But now, she was standing there, her fingers tightly intertwined with another man’s.
“As long as you're by my side, I’ll go,” she told him softly.
My hands started to shake as I watched.
I immediately screen-recorded the livestream, saving every second.
This was going to be my proof.
I still couldn't believe that our seven years of marriage were undone just like that.
With trembling fingers, I typed into the comment section.
[Your “love” looks a lot like my wife.]
Then I uploaded a photo of Willette.
The comment section exploded instantly.
[Holy crap, what’s going on here?]
[Wait. He’s stealing someone’s wife and calling her ‘Love’?!]
[Disgusting! And they’re still pretending to be innocent?]
[Report them now!]
Jenson’s face went pale as soon as he saw the comments, and he looked at Willette in panic.
And right then, my phone buzzed. It was her calling.
“Are you insane?” she hissed, her voice low but brimming with fury. “Delete it! Clarify it right now! What are you trying to do, embarrass me even more? Haven’t I given you enough already? Don’t bite the hands that feed you! Do you want to ruin me completely?”
Yet, I ignored her and hung up.
But almost immediately, a text came through.