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All Chapters of Leaving the Cheater in the Dust: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

11 Chapters

Chapter 1

As I opened the door and stepped out, a wave of decadent, lingering sounds drifted from the room behind me. My face burned with anger, but I didn't look back. Instead, I walked straight to the stairwell. It was time to buy a bus ticket to leave here.By the time I returned, an hour had passed. I let out a long sigh, inserted the key, and opened the door. The bathroom was empty, but when I stepped inside, there it was—a delicate lace underwear, pale and soft, discarded on the floor. A foul, musky odor clung to it."Darling, you're back?"His voice reached me just as I stood frozen in place."Time for another herbal moxibustion session? Don't worry, even if we can't have children, I'll love you forever," Stanley said.The next moment, I heard the bedroom door creak open. Stanley shuffled over to me and wrapped me in his arms. His gaze fell on the table where the moxibustion tools were laid out. With a pained expression, he kissed my forehead.I entered the room, lying face down

Chapter 2

I watched her flaunt herself, a smug triumph radiating from her every move. My gaze darkened, sinking like a stone into deep waters.Stanley, noticing my lowered head, mistook my silence for discomfort from the treatment. He hurried over, his hands reaching out to steady me. I lifted my head, and my eyes traced the line of his shirt buttons. Beneath them, faint red lipstick stains dotted his chest, alongside a network of fresh scratches.It was those marks, I realized, that emboldened Nancy to taunt me so brazenly. The thought hit me with a dull thud, and I shook off his hand, retreating to the bedroom. I lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to calm the storm inside. My hand brushed against something damp—a stain they had left behind during their sordid affair.The realization made me gag. My stomach churned violently, and before I could stop myself, I vomited onto the floor. They hadn't just desecrated my trust; they'd desecrated my space. I was left to clea

Chapter 3

At seven in the evening, my stomach growled loudly with hunger.When I stepped out of the room, I saw Stanley cooking my favorite goulash. He knew I liked it slow-cooked in a pot over a low flame for at least half an hour, but he had always been too impatient to make it before, complaining it took too long."You're up? Come and have some of your favorite goulash!" he called out cheerfully, ladling a bowl for me."I didn't have dinner earlier. Can I eat with you?" Nancy emerged from her room and seated herself directly across from me at the table."Sorry, this is for Becca. If you want some, go cook it yourself." Stanley's tone was cold and dismissive, as though they hardly knew each other.But beneath the table, Nancy's foot had already wound itself around his leg.I took a few sips of the goulash, then stood up. I didn't want to stay and watch their little performance any longer—especially since her foot occasionally brushed against mine under the table.Stanley's expression tu

Chapter 4

"Do as you please," I said, sliding the ring off my finger and placing it back in Stanley's hand. Without waiting for his reaction, I turned and headed upstairs."Becca, wait up! I'll just grab a pack of cigarettes and be right back!" he called after me.I stopped at the corner of the landing, watching as he and Nancy walked hand in hand to the car. The light outside the building was broken, casting the area in a shroud of darkness. From my hidden spot, I saw them climb into the back seat together.The faint glow of the streetlamp barely reached the car, but the movement inside was unmistakable—a slow, rhythmic rocking. Their muffled voices filtered through the cold night air, each word sharper than the chill biting at my skin."That bouquet you gave her," Nancy's voice floated out, "you'll buy me something bigger, something better.""And the ring," she continued. "You said it was for me, that you'd propose to me. Why did you give it to her?" She bit his ear, eliciting a sharp g

Chapter 5

I was sitting on a bus heading back to my hometown when the thirty-third call from Stanley came in. I couldn't hold back anymore and picked up."Don't you have anything better to do? Did your mother die, or is your father gone that you have to keep calling me? You cheated on me, and I didn't even come after you for it. And now you've got the nerve to call me?" I yelled into the phone."Becca, you're pregnant. Where did you go? I know I was wrong. Please, just hear me out!" Stanley's voice trembled, thick with a kind of panic I had never heard from him before.Before I could respond, the driver cursed loudly. "Damn it, broke down again at Bayton Hills. Looks like we're stuck here tonight!"Stanley must have caught the mention of Bayton Hills. His ears were always too sharp for my liking. "Becca, are you at Bayton Hills? What are you doing there? I'm coming to get you right now!"And with that, he hung up in a rush."Mister, are we moving or not? We're in a hurry to get home for

Chapter 6

"Becca, come home with me. I don't care if you hit me or curse me, but don't make yourself suffer," Stanley pleaded. "Let's go. Once we're home, you can do whatever you want to me."Under the watchful eyes of the other passengers, he pulled me into his arms. The cold wind whipped around us, seeping through every crack in the bus shelter. I shivered, my belly tightening with a vague discomfort. This child—this fragile life inside me—was the only reason I endured. I couldn't let anything happen to my baby.I looked up at Stanley and said flatly, "Let go. I'll go back with you."At my words, his face lit up. He released me instantly, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, then fell into step behind me like a shadow. "Becca, it's so good you're coming home," he said, relief heavy in his voice.As I got into the car, I stared out at the pitch-black night outside the window. "I'm not doing this for you," I said coldly. "I'm doing it for the baby."My hand rested on my belly, abs

Chapter 7

Stanley's smile froze mid-expression, turning his face into a mask of weariness that seemed to age him ten years in an instant. His hands clung tightly to his clothes, as if he could hold himself together with sheer will. He didn't dare look at the people around us, his eyes fixed on the ground."Come home with me!" he finally blurted out, cutting me off just as I opened my mouth to speak again. His voice trembled with restrained anger."You dare raise your voice at me? Get lost, you pathetic excuse for a man who can't keep himself in check!" I snapped, slapping him hard across the face.The sound of the slap echoed, and the crowd of elderly onlookers began filming us on their phones, eagerly sharing videos in their family chat groups. By the time the moment passed, everyone in the neighborhood's family group chats would know about the man who had betrayed his pregnant wife.Stanley held his reddened cheek, irritation flickering across his face. His hand hovered mid-air for a m

Chapter 8

"Becca, don't leave me!" Stanley, drenched in soup and stew, grabbed a baseball bat from behind the door and sprinted after me.But I had already flung open the front door. Standing there were two police officers.He couldn't stop himself in time, still yelling threats at me as I turned to them, clutching my stomach in terror. "Officers, you're finally here! I want to report him for unlawful imprisonment!""Drop the bat! Hands on your head and get down!" one officer ordered, staring at the bat in Stanley's hands."I... I was just playing with her!" Stanley stammered, dropping the bat as his hands shot up, his face painted with feigned innocence."Liar!" I sobbed, hiding behind the officers. I thrust my bruised arms forward, exposing the purple and green welts. "Look at this—he did this to me!"Stanley's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at my arms. "Becca, how could you slander me like this?""You call this slander? Do you think I'd harm myself while pregnant just to frame

Chapter 9

"I'm just here to grab something!" Nancy darted nimbly under my arm, making her way straight into my bedroom."What are you doing? That's my room! Who gave you permission to go in there?"I rushed after her, trying to stop her, but by the time I got to her, she was already kneeling on the floor, rummaging through the space beneath the bed.Finally, she pulled out a lace pair of panties. "Seems I left my underwear behind," she declared smugly, holding them up as if they were some sort of trophy. "Don't think being pregnant makes you untouchable."With that, she provocatively patted her own stomach. I glanced at her belly, which had a noticeable curve, and immediately guessed—she was pregnant too."As far as I know, you two don't even have a marriage certificate. So who gets Stanley's money in the end? That's still up in the air," she said with a smirk, stroking her belly as she swung her lacy trophy on her finger and strutted out.I watched her retreating back, a smile curling at

Chapter 10

By the time I reached her, Nancy was already teetering on the edge of unconsciousness."Help me... I won't fight with you anymore, I promise," she whimpered, clutching her abdomen, her voice ragged and desperate.She pleaded for me to call an ambulance."Do you know how Poppy Bailey found out?" I said, holding up my phone with a slow, deliberate shake. "It's because of your little stunt at my place the other day. That gave me the perfect footage to send her way."Her eyes widened with a flash of venomous clarity. "You... you're vile! I'll kill you, you little wretch!" she screamed, her voice a rasping mix of fury and despair.The frail vulnerability she had shown earlier vanished, replaced by something raw and vicious. Her words lashed out at me, but I simply shook my head.I had considered helping her—briefly—but seeing her muster the energy to hurl insults at me convinced me otherwise. If she had the strength to curse me, she had the strength to dial for help herself.I turned

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