บททั้งหมดของ Betrayed by the Man I Loved: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

It was a quiet morning.Isabella had been in the living room helping Ethan arrange his building blocks when Roosevelt burst into the house, out of breath.“Ma’am… you need to see this,” he said, his fingers shaking as he held out his phone.Isabella frowned, wiping her hands on her dress. “Roosevelt, what’s wrong?”He didn't say anything; he just hit play.A news headline flashed across the screen:BREAKING: Alexander Steele secretly rekindles romance with ex-fiancée Tracy Morgan. Exclusive photos leak!Isabella felt her whole body freeze.Photos—intimate photos—emerged one after another. Tracy leaning into Alexander at a dinner table. Tracy hugging him from behind. Tracy kissing his cheek while he looked “surprised.” And worst of all—one photo of Alexander entering her apartment building late at night.“What… what is this?” Isabella’s voice cracked.Roosevelt swallowed hard. “They have gone viral. The blogs picked them up right away. #AlexanderAndTracy is trending.Ethan looked up wi

Alexander didn’t sleep that night.Isabella awoke at dawn to find him still sitting there, elbows on his knees, head bowed.“Alex,” she whispered, touching his shoulder. “You’ve been awake all night.”He turned to her slowly. His eyes were tired, but beneath the exhaustion burnt something harder – determination."I'm done letting them control our lives," he said. "Victor. Marcus. Naomi. Tracy. I'm done reacting."“So what do we do?” she asked gently.His fingers closed around hers."We fight back with the one thing they can't break," he said softly. "Us."She frowned slightly. “Alex… what do you mean?”He breathed in hard. “We merge.”She blinked. "Merge… what?"Our companies," he said. "Steele Enterprises and Noble Best. One company… one name… one shield strong enough to stop Marcus' forced merger."Her lips parted in surprise.He went on, "If our companies become one, Naomi's and Marcus' documents become useless. Vineyard can't swallow one giant. And any forged approval disappears t

The fallout was much quicker than anyone anticipated.By the next morning, Alexander's phone wouldn't stop ringing. Shareholders. Lawyers. Clients. Every call carried the same cold message:Suspension. Review. Withdrawal.Roosevelt was standing in the doorway to the office, looking exhausted. "Sir, we lost the Cormac deal. They're pulling out."Alexander didn’t look up from the screen in his hand. “And the Thompson contract?”"Suspended," Roosevelt whispered. "They said until the 'leadership crisis' is resolved."Alexander closed his eyes.Another loss.Another blow.He felt the building beneath him was cracking, bit by bit.He sat alone in the room, with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, when Isabella entered it.“Alex?” she called softly.He didn’t answer.She walked closer. "Talk to me."Alexander lifted his head slowly. "This is my fault."“No, it's not.”He laughed bitterly. “It's all falling apart because of me. My choices. My failures. I let Marcus and Naomi ou

Marcus sat in his penthouse, alone, and stared into the glass of whisky he had not touched.Naomi had been more than a consultant to him. They had worked together for a long period of time.Loyal, intelligent, and incisive, she was a person he could trust in a snake world.She was the one who helped him plan long-term investment moves.She warned him when Vineyard suddenly grew too fast about Victor's shady offshore dealings; hence, he was able to withdraw from the company before police started the investigation.She sees danger ahead and warns him before it hits.Now she was gone.Dead.And on her wall, a single word — traitor. Her death had come as quite a shock to him.Marcus slammed the glass on the table. In an instant, it had shattered.He didn’t bat an eye.His eyes were cold, deadly.He considered that only Victor was capable of keeping her tongue quiet. Probably because he no longer needed her. Or she had been getting ahead of herself.Days ago, she had threatened to release

Later that day, Officer Daniel was invited to the company.Alexander stood in the middle of the conference room, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with exhaustion. By his side, Isabella sat with her fingers twisted together on her lap. The air in the room was thick with too many secrets, questions, and not enough answers.Roosevelt stood near the screen, flipping through documents as Daniel and two officers waited quietly."We finally traced the breach," Roosevelt said, clearing his throat. "It wasn't an outsider. It came from inside Steele Company."A sharp gasp escaped Isabella. “Inside? But… who would do that to us?”Alexander said nothing. His face hardened, but Isabella knew that look. He was hurt, deeply. Betrayal always hit him harder than anything else did.Daniel stepped forward. "We need you to see this."He signaled to his team. A short video popped up on the screen—security logs, time stamps, and captured keystrokes. At first, it didn’t make sense. Then a name flashed at the co