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"My dad's sick and we needed the money. Shawn's mother said she'd give me 300 grand. If Shawn can date you, why can't I? I've always liked you. I just thought you weren't into guys. Even if it wasn't me, she would have arranged someone else. I did it for your own good!" My head buzzed. I never imagined Chris would betray me like that. Laura Lubbard found me and, in roundabout insults, accused me of shamelessness and of turning her son gay. "By birth or by background, you aren't right for my son. Break up with him. Name your price!" she snarled. I refused. Shawn once told me his mother had an affair and divorced when he was very young. He grew up with his father. He said his mother was selfis

“You don’t have to decide now. But remember where your future lies. Who’s always been in your corner.” I left him standing there, torn, knowing the seed had been planted. --- That night, I sat alone in my apartment, glass of scotch in hand, staring at the skyline. People think betrayal happens in a single moment. One big act, one clear cut. But it doesn’t. It happens in fragments. In whispers, in doubts, in tiny cracks that spread until the whole thing collapses. Mila was already crumbling. Jayden was wavering. Daya was breaking under the weight of her own guilt.

“Don’t let your guard down, Catherine. Arsila and the Hart family are the true villains. They didn’t just betray you; they also betrayed the trust of hundreds of people who lost their jobs like Erkana.” “You need to know why Erkana is lying in the hospital... it’s all related to these documents. Erkana was under pressure for months; he fell ill, while his daughter didn’t care about him at all. I’m the only one left... the only person who hid and kept their filth, making the traitors live in fear until now.” Catherine’s body tensed up; a fact and the most powerful weapon to bring down Gistara were now in her hands. Aurora was like an angel sent by God to answer all her anxieties over the past

It triggers a whirlwind of emotions, including anger, pain, distrust, and sadness. The sense of betrayal is often accompanied by questioning one's trust in people and their ability to judge the character of others. The victim of betrayal may feel helpless, as if they have been thrown into an abyss of uncertainty and disappointment. Overcoming the feeling of betrayal is a lengthy and arduous process. It requires forgiveness, both for the person who betrayed and for oneself. It also involves rebuilding trust, which is a complex challenge. As time passes, the wounds start to heal, but the scars remain as constant reminders.

His betrayal wasn’t just emotional; it was a fracture that ran to the core of everything I believed in. And then, the ultimate betrayal—he’d married Aurelia, my stepsister. I saw her face, smiling coldly, her eyes shining with triumph. The wedding, the whispers, the way he’d betrayed me all over again. I watched silently, my heart heavy with pain and disbelief, unable to do anything but witness the fall of everything I’d once held dear. That dark memory lingered like a shadow over my waking mind, a reminder of how far I’d felt from hope.

Elen's voice quivered, her eyes reflecting the indelible pain etched into her soul. Lucas's hardened features softened for a brief moment as he responded. "I used to believe in kindness, in honor. But I've seen too much betrayal and suffering to hold on to that belief. What about you?" Elen hesitated, her voice a fragile vessel carrying the weight of shattered dreams. "I once knew a man, a man whom I loved with all my heart. But, as fate would have it, he betrayed me, leaving me with nothing but shattered dreams and broken promises. Do you understand betrayal?"

“You ruined my life! I was better off without any of you psychopaths.” “I could have given you anything.” Henry said, his eyes tearing up as he relived the deepest betrayal in his life. “Anything you wanted, Hana. If only you had asked. If only you had come to me and tell me you never felt happy or loved in the family. I would have moved mountains to make sure you got everything you needed.”

And someone I trusted was the one who started the clock. I’d fought wars. I’d bled for my people. I’d made peace with nightmares and walked beside the moon-blessed and the cursed alike. But betrayal? That was a different kind of war. It wasn’t just swords and strategy. It was the whispers behind closed doors. The lies disguised as loyalty. The deadly smiles masked as sweet and kind ones. And this time, I would not be caught unaware. Magnus had betrayed me once, I wouldn't let anyone else catch me off guard so I had a plan.

“This isn’t about me, Luca. It’s about what’s been happening. The leaks, the ambushes… someone’s been giving Gianni information. And now Sofia’s saying it’s you.” Marco steps forward, his jaw tight. “You’re not answering the question, Luca.” Luca holds Marco’s eyes, refusing to back down. “Because there’s nothing to answer. I’m not the traitor.” Another long, nervous quiet falls between them, and I can feel the weight of the choice Marco is about to make pressing down on all of us. I can see the emotional fight in his eyes, the tension tearing him apart. Luca has been his most trusted man, his right hand. To accuse him of betrayal… it’s almost unthinkable. But then again, treachery often com

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.