“I love you! You big idiot, I love you!”
Amid the cheers of those around them, they kissed passionately, soaking wet.
The mermaid had saved her prince.
Their love was unwavering.
Only I was the pathetic, laughable bubble.
The bubble shattered in the sunlight, turning into tears that slid down my cheeks.
The second video clip showed Jack carrying Tiffany into a hotel bridal style.
At the same time, I received a message from an unknown number on my phone:
“Honey, I dropped my phone in the water. Borrowing a friend’s phone to text you.”
“I’m still busy here, so I won’t be home tonight. Sweet dreams to you and the baby~”
I stared at that message for a very long time.
Then, I slowly sat up.
“Ryan, help me put the aborted fetus in a foam box!”
“And hire a group of gossipy old ladies with drums and gongs.”
“What are you planning to do?” Ryan asked, confused.
I said each word clearly:
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“Of course I’m going to bring this grand gift to the hotel and celebrate my husband taking a concubine with drums and gongs!”
With the drum troupe in place, I immediately started a livestream, pretending to be
troubled.
“Everyone, the host is really having a headache lately. My husband says he and his
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female friend are just platonic, but I don’t think so.”
The comments immediately had people mocking me:
[Jealous much? Men and women can totally just be friends.]
[The host is obviously narrow–minded.]
I quickly shook my head in denial.
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[No no no, the host isn’t narrow–minded at all. After fighting with my husband’s female friend, I had an epiphany.]
I paused for half a second, watching the viewer count skyrocket.
[If there really is something between them, I’ll immediately arrange for my husband to
take her as a concubine.]
A mix of insults and sympathy flooded the comments.
Using an online tutorial, I got the room key and led the drum troupe towards the room.
I pushed open the door.
The room was a mess, two half–naked bodies were entangled together.
I covered my mouth and shouted:
“Wow! Groping boobs and dicks, enjoying yourselves! Such good friends indeed!”
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The horns blared as the old ladies made their grand entrance.
The crowd held up banners, forming a human wall.
The bright red words on the banner read: [The Tiffany family has a daughter who deeply
loves my husband. As the first wife, I’ve come to help my husband propose to his
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concubine.]
The two people trapped in the room, barely covered, were panicked and flustered.
The livestream exploded.
[Am I hallucinating from staying up too late? What kind of bizarre plot is this?]
[Don’t just stand there! Screenshot! Record these adulterers‘ faces!]
[That white ass! My titanium dog eyes are burning!]
Jack had never been so embarrassed before. He yanked the blanket to cover Tiffany, hurriedly putting on his own clothes.
Seeing him in such a pathetic state.
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I remembered the early years of our relationship, when he’d queue for four hours from
the south to the north of the city just to buy the roast chicken I loved.
He would patiently wipe the bathroom floor dry after I showered to prevent me from
slipping.
When I had a high fever that wouldn’t break, he stayed by my bedside day and night, using a towel to wipe me down over and over.
But this same person had already cheated with another woman on our wedding night.
His love came and went as he pleased.
It was a gift, I was envious.
“Jack, is it really that hard to love one person wholeheartedly?”
Before I finished asking, I couldn’t help but laugh at myself.
He stumbled forward after getting dressed, his face extremely ugly.
“Emma, what are you trying to do with this big scene? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”
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The onlookers who had come to watch the commotion surrounded us, blocking any
escape.
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I laughed and spread my hands:
