Todos los capítulos de Betrayed by My Husband, Loved by a Billionaire: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Amara Collins stood in front of the floor-length mirror, staring at her reflection.The woman looking back at her was beautiful.Her black gown hugged her figure perfectly. The diamond necklace around her neck sparkled under the warm lights of the room. Her makeup was flawless, and her dark hair fell elegantly over her shoulders.She looked exactly like the wife of a billionaire CEO.Yet she felt completely invisible.A bitter smile touched her lips.Three years.Three years of marriage, and she still felt like a stranger in her own husband's life.Tonight was Adrian Blackwell's thirty-second birthday celebration. The Blackwell Estate was filled with influential guests from across the country. Business moguls, politicians, celebrities, and investors had all gathered to celebrate one man.Adrian Blackwell.The youngest billionaire in the city.The most powerful CEO in the country.And the man who had never truly been her husband.A soft knock sounded on the door."Mrs. Blackwell?" a ma

Amara barely slept that night.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the same thing.Adrian smiling.Not at her.At Isabella.A simple smile.Something so ordinary.Yet it haunted her more than she cared to admit.By morning, she convinced herself she was overthinking.Perhaps Isabella was simply an important business associate.Perhaps she was reading too much into things.Perhaps...The excuses sounded weak even in her own head.Still, she clung to them.Because the alternative was too painful.The next evening, Adrian hosted a private dinner at one of the city's most exclusive restaurants.Several investors and business partners were attending.As his wife, Amara was expected to be there.She spent over an hour getting ready.Not because she was excited.But because she desperately wanted to feel worthy.Worthy of standing beside him.Worthy of being called Mrs. Blackwell.Worthy of being seen.When she arrived at the restaurant, the hostess immediately escorted her to the privat

The next few days passed quietly.Too quietly.But for Amara, the silence brought no peace.Because no matter how hard she tried, one name kept finding its way back into her thoughts.Isabella Grant.It was becoming impossible to ignore.The woman seemed to be everywhere.In Adrian's conversations.In his meetings.In his late-night phone calls.And now...Even in the news.Amara sat alone in the breakfast room one morning, scrolling through a business magazine on her tablet.A headline immediately caught her attention."BLACKWELL ENTERPRISES AND GRANT GLOBAL ANNOUNCE STRATEGIC PARTNERSHIP."Her heart skipped.Grant Global.Isabella's company.Amara opened the article.The accompanying photograph showed Adrian and Isabella standing side by side at a press conference.Both looked confident.Powerful.Perfect.The camera had captured them smiling at each other.Not at the reporters.At each other.A strange ache settled in Amara's chest.Why did they look more like a couple than she and

The next morning, Amara woke up exhausted.She had barely slept.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Adrian standing in the garden.Laughing.Smiling.Being the version of himself she had always longed to know.A version that seemed reserved for everyone except his wife.---The mansion was unusually quiet.When Amara came downstairs, Adrian had already left for work.No surprise there.He always left early.Sometimes she wondered if he did it intentionally.As though spending time with her was something he avoided.---After breakfast, Amara decided to leave the house.She needed fresh air.More importantly, she needed a break from her thoughts.Because lately, they were becoming unbearable.---Around noon, she met her longtime friend, Sophia, at a café downtown.Sophia had known Amara long before she became Mrs. Blackwell.Long before wealth.Long before heartbreak.---"You look terrible," Sophia said bluntly.---Amara laughed."You always know how to make someone feel better

The next few days were unbearable.Not because Adrian and Amara fought.But because they didn't.Nothing changed.And somehow, that hurt even more.---They ate breakfast in silence.Passed each other in hallways.Shared the same house.Yet lived completely separate lives.---Amara found herself watching him more often now.Not because she wanted to.Because she couldn't help it.She was searching for answers.Searching for signs.Searching for proof that she still mattered.---But every answer seemed to lead back to the same person.Isabella.---Thursday evening arrived quietly.Adrian had informed her he would be attending an important corporate event.Another business gathering.Another late night.Another excuse.---Amara remained home.Alone.Again.---She tried reading.Failed.Tried watching television.Failed.Tried sleeping.Failed.---Around 10 p.m., her phone suddenly vibrated.A message.From an unknown number.---Her heart immediately began racing.---The message