He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband 소설 & 이야기

“But I was wrong.” Elena shook her head. “No…” “You once asked me to promise that I’d never choose money over you.” He forced a painful smile. “I kept that promise.” Confusion replaced her grief. “What?” “I never sold you.” The sentence echoed through the room. Elena stared at the screen, unable to move. “I know that’s what everyone will make you believe.” He leaned closer to the camera. “But listen to me carefully.” His voice became firmer. “I signed away my marriage.”

--- I went to the hospital where Alice’s body was kept. I couldn’t even step inside. My legs weakened again—just like when I lost my baby. I couldn’t do it. --- “Sophia, hija…” Alice’s mother hugged me. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” Before I could even finish, a loud slap echoed. Her husband. “You’re hugging the reason my daughter died?! You’re so stupid!” “Then it’s your fault!” I shouted at him. “You’re a useless father! All you do is gamble!”

She cleared her throat awkwardly and said, "Igor must be in a meeting. I'll tell him when he calls me back after the meeting!" I took a deep breath and looked at Renee. "As your lecturer, out of responsibility for you, I'll tell you again. My husband is dead. If the person who got you pregnant told you he was my husband, then you've probably been scammed! Also, I don't know how you got that photo, but Lenis Corporation has been under my leadership in recent years—" "Pfft! Candice, you're so shameless. You can't be trying to say that Lenis Corporation got to where it is today because of your leadership, right?"

But when I opened my messages, the first thing I saw was a social media post Wendy Walker had just shared: "They say the way to a girl's heart is through her stomach— Mr. Wellington really knows how to take care of a woman! Today's happiness starts with snagging the last designer bag at boutique~" The photo showed a man's silhouette cooking in a kitchen. In the corner of the image sat a brand-new luxury handbag—its price exactly matching the amount that had disappeared from my account. The room spun. A violent cramp tore through my abdomen as I felt something warm and wet between my legs.

On the screen in front of me was a live feed of Sebastian thrusting hard into Kylie in yet another hotel room, groaning her name. The affair had never stopped. He had just gotten better at hiding it. While, I was already mapping out the next accidental scenario to catch them again. And the third time wouldn't be far off. Until, I become the doormat wife, who believes his lies, stays, and gets manipulated over and over again. I took a slow sip of wine, a cold smile playing on my lips. I picked up my phone and made a call. “Start buying shares of Xavier Global Enterprises,” I ordered. “Queitly. Aggressively. Use the offshore accounts.”

They were beaming radiantly at their phone camera. The title of the live stream was glaringly harsh—"Goodbye, Loser. Hello, Billionaire Life." "Loser?" I muttered to myself, my heart clenching as if a hand had squeezed it tight. We'd been married for three years, and I'd been killing myself with 72-hour work weeks as a programmer just to make the down payment for our apartment. Even so, the property deed had both of our names on it. I felt that I'd never mistreated her, yet I was just a loser in her eyes.

Take me out of here", she whispered again, dangling her right hand loosely while she rested her whole body on him. He navigated her steps till they got out of the club; he helped her into his car and drove like a bat out of hell. He stole a few peeks at her and couldn't help but get entertained by how she kept talking to herself in the car, making hand gesticulations sleepily. He arrived at a safe spot and then parked his car. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and gazed at him with surprise. "Do I know you?" Rita asks, even though she is intoxicated she still recollects everything that ensued at the bar. But what makes her surprised is why a total stranger would offer to help her when

Eventually, I lost count of how many times I threw up. Maverick's eyes were bloodshot when he hugged me tightly and swore that he would treat me right for the rest of my life. He thought that Rosalia was the heiress of the richest family in the country. He had no idea that when I left for a "business trip" some time ago, I had actually gone to reunite with my family. I was the real heiress, not Rosalia! I grabbed my marriage certificate from my bag and brandished it. "Maverick, no matter how stubbornly you deny the truth, you can't deny that I'm your lawfully wedded wife! Not only did you use our money to pay for your mistress' expenses, but you also had an illegitimate child with her.

But my words were met with cold indifference, and I was dragged away, my hands bound behind me, my heart heavy with despair. "Please, officers, you have to listen to me! I'm begging you, hear me out!" I pleaded, my eyes overflowing with tears as I was forced into the police van like a common criminal. It had all happened so suddenly, and Kelvin was behind it all. I wept, my tears falling like rain, as the pain and betrayal seared into my heart. I felt like I was losing my mind. I was desperate for help, desperate to escape this nightmare. I couldn't bear the thought of my family seeing me in this situation, unaware of the truth. The thought haunted me what if I had given in to Kelvin's deman