Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

Three years of marriage to Conrad Maxwell was Fia Lawson's secret dream come true, even if he was forced into it. She dedicated herself to him, patiently enduring her infertility and his family's disdain, all while holding onto the hope of winning his heart. But with the return of his childhood sweetheart, Esme, Fia's fragile world shatters. Suddenly, Conrad demands a divorce, revealing their union was merely a 'mistake.' Just as Fia prepares to pick up the pieces, a devastating truth about her mother forces her to confront an unbearable choice. Can Fia navigate the treacherous currents of betrayal and family crisis, or will she be swept away, losing everything she holds dear?

Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

Three years of marriage to Conrad Maxwell was Fia Lawson's secret dream come true, even if he was forced into it. She dedicated herself to him, patiently enduring her infertility and his family's disdain, all while holding onto the hope of winning his heart. But with the return of his childhood sweetheart, Esme, Fia's fragile world shatters. Suddenly, Conrad demands a divorce, revealing their union was merely a 'mistake.' Just as Fia prepares to pick up the pieces, a devastating truth about her mother forces her to confront an unbearable choice. Can Fia navigate the treacherous currents of betrayal and family crisis, or will she be swept away, losing everything she holds dear?

The familiar honk echoed outside the sprawling mansion, a sound that, for three years, had signaled the comforting return of her husband. Fia Lawson, her heart a familiar flutter of anticipation, pranced out, a smile blooming on her face. 'Honey, you’re home!' she called, her voice light with affection.

Conrad Maxwell, from behind the windshield, watched her approach, a faint melancholy touching his features. Three years. Every single day, she saw him off, greeted him home. Never missed a single one. And soon, he realized with a pang, he would never enjoy this simple ritual again.

He had barely stepped out of the car when Fia was by his side, her hands gently taking his laptop bag. 'Welcome home, honey! Let me help you with your bag.'

Inside their opulent mansion, Conrad pulled her onto the sofa beside him, a weighty silence settling between them. 'Fia, there’s something I want to tell you.'

'Sure, I’m listening,' she responded, her mellow voice filled with sincerity. Just as he was about to speak, Mrs. Taylor, their housekeeper, approached, carrying a bowl of dark, inky medicinal concoction.

'Madam, it’s time for your medicine.'

'Okay!' Fia replied, the smile unwavering, even as the bitter reality of her infertility, and the reason for this daily ritual, momentarily clouded her thoughts. Two years of this bitter brew, a hopeful, yet futile, quest for a child. A child Conrad didn’t even want with her, as she would soon learn.