Betrayed Wife's Payback: Her Battle for Justice

The vintage Cartier watch on my wrist showed 11:37 PM. Less than twelve hours until I would become Mrs. Brandon Quinn. The thought should have filled me with butterflies, but instead, a strange heaviness had settled in my chest all evening. I smoothed down the silk of my robe as I paced the bridal suite, my reflection catching in the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Hamptons shoreline. The rehearsal dinner had gone perfectly—champagne flowing, toasts that made everyone tear up, my parents beaming with pride. Everything exactly as it should be. So why couldn't I sleep? A soft breeze from the open balcony door ruffled the papers on my vanity—seating arrangements and final schedule confirmations. My eyes drifted to the corner of the room where a navy jacket was draped carelessly over the back of a cream armchair.

Her husband thought he was the only one allowed to break their vows. He was wrong. After years of betrayal and silent humiliation, Elena Vance makes one reckless decision, a night with a stranger paid to help her destroy what’s left of her marriage. No names. No feelings. No consequences. Just revenge. By morning, she’s gone, leaving cash on the nightstand and the memory of one forbidden night behind her. Then she misses her period. And the stranger she was supposed to forget? He isn’t a stranger at all. Damian Cross is a billionaire feared by powerful men, a dangerously obsessive man with secrets darker than his wealth. And after one night with Elena, he becomes determined to find the woman who vanished from his bed. Now Elena is trapped between a husband who refuses to lose control of her… and a man who has already decided she belongs to him. Because Damian Cross never lets go of what he wants. And this time he wants Elena. Her body. Her loyalty. And the child carrying his name.

The antiseptic smell of the hospital corridor burned my nostrils as I stared at Dr. Harrison Wells, willing his words to change. My father's chart trembled in his hands, the blue folder containing a death sentence unless we found a miracle. "Terminal kidney disease," he repeated, his voice gentle but firm. "We need to find a donor immediately, Mrs. Montgomery." I gripped Isaac's hand so tightly my knuckles turned white. My husband—my rock for seven years—squeezed back, his thumb tracing soothing circles against my skin. "How long does he have?" Isaac asked the question I couldn't bring myself to voice. "Without a transplant? Three months.

I was drugged by my stepmother and betrayed by my boyfriend. When I woke up in a stranger's bed, I realized I had been set up - used, humiliated, discarded. The worst part? That cold, dangerous man... was my stepsister's fiancé. I tried to run. I tried to disappear. But fate had other plans - I was pregnant. With his child. Theodore Sterling - rich, ruthless, and utterly untouchable - offered me marriage. "Congratulations," he sneered. "You finally got what you wanted - me." So I became his wife. The scandal. The shame of the Reynolds family. The woman everyone hated. He said he didn't want me. But he never let me go. I said I hated him. But I couldn't stop falling. This isn't just a forced marriage. It's revenge, obsession, and a love I never saw coming.

Chapter 1 Three years after Jerry lost his memory, Emily decided to die. She had cancer. After swallowing 520 sleeping pills, she quietly turned on the gas in her apartment. When she woke again, Jerry’s father and mother stood by her ICU bed, their expressions icy. “Put it out of your mind,” his mother said. “Even if you kill yourself ten thousand times, my son won’t spare you a second glance.” His father added, “I advise you to sign the divorce papers sooner rather than later. Miss Judith is a Capital City socialite, a perfect match for our family. She’s carrying the heir to the Huo legacy—something a woman of your status could never compare to.” The words pierced her heart like a needle. Three years ago, Jerry had loved her to the bone. He once drove nine hundred kilometers to the peak of a mountain just to pick her a rare alpine rose, all because she’d lingered on a photo of one for three seconds at an exhibition. When her menstrual cramps were unbearable, he’d abandon multi-billion-dollar deals, rush out into a downpour to scour every pharmacy in the capital for pain relievers, then stay up all night brewing her a soothing tea—only to catch pneumonia himself from the fever it induced. Later, when she wanted to go abroad as a doctor in a warzone, Jerry defied his family’s fierce opposition. For three days and nights, he faced the family council, willing to be disowned, just so he could join the special forces and follow her. When he appeared before her in that crisp, tailored uniform, she cried. He’d just kissed her forehead gently, holding her close, and whispered, “Don’t cry. It hurts me to see you like this.” They married, got their license, and became the couple everyone in the special forces envied. She thought their happiness would last forever. But during their final rescue mission, she was taken hostage by rioters, her body strapped with explosives. With fifty-two seconds left on the timer, Jerry shot himself without hesitation. Covered in blood, he offered to exchange himself for her, mouthing the words “I love you” soundlessly across the chaos. An explosion. Life and death separated. Every time she remembered that scene, even breathing was agony. She guarded his empty grave, only to learn he wasn’t dead. The news that followed was worse: he’d lost his memory and fallen in love with Miss Judith. For three years, he watched her heartbreak with cold indifference, pouring all his former tenderness into Judith. He loved Judith the way he once loved her. She didn’t know if this was heaven’s mercy or its cruelty. She had begged. She had suffered. She had tried to end it all. Over one thousand and ninety-five days and nights, she’d shed countless tears. But Jerry never even looked up. At first, he was cold as a stranger. Later, his disgust for her grew, culminating in getting Judith pregnant. Hurried footsteps sounded at the door. Emily looked up to see a cold, aloof man walk in. He wore a black suit, the top button of his shirt undone to reveal a glimpse of his elegant collarbone. Jerry gripped her chin, the force so great it brought tears to her eyes. His gaze was ice. “Was it you who turned on the gas? Do you have any idea Judith is pregnant?” Her voice was hoarse. “I didn’t know Miss Judith would be at the villa.” “Don’t play the victim with me,” he said coldly, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Judith is the love of my life, my fiancée. I’m warning you—don’t get any ideas.” The man who once loved her deeply now looked at her with nothing but distance and disdain. Just three years ago, a single glance from her would make his ears turn red with shyness. Holding her hand made him sweat with nerves. Kissing her made his whole body tremble. He had willingly walked to his death to save her. She had held onto the love in his eyes for three long years. But now… those same eyes held only revulsion. A cold numbness spread through Emily’s body. Her eyes felt dry and scratchy, but not a single tear would fall. She opened her mouth, her throat tight. “Jerry, let’s get a divorce.” The air hung silent for a few seconds. Jerry suddenly let out a cold laugh, a mocking curve lifting the corner of his mouth. “Trying to trick me into a divorce again, so you can drug my coffee? Emily, using the same trick twice? Aren’t you tired?” “No, this time it’s real—” “Enough,” Jerry cut her off impatiently. “Judith had a scare. I need to take care of her. I don’t have time for your nonsense.” Watching his retreating back, Emily’s eyes stung. The man who once loved her to the bone wouldn’t even spare her a moment of his time now. Not long after they left, the duty nurse came to collect payment. “Miss Emily, here is your medical bill. The total is ten thousand.” Emily glanced at her bank balance and felt a pang of bitter sorrow. “I can’t pay that all at once. Could I owe it? I’ll transfer the money tomorrow.” The nurse hesitated but went to start the approval process.

I was his maid. His peace in a world of violence. The only woman Dimitri Volkov ever allowed close to his heart. But one dark night changed everything. I thought it was him in the shadows. Same voice. Same touch. Same everything. By the time I realized my mistake, it was too late. Now I'm carrying his twin brother's child. Dimitri's rage could burn down empires. Alexei's claim could start a war. And I'm caught between two brothers who once shared everything—until they shared me. In the Volkov world, blood is thicker than water. But what happens when blood turns against blood? One loves me. One owns me. Both will destroy each other for me. And I'm the one who will pay the price.