All Chapters of Begging The Woman He Ruined : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Mira’s POV“If I tell you the truth.” His voice cracked. “You’ll leave me.”The words hung between us like a storm waiting to break. I stared at him, my heartbeat pounding painfully against my chest. “Try me,” I whispered.David closed his eyes for a brief moment before releasing a long, shaky breath. “Kamara has been in my life for a very long time.”I said nothing.He slowly walked toward the window, keeping his back to me as though looking at me made the confession even harder. “I met her years before I met Vanessa and years before I met you.”“She wasn’t just someone I knew.” He paused. “She became my business partner.” “When I was trying to build my company, I had nothing. Investors kept turning me down. Every bank rejected my proposals.”“I was ready to give up.” “Then Kamara walked into my life.” “She believed in my ideas when nobody else did.” He turned to face me.“She’s from one of the wealthiest families in the country. Money was never a problem for her.” His eyes droppe

Mira’s POV}“Mira!”David’s voice chased after me, but I refused to stop. I kept walking. The tears streaming down my face blurred the lights around me, yet I didn’t slow down. Every step felt heavier than the last, but turning back wasn’t an option anymore.“Mira, wait!” His footsteps drew closer. A hand almost touched my arm before I pulled away without looking at him.. “Don’t touch me.” My voice was barely above a whisper, yet it carried every ounce of pain I had left.“Mira please, just listen.”I laughed bitterly. “Listen?” I finally turned to face him. “I’ve spent my entire marriage listening to your excuses, David.”People passing by slowed to stare, but I didn’t care. “You promised me tonight would be different.”“It wasn’t what you think.”“Then what was it?” I demanded. “Because from where I was sitting, another woman humiliated me while my husband watched in silence.”David ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Kamara was discussing work.”“Work?” My voice cracked. “Does

The house had never felt so empty. I was just rolling on the bed, thinking myself out questioning my worth. Why is my husband treating me this way?I couldn’t bring myself to move. The silence pressed against my chest until it became difficult to breathe. Slowly, I lowered myself onto the other side of the bed.The tears wouldn’t come.Perhaps I had cried too much the night before. Or perhaps I had finally run out of tears. I stared at my wedding ring, twisting it around my finger. “When did we become like this?” I whispered.No one answered. A bitter smile crossed my lips. Maybe this was my fault. Maybe I wasn’t enough for him. The thought settled heavily in my heart. My hand drifted to my stomach.I pressed my palm against it without thinking. Was this why? Was it because I still hadn’t given him a child? Maybe if I had been pregnant. Maybe he would have come home sooner.Maybe he would have chosen me instead of another meeting. Maybe. A broken sob escaped my lips. Or maybe none of t

{Mira’s POV}Kamara’s voice cut through the silence before I could take another step.“Mira.”My feet stopped on their own. I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. Every pair of eyes in the dining room was on me. She leaned back comfortably in her chair, one elegant hand resting against the table as though she were the queen of the house.“Please,” she said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, “take this food out of my sight.”My fingers curled into fists. “I’ve completely lost my appetite.” The room fell silent. No one spoke. No one moved. I slowly turned to face her.She nudged the untouched plate away from herself with the tip of her fork, as though even looking at it offended her. “I don’t like seeing food I can’t eat.”The businessmen exchanged uncomfortable glances. One of the older men frowned. Another cleared his throat awkwardly. One of them finally spoke.“Miss Kamara I don’t think that’s necessary. The meal is perfectly fine.” “I agree,” another added. “Mrs. David prepared a

No one spoke. The only sound filling the dining room was the faint clinking of cutlery against porcelain plates.Vanessa sat quietly beside Leo, helping him cut his food into smaller pieces while David watched their son with a softness I hadn’t seen directed at me in a long time.I remained standing near the dining table. This was my home. My dining room. My table. Yet somehow, I felt like an outsider.Kamara picked up her wine glass and took a slow sip, completely at ease. She looked around the room before her eyes finally settled on me.“Mira.”I didn’t answer. She smiled. “Come here.” I reluctantly walked closer. She pulled out a chair with one hand. “Sit.”“I’d rather stand.”Her smile faded slightly. “I wasn’t asking.”For a brief moment, I considered walking away, but David remained silent, his attention fixed on Leo as though nothing unusual was happening. Slowly, I sat down.Kamara nodded with satisfaction. “Good.” She folded her hands neatly on the table. “Now.” “I think you