A Betrayal Between My Husband And My Sister
Evelyn's betrayal of her own sister ends up revealing a shocking truth.
Evelyn is pregnant with David's child-David, who is Steffy's husband, and Steffy is Evelyn's older sister. Confident that she will become the heir to the Willson family fortune, Evelyn secretly conducts a DNA test on Steffy and Hendri Willson.
But is the result of that DNA test truly valid? And what truth will ultimately come to light-one so shocking that it leaves everyone stunned?
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Chapter 6
Steffy and Nadine leaned closer to Daniel’s phone screen. A photo appeared—of a middle-aged woman standing in a white nurse’s uniform, wearing a faint smile. The same eyes. The same face Nadine could never forget.
“That’s her,” Nadine said softly, yet with absolute certainty. “That’s Martha. I couldn’t be wrong.”
Daniel nodded and slipped his phone back into his pocket. But something in his expression shifted—his smile faded, and his eyes grew more serious.
“I’m sorry, but… may I ask you something first?” Daniel looked straight at Nadine. “What exactly are you looking for from Martha?”
Steffy glanced at her mother, then answered, “We don’t intend to hurt anyone. We’re just looking for answers.”
“Answers about what?” Daniel’s voice remained calm, but his tone demanded clarity.
“About the past. I was born in this hospital twenty-seven years ago,” Steffy said at last. “My mother said… there was an incident that night. I might have been switched at birth, and Martha was the nurse involved. Then after that night… she disappeared.”
Daniel fell silent, his expression unreadable.
Steffy continued in a softer voice, “We suspect something happened that night. Maybe… there was a mistake. Maybe… I’m not my mother’s biological child.”
Daniel’s gaze sharpened.
“And you believe my mother was involved?” he asked flatly.
Steffy quickly shook her head. “We’re not accusing her. We just want to know… what really happened. Only Martha can give us those answers. Please, Daniel—help us meet her.”
Nadine added, her voice trembling, “So Martha is your mother… I won’t force anything. I just want to know whether what I’ve believed all this time is wrong… or true. That’s all. After that… we’ll leave peacefully.”
Silence lingered for a few seconds. The noise of the hospital corridor seemed to fade—leaving only the three of them standing there, caught in the weight of their emotions.
Daniel took a deep breath, glanced at the floor, then looked back at them.
“It’s true,” he said quietly. “Martha… the woman you’re looking for… is my mother.”
Steffy and Nadine froze.
“She hasn’t worked at the hospital for a long time,” Daniel continued. “She resigned. And after that, we moved away. She never spoke about her past as a nurse again. Even when I decided to become a doctor, she only said one thing—‘don’t repeat my mistakes.’ I didn’t understand what she meant back then. But now…”
Daniel swallowed hard, looking straight at Steffy.
“Now I think I do.”
Nadine stepped closer. “Where is she now, Daniel? Please… we just want to talk to her.”
Daniel hesitated.
“She lives alone now, on the outskirts of the city. I visit her every two weeks,” he said finally. “She… doesn’t meet strangers easily anymore. She’s become more withdrawn over the years.”
“We won’t hurt her,” Steffy said quickly. “We won’t even ask anything if she doesn’t want to answer. We just want to look into her eyes. Hear her voice. Sometimes… the truth can be felt just through a meeting.”
Daniel fell silent for a long moment. Then, in a low voice, he said, “I’ll talk to my mother first. If she’s willing to meet you… I’ll contact you.”
Nadine looked like she might cry. “Thank you… even just for that, I’m truly grateful.”
Daniel nodded. “Give me some time. Maybe a day or two. I want to prepare her first.”
Meanwhile, elsewhere, Evelyn paced back and forth in the living room, restless. Her steps were quick, but her thoughts raced even faster. She bit her nails—a habit that resurfaced whenever panic took over.
“Are they really going to find her?” she muttered to herself, grabbing her phone and reopening David’s last message.
“Meet me. Now.”
Evelyn replied with an address.
She arrived first at a small studio apartment she owned.
“Come in,” Evelyn said quickly as soon as David knocked.
David glanced around the room. “Since when did you have this place?”
“I just rented it yesterday. From now on, we’ll meet here, David.”
“Small,” he commented. “But better than sleeping in a car.”
“What do you mean?” Evelyn frowned, confused.
“Evelyn… I’ve been fired.”
Evelyn stared at him in disbelief. “What?”
“Willson Corp fired me. Quietly. No official statement. All my privileges were revoked. My car, office access—even my company credit card was frozen. They just told me to disappear.”
“So… you really lost everything?”
David let out a bitter laugh. “Everything. Including a place to live. That’s why I want to stay here.”
Evelyn stiffened. “Stay here?”
“Don’t tell me you can’t take me in.”
Evelyn stepped closer, her face a mix of panic and confusion. “David… this wasn’t part of our agreement.”
“We’re not talking about agreements anymore,” David snapped. “We’re talking about survival. Do you think I’m happy after divorcing Steffy? I thought my life would be better with you.”
“Listen to me carefully, Evelyn,” he continued, his voice low but cold. “We’re both in this mess together. If I can’t live comfortably in that house, then you’re responsible for my life now.”
“David, I’m pregnant. You didn’t even ask how I’m doing?” Evelyn said, her disappointment clear.
“That wasn’t my plan. If you had been more patient, maybe I’d still be enjoying the Willson family’s benefits!”
Evelyn never expected David to change like this. He was no longer the caring, romantic man she once knew.
“So you don’t want this child, David?”
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7.2
Azura Briggs was just a broke college student working freezing valet shifts to pay her adoptive mother's crushing medical debt.
Her desperate life shattered the night a bulletproof Maybach violently cornered her in an alley, and a ruthless billionaire kidnapped her by mistake.
After a harrowing escape, Azura was forced to take a humiliating "plus-one" gig at a high-end gala just to survive. But her date turned out to be the billionaire's arrogant nephew, who promptly abandoned her to the wolves. Cornered by a sleazy executive and his psychotic wife, Azura was publicly slapped, her dress torn, and left bleeding on the floor while hundreds of elites watched in disgust.
Just as she prepared to fight to the death, the crowd violently parted. Hunter Mcintosh, the terrifying man who had kidnapped her days ago, dropped to his knees in the broken glass and wrapped his bespoke jacket around her trembling shoulders.
Azura was completely paralyzed. Why was the monster who threatened her life now destroying billionaires just to protect her?
But the illusion of safety didn't last. Trapped in his Maybach hours later, Hunter threw a draconian employment contract at her feet.
"Sign it, and her care is covered. Forever."
He knew exactly how to break her. He was offering to pay off her mother's debt, but only if she signed her life away to become his personal assistant. With no other way out, Azura picked up the heavy pen.
7.8
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"I needed a guarantee," he said flatly.
I was shaking with rage and terror. This wasn't a rescue. It was a hostage situation. Why did he hunt me down? Why use my darkest secret to trap me in this twisted marriage?
I couldn't live like this. I demanded an immediate divorce. But at the courthouse, the clerk dropped a bomb on us: state law required a mandatory thirty-day waiting period. Thirty days trapped with a ruthless, manipulative stranger. I had to find a way to break his leverage before the month was up.
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9.4
I spent the night with a stranger...
Who got me pregnant...
And turned out to be my boss...
Whoops, sorry, did I say "boss"? I meant a MOB boss.
To be fair, I didn't know he was my boss when I slept with him.
I thought he was just the kind stranger offering me a place to stay.
But one night in Misha Orlov's hotel room got me way more than I bargained for.
It got me champagne that tasted like starlight.
Satin sheets as soft as a dream.
And a man with silver eyes who showed me how it felt to come undone.
And then, in the morning...
He was gone.
That's I needed to get my life together anyway.
After all, my ex-not-quite-husband (it's a long story) just emptied all our bank accounts and disappeared, taking my home and my money and my job with him.
So I'm starting from a blank slate.
I find myself a new apartment.
A new job.
And I put both Misha and my husband behind me.
At least, I thought I did.
Until Day 1 of orientation.
When I learn that Misha Orlov is my new boss.
That's bad enough.
What's worse is what came next.
A car crash.
A doctor's appointment.
And two pieces of unsettling news.
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7.3
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