Betrayal in Love's Embrace

It wasn't the first time I'd seen that video, but it still brought tears to my eyes.

That night, I was also on the plane, but after two weeks of non-stop flying, Dalton had ordered me to rest in the cabin for half an hour.

I was touched at the time, not realizing he only wanted to use it as an opportunity to flirt with Lydia.

My heart ached with fresh pain. Just as I was about to call Dalton to discuss things, the bedroom door was kicked open.

Seeing my tear-streaked face, he showed no concern.

He didn't mention a word about my dismissal. Instead, he threw his phone in front of me and demanded, "What do you gain from releasing this video?"

"We were caught up in the moment," I replied, "and we were always close since childhood. Can't you be a bit more reasonable?"

Dalton was clearly furious. He stormed in, his anger palpable, and started questioning me relentlessly.

The phone left on the sofa continued playing the video, the sounds of their kissing coming through the speaker, contradicting his claim that it was a fleeting moment.

Dalton's face darkened as he watched. I said, "Dalton, you really disgust me."

"What did you say?" he snapped, suddenly advancing towards me, his voice rising. "You think I'm disgusting? If you think I'm so awful, why don't you just break up with me? If you think I'm so terrible, why are you still desperately clinging to me? Maybe it's you who's disgusting!"

He grabbed my chin, his tone harsh. "Speak up!"

This was the first time I'd seen Dalton like this.

We had our disagreements before, but he'd never been this cruel.

He once promised me, when he proposed high above in the sky, that he would make me the happiest person on earth.

Now, he was telling me I was more disgusting than he was.