Betrayed by my sister, Deceived by my husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Stacy POVToday was supposed to be ordinary.Instead, it became the worst day of my life—the day that dismantled every piece of the empire and family I had spent a decade building.My head throbbed with a vicious migraine as I sat behind my massive mahogany desk, staring down at a mountain of pending contracts and financial reports. At just twenty-four years old, I was Stacy Roberts, CEO of one of the fastest-growing companies in the country. I had clawed my way up from nothing, transforming a desperate gamble into a billion-dollar enterprise.People called me lucky.They didn't see the silent tears shed in empty boardrooms. They didn't know the crushing weight of relentless failure before the breakthrough. They only saw the polished exterior. But none of the titles, accolades, or money mattered to me.What mattered sat waiting for me at home:My family.My husband, Ethan.My little girl, named after the twin sister I adored.I had always believed I possessed everything a woman could

Stacy POVThe night stretched out like an endless, suffocating abyss.I lay rigid on the vast expanse of the mattress, my eyes fixed blindly on the shadowed ceiling while hot, silent tears carved continuous paths down my cheeks. The house was dead—wrapped in a heavy, unnatural stillness—but the cacophony inside my mind was deafening. Every time I blinked, I was trapped in a agonizing loop of phantom memories: my daughter's radiant smile, her tiny hands reaching out, the familiar patter of her bare feet echoing down the hallway.*"Mommy! Mommy is home!"*I could hear her voice so clearly it physically ached in my chest.I rolled over, my hand instinctively reaching across the mattress. Ethan's side was empty, cold, and smooth. The sight of it drove a fresh stake straight through my heart. My husband had betrayed me. My sister had gutted me. But none of that monumental pain mattered in the face of the singular, agonizing truth that consumed my soul:*My daughter was gone.*My baby was o

Stacy POV “You love me?”The words escaped my lips before I could stop them, tasting like ash on my tongue.I stared at Ethan through the thick, burning mist of tears blurring my vision. His wrists were locked in cold, unforgiving steel cuffs, his face streaked with sweat and tears, but there was something in his eyes—a raw, frantic desperation—that almost made me believe him.Almost.“Yes,” he whispered, his voice cracking on the single syllable, carrying a weight that threatened to pull us both under. “I do, Stacy. God help me, I do.”I gave a bitter, broken laugh that cut through the stifling quiet of the hallway. It was a sound devoid of joy, sharp enough to bleed on.“Can you hear yourself?” I asked, my voice rising slightly, shaking with a cocktail of fury and profound exhaustion. “Can you actually stand there, bound in handcuffs for kidnapping and fraud, and say those words to my face?”Ethan lowered his head, his chin sinking against his chest. For once in his life, the chari

Stacy POV “Wow. So you really think that because you have money, you get to have anything and everything you want?”The words tore out of my throat, raw and jagged, slicing through the heavy, stagnant air between us. I stood anchored to the burning asphalt, my heart thrashing against my ribs like a caged beast. The sheer, towering arrogance of the man standing before me was enough to make my blood boil into pure venom. He stood there in his tailored dark jacket, bathed in the sharp afternoon sunlight, looking down at me as if the entire earth was merely a piece of real estate he hadn't gotten around to purchasing yet.I gave a harsh, broken laugh that held no humor—only the razor-sharp edge of a woman who had already been pushed past her breaking point today.“Well, guess what, Mr. Blackwood?” I spat, taking a hard, defiant step toward him, refusing to shrink under his suffocating shadow. “You’re too late. I am already married.”The moment the declaration left my lips, an instinctive

Stacy POV “There’s no need to drag a complete stranger into a private family nightmare,” I whispered to the empty, quiet interior of the car.I forced the heavy, metallic black card back into the depths of my coat pocket, turning my back on the temptation of Damian Blackwood. I gripped the leather steering wheel until my knuckles turned stark white, shifted into drive, and began the long, agonizing journey back home.The drive was suffocatingly silent. Every streetlamp we passed seemed to mock the ruin of my life, casting long, dark shadows across the dashboard. My chest felt hollow, like a cavern scraped raw by betrayal. I kept glancing in the rearview mirror, watching the subtle rise and fall of my four-year-old daughter’s chest as she drifted in and out of an uneasy sleep. She was the only reason my heart was still beating.When we finally pulled up the long, winding driveway of our estate, the grand mansion looked entirely different. The towering stone pillars and warm golden ext