After Exposing My Husband’s "Loving" Facade, I Lost All Restraint

On my wedding day, my enemy Silas Blackwood hung my fianc Joeys head from the cathedral spire. As blood dripped down the cross, Silas approached and whispered that a traitor never deserved me.
The guests fled, but I smiled. Three years ago, Joey had sworn to protect me after my family took him in. But last week, I learned he was betraying me with my cousin Maya and leaking company secrets. Id planned to expose him todaybut Silas acted first.
We married right there in the bloodshed. He treated me like a queen, until my birthday, when I found his secret house filled with photos of him and Maya. That night, he asked what I wanted.
I looked straight at him and said, I want you to kill Maya for me.

1
The moment the words "kill Maya" left my lips, the smile on Silas Blackwood's face froze.
"Seraphina, don't be ridiculous."
He stepped forward to take my hand, but I snatched it away the instant his fingers brushed my wrist.
"Ridiculous?" A bitter smile twisted my lips.
I pulled a stack of printed photographs from my purse and threw them at his feet.
In the pictures, Maya was lounging in his study's leather armchair, wearing his favorite silk nightgown.
"Silas, look closely," I hissed. "Does this look ridiculous to you?"
He bent to pick them up, his movements suddenly hesitant.
"She must have snuck in and taken those when I wasn't home. I only found out today, I swear..."
"Oh?"
I cut him off, unlocking my phone and shoving the screen in his face. It displayed the address of a secluded villa on the outskirts of the city.
"And what about this? The security code is my birthday, yet the walls inside are covered with her pictures. Her clothes are in the closets. Are you going to tell me she picked the lock and moved herself in?"
The color finally drained from his face. He lunged for my phone.
I took a step back, my back hitting the cold wall.
"Silas, you've always been so good at playing the devoted husband, haven't you?"
I opened up the social media app. The top trending topic was already exploding.
#SilasBlackwoodSecretVilla #TheRealMrsBlackwoodMaya, followed by a bright red "VIRAL" tag.
Beneath it was the nine-photo grid I had posted that afternoon. The caption was simple: "Happy birthday to me."
"Look. The whole world knows now. Your perfect, loving husband act? It's shattered. There's not even dust left."
He ripped the phone from my hand, his fingers flying as he dialed his PR team.
His voice was laced with a panic I had never heard before.
"Kill the story! Now! Delete every single photo! If anyone posts it again, I'll make sure they never work in this city again!"
He hung up and turned to me, his eyes a maelstrom of conflict.
"Seraphina, there's nothing between me and Maya. The photos are a misunderstanding, you have to believe me..."
"A misunderstanding?" I laughed, but the sound was choked by a sudden surge of tears.
"Three years ago, when Joey betrayed me, you killed him for me. I thought you were the one person who would never betray me. But you? You played me for a fool! Tell me, Silas, can't you bring yourself to kill her?"
"Is it because she's my cousin? Or is it because... you've fallen in love with her?"
He opened his mouth, but no defense came.
Seeing him stand there, utterly speechless, the last flicker of warmth in my heart went cold.
All these years, everything he had done was a lie.
The devotion, the passion... it was all a performance.

2
That night, I locked myself in the guest room.
Sleep wouldn't come. My mind was a whirlwind of the past.
Three years ago, before the Preston familys ruin.
Joey Preston was known as the darling of Veridia City.
He brought me breakfast every morning.
He would brew me ginger tea when I had my period, holding my hands and whispering, "Seraphina, the day I graduate, I'm going to make you my wife."
Back then, Silas Blackwood was the monster no one dared to cross.
He was the Blackwood family's illegitimate son, raised abroad, a dark secret.
When he returned, he carried an air of brutal intensity.
I first met him at a Preston family gala.
He beat a trust-fund brat who was harassing me half to death, then strode over to me, looking down his nose at me.
"Seraphina Meng," he'd said, his voice laced with contempt. "Joey Preston can't protect you. You'd be better off with me."
I despised him then. I saw him as a brute who solved every problem with his fists. Until the Prestons fell.
Joeys father was investigated for embezzlement, and their empire collapsed overnight.
Looking back, the "evidence" was almost laughably obvious. The signature on the ledger was a clumsy scrawl, nothing like the elder Mr. Preston's elegant script. But I was blinded by grief and chaos, desperate to salvage what little was left of their family. I never stopped to question the convenient timing or the glaring inconsistencies.
It never occurred to me that Joey's family had been framed.
And that was when Silas started circling me, relentlessly, telling me to forget Joey, to marry him instead.
But I was devoted to Joey.
Watching him fall from grace into ruin broke my heart.
I begged my grandfather to have the Sterling family step in, to offer him a lifeline.
He knelt before me, his forehead pressed to the toe of my shoe, his voice thick with emotion.
"Seraphina, thank you. I'll never forget this. I'll protect you for the rest of my life."
And I believed him.
I never imagined that he would immediately turn around and fall into bed with my cousin, Maya.
I was overseas for a business deal when I discovered their affair.
It was a video. Joey was holding Maya, their faces close, about to kiss.
"Once I get the Sterling data," Joey was saying, "I'll ditch that fool Seraphina. Then we can finally be together, out in the open."
Maya smiled and kissed him.
"Don't go soft on me, Joey," she purred. "That bitch should have been dead years ago."
In that moment, I was consumed by a tidal wave of betrayal and rage.
I booked the first flight back, planning to confront him at the altar.
If it was true, I would kill him with my own hands.
But Silas beat me to it.
He hung Joey's head from the cathedral spire.
Then he came to me, his voice as gentle as if he were soothing a child.
"Seraphina, a traitor like that doesn't deserve you."
I thought then that he and I were the same.
We were both monsters. We both had no tolerance for betrayal.
Now, I see how catastrophically wrong I was.
Joey's affair had driven me mad with rage, and I had blindly accepted the "evidence" Silas and others had fed me.
Only now do I realize it. The affair, the evidence, the seduction...
It was all a meticulously crafted trap, set by Silas and Maya.
Thinking back, Silass intentions were never pure. He didn't want me; he wanted the Sterling family's resources and influence.
And Maya... she had been jealous of me her whole life.
She always whined about how unfair it was that I was born the Sterling heiress, that everyone seemed to love me so effortlessly.
Seducing Joey wasn't just about hurting me.
It was about using him to get her hands on Sterling Corp's core data.
To help Silas seize control of my family's empire even faster.
They were in it together from the start.
A perfectly orchestrated performance, slowly devouring the foundations of the Sterling legacy.
He took personal control of our most important projects. He replaced the heads of our core departments with his own people. Even my personal assistant became his spy.
I was a figurehead, a puppet queen in my own kingdom, about to lose any real power I had left.
The more I thought about it, the more the hatred burned. Hatred for my own stupidity, for being deceived by his charade for so long.
But there was no turning back. Maya and Silas... they would pay for what they had done.

3
The next morning, I checked my phone. The trending topic had been pushed down, but the story was still spreading like wildfire.
#SilasBlackwoodPRDisaster #MayaTheMistress #SeraphinaTheScornedWife. The headlines dominated the top twenty.
The comment sections were a warzone.
Some called me a bitter, scorned wife, posting pictures for sympathy.
Others called Maya a conniving snake who had been with Silas all along.
Someone even dug up the story about Joey Preston from three years ago, claiming the Blackwoods were nothing but a crime family who treated human life as disposable.
Silas's PR team issued a statement.
They claimed the photos were doctored, that the villa was a business investment, and that Maya was simply helping manage the property.
They even produced so-called "evidence."
A purchase contract for the villa, and a work contract for Maya.
But the public wasn't buying it.
Someone unearthed security footage of Maya coming and going from the villa at all hours.
Another noticed that the jewelry Maya was wearing in her own social media posts was identical to a set Silas had gifted me.
The most laughable part? Maya posted on her own account. A picture of herself with red, tear-swollen eyes. The caption read:
"Silas and I are just friends. Seraphina, why would you spread such vicious lies? I know you're still upset about Joey, but you can't take it out on me."
That post poured gasoline on the fire.
The comments turned on me. I was petty. I was cruel. Poor, innocent Maya.
I stared at the screen, a mixture of fury and derisive laughter bubbling in my chest.
She had perfected the art of playing the victim.
Just then, the door opened. Silas came in. His eyes were shot with red; he clearly hadn't slept.
"Seraphina, stop this. The PR team is handling it. If this continues, it will damage the Blackwood family's reputation."
He came to my side, his voice heavy with exhaustion.
"Stop this?" I looked up at him.
"Am I the one who started this, Silas? You and Maya betrayed me first! Now she's playing the victim to win public sympathy, and you're not only failing to defend me, you're blaming me for making a scene?"
"That's not what I meant," he sighed.
"Maya is still your cousin. Blowing this up doesn't do anyone any good."
"No good for who?" I sneered.
"It's good for you. It's good for Maya. It's only me who gets hurt! Silas, have you forgotten? I am your wife!"
He didn't answer. Instead, he pulled a black credit card from his pocket and placed it on the table in front of me.
"Seraphina, don't be angry. Take this. Buy whatever you want. Or if you want to go abroad for a while to clear your head, I'll arrange it immediately."
I looked at the card, the irony a bitter taste in my mouth.
Did he really think he could buy my silence? My forgiveness?
"Silas, I don't want your money. I want Maya dead."
I pushed the card back toward him, my gaze unwavering.
"If you can't bring yourself to do it, then stay out of my way."
His face hardened.
"Seraphina, don't push me."
"You're the one pushing me." I stood and walked to the door.
"From this day forward, I'm done with you and Maya. But don't you dare try to interfere with me."
With that, I slammed the door and left.
As I walked out of the villa, I saw Maya's car parked at the gate.

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