Blurb：
When a provocatively dressed woman forces our car to stop, my world shatters. She screams, "You home-wrecking b**ch! Michael is mine!" But I am his wife—trapped in the passenger seat as my husband comforts his mistress, Sophia. After three years abroad recovering from a difficult labor, I return to find Michael’s betrayal. He abandons me on the street, choosing Sophia. She calls, boasting, "His money and love are mine!" But I won’t surrender. As Michael pleads, "I love you both," I contact lawyer Peter Richardson. In this emotional storm of infidelity, who will win? The wife or the mistress? Dive into a tale of revenge, heartbreak, and the fight for dignity.
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Driving home with my husband, a provocatively dressed woman forced our car to stop.She pounded on my window, demanding furiously that I get out.
I was completely confused, but then my husband got out and soothed the woman with a hug.
Sweetheart, calm down. I didn't mean to miss your calls. I was just swamped with the family gathering today.
My heart clenched.
I was opening the car door to step out, but my husband shove me back into the passenger seat.
"Stay inside! Don't you dare scare her!"
The woman gestured wildly at me and shouted,
"You home-wrecking b**ch! Michael is mine!"
"If you ever stop him from taking my call again, I'll claw your face to shreds!"
I was trapped by Michael in the passenger seat like I was the shameful mistress.
It felt like being struck by lightning.
After a three-year overseas recovery from a difficult labor, I'd return only to have my husband's mistress confront me like she was the wronged party.
Michael abandoned me right there on the street, sweeping the other woman into his arms and walking away.
I had just finished digging up all her information when her call came through:
"Don't you dare threaten Michael with divorce to make him dump me!"
"Let me spell it out for you: I don't give a damn if he divorces you or not!"
"A title is nothing but a burden to me. His money and his love are both mine anyway."
I almost laughed. What an amusing mistress she was.
?
"Only shallow women like you care about a stupid title!"
"I'm handing the title over to you. Just behave yourself and don't interfere with mine and Michael's relationship."
Sophia sounded nothing like the other woman and everything like the scorned wife issuing a warning.
Her audacity entirely came from the confidence Michael gave her.
A fireball of rage built in my chest. I gripped the phone tightly:
"If you really had what it takes, you wouldn't be making a spectacle of yourself in front of me!"
"And Sophia? The title wasn't handed to me by you."
"It's something you crawl on your knees begging for and will never get!"
I enraged her. She hissed down the line,
"You'll regret those words. I'll make sure you see exactly how much Michael loves me!"
Click. She hung up.
I sat rigidly, feeling like this was all some horrific nightmare.
If this woman hadn't forced her way into my reality, I'd never have believed Michael, who swore he'd never leave my side, had betrayed me.
The man who spent a fortune, exhausting his resources to get me the best treatment abroad, had been unfaithful.
I texted Peter Richardson, the lawyer my father trusted most.
"I need asset preservation. Please investigate Michael's accounts. He's cheated on me."
Making that decision felt like tearing myself in half. The pain was suffocating.
Michael finally returned.
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