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The Price of His Betrayal One Hundred And Twenty
The silence had barely lasted five seconds after Adrian stepped out of the car before it exploded into rage.His polished shoes slammed the gravel as he stormed toward them, his jaw tight with fury, eyes wild with disbelief. His fists clenched at his sides like loaded guns.“What the hell is this, Christian?” Adrian’s voice cut through the morning air like a sharp blade. “Why are you still coming to my wife? I warned you last time, stay away from me and my family!” He yelled.Christian straightened, his expression unreadable, but his posture taut. “Adrian—”But Adrian didn’t wait. He grabbed Christian by the collar and shoved him back, hard. Christian’s back struck the metal signpost on the empty plot of land, but he kept his balance. He didn’t swing back — not yet.“Answer me! What game are you playing this time?!” Adrian shouted, stepping closer again.Christian locked eyes with him, voice low but filled with fire. “Let go.”“Or what?!” Adrian hissed.“Stop! Stop already!” Crystal’s
The Price of His Betrayal One Hundred And Nineteen
The night was too quiet.The ticking of the clock in the corner echoed like a taunt in Christian’s empty room. He stood alone in his master bedroom, shirt half-unbuttoned, the dim light of the chandelier hanging like a ghost above his head. The air smelled faintly of cologne and regret. On the wall ahead of him was a wide mirror — ornate, cruel in its honesty.Christian stared at his reflection, eyes hollow, jaw clenched, knuckles white around a half-filled glass of whiskey he hadn’t touched in hours.His voice cracked softly, low and bitter, as if the man in the mirror were someone else.> “What have you become…?”His once-proud eyes, the same eyes that used to reflect power and arrogance, now brimmed with a storm of failure. The weight of Adrian’s words played over in his head like a broken record:> “She’s not your wife anymore. Stop hiding behind guilt and start respecting her freedom. You lost her.”Christian’s grip on the glass tightened.He slowly walked toward the mirror, che
The Price of His Betrayal One Hundred And Eighteen
Adrian touched her shoulder gently. “Are you okay?”She nodded slowly. “Yes. Just... surprised.” she stammered.He studied her eyes for a long, quiet moment. “You didn’t believe any of that, right?”She gave a small smile. “I don’t think it matters what I believe anymore. What matters is what I’ve already chosen.”And with that, she stepped closer to him, her face soft, but her soul anchored in something stronger than flowers or regrets.Crystal stood motionless, the air thick around her as if the silence had wrapped itself around her shoulders like a cold, familiar cloak. In her hands were the roses Christian had handed her only minutes ago. But now, they felt heavier than flowers should, as if every petal carried the weight of past betrayals and twisted apologies.Adrian, who had watched the entire interaction silently, moved slowly toward the door and shut it gently, his back still facing her. His fingers lingered for a brief moment on the lock, and with a sharp click, he turned th
The Price of His Betrayal One Hundred And Seventeen
Adrian stood still for a second, his hand still gripping the polished brass doorknob behind him. His tall frame filled the entrance as his eyes scanned the room, first landing on Crystal, then on the bouquet of fresh roses in her hand, and finally resting on Christian, who stood just a few steps away, lips parted as though he had more to say.His jaw flexed ever so slightly, and the calm fire burning behind his eyes made the air in the office grow heavy.“So you’re the one sending the gifts to my wife,” Adrian said quietly, closing the door behind him with a gentle click that somehow echoed louder than it should have.Christian’s shoulders stiffened, but he tried to keep his expression soft. He turned slightly toward Adrian, offering what he likely thought was a peaceful, remorseful smile.“They were just—”“What’s your motive?” Adrian cut in, his voice still calm but firm, too calm. The type of calm that cloaked a far deeper anger. “You show up here with flowers, make a public video
The Price of His Betrayal One Hundred And Sixteen
The scent of red roses hung thick in the air, blending with the soft hum of the office air conditioning. The petals trembled slightly in Christian’s hand, and for a moment, neither he nor Crystal spoke. They just stood there, two people with too much past and not enough words to say all that was buried deep inside them.Crystal was the first to break the silence.Her tone wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t soft either. It cut through the air with precision. "What are you doing here, Christian?"He took a careful step forward, his eyes trying to appear sincere, his brows gently creased with what he hoped looked like remorse. He extended the bouquet toward her."Could you first accept this beautiful rose flower? It’s just a gift, Crystal. A simple gesture."Crystal folded her arms, her eyes narrowing. "Why would I accept gifts from you? So, you’ve been the one sending all these gifts all along? Why are you sending me such gifts?" Her voice rose slightly, not with fury, but with a deep ache of
The Price of His Betrayal One Hundred And Fifteen
The quiet hum of the office AC blended with the rustle of paper as Crystal sat behind her desk, flipping gently through a set of reports that needed her final review. The morning sun filtered through the tall glass windows, casting golden lines across her soft peach blouse. Her long hair had been pulled back into a neat ponytail, a few loose strands curling at her cheekbones, framing her face with a delicate softness.Crystal was calm, focused, her brows drawn ever so slightly as she scanned the figures on the document. Her fingers were stained faintly with blue ink from the pen she’d been using to sign, and her lips were set in a thoughtful line. This was a moment she’d come to enjoy lately, normalcy, routine, peace.Just as she picked up the next sheet, there was a soft knock on her office door.“Come in,” she said, not looking up yet.The door creaked open and the receptionist peeked in, a young woman with bright eyes and a knowing smile. “Ma’am,” she said, almost shyly, “you have
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