All Chapters of THE WIFE'S REVENGE: BETRAYAL IN BLOOD: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elena's POVOn our eighth anniversary, I found out I was pregnant.That same day, my phone buzzed with an alert from my husband’s car tracking app. His car had exploded.My stomach dropped. Tears blurred my vision. “No… please, God, no.”After eight years of marriage, four miscarriages, and countless nights spent crying myself to sleep, I finally had another chance to be a mother. But Adrian wouldn’t be a part of it. Our baby would grow up without a father.I refused to accept it.I called Adrian several times. No answer.The tracker showed that his phone was across town, alive. But the app insisted his car had exploded. None of it made sense.I grabbed my keys and drove.Minutes later, I spotted his black Mercedes parked in a deserted lot. It was untouched. No smoke, no damage. Relief flooded through me—the app must have malfunctioned again. It had done that before, then I paused.Why was he here? Why hadn’t he picked up my calls?I stepped out quietly and moved closer. I could see s

I shook my head. “Nothing.” I croaked.He stepped closer even more, looking worried. “Come on, it can’t be nothing, you’ve been crying.”I knew Adrian wouldn’t drop it anytime soon, so I lied,"It's Clara," I whispered, my voice breaking.He furrowed his brows. “Your foster mother? The one who’s been in a coma since the car accident?I nodded. "The hospital called. She's getting worse. They said... they said she might not make it."For a split second, I saw relief flash in his eyes.Then it was gone, replaced by fake sympathy."Oh, Elena." He stepped forward, pulling me into his arms. "I'm sorry. I know she means a lot to you."My skin crawled at his touch. The hands that had murdered my babies, were now holding me, and comforting me.I wanted to scream. I wanted to claw his eyes out.But I forced myself to stay still, to let him hold me."Adrian?" Celeste's voice called from the doorway.Adrian's body tensed up. He pulled away immediately and rushed to Celeste's side."Are you okay?"

Elena’s POVAt 7:00, I walked downstairs wearing a simple black dress.Adrian was in the living room with Celeste. When he saw me, he frowned."You're wearing black?""I have no reason to celebrate," I said quietly.His jaw tightened, but he didn't argue.Celeste, meanwhile, was wearing a flowing pink dress that made her look radiant and glowing."You look beautiful," Adrian told her softly.She beamed. "Thank you."He didn't even glance at me.The doorbell rang."That'll be your parents," Adrian said, heading to the door.I watched him greet my mother and father with warm hugs and handshakes.My mother spotted me and frowned. "Elena, why are you wearing black? This is a celebration.""I cannot celebrate when Clara is still fighting for her life," I said simply."Oh." My mother's expression didn't change. "Well, that's unfortunate. But tonight is about Celeste and her good news."Of course it was. They didn’t care about anything else.We moved to the dining room.I sat at the far end

Pain.That was the first thing I felt as consciousness slowly drifted back. A throbbing, agonizing pain in my jaw and the back of my head. My mouth tasted like copper and salt.I tried to move, but my body felt heavy, as if lead had been poured into my veins. My eyes fluttered open, but everything was blurry. The room was spinning."Look at her. Disgraceful." My mother's voice cut through the haze, cold and sharp. "Attacking a pregnant woman. What has gotten into you, Elena?""She deserved it..." I tried to say, but my voice came out as a broken whisper. My lip was swollen, and speaking hurt like hell."Shut up!" Adrian roared.I forced my eyes open wider. He was standing right in front of me, his face still contorted with fury. His knuckles were red and bruised—my blood on his hands."You think you can hurt my child?" He grabbed my hair tightly, yanking my head back so I was forced to look up at him. "You useless woman! You couldn't give me an heir, so now you try to kill the one who

Morning sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, but it didn't feel warm. It felt cold and sharp.I woke up slowly, my body aching all over. When I opened my eyes, I found myself alone in the huge bed. The space beside me was cold, meaning Ivan had been up for a while.I sat up, hugging the blanket to my chest. The events of last night replayed in my mind like a broken record. Adrian’s punch, the basement, and then… Ivan carrying me away.I touched my face gently. The swelling had gone down slightly, but it still hurt. There was a mirror on the bedside table. I looked at my reflection—pale skin, a dark purple bruise covering my cheekbone, and a scab on my lip.I looked pathetic. But I was alive. And I was free.Suddenly, the door opened. Ivan walked in. He was wearing a dark gray sweater and black pants today, looking less formal but even more intimidating. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes softened the moment he saw me awake."How do you feel?" he asked, walking to the