Chapter 2- The Betrayal
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"Oh, baby—yes. Don’t stop. Harder!”
Her voice sliced through me like glass dragged across skin.
Sophia.
My assistant.
The woman I trusted to stand beside me, to help me build, to be my second pair of hands in the chaos of my empire.
And she was moaning in my bed.
Under my roof.
With my fiancé buried inside her.
The sound twisted through the walls, tearing into me, until I wasn’t sure if I was still breathing. I pressed myself tighter against the wall, my nails digging crescents into the paint, the cool surface grounding me as my body threatened to give out.
I should have turned around. I should have run. But I couldn’t move.
“Baby, you know we’re good together,” Sophia moaned, her voice syrupy with pleasure, tinged with something ugly and triumphant. “I don’t know why you want to marry that woman.”
That woman.
Me.
Cameron groaned, his voice low, guttural, familiar, but now drenched in betrayal. “She’s just an old woman who needs expensive skincare to maintain her looks…shit…If it weren’t for her money and resources, baby, you’re the one I love. My true love.”
My stomach hollowed out. I staggered against the doorframe. The words landed heavier than any physical blow ever could.
Old woman.
Money.
Resources.
As if five years of my devotion, my love, my loyalty meant nothing.
Sophia laughed, the sound high and breathless, carried on the rhythm of their bodies colliding. “Mmm, Cameron… she’ll never make you feel the way I do. She’ll never worship you like I do.”
A strangled sound rose in my throat. I slapped my hand over my mouth, forcing it down before it could escape. My chest constricted, the weight pressing against my ribs until it hurt to breathe.
I wanted to storm in, to rip the sheets off them, to make them look me in the eyes while they desecrated everything I thought I had. I wanted to scream, to break, to tear the smug smile off Sofia’s face, to smash Cameron’s arrogance into dust.
But my body betrayed me.
I couldn’t move.
I just stood there, frozen in the doorway, listening as they shredded me to pieces with every thrust, every moan, every laugh.
Every insult.
“She thinks she’s perfect,” Cameron sneered between ragged breaths. “Perfect company, perfect home, perfect life. She doesn’t even realize how pathetic she is. You’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted.”
The room spun.
Pathetic.
The man I loved, the man I was about to marry, the man who held my heart in the palm of his hand… was grinding my dignity into the floor.
The sounds grew louder, sharper, the bed creaking under the weight of their betrayal. I backed away slowly, each step like wading through quicksand, my pulse hammering in my ears until it drowned everything else.
My heart wasn’t just breaking.
It was shattering.
By the time I reached the hallway, I felt like a ghost—hollow, numb, emptied out. My legs carried me on autopilot, out of the penthouse, into the elevator.
The doors slid shut, sealing me away from the symphony of betrayal behind me.
That’s when the dam inside me cracked.
The first tear slipped down my cheek, hot and humiliating. Then another. And another. Until I was crumbling silently, my shoulders shaking as the elevator descended.
Five years.
Five f*****g years.
Five years of building a life together, of shared laughter, whispered promises in the dark, of sacrifices I thought were for us. And in one night, one moment, it was reduced to nothing but lies.
By the time I reached the garage and slipped into my car, the dam exploded.
A sob ripped from me, raw and guttural, my chest heaving as I clutched the steering wheel. My forehead pressed against the leather, my tears soaking the rim as my body convulsed with grief.
The pain was unbearable.
It wasn’t just heartbreak. It was betrayal, humiliation, devastation—all tangled into a knot so tight I couldn’t breathe.
His words replayed in my head on a vicious loop.
Old woman. Money. Resources. Pathetic.
I screamed into the silence of the car, my voice hoarse, desperate, the sound bouncing back at me. My fists pounded the steering wheel until my knuckles throbbed.
How could he?
How could he look me in the eye every day, touch me, kiss me, sleep beside me—while loving someone else?
Not just someone else.
Sophia.
The assistant I brought into my world, mentored, trusted. The girl I paid, protected, believed in.
The betrayal doubled, slicing deeper.
I was drowning.
Tears blurred the world outside my windshield into a mess of neon and headlights. My chest hurt so much I thought I might actually die right there.
Five years.
Five years I’ll never get back.
I choked on a sob, whispering his name like it might hurt less if I said it out loud. “Cameron…”
But it didn’t. It made it worse.
Every memory stabbed me. The first time he held my hand. The night he told me he loved me. The plans we made for our future. The ring he slid onto my finger, promising forever.
All lies.
Every single one.
The ache twisted into something darker. Hotter.
Anger.
I lifted my head, swiping the tears from my cheeks with trembling hands. My reflection stared back at me in the rearview mirror—mascara streaked, lips trembling, eyes blazing with a fury I barely recognized.
“Five years,” I whispered, my voice shaking with rage. “Five f*****g years.”
The anger surged, stronger than the grief, a fire spreading through the hollow space inside me until it consumed everything else.
He didn’t just cheat. He mocked me.
He didn’t just lie. He ridiculed me.
As if I was nothing.
As if I hadn’t built him up, supported him, given him everything.
Oh, Cameron.
You think you can destroy me?
You think I’ll fall apart, crawl into a corner, and let you walk away with my dignity in your pocket?
No.
No f*****g way.
My tears dried on my skin, leaving behind salt and resolve. I straightened in my seat, my chest still aching but my heart hardening with every passing second.
I wasn’t weak.
I wasn’t pathetic.
I was Avela Sinclair. I built an empire from nothing, in a world that told me I’d never survive. I carved my name into this city with blood, sweat, and sacrifice.
And he—he dared to underestimate me.
Cameron thought he could betray me, humiliate me, use me.
He had no idea who he was dealing with.
The sobs quieted, replaced by a deadly calm. My hands tightened on the wheel as I whispered into the empty car, the words tasting like steel on my tongue.
“Oh, Cameron… I’m going to make you pay. I’m going to make you f*****g pay.”
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