Betrayal

Betrayal from a Loved One Hurts the Most. Sometimes, a traitor isn’t an enemy or someone who harbors resentment toward you, it's the very person you’ve trusted the most.

Tears streamed down Diandra’s face. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Andre, her husband, walked intimately beside Selvia, her best friend. The very person she had confided in, trusted, and cherished had stabbed her in the back.

Pain. A deep, searing pain gripped her chest, as if invisible thorns had pierced through her heart. She clutched her chest, struggling to breathe, the suffocating weight of betrayal pressing down on her like an iron cage.

"Why does it have to be you, Sel?" Diandra whispered through her sobs, hidden behind a cold concrete pillar.

The tears wouldn’t stop. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t suppress the sobs wracking her body. She wanted to confront them, to scream at them for their shameless betrayal. But she couldn’t. Her legs felt weak, her breath came in shallow gasps, and her world was spinning.

With unsteady steps, she turned away, distancing herself from the sight that shattered her soul. She needed to go home. She needed to think. She needed to figure out what to do next.

When she finally arrived home, Diandra collapsed onto the couch and let the tears fall freely. The pain was unbearable. It clawed at her insides, refusing to let go. She wept until she lost track of time, her entire body trembling.

In the midst of her anguish, she suddenly realized something—Richie and Keira were still at her parents' house.

By late afternoon, she called her mother and asked her to send the children home. She lied, saying she had a headache, thankful that her mother didn’t ask too many questions. Soon, the family driver arrived, bringing her little ones back home.

"Mama!" Keira called out excitedly as she ran into her mother’s arms.

"Yes, sweetheart. Did you have fun at Grandpa and Grandma’s house?" Diandra asked, masking her pain with a warm smile.

"It was amazing, Mama! Grandma cooked so many delicious meals!" Keira chirped, her eyes sparkling with joy.

"And you, Richie?" She turned to her son.

"It was great, Mom. Life is always easy when you're with Grandpa and Grandma," Richie teased with a cheeky grin.

Diandra laughed softly, pulling them both into a tight embrace. She couldn't let her children suffer because of their parents' problems. No matter what happened, she had to protect their happiness.

But what should she do now? Should she file for divorce? What would happen to her children if she did?

While Diandra was drowning in pain and uncertainty, her husband was lost in passion, tangled in the sheets with Selvia.

Andre had given Selvia everything—luxury handbags, designer shoes, exquisite jewelry. Whatever she wanted, he provided without hesitation.

"Mas, you should go home soon. Your wife might start looking for you," Selvia teased, running her fingers down his chest.

"Yeah, yeah," Andre replied lazily. "Honestly, I hate going home. If only I could convince Diandra to transfer sixty percent of her family’s company shares to me, I’d dump her in a heartbeat."

"Stop worrying about that. Diandra’s parents are the real problem, not her. She’s just your foolish, forgiving wife. She worships you, Mas. No matter what you do, she’ll forgive you," Selvia smirked.

"And I love taking advantage of that."

"By the way, get ready. In two days, we’re flying to Singapore," Andre said, running a hand through her hair.

"Really? Just the two of us?" Selvia beamed.

"Not entirely a vacation. I have a work meeting, but it'll only take a day. The other two days, we’ll enjoy ourselves."

"As long as I’m with you, I don’t care where we go," Selvia purred, nuzzling against him. "Besides, I want to make love somewhere exciting. We’ve done it in too many boring places already."

Andre chuckled. "Then let’s make the most of it, baby."

"I love you, Mas."

"I love you too."

They held each other close, wrapped in the illusion of happiness, completely unaware that Diandra already knew everything.

Diandra sat in silence, trying to steady her thoughts.

She had been blind, but now she saw everything clearly.

Andre owned twenty percent of the shares in her family’s company. She had loved him, but that love would not blind her anymore. She would not let him walk away so easily.

She had to think carefully. If she filed for divorce now without solid proof, her father might not believe her. No—she needed to play this game wisely.

She would pretend not to know.

She would act as if nothing had changed.

Just as Selvia had deceived her, she would deceive Selvia.

When Andre finally returned home, Diandra greeted him with a soft smile.

There were no more tears—only a cold, calculating heart.

She looked at the man she had once adored, and all she felt was disgust.

A part of her wanted to hurt him, to see him suffer, to make him beg for mercy. But she wasn’t going to let her emotions cloud her judgment. She needed to be smart.

"Di, why are you so quiet? Is something wrong?" Andre asked.

"Nothing, Mas. Just a bit of a headache," she replied smoothly.

"Then you should rest. Don’t overwork yourself."

"I will," she nodded.

"By the way, where were you today?" she asked casually. "I was thinking… maybe we could take the kids shopping together sometime."

"That sounds nice, but work’s been busy. Maybe another time?"

"How about tomorrow night?"

"I have meetings all day," Andre sighed.

"But that’s during the day. We could go in the evening," she pressed.

"You know I don’t like crowded places after work. I’d rather just come home and relax."

"I understand, Mas. You work so hard. But… What kind of meeting takes up the entire day?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Just a project discussion. These things take time, you know."

"Oh… I don’t really understand business stuff," she said with a small laugh.

"You don’t need to. Just be my queen and let me handle everything."

"And you’ll be my king?"

"Exactly," Andre grinned.

"Oh, right. In two days, I’ll be flying to Singapore," he added.

"For what?"

"A meeting with some government officials. Standard business negotiations."

"Can I come?"

Andre hesitated. "It’s better if I go alone, sayang. These officials don’t bring their families along. I’ll only be gone for three days."

Diandra forced a sweet smile. "I understand, Mas."

But inside, she was seething. This was her chance.

She had to gain Andre’s trust, make him believe she was still his oblivious, devoted wife. And once she had all the evidence she needed…

She would strike.

Once her father learned the truth, he would call for an emergency meeting and have Andre removed from the company.

No wealth, no power, no privileges.

If Andre lost everything, would Selvia still want him?

Diandra highly doubted it.

Enjoy your happiness while it lasts.

She looked at Andre, sleeping soundly b

eside her.

Laugh while you can. Soon, all that awaits you is suffering.