Betrayed

The morning sunlight streamed through the window mullions, casting gentle rays onto the hotel's large bed, adding a peaceful aura to the sleeping woman. Lydia was awakened by the sound of the phone, slowly opening her eyes to find herself unclothed. Her head still felt heavy with sleep, but her current situation sparked a subconscious sense of fear.

After a series of annoying phone rings, she heard a sexy, husky voice, "Hello? It's me!"

The unfamiliar voice startled Lydia awake from her daze. Memories of her unconscious state flooded back, causing her fair face to instantly drain of color! She seemed to have been drugged yesterday! And apparently ended up in bed with a stranger!

Lydia's expression was filled with uncertainty. She had been celebrating her wedding anniversary with Ron yesterday. How could a sleazy man break in, and that glass of red wine felt suspicious.

A thought kept recurring in Lydia's mind, but she couldn't bring herself to believe it. She took a deep breath, biting her lip, trying to cover her tired eyes with her hand, only to find she had no strength to even raise her hand!

"Got it! I'll be back soon!"

The person in the bathroom seemed to be answering the phone. Though his voice was low and pleasant, it was absolutely unfamiliar to her.

Lydia wanted to cry. She couldn't believe she ended up in bed with a stranger like this! Panic and dread made her bury herself under the covers until the sound of water from the bathroom ceased.

Instinctively, Lydia shrank further under the covers, cautiously peeking out through the gap between the sheets.

A tall man wrapped in a towel emerged from the bathroom. His physique was perfect, broad shoulders tapering down to a slim waist covered loosely with a white towel. Even his abdominal muscles and perfect V-line were clearly visible.

Was this the man she had a one-night stand with yesterday? Lydia inexplicably felt somewhat relieved, suddenly curious about his face.

As her gaze shifted upward, she saw a head of jet-black, tousled hair still dripping water, the droplets tracing down his bronzed skin, causing her cheeks to flush and her heart to race. Yet, a white towel covered his head, conveniently concealing his face, revealing only a pair of sensual lips and a sharply defined jawline.

Then, the man turned to dress himself. He seemed to be in a hurry, quickly getting dressed and walking to the door. As he opened it, his gaze casually glanced towards the head of the bed, but Lydia had already retreated back under the covers.

Lambert emerged from the presidential suite, where a Maybach had been waiting at the hotel entrance for some time. He got into the car, realizing he had forgotten something, but the matter on the phone was more pressing.

Furrowing his brow, he gave a faint command, "Go!"

After confirming the man had left, Lydia, with a pale face, managed to crawl out of bed. Her legs almost gave way beneath her before she could even get off the bed.

Lydia forced a bitter smile, enduring the soreness all over her body as she made her way to the bathroom. The faint scent of soap lingering in the bathroom somewhat eased her emotions, and she splashed her face, gazing at her reflection in the mirror.

On her fair skin were the faint traces of bruises, her lips swollen and even split, her delicate face still showing traces of satisfaction and exhaustion after lovemaking, her large eyes shimmering with tears.

This appearance, anyone could tell what had happened to her yesterday, couldn't they?

Lydia's face turned ashen in an instant. She had to go back! After such an incident, she had to get things straight! Yesterday, when she needed Ron the most, where was he? What exactly happened?

As dumb as she felt, she realized something was terribly wrong, and a sense of dread washed over her, making her tremble with fear.

But, no matter how scared she was, she wanted to know the truth!

The clothes from yesterday were already unwearable, but luckily, Lydia found a set of relatively conservative women's pajamas in the wardrobe of the presidential suite. She gritted her teeth and put on the pajamas. Then, ignoring the curious glances of others, she hurriedly fled the hotel.

Because of her peculiar appearance, many taxis refused to take her, thinking she was mentally unstable. Eventually, she met a female driver who, after her earnest pleading, allowed her into the car.

Lydia returned home with a complex mood. Everything that happened last night made it difficult for her to speak. How was she going to explain?

But more than anything else, she wanted to know why Ron didn't come back yesterday? How did that disgusting pervert get in?

As she approached closer to her front door, Lydia became increasingly hesitant and fearful. The exhaustion on her pale face couldn't be concealed, attracting curious glances from passersby.

Reluctant as she was to face it, Lydia had to muster the courage to walk up to the front door. Just as she was about to ring the doorbell, she noticed the door was ajar, and there were sounds coming from inside.

"Ron, you're fantastic ......"

"You slut, let's see if I don't fu*k you to death!"

"That's not going to happen ...... If I die, who's going to give you babies ......"

The ambiguous gasps mingled with moans louder than the other, anyone could tell how intense it was inside!

Lydia felt her blood run cold, her scalp tingling. The voices inside the room were unmistakably her husband Ron's and her half-sister Maggie's.

Anger almost robbed Lydia of her reason. She trembled, wanting to push open the door, but then she heard the people inside mentioning her name.

As if by some strange compulsion, Lydia withdrew her hand, wanting to eavesdrop on what they were saying. But soon she realized, she'd rather not hear this conversation, one that would only bring pain and despair.

"Ron, that bitch Lydia still hasn't come back. Looks like our plan worked!" Maggie's tone was smug.

Ron was equally pleased, "How could it fail when I took matters into my own hands? Don't forget, that silly woman always obeys me. She even accepted our sexless marriage."

Lydia's weak and compliant nature, easy to control without her parents' support, was a significant factor. He genuinely despised women who were submissive like that.

Maggie scoffed, "Are you having second thoughts? Don't forget, if that bitch finds out you married her just for her grandfather's fortune, do you think she'll still treat you nicely?"

"Maggie, are you jealous? After all these years together, do you still not trust me? God bless me, even though I married her, I haven't touched her! It's all for you!"

Maggie laughed delightedly, "I know you wouldn't dare betray me! I'm not that bitch Lydia!"

"Yes, yes, how could you compare to that stupid Lydia? I just showed her a little kindness yesterday, and she obediently drank the drugged wine. I wonder if Louis was satisfied with her performance last night? It's crucial for a big deal."

"I don’t know her, but I'm completely satisfied!" Maggie's giggles continued.

One sentence after another in their conversation felt like being sentenced to death, with each word cutting into Lydia's heart. Her flesh felt sliced and sliced again, the wounds almost numbing her, leaving her mind blank.

When Lydia finally came to her senses, the two people in the room had begun another round of intimacy. Maggie's moans and Ron's grunts made her stomach churn, nauseating her.

They had been married for a whole year, during which Ron had never touched her, always saying the time wasn't right, always promising her the best. And she, foolishly, had believed it all.

But, it turned out to be nothing but a joke in the end!

Her sincerely treated husband turned out to be nothing more than a scammer after her wealth! He had been colluding with Maggie behind her back all along!

Listening to their conversation, it was clear that everything from the beginning was a massive conspiracy!

The drugged wine, that disgusting middle-aged man, how repulsive!

After immense grief, Lydia felt nothing but boundless anger. She couldn't understand, why was all this happening?

Was money really so important? Important enough to erase humanity and family ties?

So, Lydia pushed open the door with all her strength. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hands trembling, her already pale face now ashen.

Lydia felt like her world had collapsed overnight!

The supposedly happy marriage in the eyes of others had suddenly turned so ugly and disgusting, that man she had sincerely given her heart to, stripped of his civility, revealing the heart of a beast inside!

"Ron!"

Divorce

"Ron!"

Lydia gnashed her teeth as she uttered the name. Compared to Maggie, who always liked to compete with her for things, Ron's betrayal cut her even deeper!

Lydia's sudden appearance momentarily stunned the two people on the sofa who were engaging in their daytime debauchery. However, being shameless people by nature, they merely paused briefly when Lydia opened the door, quickly returning to their calm demeanor.

Maggie leisurely dismounted from Ron's body, even giving Lydia a disdainful glance, before walking naturally into their bedroom to change clothes.

Seeing Maggie's familiar appearance shattered the last trace of hope in Lydia's heart. She was indeed foolish! Maggie was so familiar with this place, indicating she had been here more than once! She even seemed more like the host of this house than Lydia herself!

Ron showed no intention of avoiding the situation. He casually lit a cigarette, reclining on the sofa, exhaling smoke clouds, and spoke with extreme disdain, "What's wrong with you? Don't you know how to knock when you come in?"

Lydia was stunned, tears of anger welling up in her eyes. Did she need their permission to come into her own house? How shameless could these two people be!

"Why? I've been loyal to you, tried my best to be a good wife, why would you treat me like this?" Lydia stared fixedly into Ron's eyes. Once, she had loved those warm and tender eyes, always filled with ripples, irresistibly captivating. But now she realized, what swirled in those eyes was not warmth, but conspiracy.

Ron sneered, his refined face softening a bit, his usually gentle eyes now filled with disdain and mockery. "Lydia, to say you're stupid, you truly are! You heard what was said just now, what else is there to explain?"

Lydia's eyes also turned red as she raised her voice, "I just want a reason! A reason why you betrayed me! You were the one who pursued me first, you promised me a lifetime of happiness, but now? You colluded with Maggie to frame me!"

Ron calmly looked at Lydia, whose emotions were on the verge of collapse, his eyes showing no emotion. He nonchalantly blew a smoke ring, extinguishing the cigarette in the ashtray. "Betrayal? Huh! I don't think so."

At this moment, Maggie emerged from inside, dressed in the clothes Lydia immediately recognized as the set Ron had specifically gifted her on her birthday. At the time, she had wondered why the size seemed off, but since it was the first gift Ron had ever given her, she had said nothing and carefully stored it in the closet.

Now, it was clear that the clothes were not meant for her. They were clearly Maggie's size!

Maggie gave Ron a dissatisfied look. "What's with all this pointless talk with her?"

Lydia's mind was already in chaos, staggering backward two steps.

Maggie stepped forward aggressively. "Lydia, since you're so eager to know the so-called truth, I'll tell you straight. Ron and I have known each other long before you. We've been together for almost five years!"

Lydia's legs gave out, and she fell to the ground, realizing it was indeed true!

She felt so much hatred, so much resentment!

"In that case, why did Ron actively pursue me?" She wanted to hear the truth, no matter how ugly it was!

"Who do you think you are? Some celestial being worthy of Ron's pursuit? If it wasn't for your family's inheritance, I wouldn't even bother with you!"

Lydia felt waves of darkness enveloping her vision. She bit her lip hard, the pain from her tongue helping her regain some semblance of rationality. Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging deeply into her palms, yet she seemed not to feel the pain at all.

She wanted to listen! She wanted to understand everything clearly! She wanted to unravel the causes and consequences of this situation, to remember who owed her and who betrayed her! From now on, she, Lydia, would completely cut ties with these despicable people!

With things having reached this point, Lydia had completely calmed down. She had understood everything now. It turned out that what they valued was just the assets left behind by her grandfather.

Slowly rising from the ground, tears already streaming down her face, Lydia's heart was dead, her tears unable to flow anymore. She felt like all the blood in her body had congealed, her heart colder than ice. Trembling, she looked at Ron in despair. "You never loved me, did you?"

"Lydia, stop this nonsense! Do you think asking such questions now is meaningful?" Ron didn't answer; instead, Maggie took over. But Lydia stubbornly kept staring at Ron, as if she wouldn't relent until he answered!

Ron's face darkened slightly, a hint of impatience creeping in. "Are you deaf? Or is your brain filled with shit? We've already made things so clear, yet you still ask if I ever loved you. Ridiculous! Just seeing you makes me nauseous, how could I ever love you?"

Boom!

Lydia felt the last glimmer of hope in her heart shatter. Her eyes swollen with tears, she unexpectedly calmed down when facing this man, with whom she had spent more than three hundred days and nights. "Let's get divorced."

"Divorced?!"

"Since you and Maggie love each other, let's get divorced. I'll make way for you two!"

"Lydia, you're too naive! Want a divorce? No way!"

Lydia was confused, her mind blank. What did this mean?

A trace of disdain flashed in Ron's eyes as he exchanged a glance with Maggie. He chuckled first, then Maggie went into the room and brought out a few sheets of paper, tossing them in front of Lydia.

"If you want a divorce, sign this first!"

Originally thinking it was a divorce agreement, Lydia, upon seeing the contents, felt her blood boil and her vision darken. This was not a divorce agreement at all; it was a property transfer list. The agreement stated that Lydia voluntarily transferred all the inheritance to her husband Ron to compensate for the emotional damage caused by her infidelity.

This was their plan!

Lydia's heart ached with anger. How could they be so shameless!

With a trembling hand holding the agreement, she said, "You two are the most despicable pair of scoundrels I've ever seen!"

Maggie sneered at her, sitting arrogantly on the sofa opposite her, crossing her legs and trimming her nails nonchalantly. "Don't forget to sign it when you're done cursing."

Lydia, furious, felt her head throb. She bit her tongue hard, the taste of blood and pain helping her calm down a bit. With a few quick movements, she tore up the agreement and threw it in Maggie's face.

"Dream on! That inheritance was left to me by my grandfather, and has nothing to do with you two! I'll definitely divorce you, but you won't get a penny!"

After saying this, Lydia turned and left, feeling nauseous about everything in that place.

Maggie stomped her feet in anger, pouting as she said to Ron, "Ron, look, she's so mean to me!"

"Don't worry, she can't escape from us!"

Ron pulled Maggie into his arms, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

As Lydia left the villa, she realized she had nowhere to go! Standing sorrowfully on the bustling street, amidst the throng of people, she felt abandoned by the world overnight. She had no home, no purity, and even the love she once believed in turned out to be a sham!

She bitterly smiled, unable to hold back her tears!

The immense blow left her physically and emotionally exhausted. Suddenly, her head throbbed, her vision blurred, and she collapsed unconscious on the busy street.

Kidnapped

Lydia was awakened by hunger. She hadn't eaten or drunk anything for a day and a night, and her stomach had been rumbling for a while.

She slowly opened her eyes, finding the surroundings dim. As she adjusted to the light, she realized she was in what seemed to be a warehouse.

Some sunlight filtered in through the skylight, providing just enough warmth to keep Lydia from feeling too cold.

Where was she? She remembered being on the street, with the sound of waves faintly echoing in her ears. Could this be a warehouse near the beach?

The door suddenly swung open, and the glaring light made Lydia shield her face with her hand. As she adjusted to the brightness, she couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"Awake, are you? How do you feel? Surprised to see us?" Maggie's face carried a mocking smile, ridiculing Lydia's naivety and foolishness. Why didn't she just sign the agreement? Instead, she had to make things so complicated, only to end up in their hands anyway?

Ron stood next to Maggie, his gaze cold and unfamiliar to Lydia, making her feel like she was facing a venomous snake.

"Did you kidnap me?" Lydia asked.

Maggie clicked her tongue twice. "Darling sister, don't be so harsh! How could this be a kidnapping? We simply wanted to invite you back for a nice chat. Besides, we rescued you from the busy street. Otherwise, wouldn't you have been run over by passing cars?"

Lydia stared at them, eyes wide. "What do you want? I won't give you my grandfather's inheritance!"

"Lydia! I don't think you've realized your situation yet. Do you think you have a choice?" Ron sneered and took out an agreement. "Sign it obediently; it's beneficial for both you and us."

Filled with grief and anger, Lydia spat at Ron, "You beast! Bastard! This is illegal! I'll call the police and have you arrested!"

"Haha, that's if you can get out first. At this point, do you think you can leave if you don't sign this agreement?" Ron's mocking smile irritated Lydia's nerves. She clenched her fists, her mind unexpectedly clear.

She surveyed the warehouse, considering her escape options. With her hands and feet weak, even if she wanted to run, she didn't have the strength.

Lydia suddenly quieted down, surprising Maggie and Ron.

After a moment of silence, Lydia spoke again, "Fine, bring me some food first. I'm hungry now, too weak to sign anything!"

Maggie frowned. "Don't try to play tricks!"

"What? Can't you even fulfill such a small request? Or are you afraid that if I eat, I'll escape?" Lydia knew in her heart that whether she signed or not, she would die. These despicable people wouldn't let her go!

She hated it! Hated the injustice of fate! Hated herself for being so blind, falling for such a heartless man! And hated the cruelty of these scoundrels!

She couldn't die; she had to live. She had to get revenge! She would make sure these scoundrels had no place to bury themselves!

"You're not capable of that!" Ron sneered and signaled Maggie to prepare some food for Lydia. Maggie grumbled but went out anyway. After a while, she brought Lydia a bowl of noodles and a bowl of water.

Hungry, Lydia ate quickly without saying much. When she finished the noodles, she poured the water onto the ground, "The water's cold! I want hot water!"

Ron signaled to Maggie, and she reluctantly went out again. When she returned, she brought Lydia a bowl of hot water, steaming gently.

Gritting her teeth, Lydia stepped forward and grabbed the hot water from Maggie's hand, then swiftly threw it at Ron's face.

Caught off guard, Ron was scalded by the boiling water, which also broke the skin on his scalp as the bowl shattered on his head. Blood mixed with water dripped down his face, making him look somewhat miserable.

"Ahh!"

Ron cried out in pain, and Maggie rushed forward to check on him. Seizing the opportunity, Lydia dashed for the door.

"Don't worry about me! That bit*h has run away!"

Ron, his face twisted in pain, covered the wound on his head with one hand and hurriedly chased after Lydia, with Maggie following closely behind.