Holding the fake marriage certificate in hand, I stumbled home in a daze. The familiar stench of urine and feces hit my nose the moment I stepped inside.It was time to change the adult diaper for my mother-in-law, Kathy Sinclair, who had been paralyzed and bedridden for the past six years.Without flinching, I wiped her body clean, took out the trash, and opened that online store page again.I stared at that familiar side profile for a long time before slowly raising my head. I looked around the clean, well-organized house, and a laugh suddenly escaped me. And as I laughed, tears began streaming down my face.Six years. I'd silently held this family together for six whole years.Because of me, my husband, Grayson Strickland, was free to stay far away from his sick mother's bedside, free of any worries, and live his refined and admired life as Prof. Strickland.What I never expected, however, was that while he claimed he was too busy to give me a wedding, he'd already become anot
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