All Chapters of Betrayed by my Husband, So I Took His Sister: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The day of the launch arrived under a high, open dome built for conventions, glass panels catching the morning light, rows of seating fanning out from a wide central stage, and display screens already glowing with the Wireless Global and Opticon Evo logos side by side. The space felt large enough to swallow sound, yet every conversation carried.I sat with Lawrence in the front section reserved for VIPs. On stage, Samantha stood beside Ismael Genver, CEO of Wireless Global. The lights dimmed just enough to pull every eye forward.Ismael stepped to the microphone first. He rested one hand lightly on the sleek white unit displayed on the raised platform.“This is the Home Security Orb.” He turned the unit slowly so the audience could see every angle. “It moves on reinforced wheels and carries an independent suspension system designed to absorb impact without losing balance. The body rotates a full 360 degrees.”He gestured to the upper housing.“High-reso

We followed the group down a side corridor. The carpet muffled every step. The farther we walked from the banquet hall the quieter the air became, until the only sounds left were the soft click of a door latch and the low hum of the lounge’s climate control. When the door closed behind us the atmosphere changed at once, thicker, heavier, stripped of every polite layer the public room had required.I took my place in front of them and looked from face to face without hurry. Victor’s forced authority, Leona’s careful concern, Sebastian’s closed expression, Kylie’s bright anger, Henry’s sweating calculation, each one registered and filed.What they saw standing in front of them was no longer the woman who had once tolerated their presence. It was someone measuring each of them as a nuisance that needed to be dealt with.“Sit.”The word came out flat and cold. I kept one hand at the small of Samantha’s back, guiding her gently into the chair beside mine be

I barely remembered how the banquet ended.One moment we were stepping out of the private lounge, the next I was moving through the rest of that evening on something close to autopilot, shaking hands, accepting congratulations on Samantha’s behalf, answering questions I would not later be able to recall. The details slid off me. What stayed was the quiet shift that began the moment we left that room and then deepened, day by day.At first Samantha only seemed tired. She still answered when I spoke and still shared the same house, but the easy conversations grew shorter. By the third day the busy excuse appeared more often than it used to. By the end of the first week it had become the default reply whenever I tried to pull her into anything longer than logistics. She never lied about where she was going. Most evenings she simply told me she was meeting Sebastian and left the rest unsaid. I did not stop her. In the background the tech headlines filled

I was already spiraling.My fists had locked so tight the nails bit into my palms. The edges of the lab kept tilting. Every breath felt too shallow, too loud. Then Samantha’s entire body collided with mine in a desperate, full-body hug. She clung so hard it almost knocked me back a step. She was sobbing, raw, unbroken sounds that shook all the way through her. Her whole frame trembled against me, the kind of shaking that came from terror rather than guilt.It was not the look of someone who had been caught cheating.Something in my chest snapped into a colder, sharper focus. Whatever this was, it was wrong in a way that went past betrayal. I reached past her shoulder, slammed the emergency alarm panel on the wall, and held it down until the building answered. Metal shutters began dropping over the outer glass with heavy, sequential thuds. Every exit sealed. Security phones across the floors would already be screaming.The lab’s heavy doors locked

Home settled around us in quiet layers.The lights stayed low. The city noise beyond the windows felt distant. Samantha slept in short stretches and woke with the same sharp inhale every time the nightmares returned. I stayed awake with her through each one, one hand steady on her back until her breathing evened out again. The trauma had not left her body yet. Elias Gomez’s case, by contrast, had already become solid enough for the system to move.When the doctors cleared her to face the footage, I sat with the investigators in a small review room and watched the lab recording from start to finish. The janitor entered with his cart. He mopped in slow, ordinary arcs that brought him closer to Samantha’s workstation without drawing attention. Then the shift, too fast, too practiced. He overpowered her before she could fully turn. The timestamp sat in the corner of the screen like an accusation. If I had been even a minute later, he would have