روايات وقصص ضمن Betrayed By Love Quotes

"Not everyone can be as lucky as you. One who is betrayed by love will learn how to distrust love." Jay closed his eyes, hiding the melancholy in his gaze. It was all his fault. He had betrayed her love and had hurt her deeply.

A stab from a friend cuts deeper than a stab from a foe. – Amit Kalantri ____ Betrayal, an emotion I hadn't felt before. I never felt it because I was never close to anyone to suffer that painful emotion. I didn't have any family members except my mother and she loved me more than herself. I unconsciously never gave room for betrayal and I didn't know it would hurt so much. It's true what they say, with love comes a lot of pain in different kinds of ways.

I froze. That was when a voice slithered into the air. “Do you know what it is to be betrayed, child?” I spun toward the sound, though my blind eyes could see nothing. My pulse raced. The voice was neither male nor female, but both at once. It was rich, low, and slippery like oil on water. “Betrayal is sharper than any blade,” it continued. “It comes not from strangers but from those you hold close; family, friends, and lovers. Trust is the knife, and they twist it deep.”

"I'm tired. Let's sleep." I turned onto my side. She froze. A long silence passed. Then, softly, "Glen, I love you. I really, really love you. Don't leave me. If you do, I'll die." Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, unstoppable. If you loved me, why did you betray me? We promised we'd never split. But if betrayal ever showed its face—even once—we'd vanish from each other's worlds. All those beautiful memories didn't survive the present. They shattered on impact, leaving nothing but illusions.

Maybe because of the love and trust that I had in her but she betrayed me in the end. "Tell me that you didn't give it to him," I said, and she repeated the same time. I rubbed the Wolfsbane on the dagger and stabbed her thighs. Argh! She screamed out in pain, unable to endure the torture. I held the dagger firmly and pulled it out with an angry look on my face. "I'm telling the truth. I gave it to him," she yelled and clutched her legs that were bleeding. "Why? Why did you do that?" I yelled out, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to pour from my eyes. I wondered why I kept getting betrayed by whoever I loved and trusted despite the love I shared with them. Was it wrong to love

“You know, dude, if you were here, I'm sure you would have had my back on this. Just in the same way you had my back on everything. That's why I don't understand how you could have betrayed me. I don't get it, man…“ I took another sip, shutting my eyes to aid my tears rolling down faster. I was the only one talking, and I hated that. I wish he'll say something, in a night as painful as this one, I needed his encouraging words the most. “I don't understand how it's so easy for y'all to toss aside my love and go ahead to hurt me. First, it was you, and now it's Hara. Who's gonna be next, Father?! I don't get it. Why is it so easy for all of you to betray me? Is it so hard to love me? Am I too

“You were like my sister. I still love you.” I froze. Her words hit like a punch, stirring up memories of late-night talks, shared secrets, promises we’d always be there for each other. But those memories felt like lies now. “Love?” I said, my voice shaking. “You don’t betray someone you love. You don’t hand them over to a killer.”

she whispered. “There’s always a choice. You say you loved him—but you betrayed him. That’s not love. And now, I’m paying for what you did.” I looked away from her, disgusted. “You betrayed him, Lu. And now he’s turning your hell into mine.”

I thought today would be the perfect moment to tell him, to share the good news, to finally fix what had broken between us. Instead, I was met with his shameless betrayal, his cruel humiliation, his merciless disregard. The man I once loved had been warm and dazzling, like light slipping through my fingers—something beautiful, something mine. Now, that same light burned too bright, searing through every fragile hope, reducing my love to nothing but ashes. I wasn’t sure if it was the force of Ethan’s movements shaking the car too violently or if the blood-streaked handprints on the window had caught a passerby’s attention.

Even if just when she dreams. --- That night, I dream of her again. Not the betrayal. Not the sex. But the before. The version of her I met in the dark. Her voice in the quiet. “I don’t know how to be loved,” she whispered once. I told her I’d show her. I told her I’d wait. I lied. Because she never let me. And now, I’ll never offer that again. Not to anyone. --- Love made me weak. Worship made me blind.