Bobby Serena Kelly Novel Bet You Ten Years, Lose Your Entire Life

On our wedding night, my husband, Bobby, made a bet with his best friend.
I bet you'll cheat within ten years. And when you do, half your company is mine.
Bobby slammed his fist into the wall, a spray of blood marking the impact.
Serena, you listen to me! he roared, his eyes wild. If I ever lay a hand on another woman, I swear on my life, may I die without an heir!
For the next nine years, he was the perfect husband. He transferred his entire salary to my account, his phone's location was open to me 24/7, and he was never alone with another woman.
When his best friend's wife confessed her feelings for him in a drunken stupor, Bobby threw a glass of wine in her face.
"Try that again," he snarled, "and I'll let your husband deal with you."
I was more certain than ever that he would never cheat.
But on the eve of the ten-year anniversary of our bet, I received a link to an anonymous cloud drive.
Inside were over a hundred videos.
Sex tapes of Bobby and his best friend's wife, twisted together in every conceivable position.
In one, the woman was lying on our marital bed. She looked into the camera, flashed a victory sign, and whispered:
"Ten years are up. He lost the bet. And I won him."
So, you like to gamble, I thought. Fine. Let's play this to the end.

The lights were still on in the living room when Bobby came home late that night.
Just like always, he loosened his tie and leaned in to kiss me.
"Serena, why are you still up? Waiting for me?"
I turned my head, his lips meeting empty air. I pushed the divorce agreement across the coffee table toward him.
"Sign it. I'll see you at the courthouse tomorrow morning. Nine a.m."
The smile on Bobby's face froze. He picked up the papers, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Serena, stop playing games. Tomorrow is our tenth anniversary."
Just then, his phone buzzed on the table.
It was Leo, his best friend. The husband of the woman in the videos.
Bobby put the call on speaker, and Leo's furious roar filled the room.
"Bobby! Are you even human, you son of a bitch?! I treated you like a brother, and you played me for a fool!"
Bobby's face went white. He shot a panicked glance at me. "Leo, calm down..."
"Calm down?! I've seen the videos! A hundred of them! You two really had fun, didn't you? Trying out positions we never even got to!"
Before Bobby could respond, another call came through.
It was Kelly.
He answered it immediately, his voice softening into a gentle murmur.
"Kelly? Don't be scared. Did he hit you? Where are you? Are you hurt?"
He paced the living room, his voice a low, soothing balm for the woman on the other end of the line, while I sat there like an irrelevant stranger in my own home.
A moment later, the front door was kicked open.
Leo stormed in, his eyes bloodshot, with a sobbing Kelly trailing behind him.
"Bobby!"
Leo lunged, his fist connecting with Bobby's jaw.
Bobby staggered back, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. But he didn't even look at Leo. His first instinct was to rush to Kelly's side, shielding her trembling form with his own.
"Leo, if you're angry, take it out on me! Don't you touch her!"
"Touch her?" Leo laughed, a ragged, broken sound. He spun to face me. "Serena! Do you see this?! Nine years ago, to prove his love to you, he made a show of throwing wine in my wife's face! And I actually believed he was some kind of saint! Turns out they were screwing each other the whole time! And now that it's all out, his first move is to comfort this slut! He hasn't even asked you if you're okay!"
Every word was a poisoned needle, piercing my heart until I couldn't breathe.
Bobby pulled Kelly closer, his eyes finally finding mine, a flicker of pleading in their depths. "Serena, this has nothing to do with Kelly. It's my fault. All of it. Don't blame her."
Even now, he was protecting her. Afraid I would hurt her, afraid I would blame her.
And what about me? What was I?
I rose to my feet and walked toward him, step by deliberate step.
"Bobby," I said, my voice steady, "do you remember our baby? The one we lost?"
His body went rigid. The color drained from his face, and the hand protecting Kelly began to tremble.
"Serena... don't."
"Why not?" I smiled, but tears streamed down my face. "I remember that day. I was lying in a hospital bed, and you were holding my hand, crying like a child. You told me the pain was killing you. And you know what, Bobby? I actually believed you."
As I spoke, my gaze fixed on the way Kelly's hand instinctively flew to cover her stomach.
Understanding dawned on Leo's face. He lunged at Kelly, tearing at her clothes, a manic grin spreading across his face as he stared at Bobby.
"Pain? You weren't in pain, you son of a bitch! You were fucking ecstatic! She's pregnant! With your child! It happened that day! The same day Serena had her miscarriage! You were holding my wife in your arms while you texted Serena that you loved her! You're not a man, you're an animal!"
BOOM.
My world collapsed.
On the day I lost my child, my husband was with another woman, creating a new life for themselves.
Leo had completely lost it, screaming that he was going to kill Kelly, that he wanted them both dead.
Without a second thought, Bobby shoved me aside, throwing himself in front of Kelly, shielding her with his body.
I stumbled, my forehead cracking against the sharp corner of the coffee table.
A searing pain, and then warmth. Blood trickled down, blurring my vision.
The world spun. Through the chaos, I could hear Kelly's terrified screams and Bobby's desperate reassurances. "Kelly, don't be scared! I'm here!"
The blood from my head dripped onto the floor, one drop at a time, blooming like a dark, beautiful flower.
The doctor gave me five stitches and told me to stay for observation.
Bobby didn't even glance my way.
He was standing guard outside another room. Kelly had been shaken by the ordeal and was inside being examined. He paced back and forth like a caged animal.
Nine years ago, when I was hospitalized with acute appendicitis, he'd stayed by my side for three days and nights straight, his eyes red from lack of sleep. I'd stroked his face, my heart aching for him. "Serena," he'd whispered, "as long as you're okay, nothing else matters."
Now, I was bleeding, and he couldn't spare me a single look.
A nurse came out of Kelly's room.
Bobby rushed forward. "How is she? Is the baby okay?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Vance. The fetus is stable. The mother is just a bit emotionally distressed."
He let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief, looking more shaken than he had on the day I'd lost our baby.
Finally, he seemed to remember me. He turned and walked over.