Dumping Her Betrayed Husband And Son Novels & Stories

’ It was Stephan. Devraj’s face turned pale as the full weight of his betrayal came crashing down on him. ‘Now, before I kill you… beg. BEG in front of my wife!’ Abhimanyu growled, his voice cold and dangerous. “For all your deeds. For killing her mother. For being the worst husband and the worst father! You tried to sell your own daughter, didn’t you? You used Vicky for your dirty work! Your son killed my son—my child—in her womb! So, beg! ON. YOUR. KNEES!”

That bitch has never cared about anyone else but herself so of course she does not care that Liane is in Jail rotting because of her stupid son Nicholas! Of course she does not care that Liane had to take the fall for the prince's murder! That she had to go down for little Calei's death. My anger rose. My hands shook. I looked straight ahead, hoping that Dario would come before I shake some sense into his entitled wife. “I trusted you and you betrayed me,” she cried. I said nothing. She deserves no explanation. She deserves to rot in the “what ifs” just like I had done when she betrayed me.

My husband took our six-year-old son to meet his first love, using him as a cover. At some point, he sent our son to buy burn cream. My sweet boy then encountered a lunatic who stabbed him to death. The pain in my heart was unbearable. When I saw the burn cream still in my son's hand, I broke down in tears. Then my husband called. Instead of any concern or remorse, he yelled at me, "Look at the son you've raised, Shayla Joy! He burned Claire and didn't even apologize. Get him back here right now!"

She knew the project he was referring to, and this was supposed to be him helping her secure her inheritance from her vampire family. Who would have thought he was already plotting to take over and then…. What follows? Alicia couldn't dare herself imagine it. Her knees nearly gave out. But her body reacted before her mind could catch up. She staggered slightly, her shoulder brushing the wall beside her as she needed it to remain standing. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her chest tightened violently, like something inside was being crushed. Every denial she had prepared slipped through her fingers because inside her best friend’s house was her husband fucking her real hard while he p

“He’ll believe she’s betrayed him, too.” The room spun. My entire world, my marriage, my business, my reputation had been a stage, and I was the fool dancing. My mother, my lover, both puppeteers pulling strings I hadn’t seen. I pressed my face against the wall, fighting the desire to scream. The image of Georgia’s tear-streaked face flashed in my mind. I’d thrown accusation after accusation at her, believing Mary’s words, believing my mother’s hints. “Oh God,” I whispered. “What have I done?”

The night they had spent together had been a fleeting glimpse of bliss before chaos engulfed their lives. It's heartbreaking how her once perfect fairytale has come crashing down. Living in a delusion, she now faces the harsh reality of her husband's betrayal, realizing that he had been using her all along for his own hidden motive. As she wiped her face, a mixture of pain and determination etched on her features, she gathered herself and put on her clothes. With a heavy heart, she stepped out of the bathroom. *****

Her own neighbor told on her, she was a friend of the family, both they and their mother trusted her but she betrayed their mother. Everyone blamed her for having an affair with another man and they sent her to her death simply because she had found happiness in the arms of a man who supported and loved her and her children. Two weeks after her death, their wicked father surfaced like blight and claimed his two sons as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't abandoned them the last two and a half years, both boys couldn't have been left alone at the time and so they had stayed with their father, who according to the law was entitled to marry someone else.

“A few days ago… I came home and found my daughter dead. Poisoned. And the one who did it… was my wife.” His voice cracked. He swallowed hard, the tears threatening to spill. His fists clenched. “When she realized I knew the truth… she ran. And she killed herself.” Claws extended from his hands, digging into his palms. Blood began to drip slowly onto the floor. James’s head snapped toward him in alarm. He could see the blood. He could hear the lie. Aiden continued, voice raw: “I loved my wife. And I loved my child. I never rejected her. I would never hurt her. But she betrayed me.”

I said, my voice steady and comforting. Tears streamed down her face as she recounted the betrayal. Her husband had been unfaithful, conspiring with another woman to frame Emily for infidelity. They had succeeded in casting her out, leaving her destitute and alone. I clenched my fists, fury coursing through me. "Emily, you need to gather evidence. Wait for the right moment, and capture their lies and treachery on camera. You must reclaim your respect and dignity." "But how?" she asked, her voice filled with despair.

Demetria said casually, her eyes devoid of emotion. "Please have mercy on me, Demetria. I have a husband and son waiting for me back home. I want to go home. I can't stay here any longer! Please release me," she begged in utter despair. Her heart broke into a million pieces due to the hopelessness of her situation.