Betrayal on the Wedding Day

gh to secure my future and my treatment several times over. I had already put the house on the market, and my lawyer infor

produce a legitimate child before the age of thirty-five to inherit the entire estate. If I failed, it would be dispersed among distant relatives I barely knew. It was his way of fighting back against the genetic illness that ha

Selling the house, a major asset tied to our marriage, was the f

ed it would be good to be seen, to project an image of stability. I walked into the ups

alone. Alex Miller was with her, his hand resting possessively on her arm as he whispere

. And I, her husband, was the awkward third wheel

ed. I felt my composure starting to fray. I t

ll. Look

h the restaurant's low hum. It

mixture of annoyance and something that looked like guilt,

er voice flat. "What

thing," I replied, my vo

an me, but he carried himself with an arrogance that made

n Olivia. "I'm just surprised to see

esture of false camaraderie. "Look, E

touch, my skin crawling

ce sharp. She was defending him. Of cours

iling over. "Am I the one having a cozy d

around, noticing the curiou

voice down,

d the truth might g

us. "That's enough.

ed on Olivia. "I want to hear it from you, Oli

said, her voice trembling sl

is it about

e stood up and faced me, her chin held high. T

clear and steady, loud enough for the nearb

emanded, the one thing I couldn't give her. She had taken my greatest vulnerability and weaponized it against me. The shock was so profoun