Escape From My Husband Novel by Regean Wills _ Novel



Escape From My Husband Novel by Regean Wills _ Novel

Escape From My Husband Chapter 01

The first thing I did after getting a second chance at life was make up an excuse to put off getting a marriage license with Thomas Cameron.
In my previous life, the day I found out I was pregnant, Thomas flew overseas with Alexandra Wilkerson and vanished for twenty years.
Later, when I was dying of late-stage stomach cancer, he finally came back.
Staring at Alexandra's photos on his phone, he said to me, "If I had driven slower on the way to get our marriage license that day, maybe things would've turned out differently."
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The second I realized I had been reborn, Thomas was sitting on my couch, waiting for me to grab my ID so we could head out.
I lied that there was an issue with a batch of fabric at my studio and sent him to wait at City Hall.
As soon as his car pulled away, I walked downstairs to the corner café.
I grabbed a seat by the window, ordered an iced Americano, and basked in the sun.
The owner, Gracie Collins, brought over my coffee and asked, all curious, "Weren't you supposed to get your marriage license with Mr. Cameron today? What're you doing here by yourself?"
I took a sip of the bitter coffee and smiled at her.
"I had an awful nightmare last night, and I woke up with a bad feeling in my gut."
She tried to make me feel better. "Dreams always work the opposite way. You and Mr. Cameron are gonna have nothing but good times once you're married. Don't let some silly nightmare spook you."
I froze for a second, then smiled and nodded. "You're right. I'll just sit here for a bit, then I'll leave."
Marrying Thomas? Not happening this time around.
In my previous life, we had just grabbed our marriage license and were walking out of the hall together when we bumped right into a girl clutching a pile of papers.
She was Alexandra, a new intern the company had just hired.
On the ride home that day, Thomas was weirdly quiet.
I assumed that he was just settling into the whole husband thing, acting all mature and responsible.
But I only found out when I was dying that one bump was all it took.
He fell head over heels for Alexandra right then and there.
His silence that day wasn't about being mature at all. He was full of regrets, wishing he'd put off marrying me for just one more day.
From that day on, Thomas got way colder with me. He'd stand on the balcony by himself, smoking and spacing out.
Every time I asked what was wrong, he'd get snappy and change the subject.
After getting turned down enough times, plus dealing with all the chaos of getting my studio off the ground, I stopped asking.
I figured I'd just wait for him to get over whatever weird phase he was in.
Later, when the company went overseas, he was sent to the European office. We had to do the long-distance thing, and I thought it was just some temporary strategic move.
But with every reshuffle that followed, he somehow always ended up staying overseas.
I complained to him about it once, and he just said, "Gotta think about the bigger picture."
Then one meeting at headquarters changed everything.
I overheard some HR execs talking and realized that only the very first transfer had been the company's decision.
For the next five years, Thomas had been the one constantly requesting the higher-ups to keep him overseas.
That day, I lost it on him over the phone.
Afterward, he said sorry, but wouldn't give me a single reason why.
When I hung up, I knew this marriage was toast.
Life had a way of surprising me. I got pregnant.
When Thomas found out, his whole attitude flipped.
For the first time ever, he took a long leave and flew back home, suddenly all over me with care.
He'd clumsily follow recipes to make me soup, press his ear against my belly to listen for the baby, and walk with me every day without fail.
Then one day, he vanished.
I asked everyone he knew and pulled every string I had.
No one knew where he had gone, and no one could tell me whether he was alive or dead.
I went to every checkup alone, screamed my lungs out in the delivery room with no one by my side, rushed my feverish daughter, Lilian Cameron, to the ER in the dead of night, and raised her entirely on my own.
I toughed it out and buried both our parents, all by myself.
I figured he was dead.
But right when I was dying, there he was, all suited up, standing in my hospital room.

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