Romance Books About Betrayal Novels & Stories

I thought today would be the perfect moment to tell him, to share the good news, to finally fix what had broken between us. Instead, I was met with his shameless betrayal, his cruel humiliation, his merciless disregard. The man I once loved had been warm and dazzling, like light slipping through my fingers—something beautiful, something mine. Now, that same light burned too bright, searing through every fragile hope, reducing my love to nothing but ashes. I wasn’t sure if it was the force of Ethan’s movements shaking the car too violently or if the blood-streaked handprints on the window had caught a passerby’s attention.

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

"Okay cool." After they got through discussing the situation about the robbery, K asked her why she was afraid to give him a chance. " I'm afraid because the last person I was in a relationship with was only in it for personal gain and didn't treat me like I should be treated." " Well you won't have to worry about that with me because I'm a real man not a lil boy." " Just because your a real man you're sayin I shouldn't worry bout you hurting me. No you're wrong even though you are a man that still doesn't mean you won't hurt me. Sometimes things happen unavoidable things, there is no guarantee that you won't hurt me and promises are sometimes broken. If I give you my trust, what's there

I propped myself down on the sofa . "I can't believe she could do this and act innocent all along. She separated us for her so-called love for me. Fucking unbelievable!" The feeling of betrayal was tearing me apart. The one whom I trusted so much to be my support in those was the one who caused my sufferings. "Bitch. That's all she is." Ryan made a disgusted face. "I missed spending three damn years of my life with Brae. We would have been a family if she didn't break our marriage off. " I put my head in my hands thinking over everything.

Caitlin flew and flew. She had no idea where she was going, but wherever the wind took her would be fine with her. She felt as if she had nowhere to go, anyway, and nothing left to live for. Her beloved Caleb had betrayed her, and the only other person she cared for in the world, her brother, Sam, had probably betrayed her, too. After all, Sam had led Samantha, had led all of those evil vampires, right to her, right to the King’s Chapel. Was there anyone left in the world she could trust? Was it her destiny that everyone who came into her life ended up betraying her?

Yes, she was going to personally find Nathan to end the so-called marriage, that had brought so much pain to her. When she closed her eyes, she could clearly recall that day Nathan cheated on her at the apartment. If that wasn’t enough, he pushed her down. She was sent to the hospital and she lost the unborn children. What made it was painful the fact that she heard Nathan with her own ears saying that it didn’t matter if the unborn child was saved or not. Every word from Nathan’s mouth was like a sharp needle piercing through her heart. She just wished that she could have known that this marriage could turn out this way, maybe she could have needed it a long time ago and protected her pregn

And why did she care so much about what he thought? Left alone, Ava finished her meal in silence. Almost without thinking, she found herself scrolling through I*******m, landing on Sophie and Gabe's pages. Photos of them together, looking happy and in love, filled the screen. The familiar pain of betrayal washed over Ava, and she felt hot tears sliding down her cheeks. But she quickly wiped them away, refusing to cry. Not again. Instead, she grabbed the TV remote, flipping through channels in search of something to distract her from the ache in her chest.

I could still feel it, but it was farther away now. It felt muffled, more like the pain wasn't mine and it belonged to someone else. I looked around the bar. There were men everywhere. I wondered which one of them would want me. Which one of them would make me feel wanted tonight. Which one of them would prove James wrong. My phone buzzed in my bag. I pulled it out and squinted at the screen. A text from Delia. “You really thought you could win? You’ve always been nothing. I slept with James on your pathetic wedding night. I stopped him from registering your marriage. I hope you know your place now. Enjoy being alone, sister.”

"No. You fell in love with an escort and now you're playing house with his kid while your ex-husband tries to destroy both of you. This isn't what we planned." "Since when do we get to plan love?" "This isn't love. It's trauma bonding. It's two broken people clinging to each other in a crisis and calling it romance." The words hit like a slap. "You don't mean that." "Don't I? Look at the timeline, Sera. You met him at your lowest point. He was working. You were self-destructing. You've known him two months. Two months. And you're already enmeshed in his custody issues, CPS investigations, and telling his daughter about his past."

"If you're willing, I promise that I will use the rest of my life to slowly make it up to you. I will protect you, keep you safe, and never let you feel upset or aggrieved again." He then grabbed my hand and pleaded, "Don't act impulsively and marry someone you don't love just to make me mad. You know all along that the only person I've ever loved has only been you." I flung his hands off abruptly. My eyes were cold and hard as I stared right at him. "Stop lying to yourself and to me, Luca D'Angelo. You don't regret anything at all. You're just resentful about things ending up this way.