Betrayal

Chapter One

My husband’s betrayal was the best and worst thing that ever happened to me.

One day, on my way back from the hospital, I came to surprise my husband with the news that I was three months pregnant but I walked into my his office and received the greatest shock of my life.

“Greg? Chloe? What’s going on here?” Shock and utter disbelief in my voice.

I can’t believe what I was seeing right now. My husband, Greg was kissing my stepsister with her on his lap on the office couch, their clothes strewn around on the floor.

“How could you? Both of you?” I whisper brokenly, tears running down my cheeks.

They both rush to pick up their clothes and become decent.

“Answer me!” I scream out and Chloe jumps up in fear. Greg yells back at me and draws Chloe to himself.

“Stop yelling okay. You know how weak your sister is. Do you want to give her a heart attack?”

I laugh humorlessly. “Oh! So you knew she was my sister when you decided to cheat on me with her right?”

Chloe steps out of Greg’s arms, walks towards me and takes my hands in hers, her lips trembling and a sheen of tears in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Sis, this is all my fault. Greg didn’t do anything wrong. I told him to show me how to kiss someone properly and things got a little out of hand. I really am sorry. It’s just that I couldn’t ask anyone else to teach me. You can hit me if you want, I’ll take my punishment.” She whimpers.

Greg glares at me like he is going to strangle me if I lay a hand on her.

Chloe has always been like this, using her poor health as an excuse to take everything away from me and making me out to be a bad person if I refuse or scold her and now, it seems that my husband isn’t even an exception.

“Enough! You shouldn’t upset your sister like this. She already explained what happened to you, just let it go.” He snaps.

“Besides, isn’t it better if I help her out and teach her so a random stranger doesn’t take advantage of her?” He says it like he was just reaching her how to drive a car.

“Nothing even happened. It was just a kiss. You should be more considerate of your sister.” Greg remarks, an annoyed expression on his face.

I scoff. “It certainly looked like more than that to me and I didn’t know being ‘considerate’ meant letting you kiss my husband at will.” Pinning her with a glare, I wrest my hands away from her hold and brush her away.

“Sis….why are you being so mean to me?” Chloe stumbles backwards and starts crying.

Greg pulls her back into his arms, stroking her hair as he comforts her and glares at me over the top of her head. I ball my palms into fists, my eyes flashing with anger.

“This is unbelievable! How are you even the victim in this situation.” I ask incredulously, pointing in Chloe’s direction. She just sobs harder.

“Drop it, Daphne. We already explained what happened to you.” He frowns at me.

“Really, is that what you’re going to say to me right now? I don’t have a right to be upset because it’s Chloe right? I came here to surprise you and this is what I see?”

I look straight at him and for a brief moment, our eyes connect and I see what looks like regret in them before Chloe’s wailing increases in volume and I see his eyes harden again.

“What are you even doing here?” He snaps.

“I thought I told you to stop coming to the office so often. I can't abide your stalking. Must you have control over everything? This is a workplace for Chrissakes.” He rants off. How has he turned an event that is clearly his fault to something I did wrong?

“Get out. You’re upsetting Chloe too much. Call me next time before coming over. This is an office, not an amusement park where you can just come and go as you please.” She has started to hyperventilate now and Greg starts to fuss over her all over again.

I walk backwards, taking in the scene in front of me before slamming the glass door shut behind me, the sounds of Chloe’s crying still filtering out the door. This is unreal. It feels like a bad dream that I can't wake up from. I need to get out of here.

As I step out of Greg’s office, I see the employees looking at me, their attention focused on me, waiting for something, maybe a reaction from me.

Their faces have different emotions on them, curiosity, pity, worry, anger and even mockery. I straighten my stance and make sure to look at everyone of them in the eye. I will not let them humiliate me, neither will I let them see me cry.

The receptionist gives me a guilty look as I come down the elevator. So that's why she seemed so off earlier when I greeted her.

“Bye Mave,” I try to give the elderly

receptionist a reassuring smile to tell her it's not her fault but I can't manage it. My smile is watery at best.

I keep on walking until I get into the car. After instructing the chauffeur to drive, in the dark silence of the car, I finally let the tears fall freely down my face.