Betrayal Marriage Novels & Stories

Ivan took my hand, looking at me with unwavering sincerity. "Before God and everyone present, I hereby swear. "Through life and death, glory or ruin, my loyalty, my love, my everything, belong only to you." He unfastened his cufflinks, exposed his wrist, and made a small cut on his palm with a dagger. I did the same. Blood welled up, and he clasped my hand. Our fingers entwined while our blood mingled. "From this moment on, you are my wife. You are my family."

“It was never about me. It was always about the throne. He never wanted me back.” I could feel the sting of betrayal burning in my chest, but more than that, I felt numb. Empty. Like everything I had believed in had been ripped away from me. I had agreed to this marriage because I thought maybe there was something between us, something real. But now, it was all revealed to be a big fat joke. I somehow knew, somewhere in the back of my mind that it was going to end like this. That there had to be an ulterior motive, but stupid me still thought that perhaps this time it would be different. How foolish of me. “Alina, please,” Maria pleaded. “It’s more complicated than that.”

Wilson moaned. I couldn't feel anything as I heard the unmistakable voice of my husband. I was numb as hot tears trickled down my face at his betrayal. It hurt so much I could barely breathe. To think he didn't even have the decency of respecting me that he'd brought a woman to our home and was sleeping with her. Was I a joke to him?. After everything I had done for him. It was like a knife was being pierced into my heart and I was slowly dying from the pain.

"How could he betray our marriage and choose someone else over me? He has been cheating me for so long!" Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I tried to make sense of it all. I had believed in our marriage, in the vows we had exchanged, and in the love we had shared. But now, all those promises felt like empty echoes, shattered by the reality of his unfaithfulness.

It had helped me to remember how little I appeared to know John. “Guarantee me, this won’t ever repeat,” I had asked John when I initially looked into his betrayal. “I guarantee,” he had replied, and I had absurdly trusted him. I had been enamored, and when in affection, you can accept anything your accomplice tells you. Love can go to dazzle trust. It’s sad I got to get familiar with this large number of things later. I can’t determine what hurt the most: discovering my better half had been untrustworthy, acknowledging I had been living in deception, or knowing the one who had hit the keep going nail on the final resting place of what I called marriage.

“Word has already spread! The neighbors saw the police take Delia away in nothing but a sheet! Pregnant! Your own pregnant sister dragged out like a criminal! Have you no shame?” I lowered my hand from my cheek. My voice came out cold, even though everything inside me was burning hot. “She is a criminal. She broke into my home. She broke into my marriage and fucked my husband on my wedding anniversary. She deserves to rot in hell.” “Your marriage?” Mary let out a bitter laugh. “If your marriage was worth anything, she wouldn’t have been able to break into it, would she?” The words hit me like another slap. I felt a painful pang in my chest.

Needed to torture myself with the images of Damian's face, contorted in what looked like genuine affection for another woman. I wanted to mock myself for ever thinking I could be happy. For ever thinking that I, of all people, could be deserving of a love story. It was just like Chloe had said. I was catching feelings for a man I was supposed to hate. And now, it seemed, I had been right to be so cautious. I had let my guard down. I had let him in. And he had betrayed me. In the worst way a woman could be betrayed. Was this his version of a real marriage? To be married to two women at the same time? One for public consumption and one for private pleasure?

And now, only a few hours after I agreed to the open marriage to save our family, he was balls-deep in another woman on our marital bed. Betrayal burned through me like acid. My knees felt weak. Tears stung my eyes instantly, but underneath the pain there was something darker…a twisted heat low in my belly as I watched his thick cock disappear inside her over and over. My pussy clenched involuntarily. I hated myself for it. Ryan didn’t see me. He was too lost in her, grunting with every brutal thrust. “God, I’m gonna cum in you. You want that? You want a married man’s load?”

“Adrian shows up after three years with some dramatic story, and suddenly you’re ready to throw your whole life away?” “I’m not following him.” I zipped up the remaining part of my suitcase that was open. “I’m finding the truth.” “The same truth almost killed you once.” His voice sharpened. “That’s exactly why I can’t ignore it.” I finally met his eyes. “If someone is using my name again, it means they’re still trying to destroy me.” Marcus moved in front of the door, blocking it. For a long moment we just stared at each other. We were two people who built something beautiful yet fragile out of my broken past. Now, I was watching it crack open again.

"I didn't know. Since when? He's always been self-centered! How could he have depression? You must have the wrong person!" I hated how cold and relentless he could be, and his unrelenting desire for revenge. Yet, seeing him like this made me feel a flicker of regret. His mother had schemed to have him, then divorced and started a new family. He had been resented from birth. His grandparents treated him kindly, but they died early in a car crash. When we were together, Shawn often said that I was both his lover and his only family. But then, I 'betrayed' him.