Beverly Hills Betrayal

Beverly Hills Betrayal

Part 2 of 2

By Cindy Johnson / @CindyTv

Tags: #Exposed #Caught #Pain #Humiliation #Divorce #Violence #Lost Love #Betrayal #Over the Top

Preface

The Hollywood glitter and Bob's familiar charm pulled Sara into a mistake she never imagined making. For the rest of the week, she and Bob were inseparable, acting like lovers on a stolen honeymoon. Caught in the thrill, Sara convinced herself it was just a fling—a secret no one would uncover. Jade egged her on, thrilled to see her friend break free from her "dull" life, even if it risked everything Sara held dear. For Jade, the moment was all that mattered, consequences be damned.

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Picking up where we left off from Part One, where Sara is answering Troy's early morning phone call after spending the night with her former lover, Bob.

Chapter 7: Troy's world back home

"Dad, why didn't mom call us last night?" My daughters' innocent question demanded an explanation I wasn't quite prepared to give.

"Well, girls, your mother is with Aunt Jade, and you know how she is," I began, my words carefully measured. "She probably had too much wine and fell asleep. It's almost 9 AM out there; let's give her a call."

With a sense of apprehension gnawing at my insides, I dialed Sara's number, hoping for a simple explanation to ease our concerns. When it started ringing, I put the phone on hands-free speaker and gave the phone off to my daughter.

"Hi, Mommy, why didn't you call?" Kylie's voice trembled with a mixture of concern.

I watched the girls and listened as Sara tried to apologize, "I'm so sorry, girls," Sara's apologetic tone filtered through the receiver. "I had too much to drink at dinner, and when I got back to the room, I passed out."

Both girls asked this question at the same time, "We miss you, Mom. Don't you miss us?" The girls' words hung heavy with unspoken emotion, echoing the ache in my own heart.

"Girls, I miss you like crazy, and I'll be home in a few days," Sara promised, though her words failed to dispel the unease settling over me like a shroud.

I took the phone off speaker and started talking, "Hi, Sara, it's me, Troy. You remember me, your husband?" My attempt at levity contradicted the rage now within me.

"Oh, darling, I'm so sorry," Sara's voice wavered, her words tinged with regret. "I just fell asleep last night. The time changes and the drinks are making me crazy."

"Is something wrong with your phone? You didn't answer our calls, text messages, or even call us back?" My anger was starting to rise and threatening to boil over with each passing moment.

"I'm sorry," Sara's reply fell flat, her contrition failing to stop my rising anger.

"Yeah, you're sorry. I get it. Talk to the girls; I have nothing else to say." With a heavy heart, I relinquished the phone to my daughters, and retreated to the family room. The girls could tell that I was angry and not in the mood to speak with their mom.

I stayed silent as my daughters talked to their mom, as I tried to control my anger as their voices reminded me of Sara's actions. When Sara asked to speak to me, my daughters made up a quick excuse that was buy with something, giving me a break from a conversation with their mother.

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Chapter 8: Sara's thoughts after the call

After getting disconnected without saying goodbye to Troy, Sara looked back on the events of the previous night, and felt a heavy sense of dread. Cheating on her husband was not something she ever imagined herself doing, yet there she was, facing the consequences of her actions. Not only had she betrayed her husband's trust, but she had also forgotten to call home, leaving him worried and alone. The thought of his disappointment and concern made her heart ache with guilt and fear.

The realization that she couldn't undo what had been done brought more waves of despair and guilt. Every fiber of her being ached with the longing to turn back time and make different choices, but she knew deep down that it was an impossible dream. Now thinking of her return home in a few days, a sense of concern came over her, fearing the fallout of her actions. She desperately prayed that her secret liaison with Bob would remain hidden, knowing that the consequences could be dire for her marriage and her family.

Chapter 9: Troy gets a call from Brad

That afternoon, Troy's phone rang. An unknown number. "This is Brad Jenkins," the voice said. "I'm Jade's fiancé. We need to talk about your wife."

Troy's heart raced. Brad explained he'd overheard Jade plotting to pair Sara with her ex, Bob, behind Troy's back. Worse, he had evidence—cameras in Sara's hotel room, booked under his name, had captured everything.

"I didn't want to believe it," Brad said. "But I can send you the footage."

Troy's throat tightened. "Do it."

The email arrived minutes later: video, audio, reports. Troy's hands shook as he watched. Sara and Bob, unmistakable. His world shattered. A week ago, he'd been happy, clueless. Now, a broken heart from her betrayal was all that remained.

Brad proposed a plan to confront both women. Troy listened, his anger hardening into resolve. Brad wasn't just any lawyer—he was a Hollywood powerhouse, with connections that could move mountains. His firm handled crises, investigations, even judges. If anyone could orchestrate this, it was Brad.

That evening, in bed, I looked through the file Brad had sent to my email, including the video, audio, and written reports. It made me sick to my stomach but I felt determined to do something about what I found. Each piece of information made me angrier and more determined to make things right.

The following morning, Brad and I talked about what to do next. It felt strange to be working together after what had happened. But we both wanted to uncover the truth. As the day passed, I felt hopeful that we could face the difficult situation ahead and come out of it stronger than before. At the agreed-upon time, Sara dutifully made her nightly call, playing the role of the devoted wife and mother.

While she spoke of missing us and expressed affection, I concealed my anger, aware of her affair with Bob. I shielded our daughters from this deception, passing the phone to them after brief conversations, which I'm sure she noticed. The girls eagerly listened to Sara's tales of shopping and celebrity encounters.

I had already met with an attorney recommended by Brad and put things in motion. Behind the facade of a devoted husband, I wrestled with the pain from her betrayal and the inevitable collapse of our marriage, divorce papers now at the ready. Each time I handed the phone to our children, I couldn't bring myself to utter a farewell or an "I love you," wondering if Sara even noticed the absence. With a heavy heart, I steeled myself for the difficult journey ahead, particularly for the well-being of my daughters.

Chapter 10: Our Collaboration

The plan Brad and I worked on was going to put an end to the affair and impart a lasting lesson to both women. This was an important time of year for my company and being gone for a few days was difficult. I told my team that I needed them to handle my workload and offered a generous bonus if everything was completed. They were happy to help and I knew things would be handled during my absence.

When the girls heard about our unexpected trip, they were initially excited about their first-class travel to Hollywood; however, the girls' enthusiasm waned when I explained the purpose of their journey. They were almost seventeen and would be off to college soon, so the innocence of youth was behind them. I showed them some PG-rated photos and text to help them understand the reason for the trip. After viewing some incriminating photos and learning the full story, they were devastated and enraged by their mother's actions. Understanding my pain and anguish, they pledged their support.

Brad facilitated all the travel arrangements, meeting them at the airport on Thursday afternoon. We spent the evening strategizing with Brad and finalizing the details for the following day. Brad went the extra mile and treated my girls by organizing a personal shopping experience to find elegant dresses for the dinner and surprise visit. They were treated to a pampering session, including hairstyling and shopping at elite stores, they returned to the hotel looking like Hollywood starlets. I marveled at their transformation, pondering whether Sara would even recognize them at the upcoming event that evening.

Chapter 11: Fateful Friday

As we were about to depart from our hotel, Sara's nightly call illuminated my phone screen. With a heavy heart, I answered and listened to her declarations of love and longing, expressing her excitement that she would be home soon. However, Sara was about to discover that her timeline was slightly askew. I ended the call quickly, unwilling to reciprocate the "I love you" she uttered before disconnecting. I couldn't help but wonder if Sara had begun to sense or even cared that something was off.

The festivities took place at Brad's expansive country club, spanning 40 acres of pristine coastal land. Brad curated a luxurious pre-wedding soirée attended by over 200 guests the evening prior to the wedding. Adorned in their most elegant attire, the guests added to the splendor of the occasion, enhancing the event's ambiance with an air of grandeur and sophistication. He had already paid for the night and the guests were looking forward to a good time, so instead of cancelling the event, Brad decided to use the venue as the final Swan Song to both of our relationships. The man had a good sense of justice.

Brad's Country Club

With divorce papers tucked in my suit jacket, my daughters and I arrived at the party in the limo arranged by Brad. I also carried a small gift bag for Sara that should illuminate the ending of our marriage. Despite our anger, the girls found themselves enjoying the limo rides and luxurious lifestyle, momentarily easing the tension with laughter. The limo driver notified Brad of our arrival, and he met us outside, guiding us discreetly to a secluded table to avoid drawing attention.

From across the room, we observed Sara and her boyfriend moving together on the dance floor, sharing intimate moments that should have been mine. My daughters and I found ourselves consumed by a simmering rage, our emotions steadily rising to a boiling point. After a torturous hour, Brad came to our table and silently indicated that the moment to intervene had arrived, which was good because my anger was close to the edge of eruption.

Chapter 12: Troy's View of the events

Sara radiated the glamor of a movie star, her blonde hair falling elegantly around her, accentuated by the artificial blue of her eyes. Her hair was expertly swept up into a chic updo, complemented by flawless makeup that enhanced her natural beauty. The dress she wore featured a daring side slit, rising provocatively to her waist, teasing glimpses of her stocking tops and garters. Paired with the tallest heels she had ever worn, she exuded an undeniable allure that captivated attention. It wasn't until the girls pointed her out that I realized who she was.

As they observed their mother with a man's arm casually draped around her shoulder, sharing laughter and flirtatious exchanges, the weight of the situation hit me hard. Witnessing the hurt evident on my face, the girls collectively confronted the harsh reality that our once-intact family life was irretrievably shattered.

In that moment my heart hurt and felt as though it was about to explode, and then a whirlwind of grief enveloped my mind. Watching the woman I believed to be my soulmate bestow her affection upon another man, inflicted a pain so profound, it seemed irreparable. She had unwittingly extinguished a part of me in that instant, leaving me convinced that there was no route back from this devastating betrayal.

"Wow dad, look at mom. She looks like a movie star. Is that her new boyfriend?"

Hearing that question heightened my anger. "Girls, it's time," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. "Remember our plan. Stay composed. Approach your mom with love, and politely ask her to introduce you to her boyfriend. I'll join you in a few minutes."

As I observed them gliding across the smooth marble floor toward their mom, my gaze caught Sara's puzzled expression at the two girls approaching them. During the clamor of drinks and excitement, it took her several moments to register that the two young girls - identical twins - were her two daughters until they simultaneously kissed her on both cheeks. With all the champagne and wine, she had consumed at the party, Sara's brain couldn't immediately register that her girls were actually in front of her and Bob. Her confusion dissolved when I witnessed her expression change to panic, as the girls requested to be introduced to her boyfriend.

Chapter 13: The Scene

Hand in hand, the girls approached their mother with firm grips. Just as they had rehearsed earlier in the hotel room, after kissing their mom, they stood directly in front of her, speaking loudly and perfectly in sync to ensure that their question was clearly heard by everyone nearby.

"Hi mommy, you look beautiful. Who's your boyfriend?"

I watched Sara's face contort in shock, drawing the attention of onlookers as her wine glass slipped from her hand, plummeting to the tiled floor. It shattered into countless fragments, sending red wine all over her expensive satin dress. The scene was as intense as you can imagine and, in that moment, I witnessed my loving wife's world unraveling as the realization dawned upon her that her exciting fantasy had been ruthlessly laid bare for all to see. I gave her credit as she tried to recover quickly and make it seem normal.

"Girls, this is Bob, he's not my boyfriend. We're just friends. What are you doing here?"

Ignoring her question they continued, "Mom, that's not what dad says. Dad said you traded him in for a new man."

The realization that I was nearby struck her hard. On cue from Brad, the music had stopped as several couples were now standing nearby and watching the scene unfold. In a panicked voice everyone heard her ask, "Where's your dad?"

More and more people were now watching and I saw Jade a few tables away with mouth open as she realized what was happening. At this point my loving wife had lost all of her bravado and confidence, and as I approached, I saw her openly weeping while her daughters glared at her with resentment. As I drew closer, I beheld my once-beautiful wife, now adorned with blonde hair and bright blue eyes, but someone I no longer recognized, not the woman I had loved and raised a family with.

"Wow, Sara, you look amazing. I wouldn't have recognized you if the girls hadn't pointed you out. You look like a movie star. I assume you dressed like this for your date?" I said, pointing to Bob.

Her hands were visibly shaking as she tried to explain what I was seeing, "No, don't be silly. Bob's just a friend. You know I love you. But why are you here? You said you and the girls were staying home."

Not answering her question, I just spoke in a calm voice loud enough for the others to hear. And just like a car accident, the large crowd was now watching all this unfold. I even saw the photographer snapping some mementos, probably something for the local celebrity news column.

"I thought you loved me, Sara," I said as she stood there crying, looking at the crowd around us.

"Baby, I do love you. This is all a misunderstanding; can we just leave now and go home?"

I handed her the gift bag and said, "Home? That's cute. Here's a little present to remember me by. After you open it, you'll understand why you no longer have a home, or husband, and what the future holds for you."

It seemed like everyone was now circling around us watching the final act of a play, our marriage, take place. That's when ole' Bob couldn't contain himself and tried to defend her and was starting to get defensive. He gave me a stern look and said, "Man, this isn't the place or time. Let's move this over to a quiet area."

I slowly turned to him and gave him a death stare; one a man makes when he's about to rip out the heart of his enemy. Smartly, he stopped in his tracks when I replied, "Unless you want to spend the night in the hospital, I suggest you shut your fucking mouth and get out of my face. This is between me and my soon-to-be ex-wife. You can have her after we leave."

I didn't want my girls to see any more than what had already taken place and said, "Girls, say goodbye to your mother and go back to the limo. I'll meet you there in a few minutes."

My sweet girls told me they weren't leaving and stood on each side of me as Sara looked at me with pleading eyes and said, "Baby, I don't understand why you're here, can you explain what's going on?"

"Explain?" I laughed as I handed her the gift bag I was holding. "Sara, just open your present, and you'll understand why there is no need to explain anything. I have to admit, you surprised me. I never thought you had it in you."

Inside the gift bag was an envelope containing one perfect 8x10 glossy photo. There were two, full color, side-by-side photos on the single page. The photo on the left was taken from the table lamp camera, which showed Bob's cock entering Sara's ass. The photo to the right was a photo taken at the same moment from the table camera in front of the bed, showing her expression of lust and excitement.

I was now staring at her with something close to hate and watched her implode when she saw the photo. "So, you gave it up for him, and not me. I hope it was worth it," I said in a morose voice. We turned and started to leave as she screamed out: "No, please don't leave me. I want to come with you and explain."

We turned to look at her one more time and, in that instant, she realized her marriage had reached its end. She was caught red-handed and stunned into silence. Worse, she had never granted me her ass, she wasn't that kind of girl, she'd say. Yet there she stood, holding the proof of what she gave to another man. The color photo showed how much she enjoyed it with him, and not me.

As she glanced at the divorce decree, her tears intensified. Alongside the paperwork lay a check for $36,000 and another document she had long forgotten: the prenuptial agreement signed on our wedding day.

The terms were stark: the cheating spouse would receive $2,000 for each year of marriage, leaving her with only her personal belongings. Eighteen years of what she once deemed a blissful union—along with their savings, the luxurious home, cars, and comfortable lifestyle—now vanished. All she possessed was that solitary check for $36,000.

Sara collapsed, Bob quickly caught her before she hit the floor. The photo slipped from her hand, fluttering like a leaf before landing with a cold rustle on the marble floor. Thankfully, someone swiftly retrieved it and passed it among the crowd before my daughters could catch sight of their mother in such a depraved state.

Jade witnessed Sara fainting while I stood nearby and her concern grew into anger. She rushed over, berating me for disrupting her party and distressing her friend. I offered a faint smile before turning to her fiancé, Brad, who was standing nearby.

In a bold and brash tone, Jade yelled at her fiancé, "Brad, kick him out. He's ruining my party."

Confusion clouded Jade's face as Brad lifted her left hand and delicately removed her prized possession -the beloved 3-carat engagement ring, firmly slipping it into his pocket.