All Chapters of He Betrayed Me at My Lowest. I Met Him at His Peak: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

​The rain in Crestview didn’t just fall; it punished. It was a cold, rhythmic assault that turned the city’s soot-stained streets into a labyrinth of grey slush. It hammered against the cracked, salt-crusted windows of the bus station, mirroring the frantic, shattered rhythm of Elara Vance’s heart. Each drop sounded like a gavel striking a desk, pronouncing a sentence she wasn't ready to serve. ​In her trembling hand, she clutched two slips of paper that represented the total sum of her existence. One was a positive pregnancy test, the blue lines appearing like a cruel joke against the plastic; the other was a crumpled eviction notice, the ink bleeding into the cheap paper from the dampness of her palms. ​"He’ll help," she whispered, her voice a ghost of a sound that was immediately swallowed by the wind whistling through the station’s rafters. She looked at the empty, cold bench beside her, imagining Julian sitting there, his warm hand covering hers. "Julian loves me. He promised we

Julian wasn't a man who accepted "no" for an answer. He had spent five years at the peak of the world, and he was used to getting exactly what he wanted. And right now, he wanted Elara Vance back in his life—not just in his boardroom. But he wasn't the only one. That evening, Julian hosted a gala for the "New Dawn" project. It was a mandatory event for the consultants. He spent the first hour scanning the room, ignoring heiresses and senators, waiting for her. When she arrived, the room went silent. Elara was wearing a floor-length emerald silk dress that made her skin look like porcelain. But she wasn't alone. A tall, blonde man with a kind face and an athletic build held her hand. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear that made her laugh—a real, genuine laugh that Julian hadn't seen in years. Julian felt a surge of jealousy so violent it made his vision blur. "Who is that?" Julian asked his assistant, his voice a low growl. "Th

The silence in the apartment was deafening. Leo looked at the tall stranger with wide, curious eyes. Julian looked at the boy as if he were seeing a miracle. "Leo, honey, go back to bed. This is just... a business associate," Elara said, her voice trembling. Leo nodded sleepily and retreated to his room. The moment the bedroom door clicked shut, Julian turned on Elara. "A business associate?" he hissed, his face pale. "He has my eyes, Elara. He has my mother’s chin. How old is he?" "He’s mine," Elara said, standing her ground. "Just mine." "Five years," Julian whispered, the math finally clicking in his head. "He’s five. You were pregnant that night. You stood in the rain with my son in your womb while I..." "While you closed the curtains!" Elara screamed, the five years of suppressed rage finally exploding. "You don't get to act surprised now! You don't get to play the father! You traded us for a CEO title. You have your peak, Julian. Leave us in

Continuation Protecting us?" Elara laughed, a hollow, bitter sound. "Julian, we were evicted three days after you 'protected' us. My father died in a public ward because we couldn't afford the private care your mother promised. I gave birth to your son in a charity hospital where the heating didn't work." The silence that followed was heavy with the scent of old lies. Julian’s face went ash-gray. "She told me... she told me she handled the bills. She showed me receipts, Elara." "She showed you what you wanted to see so you could be CEO without a guilty conscience," Elara whispered, stepping closer until her chest was inches from his. "Don't try to play the victim here. You were the one with the power. You were the one at the peak. And you didn't once think to check if the ground beneath you was covered in my blood." Julian reached out, his hand trembling as he touched a stray lock of her hair. "I’m going to make it right. I’ll give you everything. I’l

After Marcus left—following a tense standoff in the foyer—Elara found herself in the master study. She was supposed to be reviewing blueprints, but her mind was a whirlwind. She opened a velvet-lined drawer in the desk, looking for a pen, when she saw it. A small, blue box. Her breath hitched. She knew that box. It was the engagement ring Julian had shown her the night before the betrayal. She opened it, expecting it to be empty. Instead, the five-carat diamond caught the light, mocking her with its brilliance. "I never returned it," Julian said from the doorway. He was leaning against the frame, watching her with a look of profound exhaustion. "The jewelers called me a week after you left. They asked if I wanted to sell it back. I told them to rot in hell." "You should have sold it," Elara said, snapping the box shut. "It’s just a rock now. A very expensive reminder of a lie." "It wasn't a lie," Julian stepped into the room, the scent of cedar and expensiv