So, I gave Bianca’s post a like and commented.
[What a coincidence.]
[Your hubby has the same wedding ring as mine.]
Then, I posted a photo of my hand with the ring.
[My husband designed this wedding ring for me. I didn’t think he and your hubby would have such similar tastes.]
The comments exploded. My post quickly went viral and ended up on the trending page. That was when Andrew called me.
His voice was weak as he said, "Honey, I’m working late at the office tonight. Don’t wait for me. Just go to bed. I don’t want you to worry."
My husband was still lying. Still pretending everything he did was for me, hoping I would keep living in his fake world. So, I listened to his voice while watching the comment section go wild.
People were comparing my Instagram and Bianca’s. They found so many overlaps, like the Porsche I once posted. The comment section was filled with questions about whether Bianca and I were sharing one husband or was one of us was a mistress.
I pretended to be shocked.
[That can’t be right.]
[My husband and I have been married for seven to eight years. How could there be a mistress?]