Married Three Years... Only to Discover I'm the Mistress

On my daughter Noelle Pierce's first day of kindergarten, the teacher kicked us out."Mr. Pearce's kid has been enrolled here for a year," she said. "So, where did this girl come from?"I was puzzled. My husband, George Pearce, and I had only just enrolled Noelle. She'd only just reached school age. How could she have been here for a year already?After looking into it, I found out the truth. A year ago, a newly hired assistant at George's company had enrolled her own child here, using my identity as Mrs. Pearce.I found her social media account and saw that she had posted a photo of a marriage certificate with the caption, "I know who you are. You've been clinging to my husband all these years, haven't you?"On the certificate, the seal from city hall and the two names on it were unmistakable. And the date on it was five years ago.But George and I had only been married for three years!…On the drive home, Noelle blinked back tears as she looked at me and asked, "Mommy, am I

Myra's expression shifted subtly when she heard about me calling the police.But a reporter quickly cut in, "Hah! You're just a scammer. Even if the cops show up, you'll be the one in trouble! Get out now. Queen Myra's property has no place for trash like you."Someone grabbed my arm and yanked me toward the gate. I lost my footing and stumbled forward, about to crash onto the ground."What's going on here?" a clear voice rang out.I snapped my head up."Oh! It's the estate's new property manager!""I remember her. She's that senior executive our paper featured, the one who worked her way out of poverty."When I saw Jennifer Stewart approaching, I finally had a shred of hope. "Jennifer! Over here! Tell them the truth."Jennifer was the college student I had sponsored for years. Due to her exceptional capabilities, the moment she graduated, I hired her at a high salary to manage my new estate. If anyone could clear things up, it was her."Jennifer…" Myra's expression shifted.

Noelle sobbed uncontrollably in my arms, barely able to catch her breath.I turned my head to see George staring straight at Myra.Myra said with a smile, "Long time no see, Mr. Pearce."George's face darkened. "I already gave you a job that lets you live comfortably. What more do you want? If you're unhappy, I can introduce you to something with better pay. Why drag them into this?""That's not enough." Myra's voice was icy. "You owe me more than you could ever repay in this lifetime."My arms tightened around Noelle. Gritting my teeth, I looked at George and forced a smile. "So, you really do know each other."He reached out to me. "Rach, it's not what you think.""Then, throw her out! Don't forget that this is our home. Face everyone right now and tell them that I'm your wife. Do you dare?""Of course," he said, turning around immediately.But Myra cut in sharply, "George, don't forget what you owe me. Believe it or not, I'll take our son and die right in front of you!""M

I let out a quiet sigh and endured it anyway. As soon as I ended the call, I turned and crashed straight into George's chest. "When did you get here?" I rubbed my forehead and stepped back.He reached out, as if to take my hand, before his hands froze in midair and he awkwardly pulled back. "I wanted to check on you. And I wanted you to know that what's going on between Myra and me will be settled soon. Just give me a little more time."I laughed bitterly. "And when it's settled, will that change the fact that you lied to me? Will it change the fact that you two grew up together, were childhood sweethearts, and had a child together?""Rach, it's true that we grew up together. But I'm not the person in her photos, and that child really isn't mine. I've only ever had a child with you…""Enough!" I cut him off. "Even now, you're still lying to me? George, once we're divorced, I'll sue you for bigamy."I then turned to leave. Panicked, he reached out to grab me."Don't touch me!"

George softened his tone. "Rach, I never knew that boat would sink. But I don't have evidence, and no one believes me…"As I looked at him, something in my heart stirred. The truth was, I believed him. At his core, he'd always been a carefree rich kid. His life plan was simple—to enjoy himself under William's protection. Running a huge corporation was never what he wanted.As the person who had been by his side, I could tell that he had never been comfortable in that role. Sometimes, I even had to step in and shield him from certain things."You never told me you had a brother.""You never asked." He sounded a little aggrieved. "You only ever cared about your career. There was never room for me in your heart."The sheer audacity of that statement almost made me laugh. He caught the slight curve of my lips, and he smiled, too. "So, can we not get divorced?"I pretended to think it over. "I'll have to think about it."He gripped my hand firmly. "Please. I'm begging you, my dea