All Chapters of The Betrayed Wife’s Vengeance : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

NAOMI’S POVAt twenty-six, I had stopped believing in fairytales a long time ago.I didn’t need grand gestures or sweeping romance. I didn’t need passion that took off in flames and then faded fast.What I needed was stability. A quiet home. A husband who came home at a reasonable hour and a life I could actually count on.For the past few months, I had finally started to believe I had that life again.James had changed. After a year of cold distance, late nights at the office, and excuses I forced myself to believe, he was suddenly present. He came home at six. He asked about my day. He kissed my forehead before bed. I didn’t question it because I was too grateful.“Happy anniversary, baby,” James said, pressing a kiss to my cheek as he slid out of bed.I smiled, still half-asleep, my heart felt warm. Three years. We had made it three years.“I’ll be home early tonight,” he promised, buttoning his shirt. “We’ll go somewhere nice. Just the two of us.”“I’d like that,” I whispered.He

NAOMI’S POVI stood outside my father’s house for a long moment before I finally walked up to the door.My hand was still shaking as I raised it to knock, but before I could, the door swung open.My father, Adams Williams, stood there, his face was twisted with rage. Behind him, I could see my stepmother, Mary, pacing in the living room with her phone pressed to her ear.“Dad—”Smack!His palm connected with my cheek.My head snapped to the side. The sting of the slap cause heat to move across my skin. I tasted blood in my mouth. I stood there frozen, my hand slowly rising to touch my stinging face.Three years of marriage. Three years of giving that man everything I had.And this was what I got in return.If not for James’s adultery, my father wouldn’t have slapped me.I looked up at him, my eyes reddened with anger and hurt.“You wretch!” my father roared. “You knew very well that it was your sister, yet you still called the cops on her? Are you trying to disgrace this family?!”I s

NAOMI'S POVHe was sitting a few stools away from me.He was tall, with dark hair and a well chiseled jawline. His grey eyes locked onto mine without looking away, it felt like he could see straight through the mess I was right now.There was something intense about the way he looked at me. It didn't feel like pity or curiosity. It felt different, like he could read my thoughts and knew exactly what I had been looking for.I didn’t look away.The whiskey made bolder, and more fierce. I felt less like the heart broken woman crying in pain and more like a fierce goddess waiting to be served.He stood up slowly and walked over. His movements were confident. He stopped right beside my stool.“You look like you’re trying to drown your sorrows,” he said. His voice was deep and smooth, with a hint of command that made my stomach do a back flip.I let out a bitter laugh. “Trying is the right word.”He tilted his head slightly. “Bad day?”“Bad life,” I muttered, then shook my head. “But it doe