All Chapters of BETRAYED BY MY HUSBAND, LOVED BY HIS BROTHER : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The morning light filtered through the half-drawn hotel curtains as Kendra stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped tightly in the hotel robe. The long shower had washed away the sweat and stickiness of their night, but it did nothing to clear the pounding in her head or the growing knot of regret in her chest. She has never slept with a stranger before, never hooked up with a guy, and last night she did, she felt like a whore, the whore Richard called her. But the regret was nothing, after all she's no longer married, she's not in any situationships, just back in her single era. Knox was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirt on but unbuttoned, watching her with that same steady gaze from last night. He smiled softly. “Come back to bed for a bit. We can order breakfast—” “Excuse me? As what? Your girlfriend? Your maid or who?” Kendra said harshly, she's been ignoring his gaze but his words can't be ignored. She gathered her black dress, bra and panties and looked at him coldl

[Last night wasn’t a mistake for me. If you ever want to talk, text me princess!!!—Knox.] Kendra scoffed softly in the quiet of her office, the sound barely disturbing the air. After everything with Richard, the truth had finally crystallized inside her that she deserved better. She deserved to be loved and chosen without having to fight for it, without shrinking herself or begging for affection that was never freely given. How had she ever loved a man like him? He had never shown her real affection, he never gave her the affection that wrapped around her heart and made her feel safe. He was always nonchalant, distant, cold even when she was right there offering everything, understanding him and accepting the fact that he's like that and never judged him. He never gave her emotional care, just half-hearted apologies and he was really manipulative to the core. Even when she was sick, he'd act like it was a normal pain and leave maids to take care of her.She had been so blinded

Freya’s face crumpled at Grace’s sharp declaration. The older woman’s voice had cut through the dining room like a whip, leaving no room for misinterpretation. Silence blanketed the table for a long moment, broken only by the faint clink of silverware as servants hesitated in the doorway with the next course. “Grandmother, you’re being cruel,” Richard said, his voice tight with frustration. “Freya is not a mistress. She’s my girlfriend, and she’s here because I chose her. It's time you all realise Kendra and I are done, we're divorced and her chapter is closed.” Grace lifted her chin, her pearl necklace gleaming under the warm lights. “Closed for you, perhaps. But blood and loyalty run deeper than papers signed by lawyers.”“Kendra was more than a wife to this family. She was the glue that held your ambitions together without demanding the spotlight. And you...” she turned her piercing gaze fully on Freya, “...you watched it all from the shadows, smiling in her face while stabbin

Kendra leaned back in her chair, watching as Elena cleared the main plates from their dinner setup in the office lounge. She just had roasted salmon which was flaky and perfectly seasoned, the garlic mashed potatoes creamy, and the herb-roasted vegetables still carried a faint, appetizing aroma. When did she last eat with someone, maybe when she just married Richard or when she goes to family dinner or friends gathering or with Freya sometimes. Richard never stays home to have breakfast or dinner or lunch, he'd eat at work, who knows if he's always with Freya.She eats alone most of the time, the maids at Richard's mansion can testify. And one of the things she loves is eating with someone, maybe dinner or anything, someone should just be there. She sighed out. At least her heart is at peace now, she's not loving someone that doesn't love her anymore. Elena worked quietly and efficiently, stacking the dishes on a tray. She returned from the small kitchenette with two steaming mug

Kendra smirked bitterly, even after everything—after the lies, the betrayal, the way he had shattered her life into jagged pieces, he still had the audacity to send a message like that. She dropped her phone onto the silk sheets, her chest tightening so sharply she had to press a hand against it, as if she could physically hold her heart together. The pain wasn’t just emotional anymore; it sat heavy in her ribs, squeezing the breath from her lungs.His actions had already carved deep wounds in her heart, but what hurt worse was the complete absence of remorse. Not even a hint of guilt from him. No late-night confessions or desperate pleas for forgiveness. Just this casual, entitled message, as if he still had any right to reach across the ruins he’d left behind. Maybe he didn’t even understand what he’d done. Or maybe he did, and simply didn’t care. He married her for the money, for the security her family name provided, he never married her for love. All the proposals, the sweet