She then produced her phone, flipping through her photo album to display what she claimed were incriminating messages. "Here are the chat records between you and my boyfriend. These are the indisputable proofs of your infidelity!"
I scrutinized the screen, only to find exchanges between Howard and myself.
In the chat, Howard had labeled me a "vixen."
Our conversations were filled with the flirting nothings of a devoted couple.
Some were indeed quite dirty talks.
It was then that the truth dawned on me.
The man Stella spoke of was none other than my own husband, Howard, and the mistress she referred to was, in fact, me, Howard's lawful wife.
Since Howard married into my family, he had always been the model of propriety, attentive and obedient.
I had always believed his love for me to be genuine and his loyalty unwavering.
Yet, here I stood, confronted with the bitter reality of his betrayal.
Fury ignited within me, a conflagration fueled by Howard's betrayal and the mistress' audacity to accuse me in my own home.
I glared at Stella and coldly said, "Stella, I advise you to seek out Howard and clarify the nature of his relationship with me."