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Chapter Eighty three: Victor's rage
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2026-04-21 07:02:56
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Betrayed by love Chapter Eighty five : New beginning
POV: IsabellaSunlight crept in, gentle, behind the sheer fabric hanging by the window, touching walls and floor with quiet warmth. Mine. That word sat oddly right, even though the place held little beyond four walls and borrowed furniture. Heavy eyes, yes - but also something stubborn beneath them, refusing to look down. Names echoed: Victor shouting, Eleanor crying, Margaret always moving pieces on some hidden board. Each memory clung, thick as smoke after a fire long gone out. Still, what mattered now began tomorrow - and that meant stepping forward without turning back.A warm mug rested between my palms while steam curled up near my face. Lately, Thomas showed up different - no questions, just space where silence felt like kindness. His way of staying close without reaching too far spoke louder than words ever would.From the door frame, he watched with folded arms, a faint grin pulling one corner of his mouth. Maybe now it's starting to feel normal, he thought out loud.I glanced u
Betrayed by love Chapter Eighty four: Shelter
POV: IsabellaStaring into the fractured glass inside Thomas’s small home, I hardly knew who looked back. Hair clung flat against my face, cheeks stained from crying, every breath heavy with everything that happened. Not long ago, Victor’s polished halls surrounded me; now, quiet simplicity held space instead. This place felt different - humble, still, nothing pretending to be more than it is. He said I should rest here, just for a while, till thoughts settled into something steady again.Safety matters most, Isabella, just like Mom always believed, Thomas murmured while passing over the steaming cup. A quiet look sat in his gaze, one that echoed a feeling long gone - something steady, though I never knew how much I needed it until then. Take your time before speaking to anyone, he added; let the air fill your lungs firstA small nod came, fingers clutching the mug like it might steady the shaking inside. Starting felt impossible - silence pressed down harder than sound. Out loud, the t
Betrayed by love Chapter Eighty three: Victor's rage
POV: VictorA weight settled after the doctor finished talking, every syllable pressing into me. Frozen there in the hall, sharp with antiseptic air, clarity came piece by piece. Traces remained, he explained - signs of a termination only recently completed. His voice stayed measured, eyes tracking my stance. The evidence suggested a procedure, one taken shortly before this momentA gasp stuck in the throat. Knuckles whitened, stinging across each palm now - fierce and bright. None of this could be happening. What once was tenderness toward Isabella shattered under a rush of anger instead. Heat rose through the chest, sparked by deceit.Down the hall, my steps echoed hard against the floor tiles before I opened the door. She lay there - Isabella - on the mattress, pale as parchment, her breathing thin, eyes wide when they caught mine. From somewhere broken came a sound: “Victor…” Almost no motion in her mouth.“You… you were behind this?” The question cracked out, trembling from rage pre
Betrayed by love Chapter EightyTwo : The fake marriage
POV: IsabellaStillness filled every room, thick like fog after midnight. Perched on the highest stair, fingers trembled while my gut knotted tight - fear mixed with something sharper. Failure wasn’t an option. Not this time.Down the road Victor’s car was already gone, just minutes past. Before he came back, time left was short. Through my head flashed each piece - the stumble, the yell, the sound of hurt. It needed to seem true. Not one pause. Not one mistake.Air filled my lungs, sharp and sudden. Those steps seemed taller now, each one sharper than before. My foot hovered near the rim, clinging just enough. Pretending felt easier when I thought of rain-slick tiles, loose shoes, bad luck. Down came my hand, slow at first, then nothing held me.A hard drop came fast, then bones cracked against stone. Vision smearing, breath snagged halfway out. Fire lit up my ribs, dizziness rolled in like fog off water. A cry tore loose - something rehearsed too many times inside silence. Then nothing
Betrayed by love Chapter Eighty-One Desperate Moves
POV: IsabellaSilence filled the space, broken only by the soft tick of the wall clock - each beat thudding inside me like something alive. Perched on the sofa's edge, fingers shaking, pulse roaring, eyes locked on the screen in my palm. Set for Tuesday: the procedure. Done before sunrise, hidden from Victor, kept far from every face that might say no.Shaking hands moved across the glass, eyes stuck on those words again and again. Unbelievable, really. As if stepping into something with no way back. Logic shouted - pause, think of Victor, the unborn child, everything already built - but then Mom came to mind. Her weak body. How she needed me. The fear that saying no would cost her life - that pulled harder.My breath caught, sourness burning at the back of my tongue. This queasiness that clung to me for days, once brushed off as just early pregnancy, now cut deeper - like regret sharpening with each step taken. Around my middle, my arms folded tight, almost like pressure from outside m
Betrayed by love Chapter Seventy-Nine - The Diagnosis.
Pov:Dr. Samuel Reyes.The hospital room was smelling of antiseptic and coffee. Everything seemed cold due to the bright lights. I stared at Victor who was opposite me. He was tense his hands folded in his lap. His jaw clenched. We had a feeling between us. I knew I had to reveal to him something that would alter his life.“The tests are in, Victor," I said with care. Eleanor has cancer.His face tightened. His eyes got wide. He exhaled and leaned forward with the arms of the chair in his grip.Ovarian. cancer? he trembled. "Ovarian… cancer?" he repeated, his voice shaking. "How bad is it?”I reluctantly nodded as I was obliged to tell the truth. "The cancer is aggressive. We caught it early. It’s spread. Eleanor will need a bone marrow transplant and chemotherapy. She has low chances of survival.Victor caresses his hair. Leaned back. He appeared to be attempting to push the weight. He looked back and forth, his eyes. Back to me. He had been hoping to get a miracle. A bone marrow transplan
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