“Oh, drop the act. You think I don’t know today’s your tenth wedding anniversary with Ridley? I made sure to hold our son’s fifth birthday party today on purpose. And guess what—your husband agreed without hesitation.”
A sharp pain stabbed through my chest, but maybe it was because I’d already endured too much in a single day; the feeling quickly dulled into numbness.
When I stayed silent, her smile grew even more arrogant.
“Oh, and one more thing—next week, Ridley and I will be holding the wedding and registering our marriage. I’ll make sure to send you an invitation. You absolutely must come.”
My brows drew together so tightly it hurt. I could hardly believe what I was hearing.
Grinding my teeth, I snapped, “As long as Ridley and I are still married, you two can’t be together!”
Her laughter burst out suddenly, rich with mockery.
“You don’t know? You really don’t know? Your marriage certificate with Ridley is fake! If I want to marry him, I can. You’re the real mistress here!”
Her gloating expression hit me like a blow.
I stared at her, eyes wide in disbelief.
Fake? Our marriage certificate? Impossible! We’d been married for ten years—how could it possibly be fake?