If He Betrayed Another Woman for You, He Will Betray You Too: Chanakya Niti
Riya Kumari | Dec 20, 2025, 19:42 IST
When someone leaves another person for you, it can feel like validation, like destiny intervened, like love won. But ancient wisdom warns us to pause where emotion rushes forward. Chanakya did not speak of betrayal as an event; he spoke of it as a pattern of character. Because people who abandon responsibility rarely stop running. They simply change direction.
When someone chooses you over another, it is easy to mistake that choice for proof of your worth. It feels intimate, almost sacred, they saw something in me, they picked me. But Chanakya’s warning cuts through this illusion with surgical clarity: a person who betrays once does not change by changing partners; they only change circumstances. Betrayal is rarely about love. It is about escape. And escape has a pattern. What feels like passion at first is often someone running - from responsibility, from self-awareness, from the quiet weight of their own failures. You are not the destination. You are the relief. And relief never lasts.
You Were Not Chosen Because You Were Special, You Were Chosen Because You Were Unknown
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The other person was not cruel, insufficient, or unlovable. They were simply known. Known in their exhaustion. Known in their demands. Known in their disappointments and expectations. You, on the other hand, were untouched by their reality. You did not know their emotional absences, their avoidant silences, their tendency to disappear when things became real. You did not see how they shut down instead of repairing, how they replaced accountability with charm, or how they confused intensity with intimacy. So they became someone else with you.
Not a better version, a lighter one. Someone without history, without consequence. In your presence, they could forget who they had been failing to be. You became a mirror that showed them who they could pretend to be, not who they were willing to become. That is why it felt intoxicating. That is why it felt chosen. But it was never about you. It was about what you didn’t yet know.
Betrayal Is Also About Convenience And Convenience Has No Morality
With you, things were easier. You accepted them while they were still attached to someone else. That silent acceptance rewired their moral boundaries. If love could be crossed once, it could be crossed again, without guilt. They did not need to prove themselves. They did not need to grow. They did not need to face their contradictions. You met them in their unresolved state, and that made you safe, but not sacred. Over time, something darker happens. They begin to resent you.
Not because you did something wrong. But because your existence reminds them of who they became to be with you. You did not corrupt them, yet they will blame you for their corruption. You did not force their hand, yet they will feel diminished for having let go of someone else. And quietly, their respect erodes. Because people rarely value what arrives through moral shortcuts. What is taken easily is lost easily.
The Chase Was the Point, Not the Relationship
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Some connections are born not from longing, but from adrenaline. They loved the secrecy. The thrill. The tension of being wanted while unavailable. It fed their ego, their emptiness, their need to feel alive without having to build a life. But once the chase ends, reality begins. And reality asks questions. It asks for consistency. It asks for presence. It asks for emotional labor. That is when irritation replaces desire.
Because they were never there for partnership, they were there for access. And now that access feels routine, even demanding. They want closeness only when it suits them, intimacy without obligation, connection without depth. So they pull away. Again. Not because you asked for too much, but because they never came with the capacity to give.
At the Core Is a Person Who Has Not Met Themselves
At the heart of all this is not cruelty, but avoidance.
A person who cannot sit with guilt will run toward pleasure.
A person who cannot accept their weakness will seek distraction.
A person who cannot confront their emptiness will chase dopamine, not meaning.
They do not pause to ask why they feel restless. They simply move - to another person, another fantasy, another version of themselves. And because they never look inward, nothing changes. Different face. Same pattern. Character is revealed not by whom someone loves, but by how they leave.
You were simply the next place they ran to. And that knowledge, painful as it is, is also freedom. Because once you see the pattern, you stop romanticizing the wound. You stop mistaking intensity for truth. You stop believing that being chosen in secrecy is the same as being chosen in daylight. Value integrity over intensity, depth over desire, and character over chemistry. Because love that requires betrayal to exist will eventually demand your silence, your self-respect, and your peace. And no love is worth that cost.
You Were Not Chosen Because You Were Special, You Were Chosen Because You Were Unknown
Mysterious
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The other person was not cruel, insufficient, or unlovable. They were simply known. Known in their exhaustion. Known in their demands. Known in their disappointments and expectations. You, on the other hand, were untouched by their reality. You did not know their emotional absences, their avoidant silences, their tendency to disappear when things became real. You did not see how they shut down instead of repairing, how they replaced accountability with charm, or how they confused intensity with intimacy. So they became someone else with you.
Not a better version, a lighter one. Someone without history, without consequence. In your presence, they could forget who they had been failing to be. You became a mirror that showed them who they could pretend to be, not who they were willing to become. That is why it felt intoxicating. That is why it felt chosen. But it was never about you. It was about what you didn’t yet know.
Betrayal Is Also About Convenience And Convenience Has No Morality
With you, things were easier. You accepted them while they were still attached to someone else. That silent acceptance rewired their moral boundaries. If love could be crossed once, it could be crossed again, without guilt. They did not need to prove themselves. They did not need to grow. They did not need to face their contradictions. You met them in their unresolved state, and that made you safe, but not sacred. Over time, something darker happens. They begin to resent you.
Not because you did something wrong. But because your existence reminds them of who they became to be with you. You did not corrupt them, yet they will blame you for their corruption. You did not force their hand, yet they will feel diminished for having let go of someone else. And quietly, their respect erodes. Because people rarely value what arrives through moral shortcuts. What is taken easily is lost easily.
The Chase Was the Point, Not the Relationship
Chase
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Some connections are born not from longing, but from adrenaline. They loved the secrecy. The thrill. The tension of being wanted while unavailable. It fed their ego, their emptiness, their need to feel alive without having to build a life. But once the chase ends, reality begins. And reality asks questions. It asks for consistency. It asks for presence. It asks for emotional labor. That is when irritation replaces desire.
Because they were never there for partnership, they were there for access. And now that access feels routine, even demanding. They want closeness only when it suits them, intimacy without obligation, connection without depth. So they pull away. Again. Not because you asked for too much, but because they never came with the capacity to give.
At the Core Is a Person Who Has Not Met Themselves
At the heart of all this is not cruelty, but avoidance.
A person who cannot sit with guilt will run toward pleasure.
A person who cannot accept their weakness will seek distraction.
A person who cannot confront their emptiness will chase dopamine, not meaning.
They do not pause to ask why they feel restless. They simply move - to another person, another fantasy, another version of themselves. And because they never look inward, nothing changes. Different face. Same pattern. Character is revealed not by whom someone loves, but by how they leave.
Wisdom Is Knowing You Were Released
You were simply the next place they ran to. And that knowledge, painful as it is, is also freedom. Because once you see the pattern, you stop romanticizing the wound. You stop mistaking intensity for truth. You stop believing that being chosen in secrecy is the same as being chosen in daylight. Value integrity over intensity, depth over desire, and character over chemistry. Because love that requires betrayal to exist will eventually demand your silence, your self-respect, and your peace. And no love is worth that cost.