Married Three Years... Only to Discover I'm the Mistress

It's my daughter, Noelle Peace's first day at the kindergarten. But the teacher kicks us out instantly.

"Mr. Peace's son has been studying here for a year. Since when does he have another daughter?"

This leaves me feeling confused.

Noelle has only reached the minimum age to start her education. How is it possible for that child to study here for a year?

After investigating the truth, I find out that the new assistant, Myra Larson, had enrolled her own child into the same kindergarten as Mrs. Pearce a year ago.

I seek her out, only for her to flash her marriage certificate with my husband, George Pearce.

"I know you. You've been pestering my husband all these years, haven't you?"

The official stamp of the courthouse is shown on the marriage certificate, clear as day. The date is five years ago.

But the thing is, George and I have been married for three years.

On my daughter Noelle Pierce's first day of kindergarten, the teacher kicked us out.

"Mr. Pearce's kid has been enrolled here for a year," she said. "So, where did this girl come from?"

I was puzzled. My husband, George Pearce, and I had only just enrolled Noelle. She'd only just reached school age. How could she have been here for a year already?

After looking into it, I found out the truth. A year ago, a newly hired assistant at George's company had enrolled her own child here, using my identity as Mrs. Pearce.

I found her social media account and saw that she had posted a photo of a marriage certificate with the caption, "I know who you are. You've been clinging to my husband all these years, haven't you?"

On the certificate, the seal from city hall and the two names on it were unmistakable. And the date on it was five years ago.

But George and I had only been married for three years!

…

On the drive home, Noelle blinked back tears as she looked at me and asked, "Mommy, am I really an unwanted child?"

I gripped the steering wheel tightly. "Of course not. You're Mommy and Daddy's one and only baby, Noelle."

The tears she'd been holding back finally spilled over. Her voice broke as she cried, "Then, why does Ms. Larson's son say he's Daddy's real baby? All the kids at school said so, too. They even hit me and called me an unwanted child…"

My heart broke when I saw the slight swelling on Noelle's face. This was supposed to be her first day of kindergarten. Instead, this happened.

What hurt even more was when I contacted Myra Larson, she immediately sent me the photo of her marriage certificate. The name of the man on the certificate was the exact same as the man who had held me in his arms countless times. The city hall official seal was clear, and the date was five years ago.

But George and I had only been married for three years.

Thinking back, Myra's arrival at George's company had been sudden. She had joined and immediately became his personal assistant. Could it be…

I didn't dare finish the thought. I took out my phone and called George.

His male assistant, Clyde Teller, answered instead. "Mr. Pearce is in a very important meeting right now. Phones aren't allowed inside. If there's anything, Mrs. Pearce, I can pass the message along."

"Did George marry someone before me?"

Clyde was stunned. After hearing the situation, he hurried to reassure me. "That certificate is probably edited. Don't worry, Mrs. Pearce. Mr. Pearce would never do something like that!"

After hanging up, I felt slightly calmer. George truly wouldn't dare do something like that.

Still, I needed answers. For now, all I could do was wait for him to finish his meeting.

To make school more convenient for Noelle, George and I had bought a gated estate near the school.

Today was supposed to be move-in day. But when my car stopped at the front gate, I saw that the house I was supposed to inspect was bustling with people coming and going, moving in luggage that wasn't mine.

A huge banner hung across the entrance that read, "Congratulations to Mrs. Pearce on her new home!"

Reporters crowded the gates, cameras pointed at a glamorous woman standing at the center. When I saw her clearly, my eyes widened.

Myra? What was she doing here?

The reporters were buzzing with excitement as they focused all their attention on Myra. "Ms. Larson! Is the marriage certificate you posted online real? Did you leave the entertainment industry back then because you found true love?"

I quickly unlocked my phone, only to see that viral news headlines had taken over the Internet.

"Myra Larson and George Pearce."

"Myra Larson Posts Marriage Certificate."

"George Pearce: My Secret Love of Five Years Can Finally Be Revealed to the World."

I clicked on one post. The first image was the very marriage certificate Myra had sent me, captioned, "That's right. We've been married for five years."

The comments section exploded.

"Oh! I knew our goddess didn't quit the entertainment industry just to dodge Rachel Miller's scandal."

"Are you kidding? That's Myra Larson. As if Rachel Miller, that nobody, ever stood a chance."

"I'm a kindergarten teacher. Rachel showed up today with a kid, claiming it was Mr. Pearce's. What a joke!"

"Oh, my God! That's next-level delusion."

"Before Queen Myra had left the industry, Rachel was already messing around with Mr. Pearce. I bet she never expected that he and Myra had already been married for years. Hah! This is so satisfying."