Todos os capítulos de Survived Betrayal, Made My Ex-Husband Crawl: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

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

Dual POV Lena’s heels echoed against the cold stone floors of the prison corridor, each step deliberate, measured. The sharp click of her shoes reverberated in the silence, a rhythmic signal of authority that seemed to part the air before her.Her gaze remained forward, eyes narrowed in steely focus, ignoring the hissing whispers of inmates as she passed. She was untouchable here, just as she had always been in the world outside.At the visitor’s room, the guards were already waiting. They unlocked the heavy metal door with practiced precision. The man inside had been shackled, his hands bound in iron cuffs—an unmistakable reminder of the fate he had been forced to endure.The guards removed the cuffs, but his eyes never left Lina. The brief moment of freedom did little to ease the tension in his shoulders; he looked like a cornered animal, uncertain of the predator that stood before him. Lena took a seat across from him, her posture relaxed, but her presence was sharp and undeniabl

Elizabeth POV Running the Blackwood estate was never something I’d expected to be good at. I wasn’t prepared for the loneliness that often crept in when I found myself sitting in the grand rooms of our home, surrounded by elegance but feeling utterly adrift. My husband, William, was always absorbed in his work. And, if I’m being honest, I didn’t mind the distance between us. I grew used to it. But it wasn’t just his neglect that stirred something within me. It was Liam—William’s bodyguard. He was different. Gentle. Attentive. The things he made me feel, things I had long buried, came to the surface whenever he was near. The quiet way he spoke, his calm demeanor—it was enough to draw me in, slowly and without warning. I never intended to betray my husband, never thought I’d be the type of woman to cheat. But that all changed the day I walked into a room and saw William in the most degrading act imaginable. There he was in our home on our bed tangled in the sheets with the nan

Lena's POV I sat across from Mrs. Jenkins, my gaze steady as she sifted through the contract I had laid before her. She kept her composure, eyes scanning each word, but I could see the tension building in her. She could act all high and mighty, but deep down, I knew she was cut from the same cloth. Manipulation, power, control—these were the threads that bound us together, whether she liked it or not. Jennifer Jenkins, the polished, dignified wife of Professor Callum, seemed like the epitome of grace to the outside world. But I knew her story all too well. Her husband had been a close friend of Amara’s father, the man who had made everything easy for Amara during her school years. To the public, Callum and Jennifer were the perfect couple. Everyone knew about their open marriage, but they didn’t know the full truth. Jennifer had been fucking her elder brother, Callum, for years. The three children she had, all of them belonged to him. No one ever suspected, but I had gathere