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Wasn't I the one who said I'll endure her insults or whatsoever? "No. We won't end it and YOU won't back off. You two were meant for each other since from the beginning. Believe me when I tell you this but Zainab still loves you. She might try to hide it but she can't hide it from me. From us, her best friends. She's just so obnoxious. Zainab forgave you for all what you've done to her. But you know that yourself that it's not easy to forget about that. Trust your instincts and believe in what your heart says to you. Follow your heart. Go for her and NEVER lose hope." I listened to Jamila and went back to my thoughts. If Jamila is right then I have to get her back. I turned to see empty cha

“I am now.” The words ripple outward, immediate and irreversible. “And did you feel betrayed?” I consider the question. “Yes,” I say. “But not just personally.” Her brows knit. “What do you mean?” “I mean betrayal isn’t only about romance,” I say. “It’s about power. About people deciding what truths you’re allowed to know.” Somewhere, a producer gasps. “I was engaged to a man who believed silence was protection,” I continue. “And best friends with a woman who believed winning justified everything.”

Because despite what the world might think… this didn’t feel like victory. This felt like standing on the edge of something deeper. Darker. A chasm not yet crossed. Not war. Not rebellion. Not even treason. This felt like betrayal. And the knife that struck me today wasn’t the first. It sure as hell wouldn’t be the last.

For a second, I almost believed she might stop, but she didn't, she gave him details of all that happened today. I set the phone down slowly, my fingers curling into my palm. My eyes darkened, the silver glint of my wolf surfacing briefly before I forced it back. Being betrayed by someone you trusted… was a hard pill to swallow. I wasn't angry…no…I was utterly disappointed. I bit my lip, tasting bitterness. Outside the window, the city blurred past, lights stretching into long, meaningless streaks. You can’t let this go, my wolf said quietly. We just can't.

I know what I have to do. This time, I am ready. I am ready. The intensity of the betrayal leaves me undone, leaves me undone and unhinged, leaves me undone and unhinged and unbearably human.

"In there, toward the end, I almost broke. Almost agreed to serve them just to make the pain stop." "But you didn't. You held on until we got there." "Barely. Another day and I would have given them everything. Betrayed the coalition. Betrayed you. I was that close to breaking." Tears started falling and I couldn't stop them. "I'm not as strong as everyone thinks. I'm not this symbol or hero or whatever people see me as. I'm just a person who got lucky. Who almost failed when it mattered most."

“Greg helped me during one of the toughest periods of my life. When I was lost, betrayed, humiliated… he extended his hand and gave me something I hadn’t had in a long time—dignity. A chance to fight for myself again. That’s not something you forget.” Her voice was calm, even but her heart was racing. “I want to spend the rest of my life repaying that favor,” she said. “Not out of obligation, but because... when someone brings you back to life, when they believe in you when everyone else turns away... how could you not fall in love with them?” Greg was frozen. His fingers still gripped his wine glass, but he hadn’t taken a sip. His jaw was tense, eyes flickering with something Jane couldn’t

I held the diagnosis and stood on the balcony for a long time. The evening wind rustled the paper in my hand. In the end, I picked up a lighter and set it on fire. The flame rose and consumed every word on the paper. It also burned away the heavy, suffocating past. Be it love, hatred, obsession or betrayal, it was all over. With Wanda gone, and with the diagnosis reduced to ashes, everything had finally faded away. What I needed to do wasn't dwell on the past.

“And because I know that no matter how many times they try to knock us down, we’ll always get back up.” He looked at me for a long moment, then nodded, his grip on my hand tightening. “I don’t deserve you.” I smiled faintly, leaning my head against his shoulder. “Maybe not. But you’ve got me anyway.” The betrayal had shaken us, but it also strengthened our resolve. If Mark’s actions had proven anything, it was that we couldn’t afford to trust blindly anymore. We needed a new strategy—one that accounted for every possible threat, both external and internal.

With each setback, we grew stronger, more united, and more unwavering in our pursuit of a future where business and sustainability walked hand in hand. And as we forged ahead, undeterred by the twists and turns that lay in wait, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. We were not just pioneers in our field; we were agents of change, defying the odds and proving that even in the face of betrayal, the light of our mission would never be extinguished. *****************************