Dumping Her Betrayed Husband And Son Novels & Stories

I watched as she tore her gaze away from him and latched them onto me, the look of betrayal still glistening in her eyes in the form of unshed tears. Shaking her head, she said, her voice trembling, "I don't know where my daughter is, Your Highness." For some reason, I wanted to believe her; there was sincerity in her voice. She had a good energy about her. I needed to test her one more time though using her husband as bait. I had heard of the immense love she had for him, and heard how she even placed him above her own daughter. The thought of that made me scoff. In two swift steps, my itching hands grasped Robert's neck. Rising to my feet, i suspended him in the air. I heard his wife gasp

In the depths of her sorrow, Susan was left grappling with the harsh reality that her world had been shattered, her trust broken, and her family irreversibly scarred. Susan's voice reverberated through the room, each word carrying the weight of her desperation and longing. "I want to save our grandson... please, come back to me and trust me," she pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion. The profound sense of betrayal gnawed at her heart, tearing it apart with every passing second. How could her husband, with whom she had shared a lifetime, not trust her, especially in such a critical moment?

A slap to my father’s face and the reputation he had been building all these years. “I kept quiet, I smiled through the agony because I love Vantheir as much as I cherish my own pack. You all have become a part of me and serving as the luna of this great pack has brought me more joy than a thousand boxes of jewelry. But this betrayal cuts so deep that my heart aches, because I love my husband,” she looked at me with so much disappointment and disdain, “but I can’t do this anymore. Not when he is cheating on me with a man.” She sniffled yet again and wiped her cheeks once more, “I’m so sorry. I…j-just cant…” She said and rushed out of the room, sobbing loudly.

“I have settled the score of what she’s done to others and gave her a taste of her tyranny. Nothing more.” “Julia, we cannot risk your absence in our son’s life.” “I will never be taken from my son. She will not speak if she enjoys the idea of living.” She warns as she turns to my son and watches him laugh in excitement for his mama. “Have you settled that growing need now?” Dahlia asks. “I have. I will no longer be burdened by the idea of that disgusting harlot and she will bear a constant reminder of her crimes.” “You cut her face, didn’t you?”

I seated to a mud, but I don't care about it. “We are not needing you, Sofia. Leave the house and don't you dare come back in here because even if you beg in front of me, we will never accept you back, Sofia.” Mom uttered and even slammed the door. I can't stop myself to sob upon knowing how horrible the situation I have currently. My husband cheated on me and my parent's dumped me like I wasn't their child. It is so horrible, and I didn't even care that I seated on the mud. Pain and anger is what I felt now. My head started to spin and in a moment I will collapse on the ground not until, someone arrived towards my direction.

How could he betray me like this? She winced, clamping her mouth shut to stifle a gasp. “He is my husband! How dare you steal him from me?” I shouted, my voice shaking. “You’re a shameless woman!” “KATNISS!” My mother-in-law walked up and slapped me hard. The sting was intense, but the betrayal before me was far worse. My sobs grew louder. My husband kept quiet, embarrassed. I stared at him, my eyes teary. His look was different—cold, with no affection, only hatred.

My body went cold, and I felt like I’d been thrown into an ice cellar at the news headline. POPULAR OWNER OF TRISTAN CORPS RESCUES ACTRESS FROM DROWNING. HAS THE ELUSIVE MAN FINALLY FOUND A WIFE? I watched the replayed video of my husband—drenched and soaking—coming out of a pool with a woman in his arms. Tristan was carrying a woman. Tristan, who was allergic to touch. Tristan, who replaced his phone when I mistakenly touched it, who berated me when I cleaned his favorite vase in an effort to please him. He had the vase thrown away the next day. I was convinced he was truly allergic to touch, he wouldn’t even sleep in the same room with me, or use the same car. Yet, that same man was carryi

Without another word, the two scoundrels dropped onto the moldy hallway floor and started making a scene. "Come and take a look, everyone! My son-in-law is trying to ruin me! Our daughter, Estella, was such a good child, yet he got her thrown in jail!" Adeline wailed as she slammed her head against my metal door. "Go to the police right now and drop the charges. Tell them it was all a misunderstanding. Otherwise, we'll hang ourselves right here at your doorstep. You'll spend the rest of your life drowning in guilt!" Allen threatened.

Melissa retorted, “ I will not let you have my husband’s child so you better drink this now and let’s get this over with. I had to pretend all these years not to be tempted by the affection he was showing you at the time, now I will not let you birth another son into this world, not under my watch” “No” Martina held onto her tummy, “I will not let you take this poor life away from me” tears were pouring down her already swollen eyes, “I will not let you harm my child, Melisa” She gave a wicked laugh while collecting the glass from Hardin, “Let me see you stop me, Martina” With tears still streaming down her eyes, Martina turned to her husband. Her face an epitome of pain and despair, this wa

"You want to know what happened, old man? You want to know why the king is sitting in the dirt?" Alfred stood up straight, brushing off his suit jacket, his jaw tight. "Enlighten me." "She cheated on me," Damian whispered, the words tearing out of his throat like razor blades. He squeezed his eyes shut, his entire massive frame trembling as the agony ripped through his chest fresh and bleeding. "She smiled in my face, and she betrayed me. The one pure thing in this entire godforsaken world, and she was a lie. She sold me out." Alfred stared down at his broken, weeping son. He felt no sympathy. He felt only the cold, calculated irritation of a businessman whose primary asset was currently mal