All Chapters of My Husband's Betrayal: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Hannah“What caused these three women to experience financial difficulties? Were their restaurants quiet?” I asked curiously.“No, they weren’t quiet. It’s just that their husbands were heavily in debt because they had a gambling addiction. Ultimately, the hard work of these three women was often wasted every day. The money they earned was spent only to pay off debts. So, when the mastermind behind the abuse against you came and offered them all a job with a pretty big paycheck, they immediately agreed without thinking twice. All the plans had been carefully and thoroughly planned out by the main perpetrator,” Mark replied.“Unbelievable. So, who is the main perpetrator?”“Can you guess?” Chris asked with a small smile.“Judging from their physical characteristics, it seems to be one of the four women who were in the same room with me. Is that right?”“Right and wrong,” Mark replied firmly.“How can that be? Then who is the main perpetrator?” Mark’s answer made me curious.“There are

HannahI had taken only a few steps when I saw Chris walking toward me. I hurried over to him and took his hand, urging him to leave.“Sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s go,” I said, pulling him away.“I need to use the restroom and will be right back. Wait for me in our room.” He let go of my hand and rushed toward the men’s restroom. There was nothing I could do because I couldn’t stop him from using the restroom. Hopefully, the door was locked. Then, I left.When we arrived at our room, Chloe asked, “Did you meet Mrs. Lisa?” Chloe and Mark’s gazes showed great curiosity.“Why do you think so?” I asked.“You and she went down the same hallway,” Chloe replied.“Yes, we met in the restroom. At first, I didn’t know it was her in the stall. But when I came out of the stall, I saw her standing in front of the mirror fixing her makeup.”“Was she not done yet? Their table is empty.” Chloe pointed to the table where Lisa and the two young men were sitting.“The three of them were in a room. Y

Jason HowardNot satisfied with the doctor’s explanation, I asked again. “How could my baby be deprived of oxygen? Was it because he was in the womb for too long?”The doctor got up from his seat and approached me. “Shortly after discovering that your baby had died, his skin condition showed that he had been deprived of oxygen. Then we checked his respiratory tract, and everything was normal. Our suspicion is of a heart defect, and that can only be confirmed through an autopsy. The administration is preparing the documents for the autopsy. If you as the parents give us permission to perform an autopsy, we will proceed immediately. However, if the parents do not give permission, we cannot perform an autopsy and can only tell you our initial suspicion. Meanwhile, we did not find any abnormalities on the mother’s side. Therefore, an autopsy is necessary to determine the exact cause.”My heart ached as I listened to the doctor’s explanation. For nine months, we had all waited for his arri

MikeWhen I arrived in front of Candy’s room, I saw her door was slightly open. The sound of moaning was very clear. Every moan that came out of Candy’s lips cut my heart little by little. Could it be that I was jealous of the men who were having sex with her? But serving those men was her job, and that was how she earned her money. However, there was a feeling of reluctance in my heart when those men’s hands touched her body or their lips kissed Candy’s body. But what could I do other than remain silent and restrain myself?I once met the brothel owner and asked about redeeming Candy, but the amount the old woman mentioned was enormous. I didn’t have the money to take Candy away from that cursed house.Like that night, I sat by the window right in front of Candy’s door, watching the rain pour down, soaking the streets and window panes. The cold, strong wind greeted my tired face and made my heart tremble with warmth because I couldn’t wait to see Candy and feel her warm embrace.Our

MikeLike, that night when the rain fell heavily. I sat by the window, enjoying the rain falling on the earth while waiting for Candy to arrive. In my reverie, I daydreamed. If only Candy were my wife, my life would feel complete. But how could I redeem Candy from the brothel owner?All night long, I kept thinking of a way to redeem Candy and take her away from a nightlife full of risks. I didn’t want her to spend her whole life serving the wild desires of unscrupulous men. I couldn’t bear to imagine her beautiful body being enjoyed by those unscrupulous men. Besides, I was afraid Candy would get pregnant by some random man with no clear background. Maybe I could ask her a few things.Soon after, Candy entered the room carrying a tray. The smell of the food she had made especially for me was tantalizing. She placed the tray on the table, then set a bowl of chicken cream soup in front of me, a plate of bruschetta spread with butter, a piece of chocolate pudding, and a cup of tea.“Is a