Betrayed,I Married the World's Richest Heir

"Lie down and spread your legs." The male doctor's words echoed in my ears. I pulled off my pants and lay down on the exam table, wincing through the pain. My fiancé, Ambrose Langley, was huge, and he had a serious s*x addiction. Last night he'd taken me over and over again without any restraint, and now I was badly torn. I snuck out to see a doctor without telling him. I didn't want him to worry. "What happened here?" A familiar male voice cut through my thoughts. Before I could process it, his fingers slipped inside me. The intrusion felt cold and clinical. A strange man touching me in my most intimate place made me tense up. I clenched involuntarily around his fingers. My face burned hot with embarrassment. "My husband is just... really big..." The words died in my throat. I looked up and froze. Those perfect, chiseled features. Those dark, expressive eyes stared straight into mine. My heart slammed against my ribs. 'Wayne. It is Wayne Mendes!' I thought. We hadn't seen each other since our brutal breakup three years ago. Just thinking about how things ended between us made my chest ache. I never imagined we'd see each other again like this. Before I could even say hello, his fingers were inside me. This wasn't the first time Wayne and I had been intimate. When we were together, we were physically addicted to each other and spent three to four hours in bed every single day. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. We even broke up in bed. But that didn't mean I could accept Wayne as my doctor, especially not for something this intimate. I shoved his hand away and scrambled to pull up my pants. "Sorry, I can't do this." I'd barely gotten my pants halfway up when Wayne grabbed my wrist. His warmth seeped through the latex glove. I froze and looked up at him. His expression was cold, and his eyes reflected my face without a trace of emotion. "Blaire, we're just doctor and patient now. Don't play games with your health. You're badly torn." My lashes trembled. 'Just doctor and patient? What did those three years mean to him?' He looked at me like I was a stranger. I wondered, 'Didn't he feel anything at all?' But I couldn't pretend those years didn't happen. Every time I thought about Wayne, my chest ached. I'd loved him. I couldn't handle seeing him again like this. I pulled my wrist free and ran out. The second the door closed, I heard Wayne's voice, cold and flat. "Blaire, I'm saying this as a friend. A man who hurts you like this isn't worth loving." I stopped for a second and almost asked him who was worth it. But there was no point. I walked away without looking back and didn't notice Wayne's gaze on me, heavy and cold. I made it to the corner and leaned against the wall, trying to pull myself together. The tearing pain between my legs flared sharply, and I decided to try a different hospital. But just as I started to move, I heard a familiar voice. It was my sister, Summer Jones. "The test results came back. I'm pregnant. Babe, should I keep it?" I froze. 'Was Summer pregnant? When did that happen?' I looked toward her voice, and my eyes locked on the scene. My pupils contracted. The man Summer had her arm around was my fiancé, Ambrose! My sister was calling my fiancé "babe." I thought, 'When the hell did they get together?' My chest tightened, and the betrayal cut through me like a knife. I couldn't breathe and bent over, gasping for air. Ambrose didn't notice me at all. He was quiet for a second, then his voice came out firm. "Your health isn't great. Of course you should keep it. Don't worry, Summer. I'll take responsibility." I watched Summer's face light up with joy before it shifted to fake concern. Her voice turned syrupy. "Maybe we shouldn't. Your wedding with Blaire is in three days. I don't want you getting dragged through the mud because of me. I don't want to be some secret mistress." Ambrose's voice turned harsh. "Summer, I'm not making you a mistress. Don't worry. I'll make Blaire call off the engagement." I froze, and my mind raced. 'What's he planning?' I thought. Before I could figure it out, I heard Summer ask, "Won't that hurt you?" Ambrose didn't hesitate. "Blaire is like a corpse in bed. She just lies there no matter what I do. She isn't wild or responsive like you are. I got bored with her a long time ago, and now, even the thought of touching her makes me feel sick." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. 'Sick? He thinks I'm disgusting, but last night he was all over me. f****d me the entire night and left me torn down there, still throbbing with pain right now. So what the hell am I to him? His f**k toy?' The thoughts crashed through my head. I couldn't listen anymore. I wanted to storm out there and confront him, but I froze. 'Then what? Burst in there like some psycho catching him in the act, humiliate myself in front of everyone, and let Wayne find out about this mess? God, that would be pathetic,' I thought bitterly. I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone. I recorded their conversation, every disgusting word. Hearing Ambrose talk about me like that crushed something inside me. I wouldn't marry him even if he begged me now. Just thinking about him and my own sister and whatever the hell they had going on made my stomach turn. I wouldn't let them get away with this. I ended the recording and turned to leave, but then Ambrose called out. "Who's there!" My heart slammed against my ribs. I moved without thinking, trying to get away. Then someone's arm wrapped around my waist. I lost my balance and fell against a solid, warm chest.