After Seven Years,I Was Never His Wife Novel – After seven years with Brynn Murphy, I decided to give myself a gift and leave him forever. “Miss Griffin, your husband’s marital status doesn’t list you as his spouse. Did you perhaps enter the wrong ID number?” “That’s impossible. My husband is Brynn Murphy. Could you please check again?” “The system shows that Brynn’s ID is already linked to another marriage record. The name listed in the spouse column is Sylvie Gibson.” My ears buzzed, drowning out the world. Sylvie. The same woman the Murphy family praised to the heavens, his so-called “goddess-like” god-sister. He always brushed her off, calling her silly, overly emotional, uneducated, and annoying.
I used to laugh, teasing him, “She’s your god-sister; how can you say that about her?” But now, how could she just be a god-sister? She was the one legally married to him. I clutched my faintly aching abdomen. The joy I had felt moments ago, upon learning I was pregnant, had vanished, replaced by something cold and absurd. When I accidentally got pregnant this time, I hadn’t told him yet; I wanted to surprise him, to tell him I was keeping it. I never imagined the surprise would become a slap in the face. Finally, I reached for my phone and dialed my father’s number.
“Dad, that marriage alliance you mentioned before, does it still stand?” “Go ahead and make the arrangements as soon as possible. I’ll sign without hesitation. I’ll cooperate.” —— “Miss Griffin, your husband’s marital status doesn’t list you as his spouse. Did you perhaps enter the wrong ID number?” The nurse in charge of registering spousal details for the pregnancy record looked at me, clearly troubled. “That’s impossible. My husband is Brynn Murphy. Could you please check again?” Reluctantly, the nurse searched once more. “The system shows that Brynn’s ID is already linked to another marriage record.
The name listed in the spouse column is Sylvie Gibson.” A silent explosion went off in my head. My ears buzzed, drowning out the world. Sylvie. The same woman the Murphy family praised to the heavens, his so-called “goddess-like” god-sister. Every New Year, she’d sit at our dinner table, smiling sweetly as she filled Brynn’s bowl with food. He always brushed her off, calling her silly, overly emotional, uneducated, and annoying. I used to laugh, teasing him, “She’s your god-sister; how can you say that about her?” But now, how could she just be a god-sister? She was the one legally married to him.
She was listed as the legal wife on his marriage certificate. I clutched my faintly aching abdomen. The joy I had felt moments ago, upon learning I was pregnant, had vanished, replaced by something cold and absurd. Seven years of loving companionship, a marriage others envied, had it all been nothing but a cruel illusion? I couldn’t even register what the nurse said next. I completed the paperwork alone, muddle-headed like I was walking through fog. By the time I sat in the car and returned home, I felt like a stranger in my own body. Before I could even open the front door, I heard Brynn on the phone inside.
“Brynn, you’re about to turn thirty. Isn’t it time to divorce the one from the old house and give Natalie a proper title?” There was a pause. Then Brynn said casually, “No rush. Sylvie’s father just passed. The inheritance hasn’t been divided yet. If I divorce her now, she won’t stand a chance against her brothers.” “And Natalie? You’re really going to make her raise that woman’s child for you?” Brynn let out a sigh, irritation creeping into his voice. “What else can I do? He’s my biological son.
Sylvie begged me to give the kid a proper identity, so I used adoption as a cover.” “Natalie won’t be mad. She’s so in love with me; she’ll love my son just because he’s mine. Besides, I never planned to tell her the truth.” I leaned against the wall of the room, tears falling silently, pain searing through my abdomen wave after wave. No wonder Brynn, who had always been indifferent to children, had recently kept bringing up a “late friend’s kid,” saying how well-behaved and smart the child was. He said if he had the chance, he’d really want to adopt him. I remembered, when we first got married, how terrified he was about my health.
Every time he heard stories of women dying in childbirth, he would hold me close, tears in his eyes, begging me not to take that risk. For seven long years, we never tried to conceive. Lately, however, the way he spoke about children has changed. That’s why, when I accidentally got pregnant this time, I hadn’t told him yet; I wanted to surprise him, to tell him I was keeping it. I never imagined the surprise would become a slap in the face. The world blurred. My ears buzzed. I gripped the doorframe just to stay upright. “Natalie?” Brynn’s voice cut through the ringing. He must’ve sensed something was wrong; he hung up at once, and his hurried footsteps drew closer. Before I could move, he had already swept me into his arm