บททั้งหมดของ Betrayed on the wedding day : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The crystal chandelier in the luxurious restaurant glimmered faintly, scattering warm reflections that created an intimate atmosphere. In the far corner, a table for two had been carefully set: a bottle of red wine, silver cutlery, and a candle flame that wavered under the soft current of the air conditioner.Leviana sat there, her figure wrapped in a deep-blue silk dress that emphasized her delicate frame. But behind the fragile smile she wore, her mind worked with cunning precision. I can’t allow Devandra to get any closer to Deviana. I must bring him back, make him think of only me. Tonight, he will be mine again.The restaurant doors opened. Devandra entered, his expression weary, his suit still neat despite the long hours of work. His gaze swept the room until it fell on Leviana. For a brief moment, hesitation flickered in his eyes.“Adrian…” Leviana’s voice quivered softly, full of feigned emotion. She deliberately used the name that sounded most intimate. “You came.”Devandra p

Deviana stared at her phone screen with trembling hands. She had just received a CCTV recording from one of the restaurant staff where Devandra and Leviana had dinner. Her heart pounded hard as she pressed play.The footage was clear: Leviana speaking sweetly to the waiter, then pointing toward the table where Devandra sat. Moments later, a glass of wine was placed in front of him. Leviana’s gaze was triumphant, while Devandra seemed completely unaware.“So it’s true…” Deviana whispered, her eyes glistening. “You trapped him, Leviana.”She bit her lower lip, fighting back the surge of rage that rushed through her. Her whole body trembled with a mix of anger, heartbreak, and determination. Without another thought, she grabbed her bag and stormed out.---At the office, Devandra sat staring at a pile of documents, though his mind was elsewhere. His face was pale, his eyes weary. The memory of that night still haunted him—the crushing guilt, the unsettling shadow of Leviana lingering in

The hospital corridor was unusually quiet that afternoon. The cold glare of the fluorescent lights bounced off the tiled floor, sterile and sharp. Deviana clutched a folder filled with documents—the evidence she had painstakingly gathered. Her hands trembled slightly, but her eyes burned with a newfound courage.Today, she had to fight.Her steps halted when she saw Devandra emerge from Leviana’s room. His face was weary, yet still marked by genuine concern. When their eyes met, Deviana’s heart twisted painfully.“Adrian…” Her voice was soft but steady.Devandra stiffened. “Deviana, not now. I don’t have time to talk.”“Wait.” She stepped forward, raising the folder in her hand. “I have something you need to see. Proof. About Leviana.”The name alone made his gaze harden. He inhaled deeply, struggling to contain himself. “I told you before—don’t drag Leviana into this.”“Adrian, please, just listen!” Deviana’s voice broke louder, desperate but resolute. She opened the folder, thrustin

Deviana sat at her study desk, her eyes swollen. On her laptop screen, a social media page overflowed with cruel comments. Each word cut through her heart like a blade.> “Attention seeker.”“Jealous psycho, no wonder she got slapped.”“If she had any dignity, she would’ve disappeared long ago.”Her trembling fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to close the screen, yet her eyes couldn’t stop reading the merciless remarks. Tears spilled uncontrollably.“Why… why is it so easy for everyone to accuse me?” she whispered brokenly. “They don’t even know the truth…”Her phone rang. She glanced at it—an old friend’s name lit up the screen. With a fragile hope, she answered.“Hello…?”The voice on the other side sounded hesitant. “Dev, I… saw the news about you. I know this must be hard, but… maybe you should just stay quiet for now. Don’t fight back. Everyone already sides with Leviana. The more you speak, the worse it’ll get.”Click. The line went dead.Deviana hugged herself, suffocate

That night, Adrian could not close his eyes.The hotel room was dark, the lamp had been turned off long ago, yet his mind spun restlessly, refusing him rest. He lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, until at last he rose, walked toward the window, and gazed at the city drowned in the glow of its lights.And his thoughts, unwillingly, carried him back to the past.---Years ago.That afternoon, Deviana had come to meet him in the park.Her face was bright, her hair caught by the breeze, her eyes sparkling the moment she saw him. In her hands she carried a small box—home-cooked lunch, made by her own hands.“I know you’re busy,” Deviana said with a shy smile, “so I brought you lunch.”Adrian had looked at her with conflicted emotions. That girl—she was always thoughtful, always attentive, as if she didn’t care how harsh the world had been to him.But instead of receiving her gift with warmth, he had answered with cold words.“You don’t have to trouble yourself like this. I can take car