Chapter 6 of Planned Betrayal: My Fiancé and Best Friend Ruined Me

#Carlos’s POV

The sound of the violin that once accompanied our steps to the altar had now been replaced by echoing sobs that filled the entire hall. The happiness we had just celebrated instantly turned into deep sorrow. Guests who had been smiling, toasting, and dancing now stood in silence, their faces filled with shock and grief.

At the center of our grand wedding stage, a man in a black suit stood with a somber expression. In his hand, there was an envelope, which he now passed to me.

I stood frozen, my fingers clenching tightly. My eyes locked onto the letter, reading the name over and over again.

Levy Florence—died in a traffic accident.

My throat went dry. My breath caught. The paper slipped from my hand, only to be picked up and snatched away by one of the guests. And in an instant, everyone knew the tragic news.

Of course, many people deeply regretted this incident. Especially since they had just heard about Levy’s misfortune—how he had been paralyzed—and now, his death. They expressed their sympathy for his ill-fated life.

Beside me, Renata suddenly tightened her grip on my arm. I turned to her, and though her face showed sadness, I saw something else in her eyes.

A flicker of happiness. A barely visible smile.

A wave of nausea rose in my throat.

"Darling…" Renata whispered softly, her voice laced with pretense. "This is terrible… Was this part of your plan?"

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AT LEVY'S HOUSE

The journey home felt long and silent. My mind was in chaos the entire way. I knew I had done many terrible things, but I had never wanted Levy’s death to come this soon.

As soon as we arrived at Levy’s house, Renata walked in first. The door shut behind us, and for the first time since the news broke, she took a deep breath—then let out a soft laugh.

"Finally…" she whispered. "Finally, everything that belonged to Levy is now ours!"

I stared at her blankly.

Renata turned to face me, her eyes gleaming with victory. "Carlos, we don’t have to pretend anymore. I no longer have to be your hidden lover. We can be happy together—with Paul!"

I didn’t answer right away. My gaze drifted toward the living room, now eerily quiet. Levy had once sat there. I could still picture his face, the wounded look in his eyes the last time we met.

This house—the home that had once belonged to Levy—was still filled with his presence. As if he had never truly left.

Footsteps echoed from the staircase.

I turned and saw my mother standing at the top of the stairs, her face filled with anger and disappointment.

"What did I just hear, Carlos?" Her voice trembled, her sharp eyes piercing through me.

I swallowed hard.

"You and Renata… have been having an affair all this time? You both betrayed Levy?"

I couldn’t answer. My affair with Renata had been a well-kept secret from my family—especially my mother.

Renata stepped forward confidently. "And why does that matter? Levy is dead. The past doesn’t need to be brought up again. Now, Carlos is with me, and we will raise Paul together."

My mother clicked her tongue. "Paul may be my grandson, but you, Renata… you are nothing."

Renata stiffened. "What do you mean? Didn’t you accept me yesterday?"

My mother slowly descended the stairs, each step firm with authority. "I can accept Paul because he is Carlos’s flesh and blood. But you? You are a woman with no background, no honor. I will never allow my son to marry you."

I watched Renata’s expression shift. The confidence in her eyes was now replaced with suppressed rage.

"I’ve been with Carlos for years!" she shouted. "I gave him a child! I sacrificed so much! Now, all of this belongs to us, and I have the right to be Carlos’s wife!"

My mother narrowed her eyes. "Do you think I will let my son fall into the hands of a woman who cannot even be trusted?"

I saw Renata’s fists clench. Her breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling with emotion.

I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache creeping in.

"Enough," I said in a low but firm voice.

They both turned to look at me.

I took a deep breath. "Mother, Renata… we can’t argue right now. This is not the time."

Renata glared at me. "Carlos, you have to choose! Me or your mother!"

I fell silent.

I loved Renata, but something was gnawing at my mind.

Levy.

I pulled out my phone, my fingers quickly searching for a contact. I couldn’t rest until I confirmed something.

I stepped away from them, pressing the call button and waiting for the connection.