Dumping Her Betrayed Husband And Son Novels & Stories

She cried more, stretching her hands again. "If there's anyone you owe the whole truth to, it's your son, Antonio. You broke him without repair and I don't know if the whole truth can mend it but you can start from somewhere." I told her matter of factly. She closed her mouth slowly, retreating her hand back. Remorse and shame were evident in her facial expression. "You're not wrong." She whispered. "I betrayed my son and... and my..." she sniffed, choking out the rest of the words. "...my husband."

"But the truth is… the person I've always loved is you. I don't want a divorce." "Jasper, do you even hear yourself?" I spat, disgusted. "You 'loved' me so much you made me cook and clean for you, showed me no kindness, and watched me die? Spare me." I was disgusted beyond words. His voice grew more desperate. "I was deceived by Ruby! I felt sorry for her, I cared for her, but I never slept with her. I always remembered you were my wife, the one I—" "Don't you dare say it. I don't even have the stomach to listen. You have three days to sign the papers. Contact me when you've decided. If not, I'll file myself."

"Fidelia, how are you feeling inside?" But his warm, seductive voice woke her up, and she opened her eyes wide and looked at him intently—an awkward silence. Fidelia was surprised and confused by his appearance. Her heart almost burst out of her chest when she remembered his gentle kiss for her. She knew she had feelings for him, but it was wrong. This time, Fidelia decided to put an end to everything. She didn't want to hurt his wife and daughter. Because she also had to endure the pain of being betrayed by the person she loved by a third person. The thing she hates most in life is lying. "Declan, thank you for saving me. As if between us, no one owes anyone. I don't think you should be her

Everyone was having a blast on the yacht for Valentine’s Day when my boyfriend, Ethan Hayes, asked me to go tell his uncle I fancied him. “Go on, tell him. You’re a lucky girl if he actually takes a liking to you! Next time we meet, I might even have to call you auntie!” Vivian Lawrence, his childhood sweetheart, was by my boyfriend’s side, smiling triumphantly. Just a few minutes ago, they had shared a glass of cocktail. I clutched the watch in my pocket—bought with two months of my savings to make peace—my heart riddled with holes. Suddenly, a line of live comment lit up before my eyes: “I’m sick of this jerk. Girl, go for the uncle. He’s the real big shot. He’s fancied you for a long time

I was crying on the side. “B-Your husband dumped me! I just begged him to give me water because I was thirsty but this is what he did to me," she told my husband crying. He was so plastic that I didn't even approach him. "I-I didn't do anything bad to him Travis, I wasn't the one who poured water on him, if it wasn't for him," I said to my wife. "Are you crazy? Emery can't help but pour himself out. are you lying to me When did you learn to lie? Dahlia!?” he shouted.

and I looked at him confused saying, "What do you mean my son was killed?" My heart was beating fast and I didn't know how to handle this, I walked to where my son's tiny body was and I held him in my arms, at that moment, I felt like the worst mate and father. I screamed crying for my son, my beautiful baby boy, Davien was so angry at me and said, "That witch did this, we told you to stay away from her, she leads you away so the idiot could kill your son." My son's tiny heart was missing and the pain of our son's death and my betrayal caused Jade to miscarry, I had no idea she was pregnant again. Davien looked at me with so much hate, he loved Jade like a sister, they were close and he told

His face was calm, and gentle. “Naomi,” he whispered, “I’m tired.” That night, he turned on the gas, and ended his life in the room where I had once waited for him. When they found him, he was lying beside my ashes, holding our wedding photo in his hand. Mom and Dad could not bear the blow. They had lost me first, then Lily to prison and madness, and finally watched Adrian destroy himself. Their guilt became heavier than their bodies could carry. The Kesly company collapsed soon after. Dad had spent too much trying to make up for my death, and enemies used the scandal to tear the business apart. Everything they once valued vanished.

She wasn’t sure why she was trauma-dumping on Damien tonight, but she just wanted to keep going. "He scares me a lot, but I usually tell myself not to be afraid because he loves me, saved me… and I loved him too. I kept thinking I was just provoking him," she swallowed tightly. "That day I stood you up, I was going to meet him to apologize and make things right because, after all, he was still my husband. And that was the first day I caught him physically cheating on me." The urge to cry surprisingly didn’t come anymore. She didn’t even feel betrayed. But one thing she was certain of, Gareth wasn’t worth her tears or stress anymore.

Dora's breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she sprawled on the plush carpet, the weight of betrayal anchoring her to the ground. Her mind raced, piecing together the fragments of deception that lay scattered around her. With a surge of fury, she clawed her way up from despair, her eyes locking onto the retreating figure of her husband. "William," she hissed, venom lacing her voice as she stumbled forward, driven by a force she couldn't contain. "William Jackson!"

"It's all your fault! You bitch! If you weren't so dumb, insisting on writing that ridiculous testimony, how could things have turned out like this! My money! My cars! My house! They’re all gone! All because of you!" Jean's dream of dumping her pilot husband and seamlessly becoming a wealthy lady had shattered like glass on the ground. Only then had she realized that the love and support she thought she had had been nothing but a bubble, bursting at the slightest touch. The two had gotten into a fierce argument in the rental, and it was said they had even come to blows. In the end, Kyle, who had completely lost his sanity, had thrown Jean out like garbage, leaving her wandering the streets.