Chapter 2 Family Betrayal

(Camilla's POV)

My heart bleeds every time I recall the events I witnessed inside my husband's office. I feel like I'm going crazy trying to imagine what they're currently doing after they had forcefully kicked me out of there. Are they continuing their interrupted betrayal against me?

My mind feels like it's going to explode from thinking about the possible scenarios.

I can't fathom how they could do something so unimaginable to me. I considered them both important in my life, and it never crossed my mind that they could betray and hurt me like this.

If this is a bad dream, I wish I could wake up.

This isn't the married life I dreamed of when I married Lester. This isn't the life he promised me when he faced me at the altar.

Was everything about our marriage a lie?

I absent mindedly opened the door to enter the mansion in a disheveled state. I found my mother-in-law and her friends chatting in the living room. Their eyebrows raised in surprise when they saw my pitiful appearance.

I instinctively held my stomach, feeling a slight pain.

"Where have you been, huh?" my mother-in-law asked sharply. Perhaps she was angry because I disobeyed her strict order to stay at home. I knew she would worry, but I still insisted on doing what I wanted, which was to surprise Lester for our anniversary, but it was all messed up.

Maybe that was God's way of letting me know the betrayal my husband and friend were doing to me.

"Make us some juice. Hurry up!" she ordered, oblivious to the traces of tears on my face. I forced a smile.

I wanted to slap myself for even thinking that my mother-in-law cared about me. Why did I think that Agnes would care about me when all she ever did was order me around like a servant for five years?

She's just like her son, heartless towards me.

"Are you deaf?! I said make us some juice. What are you stalling at? Get moving!" she yelled loudly, shrugging off my tears. She disdainfully avoided looking at me to continue gossiping with her friends.

I glanced at her friends, who seemed deaf and blind to my mother-in-law's rude treatment towards me. I wasn't surprised anymore because I am sure they are just like my snobbish and disdainful mother-in-law. Why else would they be friends if they didn't share the same characters?

"Mom. . ." I called out softly to her, still addressing her as my own mother in spite of what her son did to me. The old woman ignored me. I swallowed my fear and raised my voice to get the attention she had long denied me. "Your son cheated on me!" I blurted out, loud enough for everyone in the living room to hear.

The old woman's eyes widened as she looked at me with a mixture of surprise and anger. Almost bursting with rage, her veins seemed ready to explode from her temples, but I couldn't think of anyone else who could help me change my husband's mind if not her.

I was sure that if she talked to Lester, he would listen to her. I would do anything to fix our marriage, even if I have to beg on my knees.

Agnes embarrassingly excused herself to her concerned friends before hurriedly approaching me and pulling me into the kitchen.

I gasped when she pushed me against the wall that almost led me rolling down to my doom. Holding my breath, I glanced at the stairs leading down to the basement where our pantry was located. I almost fell down the stairs. Luckily, I managed to grab hold in time; otherwise, I and my unborn child would have been endangered.

" Do you really plan to embarrass me in front of my friends, huh? Why didn't you just leave and do what I ordered you to do? Don’t you feel ashamed for what you have done?" she ranted at me.

I can't believe I ’ m hearing all of this from her right now. Shouldn't she be angry at her own son for cheating? Why did she seem to blame me for telling the truth?

She scowled, eyeing my simple attire.

"What will they think when they find out you're my son's wife?! ” she exclaimed, a hint of arrogance in her voice. I clenched my fists.

I just told her that her son did something terrible to me, yet here she is attacking me instead.

Their whole family is fucked up.

“What's wrong with me telling them the truth about your son, Agnes? He cheated on me with my best friend!" I retorted angrily. I wasn’t able to stop myself from speaking out, knowing that I had no one else to help me change my husband's mind but her.

I knew that she wouldn't let my disrespect of her go that easily. Sure enough, her face contorted in disgust at my retort. She was practically seething with anger.

"What did you say. . ." she responded menacingly.

Her eyes narrowed with anger. I struggled to maintain eye contact with her fierce gaze. I wanted to defend myself because I knew I was the victim here, but I felt weak every time I thought about not having anyone on my side.

They're all conspiring against me.

I was sure she wouldn't let me raise my voice and talk back to her like that. This was the first time I had the courage to stand up for myself.

"You're fighting back now, huh? What are you so proud of? That thing inside your belly? Do you think that reason is enough to disrespect me? DO YOU THINK THAT'S ENOUGH REASON FOR YOU TO TALK BACK AT ME?!" she shouted.

I gasped as she grabbed my arm forcefully. She squeezed it tightly, as if she were releasing all her anger on me.

"Y—You ’re hurting me!" I cried out as her grip tightened.

"YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW MY SON WANTS TO DIVORCE YOU? WELL, I HATE IT TO BREAK IT UP TO YOU, BUT I ’M THE ONE WHO INSISTED THAT HE DO SO. AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO COME BACK AND RUIN MY SON'S REPUTATION IN FRONT OF MY FRIENDS!!!" she roared.

S—She knew it all along?

"It ’s only right that my son divorce because all you ’ve ever done is bring misfortune to this family!!" she growled.

The next thing I felt was her pushing me and me slipping down the stairs with my fear instilled eyes staring directly at my merciless mother-in-law.

“ Noooo! ”