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Chapter Twenty Four: Through the Lens
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Her Man, My Betrayal Chapter Twenty Eight: Promises and Lies
I hesitated before answering, my thumb trembling as I swiped across the screen.“Eli?” I whispered, hoping for the familiar warmth of his voice.But it wasn’t his voice that came through.Instead, laughter — female laughter — filled the air, mingling with the faint hum of music and distant chatter. I pressed the phone tighter against my ear, my pulse quickening.“Hello? Eli?”The clinking of glasses reached my ears, followed by a voice saying, “The cake should go in front of the main stage.” Another added, “Make sure the floral arch is centered. It has to be perfect.”My stomach twisted. Perfect for what?“Hello?” My voice cracked. “Eli, can you hear me?”Then a woman spoke, smooth and sharp as glass.“Eli’s here with me.”I froze. I knew that voice.Melissa.My heart dropped into my stomach.“I told you he’s mine, Isabella,” she continued, her tone dripping with triumph. “And guess what? We’re getting married in two days. Two. Days.”She paused, and I could almost hear her smile. “Yo
Her Man, My Betrayal Chapter Twenty Seven: Hidden Intentions
The silence stretched, thick and heavy. Then suddenly—**HOOONK!**The blaring of a car horn shattered the still air. I flinched, my phone slipping from my lap, and my pulse quickened. I pushed myself to my feet, brushing away the dried tears on my cheeks.Outside, the light was sharp and golden, signaling late morning. I tiptoed toward the window and pulled the curtain aside just enough to peek.A sleek black car was parked by the gate.My stomach tightened.Then the door opened, and Dickens stepped out.He scanned the street before his gaze lifted—straight toward my window. I let go of the curtain immediately, my heart hammering in my chest.What was he doing here?He started walking toward my front door. My palms went clammy.No. Not today. Not after everything.A knock followed.“Isabella! Please open up!”I backed away from the door. “Go away, Dickens!” My voice quivered.“Please, I just need to talk to you!”“About what?” I snapped, my throat tightening. “You’ve said enough alre
Her Man, My Betrayal Chapter Twenty Six: Knock at the Door
I stared at the door, my body frozen in place.The only sound piercing the stillness was the frantic pounding of my heart.The knock came again.Knock. Knock. Knock.Slow. Intentional. Like whoever was out there wanted me to know—they weren’t in a hurry.My throat tightened as I bent down to grab my phone from the floor. My hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped it. I dialed 911, my thumb slipping on the screen as my pulse roared in my ears.“911, what’s your emergency?” a calm male voice answered.I pressed the phone to my ear, trying to steady my breath. “Someone’s knocking on my door,” I whispered. “I—I think someone’s outside. Please, I’m alone.”“Okay, ma’am, please stay calm. Can you describe what’s happening?”“There’s a man,” I said quickly, glancing back at the door as another knock echoed, louder this time. “He’s wearing a black hoodie. I think he’s the same person who followed me earlier today. I saw him on my street this afternoon—he kept walking behind me, and now—n
Her Man, My Betrayal Chapter Twenty Five: Echoes of Silence
The morning hung heavier than usual, the air thick with unsaid words. I woke to the sound of Clara’s laughter drifting up from downstairs — a melody tinged with mockery. For days, the house had felt like a cage. Each glance from my mother was a sharp reminder of how much of a disappointment I had become in her eyes. Every sigh, every muttered prayer, every cutting remark from Clara pressed down on my chest like a weight I could scarcely bear.As I folded my clothes quietly, I made sure to keep my movements soft, careful not to disturb the fragile silence that enveloped me. I wasn’t even certain where I was headed, but I knew I needed to escape. This house no longer felt like home; it felt like an accusation.Stepping out of my room, I found Clara already sprawled in the sitting room, her robe draped lazily around her as she scrolled through her phone. She barely glanced up when she spotted me.“So, you’re really leaving?” she asked, a smirk curling her lips. “You think running away wi
Her Man, My Betrayal Chapter Twenty Four: Through the Lens
Lisa moved aside when the knock came. I walked toward the door, every step heavier than the last. My pulse raced so hard that for a second I thought it might give me away. I pulled the door open. Eli. He didn’t look like the composed man who appeared on magazine covers and TV interviews. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, tie missing, hair slightly tousled as if he’d been running his hands through it all night. His usually calm eyes looked wild, desperate. For a long heartbeat, we just stared at each other. “Isabella,” he breathed, like saying my name hurt and healed him at the same time. My chest tightened. “What are you doing here?” “I had to see you,” he said quickly, his voice rough. “Eli—” “No.” He stepped forward, almost pleading. “Please. Just… let me explain.” Lisa gave me a quick glance—one that said I’ll be in the kitchen—before quietly disappearing down the hall, leaving us standing in the thick silence that followed. The tension between us was sharp enough to cut t
Her Man, My Betrayal Chapter Twenty Tree: Tangled of Hearts
By the time I got to Lisa’s apartment, my chest felt hollow — like I’d left a part of myself behind at home. The afternoon light poured weakly through the blinds, casting stripes across the cracked walls. I could still hear my mother’s voice echoing in my head. “If it was Clara, she would have done better!”I knocked weakly. The door swung open, and Lisa stood there, her eyes widening when she saw me.“Isabella?” she gasped. “God, you look like you’ve been through hell.”I gave a dry, shaky laugh. “Close enough.”She stepped aside and let me in. The small living room smelled faintly of coffee and detergent. The TV was on, muted — some random commercial playing in the background. Lisa didn’t look like her usual bright self either; her hair was tied up messily, her expression tight, her lips pressed in a line.“I heard what happened,” she said quietly as I dropped onto her couch. “One of the girls from the diner called me. I wasn’t on shift today — went out to get supplies — but by the
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