Unfaithful: Stories Of Betrayal の小説・ストーリー

I pleaded with Jane. “don’t tell me you don’t trust me, you can always count of me and I will always be there for you. I held myself together and continued. “he betrayed me, he cheated on me with the person I never thought would hurt a hair on my head, how can people be so cruel Jane? My own best friend cheated on me with the man I was about to walk down the aisle with. How can life be so unfair? My best friend and my fiancé under the sheets; I didn’t even want to believe what I saw that day, I wished for it to be hallucination but it wasn’t, I walked in on them screwing each other and moaning so hard, same people who made a promise of loyalty, same people I called my own, life is so unfair

Today, I was something else. A woman who had discovered betrayal. A woman who had chosen revenge. And perhaps... A woman who had stumbled into something she hadn't planned for. Something much more dangerous than revenge. Trust.

Every grain of light coming from the towering structure seemed to be a memory that slowly peeked into my mind. "I have no regrets," I said. "If I had to go unto it again, I'll gladly go back and do it all over again." I chuckled with the hint of sadness in me. The situation I'm at is enough proof that I didn't see this one coming. Because if I had seen it before, maybe it wouldn’t be this painful. “I do, Gael. I did, ” I said in the vast echo of remorse, and sadness. I know I that I vowed to be his wife, but I’m afraid that vow will remain unfaithful.

There was something dangerously beautiful about being wanted in plain sight. Talia had lived her life in well-tailored clothes and carefully crafted smiles, always polished, always predictable. But now, she wore lust like a second skin. It hummed beneath her surface when Cameron entered a room. It buzzed in her veins when his fingers brushed hers while passing a file. It burned down her spine when she caught him watching her lips while she spoke to her husband. Their secret affair had grown bolder, unrestrained, and recklessly hungry. They fucked wherever they could. In the garage. In her bathroom with the water still running. Against the wall outside Richard’s study while he talked numbers

The moment I read the headline, my stomach twists into knots: *The Secret Affair of Billionaire's Wife: Flora's Betrayal. The news segment dives into an exposé, carefully crafted to dismantle Flora's reputation. It paints her as a scheming, deceitful woman who has been unfaithful to Damien. It claims that while she was married to him, she was secretly involved with me. The way it's framed makes it look as if Flora has been orchestrating Damien's downfall all along, betraying him for personal gain. The words are vicious, dripping with scandal. They twist reality into something vile and untrue. In the background, I hear the voices of furious commentators, their tones filled with judgment.

After hitting send, I felt a wave of sadness, but I’m determined to get a new phone. “Oh, this lovely phone screen is broken,” I vented, but my frustration wouldn’t hold me back. I decided to check F******k and encountered the biggest news of my life: "Miss Anna is not the real wife of billionaire Adrian; they're in a contract marriage that ends after a year. Anna is a whore who forced herself on Adrian; he doesn’t like her." I know exactly who spread this malicious news, and I won’t stand for it. How dare they label me a whore? What crimes have I committed?

I didn’t understand what I had done to deserve so much heartache and pain in my life. “Sweetheart, I know it hurts right now, but it will get better,” the nurse said in a soothing voice as she checked my vital signs. Gabriel’s head snapped up at this, not having realized that I was awake. He gently stroked my hair putting on a brave face while out in public but I could tell that he was shattered. Despite his protest that he did not want any more children less than a year ago, I knew he was beyond excited with our pregnancy. My body had let him down just as much as it had let me down. It had betrayed both of us. The surgeon was in to talk to us but I didn’t hear a word she said. I was lost in

"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

The thought of spending the rest of her life with Alexandro, a man she barely knew, was suffocating. She longed for the freedom to choose her destiny, find her true love and build a life of her own. But now, those dreams seemed so far out of reach. Clara was filled with a sense of betrayal and heartbreak. She had always believed in love and the power of true companionship, but now she was being forced into a loveless marriage. She couldn't bear the thought of spending the rest of her life with someone she didn't love. The weight of her family's expectations and obligations had crushed her spirit, leaving her feeling helpless and alone.

Her knowledge of palace affairs, and her calculated moves all pointed to a mastermind orchestrating events from the shadows. A surge of anger coursed through me as the weight of her betrayal settled in my chest. How could I have been so blinded, so trusting of someone who had played me for a fool? The sting of betrayal cut deep, a wound reopened by yet another supposed ally turned enemy. Drake's betrayal, Evelyn's treachery, and now Willow's deception, each betrayal a dagger aimed at my back. The pattern of trust shattered, leaving me reeling in a sea of doubt and suspicion. How could those closest to me turn against me, their loyalty a facade masking ulterior motives?