All Chapters of When Love Betrays : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Prisca stayed on the cold hospital floor long after Gabriel’s footsteps faded away.She did not remember falling. One minute she had been on her knees, begging, crying, trying to explain. The next minute, the door slammed, and the man she had called her husband for seven years walked out without looking back.The sound of the door closing felt louder than the words he had used on her.Evil, Wicked, and Shame.Those words still echoed in her ears.For a few seconds, she could not move. Her throat burned where Gabriel’s hand had pressed. Her chest hurt, not from his grip, but from something deeper. Something that had been building for years. A truth she had buried. A lie she had carried every day like a heavy stone in her pocket.Now the stone had shattered.The doctor stood at a distance, watching her with quiet discomfort. He did not say much. There was nothing left to say. The test results were clear. Science had spoken. The secret was out.“Mrs. Gabriel,” he said gently, “please get

Daniel recovered faster than anyone expected.Each morning he looked stronger. The pale color in his face slowly disappeared. His laughter returned in small pieces at first, then in full bursts that filled the hospital room. Even the nurses began to smile more when they entered. He was no longer the weak boy lying still on the bed. He was becoming himself again.Prisca watched it happen with quiet relief. Every improvement felt like a gift. She counted them—his steady steps to the bathroom, the way he finished his food, the way he argued when he didn’t want to take his medicine.Gabriel noticed everything too.But he was different now.He stayed close to Daniel. He adjusted his pillow. He checked his temperature twice, even when the nurses had already done it. He asked questions about every tablet, every injection, every instruction.He did not raise his voice.He did not smile much either.He and Prisca barely spoke.On the fourth morning after the transfusion, the doctor walked in w

The invitation arrived on a quiet afternoon.Prisca found it on the dining table, placed neatly beside Gabriel’s car keys. A thick cream envelope with gold edges. She knew that logo immediately — the crown-shaped symbol of the Mask Queen Foundation.Her stomach tightened.Gabriel walked in from outside, loosening his tie. He looked tired. The past few weeks had drained him, though he tried not to show it in front of the children.“You saw it?” he asked calmly.Prisca nodded.“They invited you to speak?”“Yes.”“At her program?”Gabriel didn’t respond right away. He picked up the envelope and flipped it over.“It’s a leadership conference,” he said. “Men in business. Accountability. Growth.”Prisca forced a small smile. “That’s good.”But her heart was not steady.They both knew who “her” meant — even if they never said the name.The Mask Queen.The woman who had built a movement from nothing. The woman who wore a silver mask during every appearance. The woman whose voice felt familiar

Gabriel felt trapped.Not by walls.Not by chains.But by two ghosts.One was his past — Victoria, standing strong, ready to drag him to court and tear down the image he had built for years.The other was inside his own house — the truth about Daniel.He did not know which battle to fight first.The divorce?Or the child?Every morning he woke up with the same thought:If Daniel is not my son… then who is?And why won’t Prisca tell me?Sandra’s DNA results came in on a quiet Wednesday afternoon.Gabriel opened the email in his office.His hands were steady.He already suspected the answer.But he needed proof.He needed something that still belonged to him.The document loaded slowly.He scanned the lines quickly.Probability of paternity: 99.99%.Sandra was his.His shoulders dropped slightly.He didn’t even realize how much tension he was carrying until that moment.Sandra was his daughter.There was no mistake.No doubt.But the relief did not last.Because just below that relief w

Michael’s smile faded.Just slightly.But Gabriel saw it.He had known Michael for years. He knew every expression, every shift in tone. That small flicker in his eyes was not confusion.It was fear.“Gabriel… what about Daniel?” Michael asked carefully.Gabriel stepped inside without waiting to be invited.“Close the door.”Michael hesitated, then did.The house was quiet. His wife was probably asleep upstairs. The lights were dim. It felt too peaceful for what was about to happen.Gabriel turned slowly to face him.“I’m going to ask you once,” he said. “And I want the truth.”Michael swallowed. “You’re scaring me. What is this about?”“Is Daniel your son?”The words landed heavy between them.Michael blinked.“What?”“Don’t insult me,” Gabriel snapped. “You heard me.”Michael shook his head immediately. “No. Of course not.”Gabriel stepped closer.“Think carefully before you answer again.”Michael’s breathing changed.“I don’t know why Prisca is filling your head with nonsense—”“Do