Betrayed by Ex, Married to Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

“Stop crying, Aruna…”The voice was faint—coming from her own trembling lips.But the tears refused to stop.Her steps were heavy as she walked down the narrow path away from Revan’s house.The rain poured hard again, biting into her skin, soaking her hair until it clung to her face.But the cold was nothing compared to the ache trembling inside her chest.“He even… threw away the cake…” she whispered hoarsely.Her trembling fingers clutched the dented cake box.“God, I just wanted him to get better… why did it turn out like this?”Her steps faltered as she stumbled toward the parking area where her old motorcycle waited.The lights from Revan’s house still glowed behind her—bright, grand, dazzling.Mocking her. Whispering, You don’t belong here.Aruna started the engine, her hands shaking.The rain lashed against her face mercilessly, but she didn’t care.She just wanted to leave. Far away. From everything.---“Why, Revan… why were you so cruel to me?”She spoke to the air, to the d

“Aruna, look at me.”Leonard’s voice came calm but sharp from behind the bedroom door.Aruna stood before the tall mirror, dressed in a silver-black satin gown. Her hand slowly brushed through her long hair, now styled elegantly. Her face was expressionless—cold and poised, like a marble statue.“I told you,” she said flatly without turning, “I don’t like being called like that without a reason.”Leonard entered with steady steps, wearing a crisp white shirt and a dark gray suit. His gaze lingered on her reflection.“I have a reason,” he said simply, leaning against the vanity.“Revan is getting married next week.”The comb in Aruna’s hand froze mid-air.Silence filled the room.Slowly, she placed the comb down.“Repeat that,” she said softly.Leonard’s tone held no trace of jest. “Your ex. Revan. He’s marrying Celine.”Aruna smiled faintly—a smile more like a wound than joy.“He forgot quickly,” she murmured.Then she turned, her eyes burning sharp.“And you’re telling me this becaus

> “Are you sure this suits me?”Aruna’s soft voice broke the elegant silence of the luxury boutique.She stood before the tall mirror, wrapped in a champagne-colored gown that hugged her figure perfectly. Her face was calm, yet her eyes were sharp — the kind of sharpness born from someone who had learned to hide her scars behind grace.The boutique attendant smiled politely. “Yes, Mrs. Leonard. This gown is from our limited collection. There’s only one in the entire city.”Aruna gave a small nod. “Alright. I’ll take this one—and the black one over there.”She looked at her reflection again, as if trying to convince herself that the woman in the mirror was truly her new self.Before the attendant could write down her order, a shrill, familiar voice echoed from the entrance.> “Oh my God… look who we have here!”Celine stood in the doorway, wearing oversized sunglasses and a flashy dress.Two of her friends giggled behind her, their eyes sweeping Aruna from head to toe.Aruna turned slo

“Careful, Mrs. Arken.” The warning came softly—but not kindly. Aruna paused mid-step, her heel hovering just above the marble floor. She turned her head slightly toward the woman who had spoken, a tall figure wrapped in ivory silk, pearls resting at her throat like a badge of status. “Yes?” Aruna replied calmly. The woman smiled. “These floors are imported from Italy. Very… unforgiving to people who aren’t used to walking in places like this.” A few women nearby chuckled behind their glasses. Aruna slowly lowered her heel and straightened her posture. “Thank you for your concern,” she said evenly. “I walk just fine.” The woman’s smile tightened. “Of course you do.” Leonard’s hand appeared at Aruna’s side. “Is there a problem?” The woman turned instantly polite. “Not at all, Mr. Arken. We were just chatting.” Leonard’s eyes flicked briefly to Aruna. “Were you?” Aruna nodded once. “Yes. About floors.” Leonard held the woman’s gaze for a moment longer than necessary. “I see,

“Turn it off.” Aruna’s voice was calm, but her fingers were clenched tightly on the edge of the table. The large television screen in the living room continued to glow, flashing images that made her chest tighten. > —‘The mysterious woman beside Leonard Arken has finally been revealed—’ —‘Who is Mrs. Leonard Arken?’ —‘From obscurity to the top of City A’s elite—’ Leonard stood near the window, his posture relaxed, one hand in his pocket. “Don’t,” he said. “Watch.” Aruna shot him a sharp look. “They’re dissecting my face like I’m a product.” Leonard turned slowly. “That’s exactly what you are now.” Her jaw tightened. “You could have warned me.” “I did,” Leonard replied calmly. “I told you the upper world doesn’t whisper. It broadcasts.” On the screen, a female anchor smiled professionally. > “—Sources confirm that Mrs. Leonard Arken appeared at the Arken Group’s private gala last night. Despite being absent from public records until recently, she has already drawn significa