“Daniel, do you really have another woman? Who is she? What’s her name? Is she your coworker?”
I already knew she would try to play the victim first.
So I told her bluntly: “I don’t have anyone else outside.”
Sophia let out a mocking laugh.
“So you want a divorce because you’re jealous of one woman? Who the hell would believe that?”
“What if you weren’t actually a woman?” I asked coldly, fixing my eyes on her.
Just last week, I had seen Emily stepping out of Sophia’s car again.
I happened to pass by, unnoticed by them.
And that’s when I saw the truth I could barely process.
Sophia’s long hair was fake.
She always wore a wig, covering her head.
With heavy makeup accentuating delicate features, no one could tell she was actually a man.
Not even me—I had never once considered the possibility.
Sophia froze briefly, then suddenly burst into laughter.
Emily turned on me angrily:
“Daniel Carter, that’s going too far! That’s outrageous!”
“Sophia has been my best friend for years. How could she possibly not be a woman?”
“I want you to explain yourself clearly. What the hell do you mean?”