Betrayed by my sister, Deceived by my husband 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

**Stacy POV**Damian Blackwood completely ignored the stunned, furious look frozen on my face.With effortless, agonizing grace, he crossed the marble foyer of my home, his heavy leather shoes striking the floor with a slow, deliberate cadence that echoed through the vast, hollow space. He didn't look like an intruder, nor did he look like a stranger who had just forced his way into a private estate uninvited. He looked like a dark titan surveying his newly conquered territory, perfectly unbothered by the storm radiating off my trembling frame.He stopped a few feet away from us, bringing his massive, broad-shouldered frame down as he dropped smoothly onto one knee. The dark charcoal fabric of his impeccably tailored suit stretched taut across his shoulders. He leveled his icy blue eyes with my four-year-old daughter, who was clinging desperately to the fabric of my trousers, her tiny fingers buried in the cloth as she peeked out from behind my legs."I brought this for you," Damian s

Stacy POV**I violently yanked myself backward, breaking his grip and stumbling away from him. My chest heaved as I gasped for the air he had just stolen, my heart thrashing wildly against my ribs like a trapped beast.Before I could unleash the searing rage burning in my throat, a tiny, fragile voice echoed from the top of the grand staircase behind us.“Mommy? Daddy? What are you doing?”My entire body locked up, the blood draining from my face so fast the room spun.I whipped around. Tania was standing on the landing, her small hands holding onto the wooden banister, staring down at us with wide, innocently confused brown eyes.My gaze snapped back to Damian. The cold, calculating titan was standing perfectly still, his eyes locked on mine with an unreadable intensity.*So that’s why he kissed me.*The realization hit me like a sudden physical blow. He must have seen her footsteps in his peripheral vision. He must have known she was coming down the hall. He wanted her to witness it

**Stacy POV***Have you been cheating on me with him this whole time?!*The audacity of those words burned through my retinas like concentrated acid. I stared at the glowing blue screen of my phone, my breath hitching in my throat as a wave of pure, incredulous disgust washed over me.Why on earth did he care? How could a man who systematically tore my life apart, stole millions from my family, and slept with my own sister have the absolute gall to question my loyalty? Ethan had thrown our four-year marriage into the gutter without a single second thought. He had replaced me, robbed me, and abandoned our child. Yet here he was, throwing a pathetic, jealous tantrum because he saw another man’s ring on my finger.He must have been utterly out of his mind if he thought I was going to dignify his toxic paranoia with a response. He didn't deserve my anger. He didn't deserve my tears. He certainly didn't deserve a single second of my energy.With a hard, decisive swipe of my thumb, I locked

*Ethan POV**I stood in the doorway of the grand dining room, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped beast. My chest heaved as I looked at the beautiful, warm scene before me—the morning sunlight pouring through the sheer lace curtains, the table laid out with fresh fruit and warm breakfast, and my tiny, perfect four-year-old daughter sitting in her chair.I stretched my arms out wide, opening my palms toward her, waiting desperately for the moment that would fix the suffocating ruin inside me.“I’m here, my princess,” I rasped, my voice cracking under the crushing weight of my own desperation. “Daddy is here.”I waited for the sudden gasp of joy. I waited for the patter of her tiny shoes across the polished marble. I waited for her small, soft arms to throw themselves around my neck so I could bury my face in her hair and pretend the last horrific week hadn’t happened.But she didn't move.She just sat there, frozen in her chair, her small hands clutching her fork. Her big

Stacy POV**“Why do you care?” I asked, my voice dangerously calm, floating across the vast expanse of the silent dining room like a thin layer of frost.Ethan’s face twisted into an ugly, agonized mask of pure rage. “Just answer me!” he roared, stepping closer, his breathing ragged and uncontrolled. “Answer me, Stacy! Were you spreading your legs for Damian Blackwood while you were still wearing my ring on your finger? Was he touching you in our bed while I was out working for this family?!”I let out a single, bitter breath, my lips curving into a cold, merciless smile that didn't reach my eyes. “You don't honestly expect me to answer that, do you?” I asked, tilting my head slightly as I looked at him. “You lost the right to ask me about my bed, my loyalty, or my heart the exact second you laid yours down in a hotel room with my sister.”“Stacy—”“You know everything you need to know now, Ethan,” I cut in, my voice dropping into a low, iron-clad register that echoed off the high cei