All Chapters of Betrayed by the Man I Loved: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Morning​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌ just wouldn't come.Alexander barely closed his eyes. Isabella neither. She was tossing and turning in bed, one arm stroking her belly in a loving way, the other wiping tears that she didn't want Aleksandr to notice.They got into the car together and drove to the laboratory at the stroke of 8 a.m. They didn't exchange words except for the occasional touching of their hands that made the promise of fortitude.Once there, the technician gave Alexander a sealed brown envelope."Here are your results, Mr Steele," he mumbled.Alexander's throat twitched. "Thanks."Though the sun was coming up, it was still pretty bleak out there.Isabella was standing a little behind him and taking shallow, uncertain breaths."Are you ready?" asked Aleksandr in a soft voice.She gave a single nod. "We should be going home."Their entry into the house was met with a silence that was not typical. Claire was on the couch in the living room with her legs crossed and Liam sitting on her

Isabella tossed and turned, wide awake after reading that weird message. Her heart hammered as she stared at the unknown number lighting up her phone screen. You don’t know the truth about the DNA test. Call me. It’s about Claire.She didn’t call. Not yet. Instead, she deleted the message and just sat there on the edge of the bed, breathing in, breathing out, trying to get her mind to slow down. Alexander slept like a stone beside her, worn out after the mess of a day they’d just had. She couldn’t bring herself to wake him up—not with all this swirling around in her head.Something was seriously wrong. She felt it in her gut, the way only a mother, a wife, or a woman who ran her own business could feel it. Claire was hiding something. And Isabella had seen enough in that hallway to know it wasn’t just paranoia.She pressed her hand over her stomach. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “Mommy’s got this. I’m not letting anything happen to us.”She needed the truth. She needed proof. And she n

The café was nearly empty—so quiet, Isabella could practically hear her own heartbeat thumping in her chest. She sat tucked away at a corner table, hands wrapped around a warm mug she barely even sipped. Head down, cap pulled low, glasses on. No one would guess she ran Noble Best. Or that she was married to Alexander Steele.A soft voice came from behind. “Mrs. Carter?”Isabella looked up to see Maya Brooks. Maya slid into the chair across from her, wearing a black jacket, eyes sharp and restless.“You weren’t followed,” Maya said right away, saving Isabella the trouble of asking. “I checked. Twice.”Isabella nodded. “Good. What did you find?”Maya took a slim envelope from inside her jacket and set it in front of Isabella. “This is the real DNA result. The one they changed.”Isabella’s fingers shook as she opened it. She read the paper once. Twice. A third time, just to be sure. Then she leaned back and let out a slow breath.“Liam isn’t Alexander’s son.”“Not even close,” Maya s

Isabella didn’t have the luxury of hesitation. She had one shot—just one—to end this, to drag Claire’s secrets out into the open, and finally free Alexander from the weight he’d carried for too long. Tonight, she’d let the truth loose, no matter what it cost.By the time evening settled in, the dining hall glowed with soft, golden light. Candles flickered along the long table, making everything look almost peaceful. Too peaceful, really, for what was coming.Alexander walked in first. He was fussing with his shirt, looking worn out but steady. “You didn’t say anything about dinner guests, Isabella.”She kept her voice low. “Just a little gathering. Family. A few close friends.”He nodded but didn’t hide his confusion.Roosevelt arrived right after, polite as always. Lisa came in with flowers and leaned close, whispering, “You look stronger today.”Isabella managed a small smile. “Thanks.”And then Claire walked through the door.Her smile was painted on, her makeup perfect, her moveme

The house felt weirdly quiet after the madness earlier. The police were gone. Neighbors slipped back inside. Even the wind outside seemed to have calmed down, like the world finally decided to let them breathe.Isabella stood in the living room, staring at the door long after Alexander came back from dealing with Tracy. She didn’t even know what she was waiting for—maybe anger, maybe something else—but when he finally walked in, all she saw was him. Nothing else mattered.He caught her eye right away.“Bella,” he whispered.And that was it.She ran to him, burying her face in his chest. Her whole body shook. Everything she’d been holding back—fear for Ethan, the sting of Claire’s betrayal, the relief that Maya stepped up, the bone-deep exhaustion—it just poured out.Alexander pulled her in closer, like he was afraid she’d slip away. “You didn’t deserve any of this,” he said into her hair. “Not a single thing.”Isabella couldn’t answer. Her tears said everything.Ethan peeked around Ka