Novel & Cerita Betrayal Perfect Husband

Those girls would be earning thousands of dollars. I chuckled, taking in another shot. As much as the alcohol tasted like a mix of bitter and pepper, I loved it. It kept me insane, other than the days I tried to be sane. My husband was with his mistress. Why couldn't I be here too? Who said I can't enjoy myself a little too? All my life, I have lived in his house. I took care of him and our child. What did I get in return? Every second betrayal. "That's enough." A cold voice rang in my ears. His slender hands pushed the tumblers in front of me away, one of them clattering to the ground.

His voice laced with coldness. Each word stabbed into me like a blade. I stared at him the man I loved for seven years, the man I thought I knew better than anyone. I could see the familiar scar near his jaw, the faint crease between his brows, the same ring he wore on his finger. And yet, this wasn’t my Liam. Or maybe it was, and I had simply never seen this side of him. My hands began to shake, the weight of his betrayal crashing through me. My husband, the love of my life, the perfect husband who once held me with possessiveness, who acted like I was his entire world and he had no-one but me, was nothing but a pathological liar? A perfect actor who balanced two different relationships lik

She tried to free herself, but his grasp only grew stronger. "Where is that overly protective husband of yours? No, I mean your ex-husband," he said as he pulled away. "Don't mind me; I still get carried away by your beauty even till now," he added with a mischievous grin. "I warned you about that so-called boyfriend of yours the very first time I saw you with him on set, but you didn't listen and proceeded to marry him. Now look... He left you. You see the real one now," he said, laughing.

“This has nothing to do with me, I swear! Sure, I was involved with Vivian, but you have no idea how wild that woman is. You can’t blame me! When she got pregnant, I even gave her two million to handle it. Who knew she’d keep scheming like this? She played both sides. I’m a victim too!” “You’re saying Vivian legally married me but kept sneaking off to sleep with you? Got herself pregnant and then tried to pin it on me?” Though Damien’s voice remained calm, Landon felt a suffocating weight crushing him. He swallowed hard and stammered, “I didn’t know she’d already married you! And I’m not the only guy, either. That woman’s had a reputation in our circles for years…” “B*stard!” Damien’s fury e

Afterward, he held me tight and swore to God: "Aria, from now on, you are the only woman in my life. Everything I have, the whole empire, is yours." And now? On the very bed where he swore to only love me! He fucked another woman all night long! I listened to his dirty talk. I listened to Tessa's muffled moans. My tears had dried up completely. Real betrayal doesn't scream. It just hollows you out. The next morning, blinding sunlight filled the room. The space beside me was empty. The door clicked, and Killian walked in with a delicate breakfast tray. He wore a crisp white shirt, his hair styled perfectly. The devoted husband was back.

"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.

I looked at Damian, the betrayal absolute, consuming the love and trust we had just cemented. "You lied," I said, the accusation a cold blade. "You let me destroy the decoy, knowing the original still existed. You engineered the panic, convinced me the will was voidable, and forced me into this marriage." Damian didn't flinch. He walked towards me, taking my hand, not as a lover, but as a predator claiming his prize.

And, “Oh God, what have I done? I’ve betrayed Isabella, my own sister, the person who’s always been there for me, she care for me, she loved me unconditionally and how do I repay her? By betraying her trust, by siding with the person who’s been trying to destroy her. Brandon, the man I love, the man whose child I’m carrying right now, and what he did for me, kick me out of his house just because I said truth, he is cruel, heartless. Its unbearable, the pain, the shame, the regret. Why did I betray my sister? I was so blind, so caught up in my own feelings, I didn’t see the truth; I didn’t see the kind of person Brandon really is.” **** Vincent’s Pov “What have I done? I’ve hut her again and

"This game is a game of chess, where pawns are sacrificed, and knights are betrayed. It's a game of strategic revenge, where the queen is the ultimate prize." He paused, his eyes glinting with a fierce determination. "In this game, you'll either rise to power and become my queen, working together to take down our common enemy... or you'll be cast back into the darkness of your past, forced to relive the wounds you're desperately trying to heal." Ethan's hands dropped from the wall, releasing Elena from his grasp. He strode to the table, snatched a file, and gave it to her. "Signed and sealed, Elena Wellington. You'll play by your husband's rules. The game is on."

“Janet, you knew Lucas was back and didn’t even give me a heads-up!” “What? Your husband wanted to surprise you—what was I supposed to do?” Janet snickered. “I guess you’ve met already. Aw, so cute.” “Cute your arse!” Lovett snapped. “Have you forgotten about our secret?” “Our secret?” Janet scoffed. “Girl, please—that’s your secret. You didn’t tell me about the contract marriage until after you’d already agreed to it.” “Oh, like how you told me about the cook issue before accepting it?” Lovett shot back.