The Cuckolded Wife

"Since you're all so curious about the surprise, let's all take a look together," Andrew said.However, as soon as the rowdy crowd entered the room, they fell silent. I stepped out of the bathroom, only to find everyone staring at me.It was the same suffocating gaze that made me want to vomit.In my previous lifetime, this feeling loomed over me like a constant shadow. No matter where I went, I was subjected to everyone's criticisms and scathing remarks.They said that I was an unfaithful woman who went looking for other men despite having such a wonderful husband. They said that I deserved to be publicly humiliated.If not for Andrew's generosity, things wouldn't have merely ended in a divorce. Instead, I would probably have been taken to court.I hadn't done anything. I was the victim. That man had forced himself upon me.But no one believed me."Darling? What's going—"Before Andrew could finish speaking, I cut him off, saying, "I've called the police. We can talk about th

"Give me my phone," Andrew snapped. "Why did you end the call?"He glared at me as if I were a total stranger to him. All prior traces of tenderness had vanished. As I stared back at him, my eyes reddened with tears. I didn't get it. I couldn't figure it out."Andrew, why did you fall in love with me?""I just did. Is there supposed to be a reason why?" Andrew replied impatiently."Would you ever lie to me?" I asked.He didn't speak. After all, silence was the best answer."Give me my phone," he repeated.When I didn't budge at all, Andrew dropped all pretense of being a gentleman and snatched it away himself. He did it so roughly and forcefully that my wrist was soon covered in red marks. Once he got his phone, he walked off without saying another word, slamming the door behind him.I knew why he was that infuriated. It was because… I'd ended the call that came from his true love.I was never the person he truly loved. It wasn't Charlotte either. All this time, Andrew loved I

When I reached out to Marissa, she happened to be in need of money. I transferred double the amount she requested and said, "Keep the extra to use as needed. I'm hiring you to create a graphic novel for me. Do a good job of it."I sent her the plot that I stayed up all night crafting. Once she read the story outline, she texted me, "This is incredible! You're a genius! Why don't you consider turning it into a traditional novel instead?"That would take too long. It was too slow for my taste. Also, some scenes only left a lasting impression when taken in visually. That would make it easier for the public to connect the dots in the future.…It had been two weeks since Andrew and I last had any contact. Ever since I ended the call he got from Ian that day, he hadn't returned to the house or said anything to me.Yet, on this day, he came home bearing an arm full of bright red roses. Smiling faintly, he said, "I'm sorry, darling. It was wrong of me that day. Let me make it up to you n

Rose's expression turned to ice. Her nails were digging into her leather bag, leaving noticeable marks."What do you want?" she asked.I reached out to grab her hand and stop what she was doing. Smiling, I replied, "I'm here to help you. But I also need your help."…After that exchange with Rose, I swiftly got everything ready to put my plan into action.James, the private investigator, was rather efficient. I'd transferred him large sums of money and even provided him with much-needed equipment. Fortunately, none of it had gone to waste, and I got my hands on several precious videos.I saw the way James hesitated when he typed his messages to me. I figured that he also understood the situation. Since it wasn't something to be proud of, he didn't touch on the subject much.As I went through the photos James sent me, I saw many featuring both Andrew and Ian. They appeared hand-in-hand in many places, but they kept a low profile. There were even photos of them kissing—far too man

Stone Group went viral online that day, but this time, the headlines weren't what Andrew wanted to see. He quickly tried to smooth things over and let the news die out, but it didn't work.Amid this busy time of his, I abruptly announced my intention to get a divorce—a fault-based divorce, because he had cheated on me with another man.Instantly, the news took everyone by storm. More observant members of the online community quickly linked the clues to the hottest graphic novel at the moment. My story echoed that of the tragic female side character in the graphic novel.Moreover, the copyrights to the graphic novel had recently been purchased to produce a television series based on it. It was Andrew who funded the project. Otherwise, the deal wouldn't have been made so quickly.After that, Charlotte came forward in support of me, too. She had long since grown fed up with Ian. Ever since he was a child, he was raised like a spoiled, pampered prince while she was completely ignored b