Novel & Cerita Betrayal Perfect Husband

Fuck. I flinched when Olivia abruptly stood up and took a step back from where Charlotte had sat beside her on their bed sullenly. “People who love their partners wouldn’t ever cheat on them. Remember that.” Olivia choked out painfully. My eyebrows shot up in shock. “Chto ty delayesh'!?” I whispered “what are you doing?” at Charlotte, but only to myself. They seemed like the perfect couple. Betrayal is the ultimate loss of trust. What the hell was going on? Suddenly, I felt a itching sensation in my nose and the urge to sneeze came strongly.

“I didn’t cheat. You introduced me to that dance instructor. You’re the one who persuaded me to learn dancing from him. I didn’t do anything else with him.” “You’re such a liar. I never introduced that man to you and he’s not even a dance instructor. This is Harry Davidson. He is a football player and has had affairs with half the married women in this city.” “How can you lie like this after being caught?” My husband asked. “I have loved you, cared for you and trusted you. I always let you know that you could ask for anything you wanted, even more time with me. I thought you were happy but you’ve betrayed me in the worst way possible.”

"Look at yourself, Clara. I can't even get turned on by looking at you anymore. What did you expect? That I'd make love to a wall?" Those cruel words shattered Clara's world in an instant. She had given Julian everything—her loyalty, her youth, and every part of herself. But as her body changed and she gained weight, the love of the man who had once vowed to cherish her forever disappeared along with it. Day after day, Clara found herself begging for scraps of affection from a husband who could barely bring himself to acknowledge her existence. Then, a ghost from her past stepped back into her life. "You said yes. That means you're mine, Clara." Damon was not joking about the childhood p

I cut him off, “who you love, who you want to have a child with, none of that concerns me.” “All I know is that when I was still your wife, you cheated.” “You used the money I made to support another woman and her family.” “And you even wanted her to have a baby, put it under my name, and make me into some pathetic sucker.” With every sentence, his face drained a little more. “I…” His mouth opened, but no sound came out. “Whether you love Emma or not makes no difference to me.” I looked straight at him, word by word. “The moment you betrayed me, you should’ve known this day would come.”

my father added calmly as he stood, "prepare to face the consequences." "What consequences?" I asked. "That is not up for discussion," my stepmother snapped. "You have to understand that this family will not protect you anymore." Silence closed in. I straightened my back. "Then I refuse." My stepmother scoffed. "You are foolish." "No," I said quietly. "I choose myself." I walked away to my room, feeling angry and sad. I thought betrayal was the worst thing that night would bring, but I was wrong. It was a marriage I never chose.

“I chose your peace! I thought if it was nothing, I’d have spared you the hell of doubting him. And if it was something… God, I watched him like a hawk after that. I looked for signs. But he was just… Daniel. Distant, but he always was. There was no other child in his life. I thought she’d been lying, or it had been a scare. I was wrong. I was so damn wrong, Maya. But my intention was to shield you.” The betrayal was so complete it was almost beautiful. My husband had a secret child. The man I’d trusted to save me had kept the first clue to that secret locked away. I had no ground left to stand on. Everyone had lied. “Pull over,” I said, my voice hollow. “Maya, please—” “PULL THE CAR OVER!”

It was no longer nervous or hopeful, but oddly calm in a way that made my skin crawl. “I know you’re married,” he said again, this time quieter, slower. “To Henry. Mr. Perfect. The man who has it all, the job, the charm, the sweet smile everyone loves and a scott, i will even kill to be a scott. But let me ask you something love, does he really see you? The way I do?” My stomach turned. “Yes,” I replied coldly. “He sees me. He knows me. And more than anything, he respects me. He loves and adores me and I love and adore him also. And unlike you, he respects boundaries.”

Emma, My best friend. The woman who had ruined my life. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My chest squeezed so tightly I thought I might collapse. Memories crashed over me like waves, each one sharper than the last. Her laughter in my home. Her hand on his arm. The betrayal in my husband’s eyes when he left with her. The nights I cried myself to sleep, clutching Luke’s baby blanket, wondering what I had done wrong to deserve such devastation. And now, here she was. Sitting beside me as if we were strangers waiting for the same bus.

His wife's voice shook as she called him upon hearing her husband's pleasing voice. " But I don't want anything from you, Jon ," I replied, moving in closer. I knelt in front of him, slowly pulling out my gun from behind and checking it's bullet even though I knew it was loaded " you see you had only one job to do, Jon. That was being honest and loyal to me. But you betrayed me. I could tell your lovely wife here all the bad things that you do. Like how you rape all those minor girls and kill them after? "

Her mind detached. This is normal, she told herself. This is marriage. The heat she felt which once made her body tingle with excitement, disgusted her now. He moved with impatience, taking what he wanted, proving ownership rather than desire. When her body reacted betraying her, his grip tightened. “Don’t pretend”, He muttered “I know you”. She said nothing. When it was over he rolled away without a word. Within minutes, his breathing evened out, heavy and satisfied.