"So you thought you were the real wife? Fine. Let me convince you."
She unlocked her phone and played a video.
On the screen, I saw my mother-in-law, my husband, and my brother-in-law celebrating Stella and Gerald's fifth wedding anniversary.
There was also a little boy—around three years old—whom I had never seen before.
But then the little boy in the video opened his mouth and called Gerald "Dad."
And he called Stella "Mom."
My mother-in-law put twenty million worth necklace around Stella's neck, addressing her affectionately as her daughter-in-law.
My brother-in-law laughed as he called her "Sister-in-law."
I felt as if I'd fallen straight into an ice cellar.
My blood froze.
Every nerve in my body tightened with a sharp, suffocating pain.
So everyone knew.
Everyone accepted and supported Gerald's cheating.
Everyone—except me.
I was the only one they lied to.
The only fool in their eyes.
And when everything finally came to light, Gerald wasn't scared, wasn't ashamed—not afraid of hurting me.
He was only worried I might hurt her.
Never—not once—did I imagine that the man who had always been gentle and obedient with me could betray me like this.