روايات وقصص ضمن The Betrayed Wife Revenge

"I can’t let you know everything right now. But what I can say is that Matteo’s now not simply after a brand new wife. He’s after manipulation. Power. And you… you’re a liability now." The global felt love changed into spinning, and I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself. "A liability? What the hell are you speaking about?" Luca sighed, his gaze softening barely. "You’re not just his ex-spouse, Gia. You’re the important thing to matters he wishes matters he’s inclined to do something to get. Trust me, it’s higher if you stay away from him and anything bullshit he’s stuck up in."

“It’s about a woman who was reborn to get revenge on her cheating husband. He betrayed her, and in her second life, she’s determined to make him pay.” Her words hit me like a brick to the chest. I blinked, trying to keep my expression neutral, but my curiosity burned brighter. “And what would you do if you were in her shoes? I mean, would you still marry the motherfucking cheating husband?” The woman smirked, setting her glass down with a soft clink. “If it were me? I’d still marry him.” I frowned, confused. “Why would you do that? Why marry someone who betrayed you?”

Robert—Vivian’s father—had a video of the company’s dark past, a video that could bring my entire empire crashing down, and he was using it as leverage against me. His condition was clear—get close to Vivian, marry her, and make her my managing director. Otherwise, he would release the video, tarnishing my father’s legacy and destroying everything he had worked for. I had no choice but to comply, even if it meant sacrificing my own happiness, if it meant letting her go. Robert is a cunning bastard; he has multiple copies of the video. I had to play along, continue the charade until I destroyed every copy. What I didn’t understand was his personal vendetta against his own daughter—Ophelia.

He put it together and sounded a little disappointed. In my defence, “I knew I was going to marry her someday. Either that or I’ll spend the rest of my life alone.” “Getting a tattoo of your ex-wife is crazy.” He didn’t have to tell me about it. I’ve tried not to think about it—her. It was the only way I could move on from the betrayal, the pain, and the guilt. The pain came from the betrayal, and the guilt came from my actions. The last time I saw Imela was the day she went missing. I had my hands around her neck, and that wasn't the best version of myself. I promised I would kill her if she brought herself back into my path. I meant every word because I was still hurting from her betrayal.

Ivan took my hand, looking at me with unwavering sincerity. "Before God and everyone present, I hereby swear. "Through life and death, glory or ruin, my loyalty, my love, my everything, belong only to you." He unfastened his cufflinks, exposed his wrist, and made a small cut on his palm with a dagger. I did the same. Blood welled up, and he clasped my hand. Our fingers entwined while our blood mingled. "From this moment on, you are my wife. You are my family."

Both reasons sounded good, but I was still having trouble standing there trying to talk to Mum and Dad, trying to make it not seem like I would prefer to be in the other room and to try and pretend as if that was not happening in the other room. “Son, how about we see if Rio is okay with us smuggling her out of here and to our den for sports day? Maybe a day away from here would be good for her.”Mom suggested. I think this was just as hard on her as it was for me. Working with battered women, she has seen some bad things, and though this is different in some ways, it is the same too. The beating she had been through by the instigation of a family member is almost the same feeling of betrayal

“Just like how your bastard of a husband paraded my sister’s corpse — naked — in front of the entire town after murdering her! Now you’ll feel what she felt. Now you’ll know the monster he is!” So this is what it’s all about. Revenge. And I? The perfect pawn. Clenching my fists, I raise my head, my cracked lips forming the only truth I know. “She betrayed him. He did it… because she betrayed hi—” A cold chuckle escapes him as his face hardens. He grabs the chain at my throat and jerks my face closer. “And you didn’t? Tell me, My Queen…” His voice suddenly explodes, echoing for everyone to hear.

“Don’t stand there acting morally superior when you’ve done the very thing you’re accusing me of. You knew exactly what you were doing when you conspired against your own husband, yet you’re shocked that someone has finally turned the tables on you. You were perfectly happy when another woman suffered because of your actions. Now that you’re the one being betrayed, suddenly you want everyone to feel sorry for you.” Gabriella’s mouth twisted with disgust. “Oh, shut the hell up! You don’t know a damn thing about what happened between Alejandro and me. You heard one side of the story and decided it gave you permission to crawl into my marriage. Don’t dress your betrayal up as justice just to ma

my father added calmly as he stood, "prepare to face the consequences." "What consequences?" I asked. "That is not up for discussion," my stepmother snapped. "You have to understand that this family will not protect you anymore." Silence closed in. I straightened my back. "Then I refuse." My stepmother scoffed. "You are foolish." "No," I said quietly. "I choose myself." I walked away to my room, feeling angry and sad. I thought betrayal was the worst thing that night would bring, but I was wrong. It was a marriage I never chose.

While I was as calm as an undisturbed lake on the surface, beneath me was a troubled sea tossing back and forth with waves of emotion. I wanted to turn around and yell at him to demand answers, to ask when he had stopped loving me and how he could betray me. But I don't care anymore, knowing that he chose to betray me and toss away everything we've built out the window changed nothing. I wouldn't give him the chance to fill my head up with lies. I got Up the stairs, then I heard a heavy thud, and my heart went up to my throat.