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Initially, I wasn't paying much attention, but then one of the trainers casually dropped a line that made me freeze in place. "Mark, was that woman as good as you said?" "Of course! She was wild! She invited me to her place on her wedding anniversary, but I almost got caught by her husband!" "Ha! You'd better be careful; don't get yourself killed!" "Please! I was hanging out the window, and he didn't even notice! Want to know how it ended? She kicked him to the couch, and I spent the night making love to her in the bedroom, and I only left in the morning!"

More than once, he caught whispers in the crowd. “Who’s the real Mrs. Griffin? She doesn’t look like the one from the news. Did she get work done? Or… did Mr. Griffin remarry?” “I heard Mrs. Griffin went deaf three years ago. Makes sense if he moved on. A man like him isn’t going to stick with a wife who can’t even hear.” “Who knows? These wealthy families always have skeletons in the closet. Maybe the real wife hasn’t shown up yet, and the mistress is just playing queen for now.”

"So lucky to find true love!" "Goals AF!" ‘More like modern-day whore who steals her friend's husband and fucks him behind her back.’ I was halfway through typing when my coffee mug slipped. My elbow knocked the laptop, and the cursor hit send. "Shit, shit, shit….." I scrambled to delete it, but the damage was done. Within seconds, responses flooded in. "Who is this psycho?" "Jealous much?" But then something unexpected happened. Other comments started appearing. "Actually, she's not wrong. Monica Sterling is a homewrecker. She tried to steal my husband too."

Peter glared at Hugh again. If this were someone else, Cassian definitely wouldn't have said a word. After all, doctors were obligated to protect their patients' privacy. But now, he wanted to pull a prank on Peter. "Let me tell you a story, Hugh," he said. "There was a husband and a wife. The husband loved smoking a lot, so the wife told him that smoking would make him ejaculate extremely quickly during sex. The husband refused to believe her, so he dragged her over. Three rounds later, he picked up the remaining half of his cigarette and continued smoking from it—"

So, when Hubert used an April Fools' joke to openly bring his latest affair into the light, I wasn't surprised at all. I simply lowered my gaze and counted silently in my head. This marked the thirtieth. In the eight years we had been married, I dealt with twenty-nine affairs for him. This was the thirtieth. Just then, the system's voice echoed in my mind. [Host, a target has spoken a lie with complete sincerity. Would you like to activate the Lies Come True System's authority?] [Once confirmed, the target will die in a car accident three days from now.]

I just knew that it was a mess. Through the crack in the door, I saw Andrew's body pressing down on top of Ian. They were both kissing each other passionately while exchanging sugary yet disgusting sweet nothings. "Do you love your wife, Andy?" Ian asked, pouting. I had never heard such contempt and abhorrence in Andrew's voice as I did then when he replied, "If I did, I wouldn't have gotten some other guy to have sex with her and make it seem like she cheated on me."

It was a humiliating, frozen moment. We were husband and wife, but we might as well have been strangers. He had just tended to my sister with a tenderness I once believed belonged only to me, while I was being dragged away like an unwelcome intruder who didn’t belong in a place like this. I held my breath, waiting for him to say something—anything—to explain. Instead, he glanced past me at the waiter and said evenly, “This is my wife. Let her go.” The waiter stared, flustered.

What the hell all these, what will he say to his son now, his son believed him blindly, but now, thinking these he felt his legs went numb, ''thud” he sat on the sofa lifelessly. “What will I do now, “Mr smith thought, if his son finds out this truth he will go crazy from heartbreak. Sometime later Mr Smith come back to his sense and looked at his mother and wife “How you two know that she is married,” he asked. “Today we went to S college to meet her, she told us when we try to persuade her to marry our son” Mrs Smith said, “hah, hah, hah, I know now she just doesn't want to marry our son that's why she lied to you two”

Hank could not argue his way out of this without his father’s DNA. The public was having a field day while Hank battled it out with his family. Judging by the family’s interaction, some believed that Hank was himself. However, how did the whole mess happen? I dialed my assistant’s number. “You’re up.” An article made its rounds on social media within two minutes. “The husband of a locally recognized businesswoman fakes death to elope with mistress!” I recounted my experience in my previous life as if it was a story. Though no names were mentioned, Hank was clearly the protagonist of the story.