The Triumph Of My Cheating Husband

By Star Prince

What turned out to be a joke from him was forcing me to sign the divorce papers. I refused to sign until I knew why, he became cold, aloof me a lot and paid no attention to me anymore. 8 months ago, I signed a contract marriage with one of the richest billionaires in town. Not until I saw him shamelessly romancing with his ex-girlfriend, they were happy together, so I concluded inside of me, I signed the divorce papers and flee into the dark night alongside with a miracle.
Pregnancy! 3 years later, I returned to the city as a successful businesswoman alongside my son I kept away from the world. My mission is to revenge.World turns in my favor when his company became bankrupt and needed shareholders. My miracle has come, I'll anonymously reap him off everything he ever cherished. What happens when our parts crossed, and he founds out I had a child with him."Come back home WIFEY, you left with my heart." I heard his screeching faint voice begged me.BUT, will I ever forgive him for cheating on me?

• Language: English
• Publisher: supernovel
• Release date: Dec 20, 2023

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Chapter 101

Despite the early hour, the small chapel was beginning to fill up with people —and the air that was starting to tense up wasn't welcoming or cheerful.

Groups of people stood huddled together in hushed conversations, their breath visible in the chilly air. In the front row, a woman sat alone, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs —it was aunt Elsie.

A few rows back, two men sat with their heads bowed, their faces etched with sorrow. As more people filed in, the chapel became crowded and stifling.

The air was heavy with the scents of flowers and grief. Soon, a lady clad in a black lengthy gown and a black hat to fit strutted through the marbled floors of the chapel, joining aunt Elsie —her face was clouded in pains and maybe guilt.

At the front of the chapel, a casket rested on a simple stand, flanked by two vases filled with white lilies. The scene was eerie in its stillness, despite the heavy weight of sadness.

As the appointed time drew near, the murmurs in the crowd died down, leaving only the sound of shuffling feet and quiet sobbing —leaving the atmosphere more unbearable.

Then, slowly, the doors at the back of the chapel opened and a procession of mourners entered —they were a group of three people. They were dressed in black suits just as some other people in the chapel too and their faces were solemn, their gazes fixated on the floor.

At the head of the group was a man in his early sixties, his back straight and his eyes cold. He walked to the front of the chapel and paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the gathered mourners.

The chapel suddenly became as silent as a graveyard, even the sobbing that filled the air seized, as every member around focused their attention on the man.

The man at the casket turned to face the crowd, his eyes red and his jaw set. For a long moment, he just stood there, looking out at the sea of unfamiliar faces —most present were members of the chapel itself, and he could barely recognize up to five among them.

Then, in a surprisingly steady voice, he began to speak.

It's such sad news to have lost someone like him. He began, his steady voice was starting to quiver, already at the edge of crackling, but he managed to control his emotion. No one would have thought we will lose Kent this way after struggling with his health for a couple of months.

He paused his lips for a while, heaving in the heavy breath that was starting to choke him as he speaks. —just when he was at the edge of recovering, we lost him forever to the cold hands of death. He crackled, finally giving in to his emotion he's been trying to fight for a couple of seconds.

More than thirty years of friendship abruptly coming to an end without us getting to bade one another goodbye —how cruel death is!

The old man took his time to discuss the man who had been lost, Kent, recounting stories of their shared experiences and the bond they had forged over the years. His words were like a knife in the hearts of those gathered, a reminder of the person who was no longer with them.

Aunt Elsie had remained seated throughout the entire service, her face hidden behind a veil of tears. Ciara was trying her best to console her, but aunt Elsie turned out to be inconsolable as her tears kept gushing out freely.

But now, aunt Elsie rose to her feet and walked slowly to join her husband’s body that was laid in the coffin —soon to be put to rest. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her veil and looked out at the sea of faces staring back at her.

And then she opened her mouth to speak, clearly off her throat lightly. It's a big loss to lose my husband, Kent, after the years we've spent together looking out for each other. She started and paused for a while to wipe her tears with the handkerchief with her. I never would have thought he would leave me so soon, abandoning me to face the world alone…

Aunt Elsie's speech continued for quite a while, pausing at an interval to clean her tear filled face —and heaving out a deep and heavy sigh too…

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Aunt Elsie stood at the edge of the grave, her feet sinking into the soft earth beneath her, her breath ragged, streaks of dried tears on her pale face —her eye was bloodshot red and her lids puffy.

She clutched a handful of dirt in her fist, watching as the coffin was lowered into the ground. As the first shovelful of dirt hit the wood, Aunt Elsie turned to Ciara.

I can’t believe he is really gone… she crackled, her voice shaking and her lips too, they were quivering as she speaks. It doesn’t seem real, Kent can't be gone —he can't leave me.

Ciara was suddenly swallowed with guilt, seeing her aunt in such a miserable state —even when she knows he deserves whatever thing that happen to him; she still didn't understand where the feeling of guilt was coming from. She wrapped his arm around her aunt's shoulders, and they turned away from the grave.

As they walked back to the car, aunt Elsie realized it was truly her husband being laid down back there.

As they drove away from the cemetery, aunt Elise could still hear the sound of the shovels, like an echo that refused to fade. The world felt different now, somehow hollow and empty without her beloved husband.

She turned to Ciara, but she didn't meet her gaze. Instead, Ciara's kept her eyes fixated on the road ahead, his jaw clenched tight. Aunt Elise sighed, knowing that they were both lost in their thoughts. There was no easy way to process what had happened, no easy way to move on…

Chapter 102

Ciara and Herzl were both sitting in the large sitting room, both of them were engrossed in the late evening show they were both watching.

The soft door on the oak door snapped them out of their world back to reality as they both turned their heads towards the door.

I'll go get the door, mom… Herzl volunteered and made to get up, but Ciara's reflex kicked in as she quickly grabbed him by his wrist, pinning him back on the couch.

What's going on, mom? Why didn't you want me to answer the door? Herzl asked, a puzzled look on his face.

I… I have a bad feeling about this… Ciara said, her eyes darting between the door and her son —she did not understand why she was having that kind of feeling all of a sudden.

A bad feeling? What do you mean? Herzl asked, trying to make sense of what his mother was saying.

Just then, the knock came up again, this time more insistently. The two of them looked at each other, their faces pale with fear —why would anyone knock on the door instead of ringing the doorbell? For a moment, Ciara forgot the house was secured and only those with the gate's passcode can get through to the door.

Ciara gestured towards Herzl not to move an inch from the couch he's sitting on. Stay put, son. She told him cautiously. I'll go get the door, myself.

Herzl shook his head in disapproval. Did you not say you are having an eerie feeling about it? He asked his mother, rhetorically. Let me…

I told you to stay put, Herzl. She snapped at him, cutting him off abruptly. Why don't you ever listen to me?

Herzl bowed his head, avoiding his mother's gaze. He was left with no choice than to do as ordered, she did not want him near the door, he should abide by it.

Ciara went to open the door and realized it was her brother, Dwayne. She breathed out in relief, holding on to her chest.

Dwayne! She exclaimed, a smile spreading across her face. You scared me half to death! I thought you were… She trailed off, not wanting to voice her fears.

Sorry to spook you, sis. Dwayne said, giving her a tight hug. I didn't mean to make you worry.

What are you doing here, anyway? Ciara asked, ushering him into the living room.

Dwayne glanced at her, his warm facial expression turning stern all of a sudden. What's that for…? He asked her.

What do you mean? Ciara's brows were creased at her brother's question.

Why would you make my heart race a million times a minute, leaving me worried, little sister? I have to… Dwayne was interrupted by the suddenly clinging he felt at his knees.

He stared down and realized it was Herzl and immediately, his stern look softened —he was wearing a wide and gentle smile.

Uncle Dwayne! Herzl exclaimed, clutching Dwayne's leg. It's been a while!

Dwayne laughed, bending over to lift the boy in his arms. It certainly has, Herzl. You are growing so big, I can barely carry you like this.

Ciara watched the two of them fondly, a loving smile on her face. You are quite the charmer, Herzl. She said, affectionately. Dwayne hasn't been home in months, yet you are getting all the attention.

It's not my fault I'm adorable! Herzl said, causing the two siblings to laugh.

Dwayne sat Herzl down with a soft sigh before speaking. Go to your room, big guy… He stated slowly in a simple tone. Your mom and I need to talk, okay?

Herzl did not hesitate before replying. Sure, uncle Dwayne… His voice was clear and quick. In a twinkle of an eye, he was already racing out of the scene towards the staircase.

Dwayne and Ciara watched him climb the stairs and in a couple of seconds, he was out of sight. Dwayne sighed before turning towards his sister, his expression stern again.

Why did you choose to keep me worried, Ciara? He asked, his tone demanding. Did you have any idea on how worried I was?

What did you mean, Dwayne? She asked him in reply almost immediately, unable to comprehend where her brother's question was heading to.

Why didn't you pick your call, Ciara? He requested, sparing her his sharp gaze.

Ciara looked away, unable to look her brother in the eyes. She knew how much she had hurt him by not answering his calls, but she couldn't help but ignore his calls.

I'm sorry. She finally managed to say, heaving in a deep breath. I guess I was too clouded by my anger, that was why I decided not to answer the phone.

What did you mean? He demanded as he stared around the house. Anyway, where is she first?

Ciara's left brow was raised, her facial expression was questioning. She…? She demanded, unsure of what he's insinuating. Who is 'she'?

Dwayne groaned under his breathe before replying. Don't stress words out of me, Ciara. You know what I mean and who I'm referring to. He muttered, but Ciara did not budge. Where is aunt Elsie?

Ciara's eyes widened, a sudden realization hitting her hard. Why are you asking after her out of the blues…? She asked with a displeased look on her face.

Of course I should, Ciara. Dwayne snapped at her. You didn't think I wouldn't notice the oddity —you ignored my call because of her?

But, Dwayne… Ciara began, but Dwayne cut her off again.

No, Ciara! He snapped, his voice stern and demanding. You can't let her come in between us, you can't start acting weird towards me because of her presence!

Ciara inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself down. Dwayne… She started, but Dwayne was quick to interrupt her again.

I can't understand why you'd let her come between us, Ciara. He stated, his voice more hurt than angry. I'm your brother and nothing should come in between us, I won't allow it!

Ciara looked away from him, the turmoil of emotions within her bubbling up. I don't know what you mean… She said, the conviction in her voice lacking. I just…don't understand why you are against her this much, Dwayne. She did nothing wrong, you can't be hard on her for her husband's dirty crime.

My feelings keep telling me otherwise, Ciara! You are threading on a dangerous path by letting her into your life, little sister! He told her, almost yelling at her.

Is that why you did not attend the funeral with us? She threw at him. Dwayne, I begged you earlier this morning, but you refused —is this what your feeling is asking you to do?

Dwayne stayed silent for a moment, his eyes refusing to meet hers. Don't play the 'guilt-trip' card, Ciara. He finally spoke up. It's not working for me. I already told you, I don't want anything to do with her.

But why? Ciara asked, her voice taking on a desperate tone. What did she ever do to you, Dwayne? Why do you hate her this much?

Dwayne was taken aback by his sister's question, he barely expected such a demanding question from her —or maybe he did expect it but never thought she would ask him to his face…

Chapter 103

What did she ever do to you, Dwayne? Why do you hate her this much?

I don't hate her, Ciara. Dwayne stated, his voice softer. I just can't have her in my life —I don't want her anywhere around me, and you inclusive.

There is more to it than you aren't saying, Dwayne. She pointed out. You can't just keep repeating the same thing without having your reason for it, it just doesn't make any sense.

Stop questioning me —it's really looks like you are forcing words into my mouth. Dwayne told her. Yes, I have my reasons for doing all of these; this is my little way of keeping you and Herzl safe from harm. I can't let the same old mistake of mine repeat itself!

But that doesn't mean you shouldn't attend the funeral service earlier today, that was your last chance, Dwayne. She enunciated. The last chance you've got to pay him your last respect.

Dwayne scoffs with irritation, twitching his nose in disgust. Respect, you say? He blurted out. Kent should have thought about all of this before murdering our parents and still trying to do the same with you —no murder deserves to be respected!

A wave of guilt washed over Ciara, the memory of the tragic day piercing through her mind. Her eyes started to fill with tears as the horrifying memory ran through her brain again. It's… all my fault… She mumbled, tears starting to roll down her face.

What? Dwayne asked, his voice full of concern. Don't ever think of that, Ciara. He said, placing his arm around her shoulder to provide some comfort. None of it was your fault —don't ever think that way!

But he...... he only did all of those because I rejected him. I… caused all of this. Ciara continued, her voice wavering as her tears rolled down her cheeks. I could have saved them all, I could have prevented everything that happened if I didn't reject him.

No… Dwayne interjected firmly. Don't ever blame yourself, Ciara. He was the one who caused all of this, not you. He said. You have every right to reject anyone you don't love or want to be with.

But… She tried saying something but trailed off.

All of this only happened because we trusted him as our uncle. Dwayne muttered, clenching of fist as the thought of it. If only our parents did not trust him blindly —they would have seen the type of disgusting human he is.

Ciara's knees gave way, getting weak all of a sudden. She was about to collapse, but Dwayne was quick to catch her and placed her on the couch next to them, sitting by her side.

I tried my possible best to amend my ways with him —I thought I gained his trust. She helplessly uttered, her voice crackling. I thought I should try to trust him too, since that was what mom and dad did —I never imagined he was the cause of their disaster.

My point exactly, Ciara. Dwayne was quick to respond. The same mistake we all made with Kent and his cohorts, you are doing the same with his wife.

Ciara's eyes widened in understanding, realization dawning on her. You mean… she isn't what she seems to be? She asked, voicing her thoughts.

Precisely, Ciara. Dwayne replied with a nod. She is not to be trusted as well, not until we are fully sure of what her motives are. For all we know, she could just be pretending to be so nice and warm to you —it could all be a plot; that was uncle Kent's key weapon, too.

If… if she is just pretending, then… She shook her head in denial. I don't believe she's like uncle Kent and the rest —aunt Elsie is different, I can see the sincerity in her eyes, I've never seen anyone being sincere as she is.

If she's really not the kinds of Kent and his cohorts, why did she have to stay away from us for all these years? He reasoned out. Why did she have to show herself to us again after her husband's death?

Ciara stayed silent, trying to come up with a rational explanation. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again, not wanting to voice something shallow.

I… I have to admit that it's a bit suspicious of her. She began after several seconds had passed. But, you have to understand that… she may have her reasons for doing so.

"No reason