Betrayal on the Wedding Day

Chapter 4

Word Count: 797 | Released on: 10/07/2025

gh to secure my future and my treatment several times over. I had already put the house on the market, and my lawyer infor

produce a legitimate child before the age of thirty-five to inherit the entire estate. If I failed, it would be dispersed among distant relatives I barely knew. It was his way of fighting back against the genetic illness that ha

Selling the house, a major asset tied to our marriage, was the f

ed it would be good to be seen, to project an image of stability. I walked into the ups

alone. Alex Miller was with her, his hand resting possessively on her arm as he whispere

. And I, her husband, was the awkward third wheel

ed. I felt my composure starting to fray. I t

ll. Look

h the restaurant's low hum. It

mixture of annoyance and something that looked like guilt,

er voice flat. "What

thing," I replied, my vo

an me, but he carried himself with an arrogance that made

n Olivia. "I'm just surprised to see

esture of false camaraderie. "Look, E

touch, my skin crawling

ce sharp. She was defending him. Of cours

iling over. "Am I the one having a cozy d

around, noticing the curiou

voice down,

d the truth might g

us. "That's enough.

ed on Olivia. "I want to hear it from you, Oli

said, her voice trembling sl

is it about

e stood up and faced me, her chin held high. T

clear and steady, loud enough for the nearb

emanded, the one thing I couldn't give her. She had taken my greatest vulnerability and weaponized it against me. The shock was so profoun

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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.”