My Fiancé Orchestrated My Ruin to Crown His Mistress

In truth, Ana was always kind to me, at least before Georgina came into the picture.

The smell of greasy food mixed with the metallic tang of blood, making my stomach churn with nausea. I propped myself up on my elbows, cautiously standing as the pain from the wounds in my lower body lingered, still far from healed. Clenching my teeth, I ascended the stairs with determination, only to be stopped by the sound of Georgina’s moans at the top.

"Aziel darling, who's better, me or her?" she purred.

"Of course it's you. You have no idea how revolting it was; she's a complete mess down there. I almost lost interest," Aziel replied with a smirk I could almost hear.

Then came her soft, teasing giggle, "You're quite the tyrant, you know? I only asked you to teach her a lesson, yet you brought in all those people to deal with her, even marking up her face."

"She deserved it for foolishly trying to compete with you for the lead role," Aziel's voice carried a groan I knew too well from moments of intense passion.

Though I had long known the truth, hearing it said so openly made my heart clench painfully, as if gripped by an invisible hand. Fighting the urge to vomit, I returned to the bedroom.

Under Aziel’s pillow, there was still an old, yellowing notebook chronicling our moments from age eighteen to twenty-eight. I couldn't fathom how someone who once loved me so deeply could change so drastically.

Georgina had entered our lives three years ago, saving Ana from an oncoming car. It seemed natural for her to move into the Whitley household, and it was then I learned of her budding career in showbiz. Out of gratitude, I introduced her to my social circles, to all the directors I knew. Countless days and nights were spent taking her from one film set to the next, appearing on numerous talk shows, transforming her from an unknown into a top-tier star.

Georgina showed her appreciation, yet little did I know that her way of thanking me was to slip into bed with my fiancé.

From the nightstand, I retrieved my spare phone and called Uncle Leonidas, "Uncle, I’ve made up my mind. I’d like to join you overseas."

His joy was palpable over the phone, "You've finally come to your senses! I'll get you a ticket for tomorrow right away."

Since my parents' passing, my uncle had repeatedly urged me to live with him abroad, but for Aziel’s sake, I had refused every time. Now, listening to the sounds from the next room, I painfully squeezed my eyes shut.

Here, the last thing that once held me back was gone.