
Introduction
She lost everything for him. He repaid her with betrayal.
Viola Chambers sacrificed her very essence, her ability to bear children, to save the man she loved, Harris. He swore she was enough, that his devotion was hers forever. But forever shattered on a Tuesday afternoon when she found him entwined with her own cousin, Clara—a woman whose triumphant smirk burned deeper than any knife. Two years vanish, along with Viola. Now, a woman forged in the fires of betrayal returns, stronger, scarred, and ready to face the ghosts of her past.
Can a broken heart truly heal? Or will the shadows of “His Embrace” consume her once more?
Chapter 1
The hospital smell stuck to Viola’s skin. It was a harsh reminder of what she’d lost. She was only twenty-three, but her future, in one big way, was already set. People called it a miracle that she lived. But that miracle came at a huge cost. She lost her uterus, the part of her body that could carry a baby. She lost it to save Harris, her husband, from a car crash. The bent metal, the screaming, the rushing doctors – it was all a blur. But she clearly remembered Harris’s face, pale and wet with tears, as he held her hand right after.
“You saved me, Vee,” he whispered, his voice rough and shaky. “You saved me. You are enough. You are everything. I promise, I’ll spend every day making it up to you. We don’t need kids if it means losing you. You… you alone are enough for me.”
His words back then felt like a soft breath on her wound. They became a part of her, a holy promise whispered in her quiet hospital room. She held onto them, to her, He was her steady rock, her safe place. He was the one thing that didn't change when her world fell apart. He brought her flowers every day. He read to her. He patiently helped her deal with her body's hurts and her heart's pains. He was the perfect husband, so devoted. She loved him fiercely, a love that grew stronger every day.
Clara, her cousin, was always there. Clara, who was more like a sister to Viola. Clara, whom Viola had always stood up for, even though her parents didn’t really like her. “She’s too… scheming,” her mother had said once, with a slight curl of her lip. “Too interested in what others have.” But Viola just ignored it. Clara was family. She was fun, always ready with a kind word or a funny story. She spent many nights with them. They’d drink wine, laugh, and Clara would offer advice and what seemed like true support. Viola had told Clara her deepest fears, her quiet sadness. And Clara always listened, nodding with what Viola thought was real care.
It was a Tuesday. A very normal Tuesday. Until it wasn't. A sudden project came up. She was to accompany the boss overseas so she was told to go back early and prepare. Viola felt happy – a chance to surprise Harris. Maybe they could walk, or just cuddle on the couch and watch a movie. She hummed a quiet song as she got a taxi.The key turned in the lock with a familiar click. The quiet of the apartment felt strangely heavy as she stepped inside.
“Harris? I’m home early!” she called out. Her voice echoed in the quiet space.
No answer. She left him home because he was on leave.
A cold, sharp feeling ran down her spine. The air felt thick, heavy. A faint, strange smell hung in the air. Sweet and strong. Too sweet to be hers. Too strong to be Harris’s. She walked toward the living room. Her footsteps sounded too loud on the floor. Then she stopped.
The sight that hit her was like a huge storm. It ripped apart the world she had built. It smashed everything into a million broken pieces. Her husband, Harris, his shirt open, was tangled up with a woman on their couch. His hands were in her hair. His lips were pressed hard against hers. The couch cushions were messy. A blanket was thrown to one side. It was a clear picture of them being close, entangled.
The world around her blurred. Colors ran together in a spinning mess. A choked sound stuck in her throat. Her breath caught in her lungs, sharp and painful. Then, very slowly, their heads shot up. Harris’s eyes, wide with shock and a growing fear, met hers. His face lost all color. His lips were open in a silent gasp. The woman, too, pulled back. Her eyes opened, startled.
Then Viola saw her. The familiar blonde hair, the soft curve of her jaw, the small mark above her lip. It was Clara. Her cousin. Her sister. The woman she had trusted completely. The woman who had sat next to her, giving comfort and understanding.
For a moment, a tiny hope, a desperate, silly idea that it was a mistake, flashed inside her. Maybe she was seeing things.But then, as Harris stuttered, a choked sound leaving his lips, guilt and fear twisting his face, Clara’s eyes, those eyes Viola had always seen as warm and kind, looked at her. And a slow, nasty smile spread across Clara’s face. A winning, chilling smirk that showed no regret, no apology, just a raw, clear victory.
That smirk was the final blow. It wasn't just seeing them together that truly broke her. It wasn’t just the act of cheating. It was that smirk. That smug, poisonous sign of winning. It was the clear, hard proof that this wasn't a mistake, a moment of weakness, or a bad choice. This was planned. It was cruel. A careful, mean joke about everything she cared about. It wasn't just Harris who had betrayed her; it was Clara too. Clara, who had pretended to be a loving sister. Who had offered her a shoulder to cry on.
A sharp, electric shock ran through Viola. Her comforting lies, those soft, sweet stories she’d told herself, shattered into a million sparkling bits. Each one showed the ugly truth. The late nights, the lingering perfume, the distant touches – it all came together into a ugly picture of lies. She felt a dull pain where her uterus used to be, an empty ache that was like the emptiness growing in her chest now. She had given up her future, her very self, for him, for them. And this was her reward.
Her legs felt heavy, stuck to the floor. But her mind was racing, a tornado of pain and disbelief. The air was thick with unspoken words, with the weight of tears that wouldn't fall. Harris finally spoke, a broken plea. “Viola… wait! Please… let me explain…” But his words meant nothing. They were empty sounds in her deep sadness. Clara’s smirk grew even bigger.
Viola didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. She just stood there, watching them. She felt the last parts of her world fall apart around her. The air grew heavy. The silence was so loud, broken only by the fast beat of her own heart. She took a step back, then another. Her eyes stayed on Clara, on the woman she had loved like a sister, now shown to be a venomous snake. The victorious glint in Clara's eyes was the last, awful hit. It was too late. All of it. Too late for apologies and questions. The pain was real, tearing at her insides, leaving her empty, completely, truly wrecked. Without a word, she turned and walked out of the apartment. She left behind the broken pieces of her life, and the wide open mouth of a cliff she was about to jump from. Behind her, Harris’s desperate pleas echoed with every step she took.
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