Invisible to My First Love by Lypstical Novel

Blueprint 136 Summary In Chapter 136 of **Blueprint 136**, Grayson finds himself in a devastating confrontation that shatters his perception of his marriage. He witnesses his wife, Tiffany, in an intimate moment with Josh, a betrayal he had previously tried to dismiss as mere jealousy from his friend Harper. The scene is a stark contrast to the life he thought he had, filled with luxury and loyalty, now reduced to a shabby room that symbolizes the deceit he is facing.

Grayson's heart races as he grapples with the reality of the situation, feeling a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief as he absorbs the betrayal before him. As Tiffany attempts to cover herself in panic, her fear is palpable, yet Josh remains unfazed, exuding a disturbing confidence that infuriates Grayson. The emotional turmoil within Grayson intensifies, and when he finally demands the truth, Tiffany's admission of a four-month affair hits him like a tidal wave, leaving him feeling hollow and betrayed.

The woman he once adored is now a stranger, and he feels the weight of her deceit crushing him. The realization that he had been a fool in love stings sharply, and he acknowledges Harper's warnings as the painful truth sinks in. The confrontation escalates as Tiffany tries to deflect blame onto Harper, revealing her own insecurities and jealousy. Grayson, however, is resolute in his anger, unwilling to accept her excuses.

Tiffany's attempts to justify her actions only deepen his disgust, and he feels a mix of sorrow and rage as he confronts her about her infidelity while she carries their child. The moment becomes even more intense when Tiffany's desperation for reconciliation clashes with Josh's possessive declaration that the baby she is carrying is actually his. This shocking revelation leaves Grayson reeling, solidifying the betrayal and unraveling the last threads of trust he had in Tiffany.

In a swirling mix of emotions-betrayal, anger, and heartbreak-Grayson stands at the precipice of a shattered relationship, forced to confront the harsh reality of his life and the choices made by those he once trusted. The chapter concludes with a powerful moment of realization and confrontation, leaving Grayson to grapple with the impending chaos that will follow this revelation.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Blueprint 136** **Chapter 136** **Grayson** As I stood there, the sight before me felt surreal, a twisted reflection of the day Harper had confronted me with the undeniable evidence of Tiffany's betrayal. The image of her entwined with Josh was seared into my mind, a nightmare I had desperately tried to deny. I had convinced myself that Harper, with her jealousy of Tiffany's status as my wife, had concocted some elaborate scheme to ruin our marriage.

I had clung to the belief that as long as I didn't witness the betrayal firsthand, it couldn't possibly be true. Yet here I was, witnessing the very thing I had feared most, my heart racing as I absorbed the reality of my wife and Josh in a way I had never imagined. The room around them was cramped and shabby, with wallpaper peeling like the facade of their deceit. It was a place Tiffany and I would have never visited together, not even as a joke. She had always scoffed at anything that didn't meet her five-star standard, yet here she was, in this dingy room, betraying me on that stained bed.

All the lofty ideals she had boasted about had crumbled in an instant, reduced to nothing for this moment of infidelity. No matter how hard I tried, my gaze was glued to the two of them, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. I struggled to form coherent thoughts or articulate words, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Tiffany was quick to grab the sheet, her movements frantic as she attempted to cover herself, the fear evident in her wide eyes. "What-what are you doing here?" she stammered, her voice quaking with panic.

"I thought you were on your trip." Josh, on the other hand, remained utterly unphased. He didn't even bother to cover himself or offer an explanation. He sat there, completely exposed, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, as if he reveled in the chaos he had helped create. There was a shocking absence of shame in him, a nonchalance that infuriated me. I didn't even want to lash out at him; my fury was directed squarely at Tiffany. The rage bubbling within me felt like it was about to erupt, shaking me from the inside out.

When I finally managed to voice my thoughts, the words emerged as if they were being pulled from a deep, broken part of me. "How long?" Her eyes darted around, blinking rapidly as she clutched the sheet to her chest as if it were a shield. Tears began to pool in her eyes, a desperate attempt to elicit sympathy. "I can explain," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Answer the damn question! How long?" My voice rose, thick with emotion. She realized the futility of lying in that moment; I had already caught her in the act.

With a heavy swallow, her voice trembled as she admitted, "It's been four months." I stood frozen, the weight of her confession crashing down on me like a tidal wave. The woman I had once thought was perfect was now a stranger, and in that moment, I understood that I had never truly known her. Leaning back against the peeling wall for support, my legs felt weak, as if they could no longer carry the burden of this betrayal. It was as if every ounce of strength was being siphoned away, leaving me hollow.

I felt like the biggest fool in the world, and the next words slipped from my lips with a bitter finality. "Harper was right," I admitted, the truth stinging like a slap. Tiffany's head shot up, her expression morphing instantly into one of anger. "Harper?" she spat, as if the mere mention of her name was offensive. "Why would you bring her up now? Does she have to be part of every conversation? One way or another, she's always around!" There it was-the classic victim card, played perfectly. But I wasn't falling for it this time.

"I just caught you cheating on me," I replied, my voice steadily rising with each word. "And you're blaming Harper?" "How can I not blame her?" she shot back, her eyes flashing with indignation. "I'm not dumb. When you started reconnecting with her a few months ago, right before she went back to San Francisco, I watched your every reaction. I hated how you looked at your phone when her name popped up. I wanted all your attention, and I felt it slipping away." Her voice cracked, and I could sense her desperation, but I felt no pity.

She was still covered in the remnants of her betrayal, the sweat of Josh still lingering on her skin. "It only got worse when she returned, looking so different," Tiffany continued, her voice rising with jealousy. "She was stunning, radiating that annoying popularity. I saw the way you looked at her at our engagement party, like she was some kind of goddess. I wanted you to look at me like that. That's when I started talking to Josh, and he confessed he had always had a crush on me, despite everything I did to him. And you know what?

That made me feel powerful." Just hearing her speak about him in that way made my stomach churn. He was sitting right there, unmoving, as if he were merely an observer in this twisted drama, not even the slightest hint of embarrassment on his face. "I'm sorry, but you made me do this," she said softly, taking a step toward me, her eyes pleading. When she got close enough to reach out, I instinctively stepped back. The shock on her face was palpable, and in that moment, the sheet slipped from her grasp, exposing her bare skin.

The sight made my stomach turn; Josh had touched her, had been inside her. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Tiffany," I said, my voice trembling with disgust, a feeling I could no longer suppress. She raised her eyebrows, her mouth agape, as if I had struck her. "You called me by my first name." Of course, that was all she heard. Not the betrayal, not the infidelity, nor her casual mention of another man as if he were her savior. I shook my head in disbelief, my heart heavy with sorrow. "Look at you," I said quietly, the weight of my words sinking in.

"You're sleeping around while carrying my child." Tears filled her eyes, and for a moment, I thought she might actually feel remorse. As if those tears could wash away the reality of her actions. Desperately, she reached for me again, but I stepped back, creating distance between us. "Babe, please, we can fix this," she pleaded, her voice laced with desperation as she placed her hand on her forehead. "We can have a fresh start. Everything can go back to normal if-" "No," a voice interrupted from behind her.

Both of us turned, and there stood Josh, now on his feet, shaking his head with narrowed eyes and a smirk that twisted his mouth. "So that's it?" he said, his tone possessive as he focused solely on Tiffany. "If you think this is where everything ends, you're mistaken." His gaze shifted to me, a glint of malice in his eyes. "Grayson, there's something else you should know." "Shut up!" Tiffany screamed, charging toward him, her fear evident in her frantic movements. But just as she reached him, he sidestepped, his eyes locked onto mine with a sickening determination.

"Grayson, that baby isn't yours. It's mine." Conclusion In the aftermath of the revelation, the air felt thick with betrayal and despair. Grayson stood at the precipice of his shattered world, grappling with the dual weight of Tiffany's infidelity and the shocking truth about the child she carried. The fabric of their relationship, once woven with trust and love, had unraveled before his eyes, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. As the reality of Josh's claim sank in, Grayson felt the ground beneath him shift, a profound sense of loss washing over him.

The anger that had surged through him moments before was now replaced by a deep, gnawing sorrow, as he realized that the woman he had loved was not only unfaithful but had also betrayed him in the most profound way possible. In that moment of clarity, Grayson understood that he could no longer cling to the remnants of a relationship built on lies. The tears that brimmed in Tiffany's eyes no longer held the power to sway him; her pleas for a fresh start sounded hollow against the backdrop of her deceit.