His Ex, My Bed: The Ultimate Betrayal

Jackson, and his entire family. For months, I planned the perfec

pped a bombshell. He gave my first-cla

et flights, ending with a plane kn

, agreed. "You're resilient," h

got her a first-class upgrade I paid for,

ir ATM, and my life was a small

he rage was cold and clear. I canceled the trip

e to collect on the multi-mil

pte

ess,' which meant he worked with a handful of clients who paid a lot for not much. This St. Barts vacation was my idea. My gift. As a neurosurgeon, my weeks were measured in lives saved and million-dollar invoices. My hands, steady and precise, earned more in a single con

and permits. It's a place where luxury meets logistical nightmares if you don't know what you're doing. Visas, transfers, health declarations – I handled every single piece of paperwork. For six people. Including Jackson's

nothing but a sense of entitlement and my bank accounts. Jordan, still in college, had never known a life without my financial support. Her sorority fees, her luxury car, her endless wardrobe – all on m

and it showed. Taking time off was an operation in itself, requiring months of rescheduling surgeries and delegating critical cases. My patients depended on me. When Cornelia expre

d the bombshell. "Hailey," he began, fidg

The one who abandoned him

ted her there. So, we, uh, swapped your first-class ticket for hers

lights, layovers in obscure islands, and a final, terrifying propeller plane landing on a famously short, cliff-sid

at in God's name did you just say? Why is Amber comi

y. And the family... they just connect with her, you kno

ing up from a place I hadn't known existed. My brain replayed Cornelia's 'safety concerns

ything?" My voice was rising, a tremor in it. My hands started to shake. My jaw clenched so tight I felt pain shoot through my temples. My vision narrowe

e mumbled, still not looking at me. "And you're... r

ust uncomfortable. People die on

re! Besides, it's for the family. You always say you'd do anything for us

ossed in a magazine. "Mom? Dad? You hear this?" Jefferson clea

been through so much. She lost her investment portfolio, you know. She needs this more

chimed in, "Yeah, Hailey. Don't be such a drama queen

ips. It was a hollow, empty

all of you, and in return, my safety is compromised, my comfort is sacrificed, and my first-class seat is given to an e

king such a big deal out of nothing! Amb

was a valid currency for betrayal. "A good wife, a good person, would understand. She'd make the

y-on in hand, stepped in. Amber Compton. Jordan practically leaped off the couch. "Amber! You're here

ul you had to miss out on all our good times these past few years." The implication hung heavy in the air: our good times, meaning the good times I had paid for. Cornelia rose, a genuine smile gracing her lips, a warmth I hadn't seen directed at me in years. "Amber, darling! Welcome ho

was a profound, chilling emptiness. A clarity. I wasn't their wife. I wasn't their dau