Betrayed on Our Wedding Night

The Woman In His Bed My billionaire husband had been sleeping with my blood biological sister even while our wedding guests were celebrating downstairs. The sound from Vanessa clinging and moaning Damien’s name shattered something inside Serena Vale before she could even get hold of and open the bedroom door. Music drives faintly from the ballroom everywhere below. Champagne glasses clinked. Laughter echoed,smiled and happiness filled the room. Their wedding reception was still ongoing. But upstairs, in the master suite of the Ashford penthouse, Serena’s marriage had already died. Her fingers became stiff around the silver tray in her hands. Damien liked tea after business meetings. Even on their wedding night, the ruthless CEO of Ashford Global had left her alone downstairs to “take an important call.”that led to having an affair with her own sister, She should have known this earlier, but sadly it was too late,to turn the hands of the clock. She ought to have heard the whispers of the guests. The unwelcome looks. The pity. But she should have seen the disappearance of her sister Vanessa as well. Yet another moaning, banging came out of the partially opened door. “Damien…” Serena could finally stopped breathing. A low man voice chuckle up. Deep. Cold. Dangerously familiar. “No one’s ever coming upstairs now ,not at this moment,” Damien murmured lazily. “Death is what they wish for, if they only wanted it.” Serena's tray fell out of her hands. The porcelain broke all over the floor of the marble. Silence erupted instantly. Then the door of the bedroom opened slowly. Damien Ashford was there in his white dress shirt, open as a sheet, revealing the hard sculpted chest and chestcaves Serena had been secretly dying for and lusting over for over two years. All over his neck were lipstick stains. Scratches were all over his skin, red. All of them were not hers who belonged to none. In her husband's gray eyes her face was found. No guilt. No shame. Only irritation. Vanessa was sitting on the bed, half naked, with one pale leg stretched out over the other, behind him, wearing half of Serena's silk bridal robe. The wedding night robe that Serena had made for herself and her Damien. Her tummy got twisted in such a way. Vanessa laughed first. “Well,” she said in a light manner. “This is awkward.” Serena glared at her sister with a dismay and anger. This was the woman that she had always protected. The girl she raised just after her mother and father's death. More than her own sister the one that she trusted. And now she was in Serena’s matrimonial bed with Serena’s husband. The pain felt unreal and unbelievable. Damien leaned one shoulder against the doorway casually upstairs any scenario, completely not moved by the destruction in Serena’s eyes. “You’re causing a scene,” he said coldly. Serena couldn't believe her ears but actually laughed. A small broken sound after she finds her voice. “A scene?” Her voice trembled. “You’re sleeping with my own sister even on our wedding night.” Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Oh please. Spare us the dramatic wife act.” Serena looked at Damien desperately. Tell me this isn’t real or tell me this is true ,or tell me am dreaming. Tell me you’re drunk. Tell me I mattered. But Damien only adjusted his trousers and bulge calmly. “You weren’t supposed to find this out tonight.” The words hit harder than the cheating itself on serena. Serena’s chest became tightened and painfully. “Tonight?” she whispered. “Wow! How long has this been happening?” Vanessa smiled cruelly,and wickedly “Almost a year, or so” Serena’s knees nearly left out. A year!. An entire year!!. While Serena defended him. Loved him. Waited for him, Cherish him among other men. Damien watched her quietly, his expression unreadable,and unbelievable. And somehow that hurt even more. No guilt. No remorse. Nothing. Vanessa rose from the bed and took a walked toward them slowly. “She was always temporary anyway,” Vanessa said casually. “You married her for the company shares. We both know that.” Serena turned toward Damien sharply. Her heart hurt painfully inside her chest. “Tell me she’s lying.” Damien’s silence destroyed,and render her wretched. Serena's eyes reddened in no time. Two years. Two years, petting a man for two years, but not for the same reason.Two years, using a man for two years, but not for the same reason. She recalled all of the solitary nights. All the years of solitary existence. Every cold kiss. Each time she would pray to herself to be patient, for one day would Damien love her again, come back to her. How stupid and foolish had she been to believe that. How humiliatingly stupid. “You promised me this marriage would become real, and just for you and I” Serena whispered shakily. Damien's jaw tightened a bit. “That was before things changed, said Damien's.” The solution cut off at the sore spot. Vanessa came around to Damien from behind and wrapped her arms around him in an affectionate manner. It was a close embrace. Natural. As if she were fit for that place. But Damien allowed her to touch him. Serena suddenly realized something horrifying, and terrible. Damien had never seen her like he did with Vanessa. Never with heat. Never with hunger. Never with weakness. But right now? Damien's gaze, even side by side with another woman, was still deadly, not even slightly loving or affectionate towards her. Vanessa saw it as well. Her face went from light to dark. “Get out of here,” Vanessa snapped at Serena. “You are spoiling our night.” Our night. Serena's breathing started to get heavier and faster. There was a sharp twist in her stomach once more. The nausea. The dizziness. For the past week, her body had felt strange. Sensitive. Emotional. Late. Her fingers moved to her stomach as she instinctively touched it. She was going to tell Damien tonight. After the reception. After the dancing. Following what seemed a long-awaited marriage. There was a small bitter smile on her face. Pathetic. Damien was able to sense the movement as soon as he did. A slight frown crossed his face. What's the matter with you? There was a little concern in his voice. Barely there. Yet, Serena couldn't not notice it, and hated herself for it. For reacting to it. She had been blessed with loving him so much, it did not affect how she used her scraps of attention. Vanessa moved towards Damien's direction immediately, as if she felt threatened. She was clearly attempting to win sympathy, “She's was obviously trying to gain sympathy.” Both of them stood in front of Serena. To his beloved man. At the sister she trusted at. Face to face with her. Scoffing her at every opportunity. A coldness finally took hold in her heart. Not heartbreak. Not weakness. Something darker. Something dangerous. Slowly, Serena raised her eyes to Damien. “You’ll regret this.”she finally said . Vanessa laughed openly. “You? But what can you do?” Serena's face was before Damien's eyes. Intense. Sharp. Almost searching. For a strange moment, it felt like there was a lot of tension between them, it was really uncomfortable. Because despite everything… Damien still looked a bit affected by her tears. And Serena despised him about it. He must have looked awful in the photo, naked as he was standing, with his lips painted with another woman's lipstick, hated him even now. Disliked how her body still responds to and still craves him. Despised her hatred for him and her love for him for her part. Damien came out of nowhere. Too close. The fragrance of high-end perfume and booze envelops her at once. You're emotional, he whispered. Don't say what you aren't prepared to do. With her heart splitting in half, Serena gazed up at him. “Wow! Was there ever a time that you did love me? Silence. A dangerous silence. Then, Damien replied quietly. “Hmm, No.” The single word buried her,even been alive and Strong. Serena physically backed up as if in a slap. Such a change in Damien's expression occurred at once, however. Just slightly. Almost like regret. It was as if he didn't want to cause her pain. But not enough to keep on stopping. Increasingly, it was his little contradiction that made him more dangerous. Even more addictive. She took his arm in her hands and held it tightly. “Damien.” He turned a blind eye to her. His eyes never left Serena. Heavy. Burning. Unsettling. Next, Serena's phone rang. The loud sound broke the silence in one instant. Unknown number. Her shaking hands replied quickly. “Hello?” A man's voice came out in a frenzy from the speaker. “Thank God, miss Vale, your father's private jet…” S. Cools down in front of her. “What about it?” The man hesitated. Then “Thirty minutes ago it blew up.”