The Untouchable Heiress He Regrets Losing

Zara's POV

“Do you take Elora Shane to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and–” the voice of the priest greeted me as I arrived on the scene where my ex-husband planned to seal his betrayal.

I suddenly started to feel dizzy. Maybe I was still distraught from the terror two days ago. I still needed rest. As I tried to get my footing, a few media people noticed me at the back, where I was. I immediately knew I was in trouble. They rushed towards me with their microphones and cameras. It was a total humiliation that I had never experienced before.

Their voices around me blurred into a dull roar as I fell to the ground and everything went dark.

*A few days ago*

Sex wasn’t the same anymore. Nothing has been the same since –

My thoughts were interrupted when my phone dinged.

I rushed to check it, hoping it was a message from him, maybe to wish me a happy birthday, but it was from an anonymous number. Confusion had taken over my expression as I clicked the videotape he or she had sent to me.

At first glance, I did not know how to react. It looked like my husband was dancing and romancing another woman in a setting that seemed to be a club. But Zane would never do such a thing. He would never hurt me that way.

Taking a better look, my heart sank in an instant as I realized it was my husband for real!

A blonde-haired lady was rubbing her body on his while his hand caressed her body, then she turned around and KISSED HIM!

My phone fell from my hand, everything went silent. All I could hear was the slow beating of my heart.

My chest tightened. I struggled to breathe as I stared at the video, the terrible act went on without an end, their tongues kept sliding into each other’s mouths.

He was busy making out with another woman while I was stuck at home, still healing from the transplant three weeks ago..

I gave up everything for him, my life, my legacy, my body, everything. But apparently, I was wrong to have trusted him.

This wasn’t the man I married, or at least I had hoped he wasn’t, but I had been seeing the signs..

Every single night, I waited to embrace him, but he returned home drunk. I tried to question him as to why he was so late, but he ignored me. He would just grumpily respond, telling me that he was too busy with work to even attend to his phone unless it was a call from a contractor.

I thought the accident was still taking a toll on him. I made excuses for him, thinking he loved me too. I hoped he would stop being so nonchalant and return to the charming prince he was.

A sudden sob tore through me, letting out all the