Dumping Her Betrayed Husband And Son Novels & Stories

Her alligator sobs started cascading. “4,” I didn’t fucking give a look to her, she wouldn’t be spared if that’s what she wanted. She continued sobbing aloud, “5,” I behaved unbothered. “Armando, just for you…” I trailed her again. “6,” “I killed my son to be with you, I betrayed my husband who took revenge on you by manipulating the person who loved the most,” “7,” Not caring what she had to say.

A woman’s voice, familiar. Her hand shook as she pushed the door open. They were in her bed tangled up on the sheets. Her husband looked up first, irritation flashing across his face. His cousin Ashley followed, the sheets barely covering her, eyes cold and unashamed. Natasha felt her world crumbling. “What is this?” Natasha whispered. Liam stood, unhurried “You are supposed to be at the hospital” She backed away. “You” her voice raising “you touched her. In our… you said it was work, all those late night when you said you were working….” she hiccupped. “You were with her weren’t you?” Natasha screamed

Finally, something broke through. The tears he had been holding back streamed down his face. "What else do you want from me? She's been dead for years! I honored her last wish, and now I've lost my wife and my family because of it. If sending her away keeps you from leaving me, what does it matter if I betrayed her? "You're right. She's nothing more than a dead person." Rage finally took over. I slapped him hard across the face. "You're disgusting! Julian, who do you think you're fooling with this fake devotion? You cheated with Vivian while married to me and had a child with her. After she died, you clung to her memory for years.

The sight in front of her broke her heart in a million pieces, he'd broken up with her and it wasn't because of her happiness, he only wanted to be with his fake wife. At this moment all she felt for the man she'd loved with everything was hate, pure and hot, running through her veins. How could he do this to her? She'd waited for him all her life and always tried to be perfect not to lose his attention. Her brother was killed, her legs got damaged, he owed her too much to do this to her! Unable to bear the sight of them kissing anymore, she turned around. Up till now, Tremont had only seen her good side, now he betrayed her so badly, he should not blame her for being ruthless.

My wife collapsed on the ground after trying to protect and save the very people who had also betrayed her from the beginning. Her own parents stood over her, and the broken vase beside her body made it painfully obvious what had happened. Her mother stared at my wife with horror, her trembling hands covered in blood from the broken vase she probably used to hit her daughter, as realization slowly sank in. “Oh my God…” she sobbed hysterically as she stumbled toward her husband. “I killed our daughter!” “It’s fine,” her father replied coldly, not even bothering to comfort her properly. His eyes immediately shifted toward Kassandrah with disgusting greed. “You did what you had to do. We did ou

Her weakness. That was what truly broke her. Not the loss of fortune, not the humiliation, not even the scorn in the eyes of her relatives — but the cruel, gut-wrenching truth that the daughter she loved more than her own soul was born from betrayal. Her husband’s betrayal. Her life’s biggest lie. She didn't know what was going on around her. She could only hear faint murmurs. She couldn't even register faces at all. Denver Harrington’s voice cut through the heavy silence like a blade.

She fell into a state of madness, laughing and crying like a lunatic. "Yes! It was me! I took her watch off, smashed it, and threw her drawing over the cliff. I goaded her into fetching it, and she was dumb enough to do it! Hahaha! "But tell me, Cedric, can you honestly say you treated me well? I loved you. Devoted myself to you. Did everything I could to make you happy! And what did you do? You kept stringing me along and toying with my emotions. You refused to divorce Rachel no matter what!"

I said coldly, “you start to think everyone around you is just as rotten as you are.” He laughed. “As I said, from the very first moment I saw you, I saw it. There’s nothing worse than a vindictive woman. And that’s what you are. That’s what you became.” His gaze darkened. “And for ten years, it was fine… until you decided to kill my son.” I blinked once. “Excuse me?” I said slowly. “Kill your son?” My voice dropped, sharp and controlled. “Your son shot my husband, which later led to him being shot. I didn’t fire the shot. I didn’t invite him to the wedding. And I didn’t tell him to shoot anyone.”

he asked, his voice low, sharp, and dangerous. Julius’s blood roared in his ears, his rage boiling over like a storm he could no longer contain. The thought clawed at him, on their wedding night, in the very bed meant to seal their act, had she really betrayed him this cruelly? His chest heaved, his fists clenched at his sides as his mind twisted with fury and disbelief. How was he supposed to keep this contract alive, to keep up this charade, if she had shattered it in the very beginning?

“You really thought he changed because he loved you? He changed because I moved in. Because I’m carrying his baby. Because he can’t stand to be away from me.” For a second, I couldn’t breathe. The room blurred again. What? My husband was the baby daddy?! I shook my head. “No. You said you were... you said you were assaulted. You said—” “I lied.” Delia shrugged. “I’ve been sleeping with your husband for over a year. The pregnancy is his. And you—” She laughed cruely. “You’ve been running around making me tea and rubbing my feet while I carry your husband’s child. You’re so dumb, Naomi. So pathetically desperate to be loved.”