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

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A Warning Not a Bluff.

The morning at Sutton started loud in the best way.Lawrence had attached himself to my back the second I stepped into the kitchen, arms locked around my waist while I mixed pancake batter.“Exactly like college,” he mumbled against my shoulder. “Don’t you dare change the recipe.”I kept stirring, unbothered by the extra weight.“You’re clinging harder than the batter.”From the doorway Samantha watched us with an exaggerated pout, arms crossed.“I’ll be the bigger person and let him have this moment,” she declared. “But only because he’s a guest.”Lawrence lifted his head just enough to grin at her.“Guest privileges. Permanent.”By the time the three of us sat down the competition began. Lawrence pushed two extra pancakes onto my plate. Samantha immediately added a third and a neat pile of berries.“She needs the fruit,” Samantha said firmly.“She needs the carbs,” Lawrence countered, sliding the syrup closer to me. “College Mikayla surv

Home Security Orb's Successful Launch.

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

Seems Like They're Cutting Off One Another.

Security reached them before the newcomers fully crossed the threshold. Two uniformed details stepped into their path, palms raised, bodies forming a quiet wall. The polite request to turn back landed like a held breath in the corridor just outside the main hall.Victor’s voice cut through first, already too loud for the space.“Samantha still carries the Xavier name. We have every right to enter.”Leona’s hand settled on his arm, her tone softer but no less insistent.“We only came to support her. Nothing more.”Sebastian stood half a step behind them, jaw tight, eyes fixed somewhere past the guards. He looked like a man who had been pulled forward against his own better judgment.I noticed the quick, almost nervous glance Henry and Kylie sent across the room, toward Albert. I followed it. Albert’s gaze met mine for less than a second. I let a small, knowing smile settle on my face. He looked away at once, turned to the guest beside him,

Pressuring with Evidence to Confess.

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

Samantha's Starting to Get Suspicious.

Every pair of eyes in the lounge locked on me. For a moment the room itself seemed to hold its breath, no shift of chairs, no cleared throat, only the low hum of the climate control and the weight of waiting.Henry’s mouth opened and closed once before the words scraped out.“You… knew?”Samantha’s hand found mine under the edge of the table. Her fingers were cool against my skin. When I glanced at her, the confusion in her face was clear, not anger, not accusation, only the quiet need not to be left outside the truth.“When did you put all of this together?” she asked. “How long have you known Albert was behind it?”Before I could answer, Kylie seized the opening like oxygen, her voice sharp with leftover venom.“Remember what I told you at the boutique? I warned you she isn’t who she pretends to be. She’s been moving pieces behind your back this whole time.”Samantha’s brow drew together as the words landed, and suspicion settled openly across

It Felt Like She's Slipping Away.

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 Felt Lighter, Then Went Dark.

Silence filled the small living room after the footage closed.Yves seemed to read the shift in the air. He stood, gathered Harvey with a gentle hand on the boy’s shoulder, and guided him down the hall toward his room so the two of them could play. Brigette quietly moved into the kitchen and began the familiar sounds of dinner preparation, water running, a pot set on the stove, leaving Claire and me alone on the sofa.Claire waited a moment longer, then turned to me.“Is there something else bothering you? Not just the man with the camera.”I stared at her face for a few seconds and finally let out a long breath. The words came slower than I expected.“I feel like Samantha’s avoiding me. It didn’t happen all at once. After the launch it was small things, shorter answers, the busy excuse more often. Now she barely talks to me unless it’s about schedules. She meets Sebastian alone. She tells me, so it isn’t a lie, but she’s still choosing distance.”Claire

They Really Went Too Far.

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

Time for me to Show Up.

While Lawrence worked, Samantha’s trembling finally gave way to exhaustion. She fell asleep against my chest, breath still uneven but slower. I signaled one of the guards and asked them to bring in a sofa so she could rest properly. When they wheeled it in I rose carefully, carried her the short distance, and laid her down as gently as I could. Then I stepped into the corridor and called Alicia.“Come take care of Samantha for a while. I need to handle this myself.”Only after Alicia arrived and settled beside the sofa did I walk back to the man on the floor. I pulled the gag free and crouched in front of him.“Who are you?”He only laughed, eyes bloodshot and unfocused. The sound scraped against every raw nerve I had left. My fist tightened. I almost drove it into his face but at the last second I stopped. Hitting him would give me nothing useful. The high in his system had already made him useless for answers.I checked his pockets instead.

Samantha's Stabilizing.

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

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