Todos los capítulos de Betrayed : His Plus-Size Wife's Revenge : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The cold touch of Damon's fingers beneath her chin was the only thing keeping Clara anchored to reality. Amid the chorus of blaring horns and the chaos of the city's congested streets, she could do nothing but stare into the pair of dark eyes before her.They were exactly as she remembered them from more than a decade ago—sharp, captivating, and filled with an intensity that had always left her breathless."Damon... h-how are you here...?" Clara's voice caught in her throat. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks, dampening the thumb Damon was gently using to wipe them away.Damon didn't answer with words.Ignoring the stares of bystanders and the growing line of impatient cars, he slipped one arm beneath Clara's knees and the other around her back, lifting her effortlessly into his arms."P-Put me down... Damon, what are you doing?" Clara protested weakly, but the strength had long since drained from her after witnessing the betrayal that had shattered her heart."You're in shock, Clara

"Where are we going, Damon?" Clara finally asked, breaking the silence. Her voice was hoarse, drained after the emotional storm she had endured throughout the day. "I need to find a hotel. I don't have anywhere to stay tonight...""You're not staying at any hotel, Clara," Damon interrupted calmly. His voice was low and even, leaving no room for argument. He turned toward her, his dark eyes gleaming beneath the passing streetlights."You're coming with me."Clara shifted to face him, concern etched across her features."Damon, please. I'm grateful you stood up for me back there, but I just walked out of my marriage. I need time alone to think. I can't just move into another man's home."A faint, icy smile curved Damon's lips.He leaned closer, ignoring Clara's gentle attempt to push against his chest. His long fingers brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear before the back of his hand softly traced her trembling jaw."Another man?" he murmured, locking eyes with her."I'm not 'an

Damon's kiss on Clara's lips was more than a simple touch—it was a declaration of possession that left every part of her frozen. Warmth and cold raced down her spine at the same time. When Damon finally pulled away, his fingers lingered against her jaw, his rough thumb brushing gently over her slightly damp lips.Clara drew in a shaky breath, blinking in confusion as she stared into the pair of dark eyes watching her without the slightest trace of regret."Damon... you can't do this to me," she whispered, her trembling voice barely audible. "I'm not even officially divorced yet. I'm falling apart, and you're taking advantage of that to—""I'm not taking advantage of your situation, Clara." Damon interrupted gently, though his tone remained firm. "I'm taking advantage of the opportunity."He released her arms and walked toward the corner of the room, retrieving the black suit jacket hanging neatly nearby."My lawyers will meet with you this afternoon to deliver copies of the court docu

"Don’t touch me, Clara! Look at you! I can’t even get aroused looking at you anymore. What do you expect me to do, make love to a wall?!"Julian shoved Clara’s arms away with ruthless force, sending her tumbling onto the edge of the plush king-sized bed. The deep crimson lace nightgown she had bought with the last remnants of her courage now felt like a humiliation, a cruel joke directed at her changing body.Without giving his weeping wife a single glance, Julian snatched his car keys from the vanity table, pulled his jacket over his shoulder, and strode out of their bedroom. The heavy thud of the front door slamming shut, followed by the aggressive roar of an accelerating sports car engine, signaled his departure—leaving Clara stranded in an suffocating void.Inside his car, Julian gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. Months of pent-up boredom and frustration made the thought of staying under the same roof with Clara insufferable. He craved thrill, freedo

Julian’s face flushed a deep, ugly crimson as Damon’s words hung in the air, sharp and suffocating. His jaw clenched so hard the muscles in his cheeks quivered. Never in his life had anyone dared to speak to him with such icy contempt, let alone in front of his own house, standing beside his own wife."How dare you..." Julian spat, taking a step forward with his fists balled at his sides. "You don't know a damn thing about us! Clara is my wife! We’ve been married for five years!""And you spent those five years slowly suffocating her," Damon replied, his voice terrifyingly calm. He didn't even bother to raise his fists. His mere posture, the sheer aura of absolute authority radiating from his tall, tailored frame, rendered Julian’s aggression look like the desperate tantrums of a child. "You took her devotion and treated it as a burden. You looked at her quiet grace and called it boring.""Shut up! Just shut the hell up!" Julian roared, shifting his furious glare toward Clara. "Is thi