Follow
Chapters
Share
His Betrayal: Choosing Her Over Me Novel Cover

His Betrayal: Choosing Her Over Me

She saved his lover, married him for two years, yet got nothing but a breakup notice the second his true love returned. Pregnancy and severe illness hit her one after another, while the scheming mistress kept stirring up trouble and framing her. He misunderstood her, hurt her deeply, and crushed all her love to dust. Once she wakes up from the infatuation dream, she tears up the divorce papers and fights back fiercely. He falls into deep regret after losing her, but her heart has long been frozen solid. Angsty heartbreak, dramatic reversal, painful love and desperate redemption.
Chapters
Share

Chapter 10

When Julian walked off with Piper, Leia couldn’t hold her composure any longer. She staggered so hard she would’ve completely collapsed if Sarah hadn’t caught her. The ache in her chest twisted like a sharp blade, squeezing the air right out of her lungs in this suffocating room. She bolted for the balcony, gasping for fresh cool air, fighting desperately to hold back her tears. I won’t cry, she silently ordered herself. I can’t cry. I can’t let Mom worry. Shoving the tears down her throat, she pulled a wobbly, strained smile onto her face.

One look at Leia’s face and Sarah’s chest ached with sympathy. She hurried over to prop her up. "Honey, are you okay? Don’t scare me like this!"

"I’m fine, Mom," Leia answered. "I just got winded for a second. I’m better now."

Sarah kept rubbing slow, soothing circles on her back, her own heart throbbing. "You know this is their fault, not yours. Why didn’t you tell me how bad it was? Holding all this in just made you hurt more, baby."

"If you’d told me, I never would’ve let them treat you like this."

"You’re too good to me, Mom," Leia said, wrapping her tight in a hug and resting her head on her shoulder.

Sarah stroked her hair, a messy tangle of anger and sorrow churning in her chest. Julian was a total idiot to throw away someone as amazing as Leia for that manipulative little gold-digger.

After about a minute, Leia said something that left Sarah completely stunned. "Mom, Julian and I are getting divorced."

Sarah snapped straight, grabbing Leia by the shoulders, her eyes blowing wide with shock. "You… you really want a divorce?"

"Mom, please stay calm," Leia begged. "Julian doesn’t love me. He never stopped loving Piper. Dragging this out is just pointless. It’s better for both of us to walk away. I just… I just want him to be happy."

Tears burned Sarah’s eyes. She turned away and swiped them fast, too choked up to speak. Divorce? Over her dead body, she’d never accept that.

"Mom, please say you’ll support me," Leia pleaded.

"No way, Leia," Sarah said firmly. "Don’t you worry. I’m gonna get that other woman out of the picture for good, and Julian will come back to you. Trust me, okay?"

Sarah’s eyes blazed with determination. She didn’t have much time left in this world, but she was going to see Leia and Julian happy together with their own little family before she went. That was her dying wish.

"Mom…"

"Alright, let’s drop this for now," Sarah said, changing the subject fast. "I came over to make you something nice to eat. After dinner, we’ll head to the hospital for your check-up, okay?"

"Okay," Leia agreed, a bittersweet small smile tugging at her lips as she led her mom downstairs.

In the car, Julian and Piper sat in the back while Thomas, Julian’s assistant, drove. The air was thick enough to cut with a knife, oppressive dead silence hanging over everything. Julian had his eyes closed, trying to force his body to relax, while Piper stared at him, a giddy little triumph fizzing in her chest. He’d finally chosen her over Leia. Even with Sarah’s little interruption, which was totally meaningless anyway, it felt so good.

Every time she thought of Leia’s wet, heartbroken eyes, a jolt of pure joy shot through her. Slowly, she let her hand brush over Julian’s thigh, inching it up toward his arm. She felt his whole body go rigid, caught the tiny flutter of his eyelashes against his cheek.

Suddenly, Julian’s eyes flew open, locking on her wandering hand. He knew exactly what she was doing—blatant, in-your-face seduction. Far from flattered, he just felt annoyed. "Don’t. I’m tired," he said sharply.

His words doused her cold instantly. She pulled her hand back, a flash of anger sparking in her eyes before she hid it fast. She turned to him, her voice soft as silk. "Julian, where are we going now?"

"We’re stopping at Grand Estates. For now you’ll stay at a hotel—we can’t go back to the apartment."

"My mom’s threats are no joke."

"Oh," she answered flatly, sitting up straight, her whole good mood ruined.

Suddenly the car hit a deep pothole hard, jolting Piper right into Julian’s chest with a little shriek of surprise. His heart skipped a beat when he instinctively caught her, and he shot Thomas a deadly glare.

"Watch the damn road," Julian growled, his voice ice cold.

Thomas broke out in a cold sweat, staring at their compromising position through the rearview mirror. "I’m sorry, Mr. Shaw. I didn’t see it. I’ll be more careful, I swear."

Julian’s expression softened just a fraction. And Piper preened, certain that little accident proved he still cared about her.

At the dining table, Leia stared at the bowl of herbal stew Sarah had made her, overwhelmed. It was so much—a whole big bowl, just for her. Mrs. Taylor, their housekeeper, hurried over to encourage her. "Mrs. Shaw, your mom went through hell to track this down for you. They say it’s good for helping with pregnancy symptoms."

"Really?" Leia replied, a faint frown pulling at her brow. When Mrs. Taylor headed back to the kitchen for more plates, Leia snuck fast to the bathroom and poured the whole stew down the drain. After all, if there was even a chance she was pregnant, she couldn’t risk taking random herbal garbage blindly.

When she sat back down at the table, she pulled a dramatic teary face right as Sarah joined her. Seeing Leia’s over-the-top expression, Sarah chuckled. "You drank it, didn’t you?"

"Yeah, Mom. It was so bitter it felt like torture."

Sarah laughed. "Don’t worry, I’ve got candy for you."

With that, she went to grab a handful of pieces from the jar. Right there on top, Leia spotted the mint candy Julian had bought her once, and her chest went tight. He’s probably with her right now…

After dinner, Leia drove Sarah to the oncology hospital. They checked in and joined the queue, waiting for their turn. The line for the doctor stretched all the way down the hall.

Sarah craned her neck to peek ahead, then turned to Leia all excited. "Dr. Kent is back from overseas this year! He’s one of the top cancer research specialists in the country, and he’s only here for a few months. You can’t get an appointment with him no matter how much money you throw at them."

Leia smiled. "He sounds really impressive."

"Not just impressive—he’s handsome as hell, just as good-looking as that rat Julian, and carries himself like a true gentleman. Even this old lady can’t help but swoon. Shame I don’t have an extra daughter to set him up with!"

Leia laughed. "Now you’ve got me curious just how stunning this doctor must be."

After what felt like forever waiting, it was finally their turn. Leia never expected the doctor seeing her mom would be him—the young, heart-striking Dr. Alex Kent. He was just as cold and meticulous as she remembered, completely focused on nothing but his work.

A few young women hung around nearby, sneaking admiring glances before one worked up the courage to step forward. "Dr. Kent, I like you. Could we…?"

Without looking up, Dr. Kent answered coolly, "If you’re not a patient, please leave. You’re wasting other people’s time."

"Dr. Kent, can I take you out to dinner?"

"Sorry, I don’t eat out. Leave," he answered stiffly.

"Dr. Kent, we just want to be friends."

"I’m not interested in making friends," he stated icily.

His bluntness was enough to send the girls scurrying away in tears, and even Leia had to hand it to him—he didn’t sugarcoat a damn thing. Being that hot really did let you get away with anything, even breaking the most beautiful girls’ hearts without an apology.

After the girls left, it was Sarah’s turn, and Leia followed her in. Even with how strikingly beautiful Leia was, Dr. Kent’s eyes only flickered over her for half a second before snapping right back to Sarah.

"What seems to be the problem?"

You may also like

After Discovering His Affair Account I Divorced Him Novel Cover
9.5
When I mentioned I was feeling under the weather, Andrew drove through a snowstorm just to see me. From then on, except when it was a matter of principle, this gesture became his ticket to forgiveness. That was until I accidentally discovered his chat records. "The other day, I had a physical need. She was cleaner than the usual ones I hang out with." "Women are always touched by little gestures. Act more emotional and they'll stick with you." *** As I reached for the fruit on the table, Andrew subtly angled his phone away from my view. My gut instinct immediately screamed he was cheating. I realized I hadn't checked Andrew’s phone in ages. When we first got together, I was filled with insecurity and often asked to see his phone to ensure he wasn’t seeing anyone else. Andrew never seemed bothered; he simply smiled and added my fingerprint to his access settings, letting me check it anytime.
After His Heartless Betrayal Novel Cover
8.0
The studio felt like a tomb at this hour, all chrome and glass surfaces reflecting the dim security lighting back at me in fractured pieces. My heels clicked against the polished floors as I made my way through the maze of corridors, past darkened offices and silent editing bays. Tomorrow would be the season finale—the culmination of months of work, sleepless nights, and careful orchestration. But tonight, I just needed to retrieve the contracts I'd forgotten in my rush to leave earlier. The security guard had nodded at me with familiar recognition when I'd badged in. "Working late again, Ms. Ryan?" he'd asked, and I'd managed a tired smile. If only he knew how many nights I'd spent in this building, crafting something extraordinary while the rest of the world slept. My office was on the executive floor, but as I approached the elevator bank, I noticed light spilling from beneath Tyler's dressing room door. My steps slowed involuntarily.
Curse Reverses on Sterling Novel Cover
9.6
The fluorescent lights of Seattle General Hospital buzzed overhead like angry wasps, casting everyone beneath them in a sickly, unforgiving glow. I stared at Mr. Harrison's perfectly knotted tie, unable to meet his eyes as his words crashed over me like icy water. "I'm afraid we need a payment of $150,000 within the week, Ms. Brooks," he said, his voice clinically detached. "Otherwise, we'll have to cancel your mother's surgery." My throat constricted. "There must be something—" "We've already extended every possible courtesy." He adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses, glancing at his tablet. "Your insurance coverage is exhausted, and the payment plans you've proposed don't meet our minimum requirements." I wanted to scream, to grab him by his starched collar and demand how he could reduce my mother's life to a dollar amount. Instead, I swallowed hard, nodding mechanically as he continued detailing the administrative process of canceling life-saving procedures. When he finally walked away, his leather shoes clicking efficiently down the corridor, I slumped against the wall.
Divorce After His Madness Novel Cover
8.4
The flashbulbs outside the Metropolitan Museum of Art were a firing squad, and I was the target. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of lilies and old money, a suffocating perfume that clung to the back of my throat. I adjusted the strap of my silk gown, my fingers trembling—a subtle vibration only a dancer would notice. I needed air. I needed silence. I slipped away from the cacophony of the gala, finding refuge in a dimly lit VIP lounge draped in velvet and shadow. The relief was short-lived. The heavy oak door clicked shut behind me, the sound echoing like a gavel striking a block. "Hiding, Amaya?" Zayne Bradley. The name alone made the fine hairs on my arms stand up.
Fiancé's Affair & Asset Theft Novel Cover
8.1
The champagne bottle felt cold against my palm as I fumbled with my keys, the silk of my wedding dress rustling with each movement. Three months. Three grueling months of eighteen-hour days, endless client meetings, and strategic negotiations had finally paid off. The Meridian Tech contract was worth twelve million dollars, and it was mine—ours. Carter's company would be set for the next five years. I pushed open the front door of our penthouse, my heart racing with anticipation. "Carter? I'm home!" My voice echoed through the marble foyer, breathless with excitement. The champagne bottle caught the afternoon light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows as I held it up like a trophy. Silence.
His Secret Heir In Her Arms Novel Cover
9.5
I returned to New York with a broken suitcase and exactly three hundred and forty-two dollars in my bank account. My mother was dying in a public hospital, and the only treatment that could save her required a fifty-thousand-dollar deposit I didn't have. While I was pleading with the billing department, I ran into my billionaire ex, Gannon Sharpe, and his cruel fiancée, Aleta. Without a second thought, Aleta slapped me so hard my lip split, kicking my belongings across the floor and calling me a gold-digging thief in front of the entire staff. I looked at Gannon, the man I once loved more than my own life, hoping for a shred of mercy. Instead, he looked at me with pure revulsion and told me I belonged in the gutter. He believed the lies his grandfather told him—that I had abandoned him after his car crash and vanished with millions. He had no idea I was the one who actually pulled him from that burning wreckage, or that I was currently skipping meals in a moldy motel just so our secret son could have formula. He called me "disgusting" and walked away, leaving me to rot. I wanted to scream that I was the genius scientist who wrote his company’s core algorithms, and that the child he didn’t know existed was shivering with a fever only blocks away. But the ironclad NDA I signed to save my family kept me silent, even as Gannon looked at me like I was something he’d stepped in. Desperate for health insurance to save my mother and son, I took a bottom-tier data entry job in the basement of Gannon’s own tower, intending to stay invisible. But when a billion-dollar error threatened to bankrupt his empire, I couldn't stop myself from hacking the system to fix the code. Now, the man who hates me is standing in my cubicle, demanding to know how a "dropout" knows his most guarded secrets. Gannon is finally digging into my past, and he’s about to find out exactly what—and who—I’ve been hiding for the last four years.