LOGINSix years ago, I married this man, with all the love, trust, and loyalty in my heart. I loved him so much; I stayed with him when he had nothing, built with him, and we grew stronger together, hoping that we're going to be parents, soon… Now, he's cheating? Not with any other women out there, but my best friend. After everything we've been through together? That evening, I had walked in on him, half-naked on the bed with my best friend Sherry. But what shocked me the most, I was mocked for being barren. I couldn't bear the betrayal from the two people I cherish the most, so I left everything behind after he proposed to divorce me and marry her and gleaned into the night. Five years, later. I'm a mother of twin babies, have a business of my own, and married his boss at work. Guess who came running to me for forgiveness? My cheating husband! Should I forgive him or push him away?
View MoreCHLOE'S POVI walked into the office with quiet steps, though my heels clicked against the marble floor like soft echoes of the chaos we’d just come out of. The scent of fresh polish, the hum of the AC, the quiet murmurs of staff — it all felt familiar, yet different at the same time. Like I had left a version of myself behind and returned as someone entirely new.I glanced around the space, taking it in. Richard had managed to change everything in the office to my taste, completely eradicating Lyon's existence from it, still, it's the same office that had seen me broken and reborn. And today, I was no longer walking in as the woman who had something to prove. I was simply...me — Chloe Jones, a mother, a wife, and a managing director.Forgiving Richard hadn’t been instant and it wasn't easy either. My pride resisted, held tight to the pain of his disbelief, but when the dust settled, the noise in my heart did the same as well.I kept asking myself: what if I had told him everything
LYON'S POVThe judge walked up to his seat, adjusted his robe, and cleared his throat. "Be seated..." He commanded in a clear tone. He was an aged man, but his voice didn't seem like he was way past his mid-fifties.We all sat, the scrape of chairs echoing across the silent room. My heart pounded hard against my ribcage, but I kept my face blank.All eyes were on the defendants now — Dragon sat with a smug smirk like this was some street game, this surely, wasn't his first time here. While Sherry, on the other hand, looked pale with hollow eyes, barely clinging to dignity in her wrinkled designer suit.The charges were read out loud."Attempted murder… tampering with private vehicle… illegal entry into a school premises… exposure of minors to threat… defamation of character… conspiracy to destroy a company’s reputation..."The charges were many, with each charge landing like a hammer.I watched Chloe closely from my seat behind her, expecting a reaction from her. But she didn’t flinch
DRAGON'S POVThe cold metal chair beneath me creaked as I shifted slightly, adjusting my weight on it. The room was still with gray walls, harsh lighting, and a camera blinking red in the corner.Across from me sat two detectives with stoic expressions, but I was unfazed. I've seen faces like this countless times. One of the officers was scribbling in a notepad; the other just stared, probably the one to interrogate me."State your full name." One of them said, his cold gaze locking into mine.I rolled my eyes. "You already know who I am. I'm a regular here; stop asking unnecessary questions.""Formality..." The officer pointed out sternly. "Start talking, or we’ll be here all day."I leaned back, a smirk on my lips. I wasn’t new to this, and this wasn’t some back-alley street fight or dirty job; this was different."She started it..." I said plainly. "The little miss classy whore — Sherry."They exchanged glances, expecting me to say more, well, I will — I just needed a small pause.
RICHARD'S POVThe room was packed, the air would have stiffened but there were enough air conditioners, providing ventilation. Journalists, camera crews, investors, staff — everyone who had watched the chaos unfold over the past few weeks now sat in stiff, waiting silence. A dozen microphones pointed at me like weapons. Flashing lights burst in my face, but I didn’t blink.I adjusted the mic."My name is Richard Jones, CEO of The Jones Company." I began with an even voice. "And today, I take full responsibility for my silence, my delay in judgment, and the damage caused to the integrity of this company — and more importantly, to a woman who has only ever given her best."A ripple of murmurs moved through the crowd."A recent viral video made by one Mr. Damian ‘Dragon’ Cruz has exposed a malicious campaign orchestrated by himself and Ms. Sherry. Their aim was simple: to ruin the image of Chloe Jones — my wife, and the rightful Managing Director of this company."I took a breath, locki
RICHARD'S POVI stood at the door, silently watching her. Chloe was kneeling on the living room rug with Ryan and Penny, helping them build what looked like a spaceship out of plastic blocks. Her laughter, soft and rare these days, echoed in my chest, it sounded like a memory I feared was slipping away.Penny giggled as Chloe tickled her side, and even Ryan cracked a small smile. They looked... whole, but I wasn't in that picture, it was like I was the outsider in my own home.That realization hurt more than I expected.DraftI used to be the man Chloe trusted — the one she leaned on, smiled at, teased over dinner. Now? I was just the man who doubted her. The man who, even if for a moment, believed the lies and didn't trust her silence enough.I cleared my throat. "Uh... Chloe, can we talk?" I asked, hoping for a response from her, and I did get it.She glanced up, her smile fading as quickly as it came and she rose gracefully, dusting her hands on her pants. "Kids, go wash up. Dinn
SHERRY'S POVThe room stank of mildew with a single bulb buzzing overhead, flickering like it, too, was unsure if it wanted to keep going. I shut the creaky door behind me and tossed my face cap to the floor like it offended me.Finally. Air. Fresh and uninterrupted air.I hadn’t taken a real breath in days, not since the video leaked — not since the day I watched my name get dragged like trash across every social platform. I used to trend for my outfits and sharp comebacks, the perfect body figure I got from going to the gym daily, and placing myself on a diet. But now? It was for nothing other than shame, laughter, and pity.And worst of all — silence from Dragon.I had walked half the city to avoid eyes, cameras, judgment. I couldn't even walk with my head raised up like I used to, I had to put on face caps to cover my shame. Now I was holed up in this dingy inn like a criminal, I was tired, cold, and absolutely terrified.I slumped onto the bed, pulling the frayed blanket over m












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