Married Three Years... Only to Discover I'm the Mistress
It's my daughter, Noelle Peace's first day at the kindergarten. But the teacher kicks us out instantly.
"Mr. Peace's son has been studying here for a year. Since when does he have another daughter?"
This leaves me feeling confused.
Noelle has only reached the minimum age to start her education. How is it possible for that child to study here for a year?
After investigating the truth, I find out that the new assistant, Myra Larson, had enrolled her own child into the same kindergarten as Mrs. Pearce a year ago.
I seek her out, only for her to flash her marriage certificate with my husband, George Pearce.
"I know you. You've been pestering my husband all these years, haven't you?"
The official stamp of the courthouse is shown on the marriage certificate, clear as day. The date is five years ago.
But the thing is, George and I have been married for three years.