When Love Betrays
Chapter 1
Victoria Bathram had lived with kidney failure for five years.
Five years of hospital corridors that smelled of antiseptic and fear. Five years of needles, dialysis machines, whispered reassurances, and nights where pain kept her awake while Gabriel slept beside her, one arm draped protectively over her waist. Doctors had warned her early on—her condition would worsen. A transplant was her only real chance.
And then, finally, a miracle arrived.
In her fifth year, Victoria was told a compatible kidney had been found.
She cried that night Into her pillow. For the first time in years, hope felt real.
Gabriel had been her rock throughout it all. Her husband of eight years. The man who never missed a hospital appointment, who spoke gently to doctors, who insisted on handling everything so she wouldn’t worry. He cooked her meals himself because she hated hospital food. He prayed when she was too weak to lift her head. Everyone said she was lucky.
That was before the doctor came to the house.
Victoria lay in bed that afternoon, weak from dialysis, her eyes closed as the sound of voices drifted in from the living room. She didn’t mean to listen at first. But then she heard Gabriel’s angry voice and something in her chest tightened.
She stayed still. Pretended to sleep.
“Her condition has worsened,” the doctor said quietly. “She may not survive beyond two months without the transplant.”
There was silence for a while.
Then Gabriel spoke.
“I know.”
Another pause. Longer this time.
“There’s another patient,” the doctor continued carefully. “A child. Kidney failure as well. She’s also a match.”
Victoria’s fingers curled into the sheets.
“A child?” Gabriel asked, though his voice sounded… prepared.
“Yes. Sandra.”
Victoria’s breath caught.
“She’s my daughter,” Gabriel said. “She’s young. She has her whole life ahead of her. Please, use the kidney for her.”
The words sliced cleanly through Victoria’s chest.
“Your wife—” the doctor started. “Victoria only has two months.”
“I know,” Gabriel interrupted. “But she has lived. Sandra hasn’t even begun life.”
As if her life were already over.
As if five years of marriage, of devotion, of shared prayers and whispered promises, could be reduced to a calculation of worth.
Victoria felt a ringing in her ears. Her heart pounded so loudly she feared they would hear it from the room. Sandra, A daughter, His daughter? A child he had never mentioned.
So the rumors were true.
Gabriel hadn’t just betrayed her once. He had built an entire life outside their marriage.
A secret wife, children, and a hidden family.
While she lay dying.
Footsteps approached the bedroom. Victoria forced her breathing to steady, her face slackening into sleep just as the door creaked open. Gabriel stood there for a moment, watching her. She felt his gaze on her face, gentle, almost loving.
He didn’t touch her.
That night, after he slept, Victoria did something she hadn’t done in years.
She opened her laptop.
Her parents had once been unimaginably wealthy—owners of multiple villas across the country. Years ago, for security, Victoria had insisted on installing hidden cameras in each property. After her parents’ sudden disappearance, the villas had been left untouched… or so she believed.
Her hands trembled as the footage loaded.
The villa looked the same.
Same marble floors. Same sweeping staircase. Same sunlight pouring through tall windows.
But her parents were gone.
Instead, a woman moved through the living room—comfortable. Children laughed as they ran past her. And then the front door opened.
Gabriel walked in.
Victoria froze.
On the screen, Gabriel knelt in front of a little girl—Sandra, Smiling. He fastened a delicate jewelry necklace around her neck, adjusting it carefully, like this was something he’d done many times before.
Then he stood and handed the woman a luxury bag. One Victoria recognized immediately—rare, expensive, custom-ordered.
The kind of gift he had never bought for her.
Gabriel had promised her that bag for years.
Each time she stopped to admire it in a shop window or lingered over it in a magazine, he would smile and say, One day, i will get you this bag. When she was stronger. When things were better. When the time was right.
There was always time—for someone else.
On the screen, he handed the luxury bag to another woman without thinking twice, as if keeping a promise he had never planned to keep for Victoria.
Her heart felt ripped apart, piece by piece.
So this was why he had kept her away from her parents’ villa. Not to protect her feelings. Not to spare her pain. But to hide his other life inside it.
“Stop,” she whispered.
But she couldn’t.
Her hands moved on their own as she opened older footage. Tears blurred her vision as quiet sobs shook her chest. The truth played out cruelly on the screen. Gabriel and the woman were everywhere—claiming spaces that once belonged to her family.
On the sofa where Victoria used to lie beside her mother.
In her mother’s favorite room.
Sitting on her father’s golden chair, laughing like it was theirs.
Even on the balcony where her parents once watched the sunset together.
Her wedding photo was still on the wall.
Untouched, and laughing at her.
Their betrayal had stained every corner of the house.
Victoria covered her mouth as tears streamed down her face. Then the pain twisted into something bitter, and she let out a broken laugh.
How stupid she had been.
She has been tricked by everyone, and loved by no one.
She wiped her tears slowly. Her hands were steady now—steadier than they had been in years. The hope she had held onto—the transplant, the marriage, the man she trusted—fell apart completely.
She picked up her phone and dialed a number she hadn’t called in a long time.
“Aunt Mary,” she said when the call connected. Her voice was calm, almost empty. “I’ve changed my mind.”
There was a pause.
“Gabriel’s love was a lie,” Victoria went on. “And what I thought would save me was just another trick.”
If no one loved her, she would stop begging to be loved.
It was time.
Time to face her husband and end it all.
Victoria stared at the screen until her vision blurred.
So this was where her life had gone.
Her kidney, her marriage, and her future.
All quietly given away.Gabriel felt trapped.
Not by walls.
Not by chains.
But by two ghosts.
One was his past — Victoria, standing strong, ready to drag him to court and tear down the image he had built for years.
The other was inside his own house — the truth about Daniel.
He did not know which battle to fight first.
The divorce?
Or the child?
Every morning he woke up with the same thought:
If Daniel is not my son… then who is?
And why won’t Prisca tell me?
Sandra’s DNA results came in on a quiet Wednesday afternoon.
Gabriel opened the email in his office.
His hands were steady.
He already suspected the answer.
But he needed proof.
He needed something that still belonged to him.
The document loaded slowly.
He scanned the lines quickly.
Probability of paternity: 99.99%.
Sandra was his.
His shoulders dropped slightly.
He didn’t even realize how much tension he was carrying until that moment.
Sandra was his daughter.
There was no mistake.
No doubt.
But the relief did not last.
Because just below that relief was the heavier question.
Daniel.
If Sandra was his…
Then Daniel wasn’t.
And that meant the betrayal wasn’t confusion.
It wasn’t timing.
It wasn’t a mistake.
It was real.
And deliberate.
Gabriel closed his laptop slowly.
He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling.
“I need to know,” he whispered.
Not because he wanted to push Daniel away.
Not because he loved him less.
But because if someone else could claim him—
He needed to be ready.
Prisca noticed the change in him.
He was quieter now, more watchful and less emotional.
It scared her more than shouting would have.
That evening, they sat at the dining table again.
Daniel was telling a story about school.
Sandra was laughing loudly.
Gabriel watched Daniel carefully.
The boy’s smile.
The way he held his spoon.
The way he frowned when he was thinking.
For years, he had seen himself in those habits.
Now he questioned every detail.
Was it imagination?
Or just love?
After dinner, the children ran off to their room.
Gabriel remained seated.
Prisca began clearing the plates.
“Sit,” he said calmly.
She froze.
His voice was not loud.
But it carried weight.
She sat down slowly.
“We need to finish this conversation,” he said.
“What conversation?” she asked softly.
“Daniel.”
She looked down.
“Gabriel, not now.”
“When?” he asked.
She didn’t answer.
He leaned forward.
“Who is his father?”
Silence.
Prisca’s hands trembled slightly.
“It was before we were serious,” she said quickly.
“That is not what I asked.”
She swallowed.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me.”
“The children are fine. We’re fine. Why dig up old wounds?”
Gabriel’s jaw tightened.
“Because someone else might come digging.”
She looked at him sharply.
“Victoria won’t touch my child.”
“This isn’t about Victoria.”
“Then what is it about?”
His voice dropped.
“It’s about the possibility that a man out there has a right to my son.”
The word my hung in the air.
Prisca shook her head.
“No one is coming for Daniel.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Yes, I do.”
“How?” he demanded.
She hesitated.
And that hesitation said everything.
Gabriel stood up slowly.
“Who is he?”
Prisca stood up too.
“You’re turning this into something it’s not.”
“I’m trying to protect my family.”
“You’re trying to protect your pride!”
The words hit hard.
He stared at her.
“My pride?” he repeated quietly.
“You can’t stand the idea that Daniel might not carry your blood,” she continued, her voice shaking now. “But he carries your love. Isn’t that enough?”
Gabriel looked away for a moment.
When he looked back, his eyes were darker.
“I am not afraid of loving him,” he said. “I am afraid of losing him.”
That stopped her.
Because deep down—
She knew that fear was real.
Two days later, Gabriel met his lawyer regarding Victoria’s divorce.
The office smelled like polished wood and tension.
“She’s serious,” the lawyer said plainly. “Very serious.”
Gabriel nodded.
“I know.”
“She’s asking for a full audit of your finances during the time of her illness.”
Gabriel’s fingers tightened slightly.
“That was years ago.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
The lawyer looked at him carefully.
“If there is anything questionable, tell me now.”
Gabriel remained silent.
The lawyer leaned forward.
“And Gabriel… if there are other personal matters that could surface during the divorce, I need to know.”
Gabriel understood the meaning.
“Like what?” he asked carefully.
“Children,” the lawyer said bluntly.
The room felt heavy.
Gabriel didn’t respond.
The lawyer’s eyes sharpened.
“There’s something else, isn’t there?”
Gabriel stood up.
“Handle the divorce,” he said. “I’ll handle the rest.”
That night, Gabriel searched through old records.
Hospital bills.
Transfer receipts.
Dates.
He compared them.
He counted months.
He traced timelines.
Daniel’s age.
Their separation period.
Victoria’s illness.
Prisca’s arrival.
Something didn’t add up.
The timeline was too tight.
Too exact.
He closed the files slowly.
His mind was racing.
If Daniel was conceived during that brief period when he left prisca to go stay with victoria, then there was only a small window.
Which meant—
The father wasn’t random.
It was someone close.
Someone available.
Someone trusted.
The thought made his stomach twist.
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