Betrayed by My CEO Husband I Froze His Fortune and Ended His Mistress — Novel

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In a city where ambition and betrayal intertwine, Lorraine Simmons discovers that the man she once adored is not the man she thought he was. After spotting her husband, Roger, sharing intimate moments with a younger woman, her world shatters with each laugh and flirtation they exchange. The heart-wrenching realization that her five-year marriage was merely a façade ignites a fire within her, prompting a fierce reckoning that no one saw coming.

As Lorraine confronts Roger and his mistress, tensions flare, revealing the depths of betrayal and manipulation. With emotions running high, she finds herself at a crossroads between revenge and reclaiming her dignity. Can she navigate the murky waters of love and deceit without losing herself entirely? Or will the fallout from this explosive confrontation push her to make choices she never thought possible?

In a tale where every relationship is tested and loyalty is a rare commodity, Lorraine's journey promises to unravel the complexities of the heart and the fierce strength that comes from betrayal. What happens when the woman scorned decides to fight back? The stakes are high, and the outcome is uncertain, but one thing is clear: Lorraine is just getting started.

Betrayed by My CEO Husband I Froze His Fortune and Ended His MistressChapter 1

I'd just stepped out of a team dinner with my coworkers.

That's when I spotted them—a young couple by the window. The man was carefully peeling shrimp for the woman, his attention wholly devoted to her.

My colleague sighed wistfully. "See, that's what romance looks like."

She nudged me, gesturing toward the pair. "I bet your husband does that for you every night, huh? Peels your shrimp like a gentleman?"

I opened my mouth to explain that Roger Simmons was allergic to shrimp. In five years together, shellfish had never once touched our table.

Then the man turned his head, laughing at something the woman said.

My expression froze. The blood in my veins turned to ice—and then, inexplicably, I laughed.

Roger Simmons. The same Roger Simmons who supposedly couldn't be in the same room as shrimp without breaking into hives. There he was, leaning across the table to bite the half-eaten shrimp right out of her mouth, his face glowing with a happiness I hadn't seen in years.

The woman startled, pushing him away with both hands. She covered her face, flustered.

"People are watching!"

"Have you no shame?!"