My Fiance's Betrayal Mga Nobela at Kwento

He breathed and I met his hopeful stare with a look nothing short of hatred. "Don't bother. You cheated on your fiancee, the woman you promised to marry. You could have told me about her. I would have backed off," My heart splintered at the confession but it was nothing but the truth. Bleak as it might have been. "And I don't think I can ever trust someone who went against my morals. She deserves better," I didn't add the part where I wanted to say I did too. That she wasn't the only one who felt betrayed. But I kept my mouth tightly shut, even as he slipped from the room, that pained expression still on his face.

“Ms. Lisa, you have misunderstood my relationship with Mr. Walker. We officially started dating last night. It never crossed my mind to steal him away from you. We didn’t even realize our feelings until last night. So, I hope you don’t misunderstand anymore. Your divorce from Mr. Walker has nothing to do with me.” “You’re smart to know what I think of you just by looking into my eyes,” she replied. “I noticed your gaze when Mr. Walker caressed my head. If you don’t believe me, please confirm this with Chloe or Mark. I am also a widow and have just divorced my ex-husband, who had an affair with a neighbor who lives in the same apartment building as us. Because I have felt the pain of being be

But then Sandy set her sights on Andy and started seducing him behind my back. On the day I found out I was pregnant, I was overjoyed and wanted to share the news with Andy. I was also looking forward to our wedding, only to walk in on him and Sandy in bed together. That moment shattered me. No matter how desperately I asked why he betrayed me, no matter how furiously I tried to tear at Sandy's clothes, he only protected Sandy. "You'll never compare to her. She's the one I love." Andy pushed me to the floor, told me to stop making a scene, and ordered me to donate my cornea to Sandy. Staring at my suddenly unrecognizable fiance, I felt my entire world plunge into darkness.

"This comes as a surprise to me! Who would ever dream of leaving you?" I flushed, but continued. "My best friend betrayed me. It's a complicated story and I won't bore you with all the childish details. But I was caught in an embarrassing situation with another man, who I thought was my fiancé. I know how it sounds." I was already regretting saying all this shit and tried to repair it. "It's not even all that relevant to the story, because my fiancé wasn't the man I thought he was. I guess that's why I'm focused on my career right now, and not necessarily on starting a family." Francesca nodded slowly. "What about the other man? Who was he? Is he still in the picture?"

Alain's heart sank, the rims of his eyes turning red. "I treated you like a treasure. For you, I lost my son and divorced Marie. And you? You've been deceiving me all this time. The pregnancy was fake, and Jonathan isn't my son." He leaned against the wall, struggling to stand. With everything exposed, Mabele finally dropped the act. "I only wanted the position of Mrs. Roth, not to be your mistress. Don't talk to me about love. To you, I was merely a source of entertainment."

He had portrayed Jean as a pitiful woman who had suffered emotional abuse from her husband and had been deceived by my corrupt behavior. Jean had also tearfully accused me, "I had been in love with Felix for years, yet I never knew he was this kind of person. He would usually give me the silent treatment. I could even put up with his occasional physical abuse. But I never expected that he would embezzle and misappropriate company property. I absolutely cannot allow myself to be the wife of a criminal." As I watched Jean accuse me and fabricate things that I didn't do, and the immense harm I had supposedly brought to her and our family, I just let out a mocking smile.

“You always did. You just never realized it.” Cold anger surged through her. “No,” she said sharply. “What I needed was a husband who didn’t betray me. Who didn’t steal from me. Who didn’t break me.” For a moment, Rafael’s expression cracked — pain, regret, something raw flickering across his face. “You’re still angry,” he whispered. “I understand. But I can fix everything. The assets… the company… your parents’ belongings. All of it. Just come back.” Alyssa stared at him in disbelief.

“You said I saved your life seven years ago. That you’ve been searching for me. But you could have just… thanked me. Paid me a reward. Why the surrogate contract? Why bring me into your world like this?” His jaw tightens. “Because I wanted to see if the woman who saved me was real. If she was as good as I remembered. Or if desperation had turned her into someone else.” “And what’s your verdict?” “Still deciding.” He steps closer. “You took Austin’s money. Agreed to betray me. But you also donated blood to save a stranger’s life. Spent three years bankrupting yourself for your mother. There’s good in you, Mia. The question is whether it’s enough.”

Lila snapped again. "Lila, neither you nor your family members ever spoke to me this way when I betrayed Jane for you all." He walked slowly back to the bed and sank his weight into it. "I let go of the one I truly loved and even betrayed her just for you and your family company, which I wish would burn right now, and this is what you have to say to me? All of you?" He grabbed the bed cover in his hands and squeezed it painfully.