Years of Marriage, One Ultimate Betrayal
After seven years of marriage, my husband grew tired of our quiet life and took a college student as his mistress.
That fragile, pitiable girl held Alain Roth so completely he didn't come home for an entire month, no matter how I begged.
On our son's third birthday, I came to their villa, holding the feverish child and pleading for him to return. Inside, he stayed lost in passion with her.
Jeff Roth drew his last breath in my arms while their pleasure echoed through the night.
At the funeral, Alain held me and wept, swearing he would return to the family and love only me. I agreed, driven solely by Jeff's dying wish.
Four years later, a video from his old kindergarten surfaced, showing Alain with a radiant Mabel Flores and a three-year-old boy.
The boy smiled brightly at the camera, lifting a trophy high. "Mom, Dad, we're the happiest family in the world!"