Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Wife He Shouldn't Have Betrayed : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The air outside the hall of the wedding gala hung thick and stifling. The glittering car park was filled with sleek cars as wealthy contractors arrived with their elegantly dressed wives.Victor took his look personally as I sat beside him in the back seat. He brushed his hair forward casually while glancing at his reflection in the driver's mirror, then he stepped out and strode into the hall.Following behind him, my eyes drifted to the glass wall of the ballroom, catching my reflection. I hardly recognized myself. My gown was short, my makeup sharp—so different from the old me, buried under oversized layers and lifeless eyes, hiding away because he had once said that makeup and a well-dressed woman disgusted him.He had frowned at my appearance before we left, but I didn’t give a damn.“Victor!” Selena’s voice rang from the entrance. She stood there in a striking red backless gown, her flawless makeup sharpening her features.Victor didn’t hesitate. He walked straight to her, took

The air at the LEAH private rooftop was taut as I stepped into the private lounge.William sprawled across a black leather couch, his shirt half-buttoned. In front of him, a glass center table held a gun.“This is the first time I’ve seen a woman not flinch at the sight of a gun,” he said, his gaze flickering toward me as I sat gently beside him.After many years, Alexandra Sterling betrayed me… I still can’t get over it,” he said softly, tucking the gun into the back of his trousers.“I understand,” I replied calmly.He glared at me, a sharp, fleeting look. “I still can’t believe Victor would betray his wife. He took after his father.”He leaned closer, staring into my eyes. His eyes were red and bulging from whiskey, but he still maintained his stance, controlled but dangerous.“I can see myself in those eyes,” he said, his voice gravelly as he stared into my eyes.“Starting from scratch,” he continued, “I was tired of working for him endlessly! After he took everything I had, becau

The Aurelius event hall was filled with billionaires and investors; the air felt heavy, corporate, and controlled.The dim lighting worked in my favor, casting shadows over me as I sat quietly behind the crowd, hidden beneath the black sheer covering that made me almost unrecognizable.From my vantage point, I could see them clearly. Selena sat close to Victor, her arm wrapped around his thigh as if she owned him. "All attention, please," the host's smooth voice echoed across the hall as he stood confidently in his pristine suit. Behind him, a large display was covered with a red curtain.“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the highlight of tonight’s Aurelius exclusive auction.”The room fell silent.“And now,” his voice rose slightly, “we present our special piece for the night.” He gestured, and the curtain slid open, revealing my diamond sapphire necklace.A wave of gasps filled the room.“Oh my God…” “Wow…” “Darling, make sure we take this home!”Selena tightened her hold on Victo

Victor POVMy heart thumped hard against my ribcage.My body trembled as the image replayed in my head, my wife struggling with the gun, surrounded by those men… the sound of gunshots echoing over and over.“Oh, poor Lysandra… she didn’t deserve to die like this,” Selena wailed, collapsing to the floor. But her voice felt distant.I should have stayed. I should have gotten out of the car.But instead, my hands had tightened on the steering wheel……and I drove off. At the sound of gunshots.My breath grew uneven.What if she was the one who got shot?My hand shook as I opened the tracking app I had secretly placed on her.The location was still there, the same spot, the gunshot scene.“I’ll be back,” I muttered and dashed out of the mansion. “No, Victor, don’t go!” Selena cried, but I didn’t listen.The night was dark and silent. I parked the car near the spot. My chest tightened as I stepped out, gripping my torchlight.I remembered this place clearly. I ran toward it, but then I st

The Silverwood Mansion stood quietly along a narrow lane, ivy creeping along its walls in twisting patterns. Ever since my mother died, the house had been left in the care of my nonchalant stepmother.A wave of nostalgia hit me as I parked beside the old fountain—my favorite spot whenever I needed fresh air.I stepped inside.My stepmother stood in the dining area, dressed in a loose three-quarter gown, her old wig screaming old-fashioned. She spared me a brief, dismissive glance before returning to what she was doing.“Oh, wow… look who’s here.” My father’s voice filled the room as he came down the smooth wooden stairs.Dressed casually, he walked straight to me and pulled me into a tight hug. His wrinkled face lit up with a genuine smile.“I missed you, Dad,” I said softly.“Me too,” he replied warmly. Then his expression turned serious. “Are you sure about your plan?”“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.“Wait here,” he said. “I have something important for you.”He hurried back u