All Chapters of Survived Betrayal, Made My Ex-Husband Crawl: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Lena’s POVAmara didn’t deserve the life she had. The world handed her everything—beauty, love, admiration—while I was left with nothing but the title of being the illegitimate daughter of the vice president of Luton, a well-known real estate company. I was engaged to the second son of the CEO and President of the company, who had been adopted, while my sister married the heir. How cliché, right?No matter how hard I worked, I could never rise above her. She was everything I could never be, and the worst part? She didn’t even appreciate it.From the moment Amara introduced me to Darius, I knew he was mine. He belonged to me, and it had always been clear that I would do anything to keep him by my side. He was exactly what I needed—handsome, successful, and, more than anything, vulnerable.Darius had a fragile ego, one I knew how to manipulate. He needed constant reassurance, someone to make him feel important. His father barely acknowledged him, and Amara—though she loved him—was too w

Darius’s POVMy wife walked into the ballroom like she owned the place. It was almost unreal—Amara, the woman who never cared for events like this, suddenly the center of attention. She had always preferred to stay home, away from the glitz and glamour of these high-society gatherings. But tonight, she was here, and everyone couldn’t help but notice.I had told myself she wouldn’t come, that she’d stay out of the spotlight, but I had indulged her. And why not? After all, with the loss of her memory, I had to pretend to be the perfect husband. I had to keep up the illusion for her, for us—to find the deeds she had hidden, the ones I needed to secure my future.I never imagined it would come to this. I once loved Amara with every part of me. But somewhere along the way, I lost her to the very thing I thought I could control. Lena. She brought out a side of me I didn’t recognize—a side I couldn’t control, a side that reveled in jealousy and obsession. Maybe it was the jealousy, the f