BETRAYED BY MY HUSBAND NOW HIS TWIN WANTS ME

Chapter 3

Vivian's POV

I walked into the house and went straight to the bedroom. The image of Frank and Mary together was a corrosive acid, burning through my composure. We had shared such an intense, consuming love; I never, not once, imagined it would unravel into this cruel mess.

I remembered the night he took my virginity. We made sacred promises. He swore he would never hurt me. I can still quote his exact words: "I will be the best husband to you and the best dad to our unborn kids." He made me feel safe. I was proud I had saved myself for a man who felt so perfect.

People used to envy us. What changed? I racked my brain. I couldn't recall a single wrong thing I’d done. He simply went cold.

“Mom… you look tired. Are you okay?”

I rushed straight to the bed. Bella, sitting with her tablet, looked up. I crushed her in a passionate hug, and the carefully guarded dam of tears burst. I wept, clutching her, the hot, shaky sobs I’d been hiding since the confrontation finally pouring out. Bella was my only anchor, my source of happiness.

“Mom, you’re crying. What’s the problem?” Bella's voice was sharp with concern.

“I’m fine, baby. Mommy is fine,” I managed, furiously wiping away the moisture.

“We need to leave here now. Start getting your things ready,” I continued, my voice tight.

“Pack my things? Mom, what’s going on? You’re scaring me,” she pleaded, her face crumpling with pity.

“I’ll explain everything once we are out of here. Just do exactly as I say for now,” I said, trying to infuse my voice with a false calm.

As I yanked clothes off hangers and shoved them into a suitcase, my mind was a sick swirl. I couldn't escape the thought of them together. The mental image made my stomach churn a deep, visceral sickness. Instead of trying to salvage our marriage, he was chasing cheap p***y. Such a disgusting prick of a husband. Or should I say ex-husband?

I felt utterly adrift. I had sacrificed so much for that bastard. When I finished university and got a fantastic job offer, he insisted I turn it down. He said he didn't need me to contribute; he would ensure I never lacked anything. At the time, it felt deeply romantic.

And, to be fair, he did take care of me. He pampered me and gave me everything I desired. I never even had to ask, he knew what I wanted, right down to the brand and type of sanitary pad I preferred.

In the early years, he was obsessed with me. He'd playfully spank my butt every time I walked past or try to cup my breast. We would run around the house, me laughing, him trying to pin me down. There was never a day we didn’t have s*x. Now, he barely looked at me.

The mere mention of intimacy made him scowl, as if I had suggested something repulsive.

That was when the signs started, condom wrappers in his suits, faint lipstick stains on his shirt collars. That’s when my suspicions hardened into certainty.

I finally zipped the last suitcase, dragging the heavy luggage into the hallway. Bella walked close beside me, her face a portrait of confusion and deep sadness. As I made a noise maneuvering the bag toward the stairs, Debby, the housekeeper, appeared.

Debby was a kindness in this house, reminding me so much of my own mother. She was still on her uniform, her hair sleekly pulled back into a tight bun.

“Ma’am?” she asked, her gaze flicking nervously from the suitcase to Bella and back to me. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Yes, Debby. I’m leaving this godforsaken house and this sham called marriage.”

Debby quickly glanced at Bella, silently signaling that my daughter was standing right there.

“I’m truly sorry, Ma’am,” she said, disappointment etched into her features. “I knew this was coming, but I didn’t think it would be so soon.”

“Did you know about the cheating?” I challenged her.

“No, I didn’t. But I saw how he was treating you. I saw you two constantly arguing. I had truly hoped you could both resolve it,” she answered.

“Well, this is the resolution. We are finally getting a divorce. I’ll contact the lawyer first thing tomorrow morning,” I stated, gripping the handle of the suitcase.

“Mom, I don’t want to go. Let’s wait for Dad to return, please,” Bella pleaded, clinging to my leg.

“Bella, please…..”

The front door slammed open, the noise cutting my sentence short.

“What the hell is happening here, and where are you taking my daughter?” Frank’s voice was a violent thunderclap.

“We are leaving, Frank. And I am taking my daughter with me,” I shot back.

“Debby!” Frank roared.

“Sir.”

“Take Bella upstairs.”

He fixed his gaze on me. “Look, woman. I don’t care what you do with your life or where the f**k you want to go, but don’t drag my daughter into your mess.”

“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, Frank? You are so stupid and shameless! You f****d my best friend, and instead of being remorseful, you stand here spilling trash!”

The slap hit me before I could process the movement. It was fast, a blinding force, and the next thing I knew, the world tilted, and I was sprawled on the floor.

“Don’t you dare speak to me in that manner, you low-life b***h!” he spat, pointing a menacing finger at my face. “If not for me, you wouldn’t be where you are today. I picked you from the gutter, polished you up, and made you the woman you are! You think you can survive out there without me? You must be dreaming! You’ll come crawling back begging me, and by then your replacement will be here waiting. Bella stays with me, so f**k off!”

He walked past my crumpled figure, delivering a sharp kick to my suitcase as he went. Debby rushed over instantly to help me up.

“I’m truly sorry, Ma’am,” she murmured, lifting my suitcase and practically ushering me toward the front door.

She called a taxi for me. Inside the cab, I couldn't stop the tremors. My brain felt like it was spinning, threatening collapse.

Everything bad that could happen had converged on this one day. But the thought of leaving my child with that monster and his mistress terrified me most of all.