Novel & Cerita Betrayal Perfect Husband

I was tugging my hand trying to break the chain from the cuffs but it was useless, I was the fake sex toy cuff, but a real stainless steel kind, "Doesn't make sense Anthony, save your strength, I've tried", I could hear the sad news in her voice. "I can't believe none of this bullshit right now, I feel so betrayed by you and then there is Natz and Brad, don't you guys know what loyalty means?!, we are going to die because of things your fucking forefathers did, and I have to pay for sins I never knew I was apart of, I swear to god! This wedding is off is we survive this, we are so fucking done",

If I had turned around, I was afraid I would have seen the confused expression on his face and remembered the woman I used to be—the woman who would never walk away from her husband without explaining herself. But that woman didn't exist anymore. Or perhaps she did. Perhaps she was simply buried underneath everything I had discovered. I slowed down. My mind returned to what had happened in the bedroom. Adrian's smile. His confidence. The way he had spoken as though four months of rejection could simply disappear because he had suddenly decided he wanted his wife again. My hands curled into fists. How could he? How could someone betray you and still expect affection from you? How could he sta

The other inmate across the hall watched me warily, pretending not to eavesdrop as I muttered to myself. They didn’t understand. No one in here did. I wasn’t like them. They were women who got caught. I was a woman who’d been betrayed. Walter had made promises. Sworn I’d be his heir. His partner. His shield from scandal. And when things fell apart, he tried to shove me off the ledge first. Brian? He was worse. He pretended to be a friend to Isabelle while still playing both sides. I didn’t hate him because he helped her.

“I see there is no repairing this marriage. Yet you stand there so casually. You haven't asked about our baby once. I don’t even recognize the person in front of me anymore. The little warmth I once felt for you has faded into nothing, replaced by this coldness you’re showing me. Do you really think I can just pretend everything’s normal? It’s infuriating! What do you think I am? A fool?" I felt the weight of his betrayal so heavy on my chest, choking any hope I had of returning to the life we used to share. I saw no guilt or sorrow in this man's eyes. He really thought I would just brush everything aside to be next to him, no matter what. "You expect me to stay here, keeping the house and t

“You really thought he changed because he loved you? He changed because I moved in. Because I’m carrying his baby. Because he can’t stand to be away from me.” For a second, I couldn’t breathe. The room blurred again. What? My husband was the baby daddy?! I shook my head. “No. You said you were... you said you were assaulted. You said—” “I lied.” Delia shrugged. “I’ve been sleeping with your husband for over a year. The pregnancy is his. And you—” She laughed cruely. “You’ve been running around making me tea and rubbing my feet while I carry your husband’s child. You’re so dumb, Naomi. So pathetically desperate to be loved.”

"That place was meant to break me. But I refused to let them win." Tears welled in Sylvia’s eyes. "Who… who sent you there?" I didn’t hesitate. "My husband Damien and my supposed friend Genevieve," I said, my voice sharp, unwavering. "They did this to me." Sylvia paled, her shock evident. "But… your husband—" "He’s not my husband anymore," I cut in, my heart hammering. "Not after what he put me through." My hands balled into fists as I struggled to keep control. Everything was still fresh to me, starting from their betrayal and all throughout my suffering inside that hellish institution.

“I’ve heard enough of your excuses! It’s always the same. You say you were trapped, you say it wasn’t intentional, you say I should believe you. But every time, all I see is you with another woman!” Deviana stopped in front of the exit door, her whole body shaking with rage and heartbreak. Adrian stood a few steps behind, his face etched with guilt. “Dev, I swear, I never betrayed you. Leviana… she manipulated me. I was caught in a situation that—” “—is always the same?!” Deviana cut him off bitterly. “Why is it you’re always caught in these situations? If you really wanted to protect me, you would never let it happen in the first place!”

I closed my eyes in admittance. Marcus stepped forward slowly. “And?” “He said someone is using my old login credentials. If investigators follow the data trail… it will lead straight to me.” I forced myself to say the words. Marcus blinked before he started laughing. But it wasn’t a real laughter. “Leona…” “Lila,” I corrected him automatically. He ignored it. “Do you hear yourself?” he asked. “Adrian shows up after three years with some dramatic story, and suddenly you’re ready to throw your whole life away?”

Alain's heart sank, the rims of his eyes turning red. "I treated you like a treasure. For you, I lost my son and divorced Marie. And you? You've been deceiving me all this time. The pregnancy was fake, and Jonathan isn't my son." He leaned against the wall, struggling to stand. With everything exposed, Mabele finally dropped the act. "I only wanted the position of Mrs. Roth, not to be your mistress. Don't talk to me about love. To you, I was merely a source of entertainment."

"Is there any doubt?" The investigator shook his head. "None." "And the person who helped Isabella?" "He has agreed to give a sworn statement." Adrian leaned back in his chair. For the first time in years, the truth stood before him. Clear. Painful. Unavoidable. His marriage hadn't been destroyed by betrayal. It had been destroyed by manipulation... And by his own refusal to trust the woman who loved him. Meanwhile, Amara spent another weekend at the family house. She planted fresh flowers along the front path.