A Betrayal Between My Husband And My Sister
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Evelyn's betrayal of her own sister ends up revealing a shocking truth.
Evelyn is pregnant with David's child-David, who is Steffy's husband, and Steffy is Evelyn's older sister. Confident that she will become the heir to the Willson family fortune, Evelyn secretly conducts a DNA test on Steffy and Hendri Willson.
But is the result of that DNA test truly valid? And what truth will ultimately come to light-one so shocking that it leaves everyone stunned?
A Betrayal Between My Husband And My Sister Chapter 1
"So, when are you going to leave that woman? What are you still waiting for? Steffy can't even get pregnant. And she's not even a biological daughter of the Willson family!"
The voice was loud and confident, pushing David to finally abandon Steffy-the wife he had been married to for five years.
"Just be patient a little longer. I'm only waiting for the right time to tell your sister," David replied, trying to coax Evelyn, who was none other than Steffy's own sister.
"But I'm already pregnant! I don't want to carry this child alone!"
Those words struck like lightning-hitting Steffy, who had been standing behind the slightly open door all along.
She had come to surprise David.
Instead, she was the one who was shocked, overhearing the conversation between her husband and her own sister.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm the father of your baby. You won't be alone. I'll divorce Steffy... tonight."
The door burst open as Steffy pushed it wide.
"Why wait until tonight? You can divorce me right now!" she said, struggling to hold back her tears.
She hid something behind her back.
"Oh, good. You finally found out on your own. That saves David the trouble of finding the right moment to divorce you," Evelyn said casually, flipping her hair as she sipped her coffee.
David froze in place, his face turning pale. Evelyn, on the other hand, looked completely calm-throwing a smug smile at her sister as if victory was already hers.
"I don't believe this..." Steffy's voice trembled. "You... my own sister. Evelyn, why would you do this to me?"
Evelyn crossed her legs arrogantly. "Because you're nothing in this family, Stef. And you know what? Not even a drop of Willson blood runs through your veins."
"What do you mean, Evelyn? Why am I not part of the Willson family?" Steffy was struck again by words that shattered her even further.
Evelyn pulled a sheet of paper from her bag.
"Read it. That's proof that you're not their biological daughter."
She handed Steffy the document-the DNA test result she had secretly arranged.
Steffy's hands trembled as she read it.
"You thought marrying David would secure your position? You were so wrong."
David tried to step closer. "Stef... just listen, this is all-"
"Silence!" Steffy snapped, stepping back, her eyes filled with tears. "Five years, David! Five years I stood by your side-even when my parents opposed us. I stayed because I believed we could build a family. I believed you truly loved me."
Evelyn let out a mocking laugh. "How amusing. You couldn't even give him a child."
Steffy shot her a sharp look. "And you think you're better than me just because you're pregnant?"
Evelyn stood up, placing her cup on the table with a loud clink. "More than that. I'm the true Willson heir. The child I'm carrying will be the future of this family. And David will stand beside me as its head."
David said nothing. His gaze flickered briefly to Evelyn's stomach, then to Steffy's tear-filled eyes. He was uneasy-but he still chose silence.
"Answer me, David," Steffy pleaded softly. "Why... why my own sister? Am I really that unworthy to you?"
David lowered his head, his voice barely audible. "I... I just wanted to be part of the Willson family, Stef. You're not their biological daughter... but Evelyn..."
SLAP!
A sharp slap landed across David's face. Steffy trembled with emotion.
She took a shaky breath after striking him. Her hand was still trembling-not only from anger, but from the way her heart had completely shattered.
"Maybe I'm not a biological daughter of the Willson family," Steffy said, her voice trembling yet firm. "But I have dignity. And you... both of you... have trampled all over it."
David held his cheek, unable to meet her eyes. Meanwhile, Evelyn stood there with a satisfied expression.
"Good. At least you're aware of your place," Evelyn said coldly. "Then you know you should leave."
Steffy glared at the woman she had always called her sister. "You think you've won? You think carrying his child means you get everything?"
Evelyn lifted her chin proudly. "Of course. Because I have two things you don't. First, I'm a Willson. And second... I'm pregnant."
"Evelyn... what do you mean by that?"
A woman's voice suddenly cut through the tension-she had been listening all along.
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A Betrayal Between My Husband And My Sister of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.2
Ten years as childhood friends and three as husband and wife ended in her husband's betrayal, and her brothers' indifference. Diagnosed with mid-stage stomach cancer, Roselyn saw the truth of her life.
She walked away from everything, rising from an overlooked office worker to a leading figure in the tech world.
She outplayed her husband into signing divorce papers. When they met again, he begged, "I was wrong... take me back. I'd give you my stomach if I could."
Her once arrogant brothers pleaded too, but she felt nothing. After all, love that arrived too late meant nothing to her now-she simply didn't care anymore.
As they stood desperate, a man stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms. "Why waste time on them? Look at me instead."
8.4
To keep her grandmother on life support, Aracely was blackmailed into taking Evelyn's place in the pitch-black bedroom of the ruthless billionaire, Brennen Levine.
After that night, Evelyn tossed a hideous silicone scar at her feet, forcing Aracely to glue it to her face and work as a bottom-tier maid in his estate so he would never recognize her.
Brennen, suffering from chronic insomnia, was completely addicted to the sweet gardenia scent of the woman from the dark. But when he saw the "disfigured" Aracely scrubbing floors, he was physically repulsed, publicly humiliating her and calling her a monster.
Meanwhile, Evelyn paraded around as his soon-to-be wife. Terrified of her lies unraveling, Evelyn constantly abused Aracely, throwing scalding coffee at her face and threatening to pull the plug on her grandmother if Aracely didn't sneak back into Brennen's room to act as his human sleeping pill.
Aracely endured the suffocating fake scar, the insults, and the freezing servant quarters. She ground her teeth, swallowing the bitter injustice just to keep her only family alive, wondering when this torturous hell would ever end.
But Evelyn's malice knew no bounds. When Evelyn raised her hand to strike again, threatening to rip off the very disguise she forced Aracely to wear, something inside Aracely finally snapped.
"Do not push me."
Aracely locked her hand around Evelyn's wrist in a bone-crushing grip, completely unaware that Brennen was watching from the balcony above, his dark eyes narrowing as a dangerous realization hit him.
8.6
"What do you think people would say if they found out you don't have a dick?" Christian asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction. His hand pressed firmly against my crotch, fingers exploring the flat, unfamiliar emptiness there. A devilish smirk curved his lips. "Or if they discovered these voluptuous breasts you've been hiding so well?"
A strangled moan slipped from my throat as his hand slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Which do you think they'd call you?" he murmured, eyes gleaming. "A boy with tits... or a dickless little fraud?"
I stared into his hungry blue eyes, words failing me.
"The term you're looking for is 'girl,'" came Xavier's smooth voice from the bathroom doorway. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze raking over me with open interest. "So tell me, little girl... what the hell is someone like you doing in an all-boys dorm?"
Christian's smirk widened. "She wants to be devoured by boys like us." His fingers gave my nipple one last firm pinch before he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear. "And I'll be more than happy to give her a taste."
7.6
After an exhausting fourteen-hour flight, Katia returned to her Upper East Side penthouse, expecting the quiet comfort of the life she had built.
Instead, she found a pair of familiar red stilettos in the foyer and her fiancé, Caleb, tangled in their bedsheets with his twenty-two-year-old assistant.
She didn't scream or cry. She simply took off her three-carat engagement ring, threw it at his bare chest, and demanded he buy out her half of the penthouse by Friday.
Seeking to numb the sickening disgust, she got blackout drunk and crashed at a luxury hotel, accidentally stumbling into the wrong suite.
Thinking the imposing man inside was a high-end escort hired by her friend, she threw him over her shoulder and spent a wild night with him.
The next morning, she left five thousand dollars on his nightstand with a lipstick-stained note.
"Good Job."
For six years, she had funded Caleb's dreams and built his startup from the ground up, only to be treated like a lifeless ATM.
With ruthless precision, she spent the next two months systematically bankrupting his company, cutting off his venture capital, and erasing his life's work.
She felt no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating need to cleanse herself of his betrayal.
But when Katia finally returned to corporate headquarters to co-lead a massive merger, she literally crashed into the new Vice President.
Strong arms caught her waist, and the sharp scent of cedarwood and whiskey hit her like a freight train.
"You came back," Jackson whispered, his eyes burning as he stared at the woman who had treated him like a cheap gigolo.
9.3
On her wedding night at The Plaza Hotel, Clara went looking for her husband.
Instead, she found him in the dimly lit parking garage, passionately pinning down her bridesmaid.
She couldn't even scream or expose them. Just hours before the ceremony, Julian had tricked her into signing away her twenty percent shares of their co-founded company, leaving her completely penniless and unable to pay her grandmother's life-saving medical bills.
Fleeing in absolute despair, a sudden hotel blackout plunged her into a second nightmare. She was dragged into a pitch-black room and brutally violated by a heavily drugged stranger.
When a shattered Clara returned to the office to audit the books and reclaim her power, Julian demoted her to a dusty desk by the trash cans.
He flaunted his mistress in the executive suite and deliberately sent Clara into a horrifying trap. He arranged for vicious clients to drug and assault her, demanding high-definition blackmail photos so he could divorce her with absolutely nothing.
"Since you want to play rough, you can service Mr. Petrocelli tonight," the thug sneered, locking the VIP room door.
Clara was pushed to the brink of hell. Why was the man she devoted three years of her life to trying to destroy her so completely? And why did the freezing cedarwood scent of the stranger who ruined her in the dark perfectly match Conrad Vance, the ruthless CEO and Julian's untouchable uncle?
Rather than let Julian win, Clara smashed a glass bottle, held the jagged edge to her own throat to force the men back, and threw herself off the second-floor balcony into the freezing night.
But the bone-crushing impact never came. A massive figure shot out from the shadows and caught her, and her brutal counterattack finally began.
9.0
I died alone in the medical wing giving birth to our son.
"Tell her to calm down and stop the theatrics."
Those were the last words my mate, the Alpha, said about me while I bled out.
Instead of passing on, my soul was tethered to the packhouse. I was forced to watch my best friend Seraphina seamlessly step into my life, taking my baby and my husband before my body was even cold.
To secure her place, she planted my blood-soaked birthing blanket in the woods to frame me for faking my own kidnapping.
Ryker swallowed her lies completely. He refused to send a search party, telling the entire pack my disappearance was just a pathetic plea for attention and money.
As a helpless ghost, I watched Seraphina brainwash my one-year-old son into calling her his mother and teach him to joyfully trample my beloved garden.
"Bad mommy ran away. Don't love Kaelen."
Hearing my own child parrot those venomous words was a dagger to my soul.
Whenever anyone questioned my absence, Ryker fiercely defended her, dismissing the desperate warnings of my loyal friends and his own elders.
The man I loved and died for treated my memory like a malicious joke, grateful for an excuse to replace me while living with my murderer.
But when Seraphina's mask finally slipped, and the horrifying truth of my death crashed down on him, it was far too late.
Seeing him crumble in agonizing regret brought me no comfort.
I no longer wanted his love or his desperate apologies.
Now, I only wanted his absolute ruin.
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