My Husband's Betrayal

Hannah Fox dedicates all her time and life to her husband and son. She thought her marriage was going well and her life was perfect. However, one day at a dinner party, she witnessed Jason Howard, her much-loved husband, kissing another woman's lips. The betrayal shook Hannah's life. At that moment, she realized everything she had done for her husband was in vain. However, fate brought her together with Chris Walker, who had also experienced failure in his marriage. They both had been betrayed by the partners they loved, and the betrayal had brought them to the lowest point in their lives. What happens to Hannah's life next? Will she find happiness with Chris?

Chapters

Chapter 8

Chris

I saw Lisa's car leaving through the gate. I hurried away to see Mark, who was waiting for me at a coffee shop near to my house.

Mom was confused because I rarely went straight to the office. I told her I had a lot of work to do that morning. After that, she was quiet and didn't ask me anything else.

When I arrived at the coffee shop, I saw Mark and Jenna waiting. Then, we immediately switched cars. I borrowed Jenna's car for one day. Jenna returned to the office and drove my car, while Mark and I drove Jenna's car.

Because time was running out, Mark and I hurried to Alice's school. My heart was beating quite fast, and I was worried that we would lose track of Lisa.

"That's Mrs. Lisa's car," Mark yelled. I looked towards the school parking lot and saw that Lisa's car was still parked there. When I looked for her among the crowd of parents, I saw her talking to a woman.

We parked near to there and didn't forget to wear hats and sunglasses as a disguise, even though Jenna said that the car windows were safe because the inside of the car couldn't be seen clearly from the outside. However, to feel safer, we decided to still use a disguise.

Fifteen minutes later, Lisa got into her car and drove to the shopping area and cafes. It was half past seven in the morning, and Lisa usually went to a coffee shop to buy a cup of coffee, then went to a cheese cake shop to buy cheese cake.

As far as I knew, that was her schedule.

Sure enough, her car stopped right in front of the coffee shop. A few moments later, her car stopped again in front of the cheesecake shop. Everything was the same as the schedule she had written for me a long time ago.

Doubt and guilt crept into my heart. It never crossed my mind that one day I would doubt my wife's loyalty. But, to prove everything, I had to find out.

"Mark, can the CCTV on the office terrace be finished today?"

"We'll try, sir," Mark replied.

"Maybe you can work with the police to find out the identity of the person who sent me the secret letter after the CCTV captures his or her face. But do everything quietly, so there's no commotion at the office. And I don't want Lisa to hear about this."

"Okay, Sir. Understood."

From the cheesecake shop, Lisa's car stopped at a cafe that was usually a popular breakfast spot for people who didn't have time to cook breakfast. From inside the car, I saw her meet a woman, but I had never seen her face at any of the parties we had hosted. Her face looked unfamiliar to me.

Lisa was there for about an hour. She looked cheerful when talking to the woman. Before getting into the car, I saw her staring at and typing something on her cell phone for quite a long time, about half an hour. After that, she parted with her friend and got back into the car.

Next, Lisa visited her favorite boutique in the mall. Mark parked the car near to Lisa's car. I saw her get out of the car and enter the mall.

"Sir, should I follow her into the mall?" Mark asked as he got out of the car. He deliberately stuck a fake mustache under his nose, then put on black-rimmed glasses and a hat.

"You look different. Okay, follow her. Take some photos. The boutique's name is Miss Selfridge," I replied.

Mark hurried out of the car and entered the mall. Meanwhile, I stayed in the car, checking some documents.

An hour and a half later, Mark sent a quick message to my cell phone. He told me that Lisa was walking towards the parking lot. Not long after, I saw Lisa get out of the elevator, and then get into her car while carrying two shopping bags.

After Lisa's car drove away, Mark got into the car, then hurriedly drove after Lisa.

From the mall, he went to the supermarket. In the schedule she wrote for me, she said she would go to the supermarket every day because she preferred to eat fresh vegetables and fruits. I didn't mind when she said that because I thought her reason was reasonable. But what if the mysterious letter was genuine? Then Lisa had indeed arranged everything to look normal.

While waiting in line to enter the supermarket parking lot, Mark said, "Sir, Mrs. Lisa went into the boutique and stayed there for quite a while looking at some clothes. Then, she went to the jewelry store and stayed there for quite a while. It looked like she bought a pair of diamond earrings. After that, she got into the elevator to go to the parking lot."

"Okay, Mark. Thank you." I asked Mark to park in a more strategic area to observe Lisa's movements.

Not long after Lisa parked her car, a red luxury car stopped right in front of her car. Lisa got out of her car and entered the red luxury car.

Yesterday she got out of a black sedan, now she's getting into a red luxury car. Who are they?

I was stunned and lost in my thoughts until Mark's voice brought me back to reality.

"Sir, are you okay?" I nodded.

Mark drove out of the supermarket parking lot, following the luxury car. Strangely, the car headed toward the famous hotel complex in Riverford. However, I tried to think positively. Maybe they were just passing through the area on purpose.

I sat quietly in the middle passenger seat, feeling a little confused and hurt. It felt like needles were piercing my heart, and it hurt so much.

If I found the truth behind all the riddles written in that mysterious letter, what would I do? If I divorced Lisa, Alice would be affected. The happy marriage we had built over the past dozen years would be destroyed in an instant, and everything would change suddenly.

But I couldn't tolerate infidelity and betrayal because if it was proven true and all the truth came out, then Lisa had indeed stabbed me in the back.

"Sir, they stopped in front of the Royal Hotel." It turned out that my guess was right.

I saw Lisa get out of the car with a man. Even worse, the man was hugging my wife's waist, and they entered the hotel with cheerful smiles on their faces.

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At our class reunion, my husband lost a game of truth or dare and was dared to call the person he regretted most in his life. I listened as a woman's voice came through the phone. She asked, "If I get divorced now, will you give me a place to call home?" Marcus answered confidently, "Yes." An awkward silence filled the room. Everyone expected a dramatic response from me, but instead, I calmly took off my wedding ring and walked away. He returned home late again that night. I handed him the divorce papers I had prepared beforehand, "Marcus, let's end this marriage." Upon hearing this, Marcus tugged impatiently at his tie, "Frances, this is absurd. Over such a trivial thing, you’re making a scene and daring to bring up divorce? You've really grown bold!" He had just pledged himself to another woman, in front of everyone, yet accused me of overreacting. No surprise there. My endless tolerance over the years had led him to see me as a pushover—someone he could manipulate at will, not even worthy of expressing anger.

Modern Romance

9.3

Blooming Under His Shadow

9.3

He is power, control, and consequence. She is everything he never planned for. Lucien Blackwell rules his world through silence and precision, dismantling threats before they speak his name. When betrayal from his own family forces him to tighten his grip, the last thing he expects is her-a florist whose calm presence unsettles him more than any enemy ever has. As unseen eyes close in and his shadow stretches across her life, she refuses to be protected through ignorance or distance. Instead, she chooses awareness, agency, and a place beside the danger. Because some things don't survive darkness. They bloom within it. Blooming Under His Shadow is a slow-burn romantic suspense about power, choice, and the risk of loving a man whose world was never built for light.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.1

Escaping Eric's False Love

9.1

To placate Kathryn, who was throwing her hundredth dramatic fit, Eric asked me to step down from my role as the bride. “She’s just young and a bit clueless. Could you do me a favor?” he pleaded. “Don’t worry, you’ll always be the real Mrs. Jimenez.” I clutched the edge of my wedding dress, hesitating before giving a silent nod. As I returned to the changing room, I overheard him jesting with his friends. “Savanna’s just like a loyal pet; she wouldn’t dare to oppose me.” “Are you really letting the girlfriend take center stage at your wedding? I bet you could tell her to give up her place on the marriage certificate too, and she’d go along with it.” Eric laughed smugly. “Definitely, want to wager on it?” He bet with his friend that after the wedding, he’d get a marriage certificate with Kathryn, and even if I were shattered, I’d quietly comply. I stood there for a while, then turned to leave without a word.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.3

Fake Amnesia, Real Betrayal: I Left, He Crawled Back

8.3

In the fifth year of Irene Shaw's marriage to Ethan Hart, he was involved in a car accident and lost his memory. No matter how she tried to prove that they had once loved each other, Ethan still insisted on a divorce. His reasoning was hard to refute. "If I really loved you as much as you claim, how could I forget you?" The childhood sweetheart who had once cut him off without hesitation had now become his sole emotional anchor. He looked at Irene coldly. "Since you know this is a mistake, why not end it cleanly?" The hands that had once refused to let her go now recoiled from even her lightest touch. Disheartened and exhausted, Irene signed her name and pushed him completely out of her life. Not long after, Ethan stopped her in the rain, his eyes red from crying. "Irene, don't leave me. You said I'd never lose you." As the car window slid shut, the arm around her waist tightened instinctively, and someone spoke before she could. "Drive on. Irene said she doesn't know him." She lowered her gaze, feeling a serene detachment, "I really don't know him."

Mafia Modern Romance

9.5

His Betrayal, My Sudden Wedding Vows

9.5

For seven years, I was his property. The lover and most trusted operative of Damian Benjamin, Veridian City' s ruthless kingpin. I took bullets for him, balanced his bloody books, and foolishly mistook his possessiveness for love. Then, he ordered me to seduce his rival, Earl Reid. It was all a cruel scheme to win the heart of another woman. I followed his orders, luring Earl into a hotel suite at a gala, only for Damian to burst in with the press. He publicly shamed me, leaving me naked and exposed as his true love called me trash. My seven-year devotion was shattered by the man I thought was my savior. But as the camera flashes blinded me, Earl Reid, the man I was sent to destroy, shielded my body from the world. He looked at me, his expression unreadable, and made an announcement that sealed my fate. "We're getting married."

Modern Mystery Romance

9.5

Life is full of regrets

9.5

Ellie lay in bed, burning with yet another low-grade fever. Ever since her pregnancy began, her body had struggled to adjust. The daily low fevers had become a relentless routine. Her husband David was always attentive. Whenever Ellie felt unwell, he would bring a glass of warm water and personally feed her a vitamin C tablet. Half an hour after taking it, she was drenched in sweat from the pain. “David…” She rolled off the bed in agony. But David, unlike his usual gentle self, simply stood by the bed, looking down at his wife. “Just endure it a little longer. Once the baby’s gone, you’ll be fine.” Gone? Ellie’s fingers dug into the concrete floor until they bled, but she felt nothing. “What I just gave you wasn’t a vitamin. It’s an imported abortion pill. You’re a doctor—you understand. Once this pain passes and the embryo dies, everything will be fine.” Ellie looked up at the man before her. No. He wasn’t a man. He was a monster. After the educated youth returned to the cities, she had risked cutting ties with her own family to marry David, a fellow returnee from her class. Back then, he’d had nothing. Two young people from vastly different social standings had come together—for love. Ellie got into medical school and, after graduation, was assigned to City Hospital as an OB-GYN. David, through Ellie’s father’s connections, entered the local Machine Tool Plant. He rose swiftly. In less than five years, he achieved what others spent a lifetime dreaming of: becoming the head of the largest factory in the area. Just two days ago, Ellie’s father died of a heart attack. She had lost her usefulness… “David, abortion pills aren’t fully developed yet. It won’t be a clean process.” Tears in her eyes, Ellie begged him. She couldn’t die here. Not like this, for no clear reason! “Medical abortions are dangerous. They can cause hemorrhaging. Please, take me to the hospital.” Her abdomen grew hotter, warmth churning inside her. She shifted slightly—and a warm gush surged from between her legs. The excruciating pain came like a tidal wave, smashing her broken little boat into the ocean. Just then, the door opened. Carolyn stepped in. Seeing Ellie on the floor, she gasped and hid behind David. “Oh, dear, what’s happened to you?” This woman was David’s sister-in-law. After his brother passed away, David had brought Carolyn to the city under the pretext of medical treatment, claiming her health was poor. She had been living with them for nearly half a year. “Hurry, take me to the hospital.” Ellie looked at the two of them, a terrible premonition settling in her heart. David frowned, crouched halfway down, and took out a handkerchief to wipe Ellie’s forehead. “Can’t you just endure it a little longer? Once the bleeding stops, you’ll be fine.” Gripping her teeth until they ached, Ellie knew the truth: drug-induced abortions were still underdeveloped. There had been many clinical accidents—that’s why hospitals hadn’t adopted them widely. “I can’t endure it. I’m dying!” David’s gaze turned vicious. “Endure it! It’s just a bastard. I’m already being merciful by letting you abort it. If you don’t listen, I’ll divorce you right now!” “What? A bastard?” Ellie was in such extreme pain her words slurred. Her child—how could it be a bastard? David was her first love. She had given him her virginity. How could he say such a thing?

Modern Mystery Romance

My Husband's Betrayal

Chapter 8

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