Revenge Of The Wife They Sold

My husband, Brock, wanted to sell me out. Literally.

His plan was to drug me and deliver me to his boss, all for the sake of a promotion.

But what he didn't know was that my boss, Gill Webb, was gay. He was interested in my husband, not me. He looked me in the eye and asked, "Adeline, you don't want to lose your job, do you?"

I sighed, weary to my bones. I really needed this job.

After my husband fell into a drugged stupor, my boss appeared at the bedroom door.

Chapter 1

Adeline Carter's POV:

My husband, Brock, wanted to sell me out. Not our cramped New York apartment where we were barely scraping by, and not my grandmother's necklace. He wanted to sell me.

I stared at Brock's phone, left forgotten on the kitchen counter.

A notification flashed. It was a message from his boss, Alvin Thompson.

Curiosity got the better of me. I swiped it open. The screen lit up, revealing a chat history that shattered my world.

Brock had proposed the plan himself. "I can make sure she's completely out. She won't remember a thing. She'll be perfectly submissive."

My hands began to shake violently. The phone nearly slipped from my grip.

"She won't know," Brock had messaged. "It'll be like a dream. She'll think it was me."

He even wrote: "Sir, I am honored that you find my wife so charming. She truly is exceptional."

The message made bile rise in my throat. This wasn't just betrayal; it was a total perversion of everything we were supposed to be.

The plan was set for Saturday night. Our anniversary dinner.

Rage swept through me like a scalding, violent tide. Brock was a monster.

The front door opened. I froze.

Alvin Thompson stood there, his expression grim and shadowed. He held up his own phone, showing the same chat logs.

"Adeline," he said, his voice flat. "You need to know exactly who your husband is."

My heart hammered against my ribs. I couldn't find my voice.

Alvin took a step closer. "Adeline, I have feelings for you. Real feelings." He paused. "But I would never use such despicable means to have you." He looked directly into my eyes. "Brock's plan is abhorrent. I won't be a part of it."

He handed me his phone. The messages were all there-longer, more detailed. Brock's desperation, his begging for a promotion, his willingness to sacrifice me. My vision blurred.

"This is outrageous and unforgivable. If you want to take legal action, I will support you. I'll be with you every step of the way."

Adeline Carter's POV:

I took Alvin's phone and read every single word Brock had typed.

I forwarded the entire transcript to my own phone. Evidence. I had to protect myself.

I stared at the screen, at Brock's profile picture. A handsome, smiling face.

I remembered our early days. He was charming, always making me laugh. He seemed so considerate. I thought he was perfect. Even when we were drowning in debt, even when our tiny apartment felt like a cage, I believed our love was enough.

Did he love me? I think so. Once. He loved me once, truly.

But everything had changed.

I recalled a conversation I'd had with my own boss, Gill Webb.

Gill was openly gay. He had made a shameless proposal regarding Brock, wanting me to set them up.

I had turned him down instantly, without a second thought.

At the time, my loyalty to Brock was absolute. I would never sell him out, not for a promotion, not for money. But Brock? He was ready to sell me.

The betrayal cut deeper than any physical wound. I couldn't accept it. I refused to be his victim.

I closed my eyes, a new resolve igniting in my chest. I had to act. I had to protect myself and fight back.

I started to plan. I would not be a pawn in his game.

Adeline Carter's POV:

It started months ago at Brock's company's annual gala. That was when Alvin Thompson first took an interest in me.

Brock had insisted I go. He was desperate for me to network, to make a "good impression." He wanted me to stand out.

In the ballroom, Alvin Thompson was the center of gravity. He wore a perfectly tailored suit and a glinting watch that cost more than our rent for a year. He was tall, striking, and radiated a power that was impossible to ignore.

Brock was handsome, too, but his was a more approachable, less aggressive charm. He didn't have Alvin's "Old Money" aura. That night, Alvin's charisma didn't move me. My eyes were only for Brock.

But when Alvin's gaze fell on me, he froze. The noise of the gala seemed to fade around him. His deep, focused eyes locked onto mine as if I were the only person in the crowded room.

The other guests noticed. Someone nudged Alvin's arm, calling his name repeatedly before he snapped out of it, a faint flush creeping up his neck.

The signs of Alvin's "love at first sight" were painfully obvious.

After the party, Brock was smug, convinced my presence had boosted his status. "Addie, you charmed everyone! Even my boss couldn't take his eyes off you!"

"I'll have to hide you away. Someone might steal you," he laughed, pulling me close.

"No one can steal me," I said firmly. "I only love you, Brock."

I meant every word. Back then, my love for him was pure and simple.

How ironic that the encounter that night would become the prologue to the destruction of our lives.