My Husband Locked Me in an Oven for His Mistress — Novel

About

Sharon Fox has always been a survivor, but as she faces betrayal in the most agonizing way imaginable, her strength is put to the ultimate test. Eight months pregnant and locked in a scorching oven of her husband's making, she is forced to confront not only the heat of the iron walls but the chilling reality of her marriage. How did it come to this? How could the man who once cradled her belly in tenderness now stand by, arms wrapped around his mistress, while she suffocates in despair?

With each passing moment, Sharon's fight for her own survival becomes a race against time—for her baby’s sake and her own sanity. The laughter of Bernard's family outside serves as a mocking reminder of her isolation and helplessness. But beneath her pain lies a simmering rage, and as she grapples with betrayal, can she summon the strength to turn the tide?

In a world where loyalty is a weapon and love is a distant memory, Sharon must decide how far she’s willing to go to reclaim her life. Will she bend to the will of her oppressors, or will she rise from the ashes of her own imprisonment? In this gripping tale of revenge, sacrifice, and the quest for freedom, every choice could mean life or death.

My Husband Locked Me in an Oven for His MistressChapter 1

Eight months pregnant, and the housekeeper's daughter had suddenly drawn up a "prenatal wellness plan" for me.

It required me to sit outside in 108-degree heat for six hours a day.

By the time I was on the verge of my baby's heartbeat stopping, I begged her to open the door and let me inside.

She just sat there eating chilled watermelon, smiling sweetly. "Ma'am, pregnant women need plenty of sunshine. It's good for your health. I'm only doing this for your own good."

The doors were locked. Not a single person dared open them.

I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed a flower pot and smashed through the glass window on the balcony.

An hour later, Bernard Farley stormed in, fresh from cutting a meeting short, and tore into me before I could say a word.

"Sharon Fox, how can you be so vicious? Do you have any idea that your little tantrum with the glass put Ivy Winfield in the ICU with heatstroke?"

"Bernard, you have time to worry about the housekeeper's daughter, but you can't spare a thought for your own wife and child? If I'd stayed out there any longer, the baby inside me would have died!"