When He Loved Another, I Made Him Pay — Novel

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In a world where love is twisted by betrayal, Vivienne finds herself at the mercy of a cruel fate. Her child has been abducted, and time is running out. With a ransom demand that shatters her heart and a husband who refuses to believe in their son's innocence, Vivienne is thrust into a nightmare where desperation fuels her every decision.

As she confronts the woman who has stolen her life and her husband's affection, a shocking betrayal sends her spiraling further into darkness. With her son’s life hanging in the balance, she’s forced to make an impossible choice—one that could cost her everything. Will she risk her own safety and reach out to the man she once abandoned, the man who still holds power over her heart?

Dimitri Ambramov is not just a name from her past; he represents a potential salvation. But can she trust him after all that has happened? As secrets unravel and alliances shift, Vivienne must navigate a treacherous landscape of love, vengeance, and sacrifice. With the clock ticking and danger lurking around every corner, how far will she go to save her son—and what will she lose in the process?

When He Loved Another, I Made Him PayChapter 1

My child was taken. Abducted without mercy. The demand came fast and brutal—one billion dollars, no negotiations. Every second afterward felt like knives sliding through my veins, but panic didn’t stop me. I gathered the money anyway, piece by piece, breath uneven, fingers shaking as I authorized the transfer.

Then the screen refreshed.

Transfer unsuccessful.

At first, I thought it was a system error. A delay. Anything but the truth. Until I found out my account had been locked—deliberately. Frozen by the woman who slept in my husband’s bed. His secretary. His lover.

I barely remember walking into the executive office. My legs were weak, my chest burning, vision blurred by terror.

“Why?” I choked out. “Why would you do this when my son’s life is on the line—”

Marina didn’t flinch. Not even a blink. Calmly, she opened her desk drawer, pulled out two crumpled dollar bills, and flicked them toward me.

“Here,” she said lightly.

The bills drifted down, landing at my feet like a cruel joke.