Betrayed by My Husband Who Chose Mistress and LiesChapter 1
At twenty, I poisoned my stepfather’s cup, only to be caught by Easton Hammond, the Christian devotee. I glared at him, even imagining dying together, but he turned instead and stabbed my not-yet-dead stepfather ten more times.
The robe was soaked with blood, the prayer beads scattered in broken pieces. As the police dragged him away, he looked back at me with a grin.
“Tisha Trevino, never again in this life will a beast torment you. I will always protect you!”
Ten years later, Easton walked out of prison. Once devoted to Christ, he had become my blood-soaked avenger, guarding me like a shadow.
He could have stepped into the mortal world and married me fully, yet he clung to the last commandment, never once touching me. But not long after our marriage, a woman with a swollen belly came seeking me.
“Easton doesn’t keep the commandments because he won’t touch you. It’s because he doesn’t love you. He despises you as filthy. He only loves me.” Her hand stroked her belly, pride gleaming in her eyes.
Easton rushed in, his face flustered, but I lifted a stick and brought it crashing down on the woman.
My gaze rose, cold. “I don’t mind being a widow.”
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“Tisha, there’s no need. She’s just a young girl.” Easton tried to take the stick from my hand, gripping me tightly as if to calm me.
“I promised you, in this life until death, I’ll stay by your side. Others, I don’t care about at all.” His tone was sincere.
Yet that pitying glance, those faintly trembling shoulders, and those nervous eyes betrayed him.
“You don’t care? Fine, then the child in her belly has nothing to do with you either?”
My eyes narrowed with anger as the words came out.
I seized a bowl, forced Emma Meyer’s jaw open, and manically poured the abortion medicine into her mouth and nose.
She sobbed, choking, and cried out to Easton.
“Easton, save me! Save me!”
At her plea, his eyes reddened, his knuckles turning white. With a sudden force, he slapped the bowl away, his gaze nearly splitting.
After knowing each other for over ten years, never once quarreling, this was the first time Easton shouted at me.
“You act like this, how are you any different from your stepfather!”
I froze. His face, too, was dazed, only then realizing what he had said.
My stepfather was the only damp shadow in my life.