voice. Then his words came through the speaker, clear and merciless. "My wife has always been one person only—Christine Livingston."
At that, the world went silent.
Abrielle froze. The phone slipped from her limp fingers and shattered on the ground.
It felt as if her heart had been torn open, crushed, and ground to pieces. Her blood seemed to freeze in her veins.
So this was it. She really was nothing more than a joke.
Her memories dragged her back five years, to that crumbling apartment building.
She and Anthony were childhood sweethearts. They had grown up together there, clinging to each other through poverty and hardship.
She stayed by his side through their dirt-poor childhood and his empty-handed youth.
When he later tried to start a business and failed repeatedly, she never left.
To save him the cost of a single reference book, she delivered food under the scorching sun, got hit by a truck, and scraped her knees bloody, but stood right back up.
To help him secure his first client, she forced herself to drink again and again, until she vomited blood and was rushed to the hospital with a hemorrhaging stomach.
To scrape together his startup capital, she even hid it from him and secretly sold one of her kidneys.
Just as Anthony's career reached the final stretch, one crucial round of funding was all that stood between him and success.
Christine Livingston, the heiress of the Livingston family, fell for him at first sight and extended an offer on one condition—that he marry her.
Back then, he rejected her without hesitation. "I'm sorry, Ms. Livingston. I'm already legally married to Abby."
So Christine took a step back and proposed what sounded like a compromise. They wouldn't register the marriage, but they would sign a five-year marital contract. To the outside world, she would be the legitimate Mrs. Osborn.
For Anthony's future, Abrielle agreed.
From that moment on, Christine, the contract wife, became the publicly acknowledged Mrs. Osborn.
And Abrielle, the wife recognized by law, became the mistress despised by everyone.
For those five years, she endured it all—people pointing at her and hurling insults, his admirers cornering and beating her. She swallowed every bit of it.
She kept telling herself that if she could just endure these five years, once the contract ended, everything would return to how it used to be. She would finally be able to stand beside him openly.
The contract had already expired last month.
But Anthony began delaying, using Christine's car accident and her recovery as excuses.
Until today, when Claudia was humiliated because of her and left fighting for her life, he still stood there and declared to the entire world that Christine was his one and only wife.
Only then did Abrielle understand.
All those delays came down to one simple truth—he had played the part for too long and ended up falling in love with Christine for real.
What was she then?
What about all the hardships she had endured for him?
What about the kidney she sold? The scars she carried?
As the thought struck her, it felt as if an invisible hand had seized her heart, crushing and tearing it apart until the pain nearly sent her into convulsions.
The surgical scar on her abdomen throbbed violently, as if mocking her own foolishness.
Hearing Anthony's words with their own ears, the mob grew even more enraged. As if granted final permission, fists rained down on her face and body.
"Beat her to death! Kill the mistress!"
Just as her consciousness began to fade, someone suddenly shouted in panic, "I-I think her mom isn't breathing anymore!"
Afraid of consequences, the crowd scattered instantly.
Abrielle lifted her head with great difficulty. Blood blurred her vision as she looked ahead.
Claudia lay motionless on the ground. The blood beneath her body was horrifying, stretching across several streets.
"Mom!"
She didn't know where the strength came from, but she clawed her way forward, using both her hands and feet as she shook and crawled in that direction.
Every movement tore at her wounds and the hollow in her heart.
"Mom... Wake up... Look at me... Please..."
Aubrielle's cries dissolved into incoherent sobs. Tears poured down, dripping onto Claudia's icy face.
But no matter how she begged, the body in her arms never responded.
She cried until her voice went hoarse.
By then, it felt as if the entire world had fallen away, leaving only her and Claudia's cold, lifeless body.
In despair, she shakily pulled out her phone and, with the last of her strength, dialed that number again.
When the call connected, she spoke hoarsely into the receiver, each word heavy and deliberate. "Anthony... we're getting divorced!"
On the other end, he frowned, his impatience unmistakable. "Abrielle, you're being too petty. What I said earlier was just for show.
"You know Christine's position. I couldn't possibly say she was the mistress in front of everyone. As my wife, you should understand my difficulties instead of making a scene."
Abrielle froze and then laughed as tears rolled down her face.
Her voice trembled as she said, "Anthony, do you know that my mom was dragged to death by a car because of what you said—"
Before she could finish, Christine's coquettish voice cut in sharply, "Anton, I want some roasted almonds. Can you take me to buy them now?"
"Of course. Let's go," he replied gently and hung up.
The busy tone pierced Abrielle's ears. The rest of her words died in her throat.
It turned out that her life and Claudia's meant less to him than Christine's craving for roasted almonds.
How absurd and cruel this was.
Her heart was ripped apart all over again, thrown into a grinder, every nerve screaming in pain.
After burying Claudia, Abrielle took out a long-forgotten divorce agreement.
It was the one Anthony had personally given her five years ago, when he signed the contract with Christine, just to reassure her.
Back then, he had sworn, "If I ever betray you, you can leave anytime."
He had probably forgotten it by now.
Abrielle handed the agreement to a lawyer. After reviewing it, the lawyer replied, "This agreement is legally valid. It will take effect in seven days."
Seven days...
As she walked out of the law firm, she took a deep breath and pressed a hand to her aching chest.
She thought, "Anthony, seven days from now, we will never see each other again."

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