Betrayed by My Husband, Loved by My First Fiancé — Novel

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In the aftermath of betrayal, Elizabeth stands at a crossroads, her heart shattered by the man she once loved. On what should have been their anniversary, she discovers her husband's infidelity in the most humiliating way possible, leaving her reeling and desperate for a way out. With her dreams of motherhood stripped away and her marriage crumbling, she must confront the chilling reality of a man who never truly believed in her and a wife who is about to become a mother in her place.

But as she grapples with her pain, an unexpected offer comes from the shadows of her past. The return of her first fiancé stirs emotions she thought long buried, forcing Elizabeth to question everything she thought she knew about love and loyalty. Can she trust someone again after such deep betrayal? In a world where alliances shift like sand, will she find the strength to reclaim her life and her heart, or will she remain trapped in a cycle of heartbreak?

As secrets unravel and tensions rise, Elizabeth must navigate a web of lies, longing, and the pursuit of a future that might not include the man who shattered her dreams. Will she choose to fight for her happiness, or will the ghosts of her past hold her captive forever?

Betrayed by My Husband, Loved by My First FiancéChapter 1

On our eighth wedding anniversary, my husband, who had been diagnosed with azoospermia, suddenly had morning sickness. Then, the screen showing my photo changed. After that, it began to play 365 private photos of my husband in bed with his assistant.

While I stood there frozen, the assistant calmly took Michael Coldsworth's hand.

"I made a wish at the annual meeting," the assistant, Regina Wilde, said.

"I wish that your husband would help me have a child. Don't worry, ma'am. We're only partners in this. There are no feelings involved."

Michael looked at me with guilt in his eyes.

"Weren’t you hoping for a child too?" he said.

"Now you don’t have to go through the pain of pregnancy."

I slapped both of them on the spot.

Michael watched as his assistant ran off crying, then turned around and tried to comfort me with a soft voice.

The next day, I was attacked. A sack was thrown over my head, I was blindfolded, slapped 99 times and stabbed in the lower abdomen. I was lying there bleeding. During the emergency treatment, I heard Michael's voice through the haze.

"It's fine if Elizabeth's child can’t be saved. Regina’s baby is still safe."