Betrayed Hearts

Chapter 1 In January, the city was still cold, with a hint of freezing in the air. Beatrice stepped out of the mall, tightly wrapping herself in a white coat, revealing only her indescribably beautiful face. Carrying the items she had just purchased, she gracefully entered a private car. She glanced at the items beside her, her face radiating joy. “Miss, everyone is truly fortunate to have you as a bride!” The elderly driver beamed. “Uncle Christoff!” Beatrice softly exclaimed, her cheeks flushing. Her delicate fingers brushed against the fabric of a black sweater inside a shopping bag. Her heart overflowed with happiness. The wedding date was set for the end of January, an auspicious day that meant she would be marrying him in just three days. As the wedding day approached, she and her best friend went shopping, selecting items tailored to his preferences. Lost in her thoughts, the elderly driver parked the car in front of a small villa and courteously opened the car door for Beatrice. She gathered her belongings and walked briskly toward the villa. Upon reaching the room’s door, Beatrice blew warm breath into her palms and pushed the door open. Inside, two people were intertwined in an amorous embrace, their entangled bodies illuminated by their passion. A passionate moan reached Beatrice ears. The person on the bed appeared to sense the door being pushed open, and the intense movement came to an abrupt halt. In her eyes, the man who was supposed to be her perfect future husband gazed at her with a lustful look, as if he had just awakened. However, that lust was not meant for her. Beneath him lay another beautiful woman. Clearly dissatisfied, she made an effort to pull the man down. But upon spotting Beatrice standing at the door, she hurriedly reached for a nearby quilt to cover herself. “Cousin!” A weak voice, in stark contrast to the earlier excitement, quivered. “Beatrice…” The man anxiously grabbed his clothes from the bedside and covered his lower body. He stood in front of Beatrice and reached out to pull her, but she skillfully evaded his grasp. Beatrice good upbringing allowed her to regain her composure quickly. She stepped back and made her way to the living room. Five minutes later, the two individuals who had recently been unclothed were now fully dressed and seated across from Beatrice. “Cousin, I will end my relationship with David!” It was Beatrice cousin, Margarette, who was a month younger than her. Beatrice ignored Margarette and continued to focus on David, who kept his head lowered in silence. Seeing that Beatrice remained unmoved, Margarette decided to kneel on the ground, placing her hand on her lower abdomen with a pained expression. “I won’t keep this child… It won’t affect your marriage! Please don’t blame David!” Upon hearing this, David lifted his head to look at Beatrice. The man who had once professed endless love to her now appeared broken. Beatrice couldn’t believe that the man who had treated her so lovingly, who had publicly declared, “Beatrice, I want to marry you in this lifetime! I love only you!” had been involved with her cousin and had fathered a child. “I have no interest in second-hand goods,” Beatrice remarked softly, laced with bitterness. Her heart ached. “Beatrice!” David stared at her in disbelief. He couldn’t fathom that this gentle and refined woman would utter such heartless words. “I’ve always valued faithfulness in love. Since you’ve betrayed our love, it’s over,” Beatrice declared resolutely. “But our wedding is just three days away!” David pleaded. Beatrice laughed coldly. “Are you asking me to pretend that what happened between you two doesn’t exist? Should we both be your wives?” After speaking, she turned her gaze to Margarette. Margarette met her eyes, but the vulnerability from earlier had transformed into a brooding look. Ignoring Margarette almost hostile gaze, Beatrice shifted her attention to the silent David. Memories of their past flashed through Beatrice mind. Compared to today’s David, she felt a numbing pain. “Bestrice!” David approached, attempting to hold Bestrice hand. She stood up and turned away. From behind, Margarette took David hand and led him into another room. “David, let her calm down first.” Bestrice took each step slowly, her footsteps feeling unsteady and somewhat embarrassed. Every tree and blade of grass here had been carefully chosen by her, fearing that any imperfection would mar their marriage. Yet, she knew she would never return to this place. Despite the cold winter weather, Bestrice felt no chill at this moment. She walked out of the villa gate. Two sedans approached from opposite directions. A loud crash echoed… However, in the heated and ambiguous room, the man’s earlier despondency transformed, and he returned to the crimson wedding bed.