He Betrayed the Wrong Woman: She Was Never Just a Housewife
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Eleven years of devotion shattered in a single video call, where his Christmas tie bound another woman's wrists. His pleas meant nothing after she unearthed the burner phone—its cruel messages labeling her boring, disposable, a body he endured. He laughed when she left, forcing settlement papers that stripped her bare, calling her nothing without him. She signed nothing. Now she's reclaiming the formidable name that once forged his empire, and he's about to learn exactly who he betrayed.
He Betrayed the Wrong Woman: She Was Never Just a Housewife Summary
Eleven years of devotion shattered in a single video call, where his Christmas tie bound another woman's wrists. His pleas meant nothing after she unearthed the burner phone—its cruel messages labeling her boring, disposable, a body he endured. He laughed when she left, forcing settlement papers that stripped her bare, calling her nothing without him. She signed nothing. Now she's reclaiming the formidable name that once forged his empire, and he's about to learn exactly who he betrayed.
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He Betrayed the Wrong Woman: She Was Never Just a Housewife Chapter 1
"Want to shove your cock down my throat tonight?"
The voice slithered through the dark hallway, anchoring my bare feet to the hardwood floor.
"Hear how fucking wet I am?" the woman continued. "If your miserable wife knew how hard your dick is right now, would she cry and beg you to come back?"
I pressed my spine against the wall. My fingers turned to ice.
"Even if she begged, I love fucking you more, you dirty slut."
Ethan. My husband.
"Tell me what else you want to do to me," she urged.
"I want to stretch your pussy until you scream," Ethan groaned. "I want to fuck your throat."
"And then?"
"And then I am going to breed you. Right on your kitchen counter."
"Mmm... I am rubbing my clit with that tie you used to bind my wrists at my place last time."
"Keep rubbing," he ordered. "Show me everything."
I crept forward. The glow from the laptop illuminated the living room. Ethan sat on the sofa, his back to me. On the screen, Victoria—his marketing director—had her phone propped up. Her black stockings were shoved down to her knees. Her long fingers worked frantically between her legs, wrapped in a familiar strip of dark red silk.
The Christmas tie. The one I bought him last year. The one he claimed a stray dog snatched off the patio chair a week ago.
I actually believed him.
My stomach churned. The metallic taste of bile rose in my throat. This was the man who kissed my forehead every morning. The man who complained about Victoria being too aggressive in board meetings. The man who told me I was the only woman he ever found attractive.
Now, he was watching another woman masturbate with the gift I gave him.
I took a step back. My hip slammed into the brass fire irons. They clattered against the stone hearth.
Ethan snapped the laptop shut. He whipped around, his face draining of color.
"Bella..." He stood up, knocking his knee against the coffee table. "Why are you awake?"
He adjusted his sweatpants, trying to hide the obvious bulge. He forced a stiff smile.
"I saw it," I said.
His smile vanished.
"You and Victoria. Sexting."
"Bella, it is not what it looks like."
"I heard every fucking word, Ethan."
"I was just watching a video. A pop-up."
"A pop-up that knows your name? A pop-up broadcasting from your marketing director's bedroom?"
He swallowed hard.
"She had the tie I bought you," I said.
"It is just a similar tie. Lots of guys have that pattern."
"She said you used it to bind her wrists at her place last time."
"I do not know why she said that."
"You do not know why?"
"She is crazy, Bella. She has been obsessed with me for months."
"Obsessed with you?"
"Yes! She sends me things. She calls me late at night."
"And you answer."
"I have to. She works for me. It is professional."
"Professional? I just watched her shove her fingers into her pussy while you told her you wanted to ruin her."
"I was trying to get her to stop!"
"By telling her you want to fuck her throat? By calling her a dirty slut?"
"I panicked! I did not know what to say."
"You told her you loved fucking her more than me."
"It was just dirty talk! It meant nothing!"
He crossed the room in two strides and grabbed my arms. He pulled me against his chest. I kept my arms pinned to my sides.
"I am a bastard," he choked out. His voice shook. "I was confused. I swear."
"Confused?"
"She kept bothering me!"
"So you fucked her?"
"No! I swear on my life, I did not touch her."
"She said you bound her wrists at her place."
"She was roleplaying! Making things up to turn me on. I never went to her apartment."
"You told me a dog stole your tie."
"She took it from my office desk. I did not want to tell you and make you paranoid."
"You lied to my face."
"She said I was stressed." He buried his face in my neck. Scalding tears dropped onto my bare shoulder. "She said you did not understand the pressure I am under at the company right now. I really just... I swear, Bella, I only have you in my heart."
He sobbed. His broad shoulders violently shook against me.
"I was wrong," he cried. "I was so fucking wrong. Please do not leave me."
My chest tightened.
"We have so many years together, Bella. Please."
"Eleven years," I whispered.
"Yes! Eleven years. You are my whole life
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