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Ex-wife Leaves After Being Betrayed

Ex-wife Leaves After Being Betrayed

Zeaauthor02

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Isabella only wanted to be loved. But after marriage, that love turned into pain-her husband, Arvino, not only neglected her, but openly took the side of his female friend, Naura. The final blow came when Isabella was slapped in front of the very woman who was clearly trying to steal her husband. With her heart shattered, her mother begged her to come home-even going as far as preparing a new man who was said to be more deserving of her. But Isabella had no intention of simply running away. She wanted to make Arvino regret ever taking her for granted. She wanted revenge for the pain he caused.

Chapter 1 I am your wife

"Arvino, why do you keep spending time with your so-called best friend? Why don't you ever care about how I feel?"

Isabella stood in the middle of the living room, her face flushed with the anger she had kept inside for far too long. Her eyes were sharp, locked onto her husband who was sitting on the couch, smiling slightly as he scrolled through his phone.

Arvino slowly lowered the phone. "Here we go again," he muttered, letting out a long sigh. "Isabella, please don't be childish. Naura is a fragile woman. She just lost both of her parents. You don't need to be jealous of her."

His voice was flat, but heavy with irritation. To Arvino, this was just a simple justification. But to Isabella, every word cut like a blade.

"Then what am I to you, Arvino?" Her voice trembled, yet remained firm. "I'm your wife. And yet you keep defending another woman right in front of me."

Arvino stood up. "Because you're overreacting! Naura has been my best friend since we were kids. You know that! I'm just trying to help her through a hard time."

"Then why does helping her mean spending the night at her house?!" Isabella shouted, her eyes burning.

Arvino opened his mouth to respond, but his phone rang. He glanced at the screen, then answered.

"Hello, Naura?"

Isabella held her breath, trying to contain the explosion of anger boiling inside her.

"Arvino... I'm scared being alone at home... Could you... stay over again tonight?" Naura's voice was soft and trembling. "There were strange noises outside... I can't sleep alone."

Isabella stepped closer. "Naura again?" she asked, voice sharp.

Arvino turned quickly, covering the phone's speaker and shooting her a glare, silently telling her to stay quiet. But Isabella refused to back down.

"Answer me now! Are you going to her place again?!" she yelled, her voice full of rage.

"Naura... just a second, okay..." Arvino muted the call and turned to Isabella. "Yes. I'm going. She's scared. I can't just leave her like that."

Isabella let out a bitter laugh. "You're kidding, right? You'd rather sleep at another woman's house than with your own wife?"

Arvino growled. "You're being ridiculous. Stop being so sensitive, Issa!"

"Sensitive?!" Isabella's eyes now shimmered with unshed tears. "I'm your wife, Arvino! I'm alone in this house too. Don't you think I ever feel scared? Don't you think I need my husband by my side?!"

"I said I'm not discussing this anymore!" Arvino snapped. He stormed over to the key rack near the door and grabbed his car keys.

Isabella rushed after him. She grabbed his arm. "If you walk out that door tonight... don't ever come back!"

Arvino froze. His shoulders tensed. He slowly turned to her. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I've been patient enough. I'm not some fool who'll sit quietly while her husband sleeps in another woman's house!" Isabella screamed.

Her voice echoed through their cold, quiet home. Arvino clenched his jaw and yanked his arm free.

"Don't be so dramatic! You think I'm sleeping with Naura?! We're just friends!"

"If you're just friends, then why do you have to stay at her place? Why are you always with her? Why do you defend her like your life depends on it?!" Isabella's voice cracked as she started to sob.

Arvino looked away. "Because she needs me."

Isabella stood in stunned silence, her chest tight with pain. "And what about me? Don't I need you too?"

He didn't respond. He walked out the door, slamming it behind him. Moments later, the sound of his car engine roared and faded into the night.

Isabella collapsed to the floor. Tears poured down her cheeks uncontrollably.

"Why are you always like this, Arvino..." she whispered.

She reached for a couch pillow and hugged it tightly, her gaze fixed on the now-closed door.

---

The night dragged on. The clock struck one in the morning. The house felt hollow-silent, cold, and aching.

Isabella stood by her bedroom window. The thin curtains fluttered in the night breeze. She stared up at the overcast sky, hoping she'd hear the sound of her husband's car returning-but all she heard was silence.

"You really think I don't know what you're doing there, Arvino?" she murmured, barely audible. "Maybe it started as friendship... but now?"

Images of Arvino and Naura in the same house filled her mind. Naura, always playing the sweet girl in front of her husband. Arvino, always protecting, holding, and staying over. Was that really just friendship?

Her fists clenched. Her breath quickened.

"I won't let you keep hurting me like this, Arvino!" she hissed, louder now.

She walked to the mirror, staring at the reflection of her own tired face-the face of a wife who had fought alone in a broken marriage.

With trembling hands, she took off her wedding ring and placed it on the vanity table.

"If you're so determined to make that woman happy..." Isabella's voice was steady now, "...then I'll be the one to walk away from this marriage, Arvino."

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