Betrayal on the Wedding Day

Chapter 3

Word Count: 696 | Released on: 10/07/2025

e from my grasp before I could answer. Her

r voice a low murmur. "Let's no

ing my face down to hers. Her eyes were intense, her expression a mixture of des

me, Ethan," Ava whispered, h

k even to my own ears. A part of me, the foolish, hopeful part I thought had

a insisted, pressing her body aga

her feelings perfectly clear. I needed to move on. I let Ava lead

as a blur of skin and heat, a desperate attempt to chase away the ghosts of the past week. It was

is was too soon. It felt wrong, like trying

st my side, her breathing even and deep. She was asleep. I carefully slipped out of bed a

screen showed twelve m

ed. My thumb hovered over it, a wa

was cold a

at the mansion. W

o typically Olivia. She still saw me as someone at her beck an

e for hours just because she'd sent a vague text message hinting she might want to see me. I'd arrive, my heart full

d devotion I had offered for a decade. I had

have jumped at her command was gone. He had died i

pain was still there, a dull, constant ache, but it was now over

re aw

nding in the bedroom doorway, wrapped

fixed on the phone in my hand. There was no judgment in her voice, only

swer. I did

ause I wanted to see her face when she realized her power over me was gone. I wante

e pawn. It was my t

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“On my wedding night, the woman I had loved for ten years, Olivia Stone, told me our marriage was a mere convenience. Standing by the window, her back to me, she declared her lack of desire for me, her words colder than our untouched bed. The next morning, I overheard her telling her assistant, Alex Miller, how disgusted she was by me, even referring to me as "a sick, dying man who can' t even give me a child." My hopeful decade crumbled. Heartbreak was physical, a searing pain. I signed divorce papers without hesitation. Later, I saw her laughing with Alex, and she signed the agreement, not even bothering to read its terms. Just annoyance flickered in her eyes. It was clear then: I was an intruder in my own home, a long-suffering fool. She' d never seen me, only what I could give her. The pain of her indifference was immense, a drowning sensation. My meticulously built world, centered on her love, was obliterated in twenty-four hours. I sold our house, severed ties, and prepared for aggressive treatment for my genetic illness abroad. But Olivia, consumed by greed, followed me, threatening to expose my infertility to the world if I didn't acknowledge her child with Alex as my heir. "I' m pregnant, Ethan," she said, her voice clear. "And Alex is the father." She believed she had me trapped, that I, the pathetic, dying man, would succumb to her manipulation. She was wrong.”