Semua Bab Love's Double-Cross: Bab 1 - Bab 10

How did I find out? Oh, it wasn't hard. Rummaging through his travel bag, I stumbled upon the evidence: a pack of half-used strawberry-flavored sheaths and, tucked between his shirts, a pair of lace panties. He, my once-devoted husband, who claimed to love me above all else, was sneaking around with another woman. The moment the truth hit me, it felt like the sky caved in.But I didn't let it show. I carried on as if nothing had happened. I even went to see her. She was every bit the temptress: seductive eyes that promised sin, a lithe figure that seemed to dance even when she stood still, and curves designed to ensnare men. Wearing black silk stockings, she could sway to the beat in a bar and leave every man in the room spellbound. Those with even the slightest lapse in self-control might lose themselves completely. So, this was what my cold, prim, and proper husband secretly craved?I always knew women out there wanted him. He was handsome, fit, and a rising star in Oak

The smile at the corner of Trevor's lips faded ever so slightly. "Cassidy, she's my wife," he said, his tone cold and resolute. "You've overstepped." I watched his sharp, chiseled face as he said it, and the irony of it all wasn't lost on me. Ah, how considerate of him to still acknowledge me as his wife. But then again, if I didn't hold even that small place in his heart, my plans wouldn't have a leg to stand on. This fact, inconvenient as it may seem, was one I intended to use to my full advantage. Hearing his stern words, Cassidy quickly shifted gears, her voice turning sugary with a touch of practiced coyness. "Oh, Trevor, you're so fierce it scared me!" she pouted. "Fine, let's just say I misspoke." Then, with a flirtatious lilt, she added, "By the way, Trevor, I learned a new move. Want to try it with me?" Trevor cast her a sideways glance, his lips curving slightly in musement. "Sure," he replied.From the sounds that followed through the video feed, it was clear Ca

However, it wasn't Lance stepping out of the car that arrived, but his wife—an iron-willed woman flanked by a cadre of strapping bodyguards. Her eyes scanned the vicinity like a hawk, and the moment they landed on the cowering figure of Cassidy tucked into the corner, she bellowed like a storm rolling down the hills. "There she is! That little hussy! Get her!" Her voice thundered. "Daring to seduce my husband? Let's see if I don't thrash her within an inch of her life!" Cassidy's eyes darted about like a hunted rabbit. She tried to make a run for it, but her feeble attempts were no match for the burly guards. They caught her with ease, pinning her to the ground. What followed wasn't a fight—it was a rout. Fists and accusations rained down, leaving Cassidy bruised, battered, and thoroughly humiliated. Passersby gathered, casting curious glances, though none stepped forward to intervene. They weren't ignorant of her reputation as the other woman, and pity wasn't in abundance. I

I had once carried a child of mine and Trevor's, but the little one only stayed in my womb for four months before it left us, due to a chromosomal anomaly. I will never forget the pain of that day—of the abortion. The way the child came out, blood-soaked and shattered, was too much to bear, and I couldn't even bring myself to look at it. Trevor seemed to remember the past, his face twisted with pain. "Mia, don't," he said, his voice hoarse, "It was my fault. Believe me, I'll never—never do it again." "Mia, we'll have children again in the future. Just believe in me, okay?" "Look at me, please," he said.My eyes lowered as the tears fell, and this time, they weren't just for show. The painful memories rushed back and pierced my heart anew. His voice, though still soft, carried the weight of anger now, as he struggled to control it. "Mia, did Cassidy tell you this?" "So what if she did? What if she didn't?" I retorted. "Mia, don't worry. I'll make things right."It was

My cup of milk on the table had long since gone cold. I changed into a fresh outfit and instructed the driver to take me to Dusky. I wanted to see if Trevor would go ahead and sleep with her right in front of me. The car glided slowly through the streets, soon arriving at Dusky. The vast space inside was thick with the scent of alcohol and the unmistakable odor of hormones, a place rife with decadence and moral decay. I stood at the door to the private room, watching silently. Cassidy had already discarded the thin veil she'd worn, revealing the black lingerie beneath. She was straddling Bruce, accepting his kisses. Trevor had undone a few buttons on his shirt, his eyes slightly glazed with drunkenness, yet he stared at the two people kissing across from him, his gaze heavy. The kiss ended, and Cassidy slumped in Bruce's arms. The room erupted in laughter. "Well done! Cassidy has accepted her defeat like a sport!" one of the men cheered. "Alright, let's go for the next