Betrayal on the Wedding Day

Chapter 5

Word Count: 651 | Released on: 10/07/2025

plaining a simple business decision. She placed a protective hand over her stomach.

from her to me, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips. "We love each oth

they did. She was creating a narrative where they were the

I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

'll raise the child as your own. It's the perfect arrangement.

ization dawning on me with sickening clarity. "My

alculated, long-term scheme. They had planned this. Every c

began to burn throu

it hung in the air bet

narrowed. "Wha

onger now. "I will not raise another

refuse? I'll tell your family everything. I'll tell them about your... condition. That you're infertil

osure. She believed she had me trapped. She believed I was still the same weak

ffer?" I asked, my vo

e. "You have until the end of the week to come to your senses. You

ation was over, as if my consent was a mere formalit

eaned in close, his voice a ven

ssed, before walking away, a

e on me, a mixture of pity and morbid curiosity. I felt my legs threaten to give out.

r. She had

y phone and di

on grounds of adultery. And I want to add a restraining order against

ainst me. She was wrong. She had underestimated me for the last time. The pain was still there, a raw, gaping wo

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Betrayal on the Wedding Day

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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.”