Betrayed By My Husband, Loved By A Tycoon

Chapter 8

Word Count: 552 | Released on: 09/05/2026

heart attack. She did not even feel the slightest discomfort. She sat upright o

oses worth at least three hundred dollars. She wore a beige Max Mara coat, h

y‑sweet, dripping with sympathy. "I came

eside her on the bed. "Kaelynn, dear. Come sit. You're

er eyes grow moist and bright, just as she had practic

guilty. If only I hadn't gone to the St. Regis

tance's eyes sharpened. "W

her. I know it's wrong. I know I should have said no. But I love him, Mrs. Jimenez. I've loved him for ye

r a long moment, Kaelynn th

nstance

has been a thorn in my side ever since Brendon proposed. A professor's dau

rk Post. If Christen Craft wants a war, we'll give her one

was a gentle, grate

Upper West Side, composing a text message. Her hand

agreed. She's going

came withi

rce Brendon to sign

he knew by heart but had never saved. A number that paid her r

"What if he

e recording of you asking me for

hospital. She looked at her own reflection in the dark window. She thought of Christen, her friend, w

m sorry. But I

messages. Then she poured herself a glas

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Betrayed By My Husband, Loved By A Tycoon

L. FITZGERALD Romance

“For three years, I played the perfect, docile wife to Brendon Jimenez, desperate for the real family I never had as an orphan. But during a charity gala, I peeked through a cracked door and caught him sleeping with my best friend. When I packed my cheap canvas bag to leave the penthouse, my mother-in-law blocked the door. She dumped my clothes on the marble floor, called me a stray dog, and slapped me so hard my mouth bled. Brendon just stood there, watching his mother humiliate me. To keep me trapped as his perfect public prop, he even faked his mother's heart attack in a VIP hospital suite. "Get on your knees. Kneel down right now and beg my mother for forgiveness until she decides to accept it." I gave them my youth and unconditional loyalty, only to realize this prestigious old-money family was nothing but a rotting corpse built on dirty secrets. I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't drop to my knees. Instead, I pulled out my phone right in front of him and called my lawyer. "File for an at-fault divorce. I have proof of his infidelity with Kaelynn Hudson. I want him ruined." Then, I touched the matte black card hidden deep in my clutch. It belonged to Kile Barrett, the ruthless billionaire shark my husband feared most, and I was going to use him to tear the Jimenez family apart.”