Love After The Betrayal

Chapter 4

Word Count: 767 | Released on: 01/07/2025

ain. His back throbbed with a deep, searing pain. He tried to sit up

iller. You have some severe bruisin

ere?" he asked,

uffing his pillow. "She was very worried. She sta

reacherous spark of hope flickered within him, a hope he immediately tri

tting in the chair by his bed. The evening light cast long shadows in the room

ake," she

as the movement pulled a

d a bowl of warm porridge in her hands. "Th

ted. This was a level of care, of tenderness, he had never received from her. It felt

ould smell her perfume, see the small flecks of gold in her brown eyes. For a few minutes, he

he asked, her voice barely a whisper

child," Ethan said, his voice flat.

htly. She looked down at h

would rather be beaten to death than see you used a

line of his jaw. "You're a fool, Ethan Miller.

, he told himself. This is a trick. This is a mirage. She's only b

le peace. Her body tensed instantly. She snatched it up.

petulant. "You said you'd be here. My wound i

ced by an expression of deep concern. "I'm sorr

us entirely on the phone. "I'm

Liam's voice

dn't see that Ethan was trying to sit up to get a glass of water from the nig

eways. He cried out as his head slammed hard against the metal be

iam, don't worry," she cooed into the phone as she w

way. She was gone. She hadn't even noticed he was hurt. She had pushed h

ing weight of that final, brutal realization that pull

, he knew, as the darkness envelop

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“Tomorrow was supposed to be my divorce day, marking the end of a three-year contract marriage to Olivia Hayes, the woman I hopelessly loved. But tonight, walking into Liam Peterson' s lavish penthouse, I found myself facing the man who' d effortlessly stolen my life, and the woman I called my wife. I' d just signed away my rights to her, believing it was for her well-being, only to be told by Liam that my entire marriage was a sham, a mere placeholder until he returned. He bragged about how Olivia despised my touch, how every thoughtful gesture she made-from the white roses to redecorating my office-was secretly a homage to him. Each revelation was a calculated strike, exposing me as the ultimate fool. The world tilted as I stumbled out, the image of Olivia' s social media post-her hand intertwined with his, declaring "Finally back where I belong. #truelove #reunited"-searing into my soul. I was nothing to her, less than nothing. But later, when Olivia' s grandfather beat me savagely for defending her honor, and I saw her obliviously texting Liam outside, something inside me snapped. The pain, the humiliation, the years of one-sided devotion-it all coalesced into a cold, hard resolve. I would no longer be a ghost in my own life. I would leave, taking what was left of my shattered heart, and build a new life for myself, without Olivia Hayes. Then, she called, frantic that Liam was cold. She demanded I give him the cashmere coat I bought as a symbol of my own hard-won success. The old me would have handed it over, but that man was dead. I' d give her the coat, but it would be the very last thing I ever gave her.”