All Chapters of From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

JULIAThe cafeteria was loud, chaotic, and smelled like burnt pizza mixed with coffee that had gone cold hours ago. I carried my tray cautiously, weaving through clusters of chattering students, all of them too busy laughing or scrolling on their phones to notice anyone else.I slid into my usual corner, keeping my head down. It was easier that way. Third year, and still, no one really noticed me. I ate quietly, trying to focus on the math notes I’d scribbled in my notebook, though the words blurred on the page.Almost alone.“Hey, Julia!”I looked up to see Evan, one of the few people I could stand to talk to. He was tall and skinny, glasses slipping down his nose, always with a book tucked under his arm. We weren’t exactly friends, but we had a rhythm—both part of the same student organization, both slightly awkward, both seeking some normalcy in the chaos of campus life.“Hi… Evan,” I said softly, lowering my tray to the table.“Mind if I join you?” he asked, already sliding his ch

TERRAWatching Julia stumble across the quad never got old. It was almost… satisfying. The way she tried to carry those five heavy bags, legs wobbling, arms shaking, every little falter made her smaller in my eyes. I could see the panic in her eyes, the fear she tried to hide, and I almost laughed out loud.She was so pathetic. Always trying to look composed, always pretending she belonged in our world when she clearly didn’t. College, social events, even simple walks across campus, everything was a stage for her failures. And I got to watch. Up close. Front row.Her flailing arms, the clatter of bags hitting the ground, her face burning with embarrassment—it was art. A perfect performance of weakness. I couldn’t resist snapping a few pictures on my phone. She would hate it, and I would enjoy every second of her misery.When she finally hit the gym, arms trembling as she dropped the last bag, I clapped slowly. “Bravo, Julia,” I said, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. “You’re su

MARCUS“Have you finished the analysis on the Lucchesi expansion projections?” I asked, not bothering to look up from the papers on my desk.Nero’s brow furrowed as he shuffled his notes. “Yes. I spent the entire morning compiling the latest reports. There are—”“Go out,” I interrupted, sharply.His shoulders tensed, and he let out a soft, frustrated sigh. “I made this report diligently, and you’re just not going to listen to it?”I didn’t answer. I just waved him toward the door.“Whatever,” he muttered under his breath, leaving the office with a soft click of the door behind him.I leaned back in my chair, watching the door close, feeling the faint echo of obedience in the empty room. Nero had been trained to anticipate my moods, to adapt, to bow—but even so, he was still frustrating in his persistence. And sometimes, the persistence amused me. Sometimes, it didn’t.When the office finally fell silent, I let my gaze drift over the room, stopping at the desk drawer I rarely touched.

JULIAThe gym smelled of sweat and polish, the noise of bouncing basketballs and shouting students filling the space. I carried my books and the extra gym bag, my shoulders tight, my palms burning from the weight. And just as I feared, Terra and her group were waiting.“Look who’s here,” Terra said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. She circled me slowly, like a predator examining its prey. “Did you miss us, Julia? Or are you still too busy carrying everyone’s things?”I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to keep my head high. Every step I took felt deliberate, calculated. I could feel the laughter and whispers building around me. Phones flashed subtly, recording, documenting another moment of my humiliation.One of Terra’s friends pushed past me, bumping my shoulder deliberately. “Careful, loser,” she whispered. “Wouldn’t want you to drop everything again.”I bit back the words that wanted to come out. I couldn’t give them the satisfaction. I just kept walking, careful not to stu

JULIAThe quiet of my room never felt so heavy. The echo of Terra’s laughter, the whispers from the party, the subtle mocking glances, all lingered in my mind like smoke I couldn’t shake. Even hours later, I could still feel the weight of the tray in my hands, the sting of every cruel word, the calculated pleasure in Terra’s gaze.Phoebe sat across from me, unpacking a few things I had left in my bag. She stole glances at me, worried, but said nothing. I appreciated her restraint; she knew I needed space to process, to think, to breathe.I pressed my hands to my temples, trying to sort through the tangled emotions—humiliation, anger, dread, and an unshakable sense of being watched. Marcus. Even now, I could feel him lingering at the edges of my thoughts, an invisible presence reminding me that I was never truly alone, and never truly free.I exhaled slowly, letting the tension ease for just a fraction. Then I started to plan.Terra’s pre-birthday event had shown me her patterns, her w