My Wife Sleeps in Every Bed but Mine

James' POV

Every word that Wanda uttered rang clearly in my ears, cutting me deeply.

Everyone in the world had chosen to keep me in the dark regarding Mom's death, including Wanda, the one person I trusted unconditionally.

That night, I had run through the rain to get to the police station. Wanda even got into a car accident when she chased after me. She mustered all her strength to crawl out from under the car and grabbed my ankle with her bloody hand.

"Go home, James. I'll handle the rest."

I naively believed that she would seek justice for me and Mom. I refused to believe that Mom would take her own life and leave me behind.

I never would have guessed that my own father and wife would betray me.

…

The next day, I showed up at Mason's birthday party in a disheveled state.

Mason had one arm intimately wrapped around Wanda's slender waist as he excitedly showed off the gold ring she had given him. It was a family heirloom that had been passed down in the Foster family for generations.

The way he behaved made it seem as if he was Wanda's actual husband.

Everyone turned to look at me when I stepped into the hall. Some looked at me with disdain, while some looked at me with a mocking glint in their eyes.

Meanwhile, Wanda looked completely at ease. She spread her arms in my direction, probably assuming that I was there to pathetically beg her for reconciliation.

Unfortunately for her, she would be disappointed.

"Wanda, was Mason the one who killed Mom? You're his accomplice, aren't you?"

Wanda's breath hitched in her throat, but the remorse in her eyes swiftly disappeared.

"It's Mason's birthday today! Don't cause any trouble."

Dad also rushed down the stage and slapped me hard across my face.

I finally accepted the truth when I saw them exchange cautious glances with one another.

Everything in the video had been real.

Just then, Mason threw himself at me with bloodshot eyes.

"James, I know that Mrs. Gulliver hated that she couldn't kill me while she was alive, but we're supposed to rely on each other for the rest of our lives. I'm begging you. Please don't hurt me anymore. I'll forget about how you tortured me in the past. I'll be good and listen to everything you say."

He revealed the scars on his arms as he spoke, looking pitiful.

Wanda's heart ached terribly when she saw the scars. She frowned deeply and shot a disappointed look at me, snapping, "He's your brother, James. How could you abuse him like that?"

The guests inhaled sharply and began discussing among themselves.

"James' mother tried to murder Mason, but she ended up killing herself instead. She got what she deserved."

"I had no idea that James was such a shameless man. He hurt Mason just because he wanted Wanda all for himself. Old virgins like him are always causing problems."

"He and his mother must have gotten used to harassing others to get their way. In the end, they're just despicable people who came from the sticks. They'll never change their terrible ways."

The image of Mom falling from the window flashed through my mind as the guests bombarded me with a barrage of criticism.

I couldn't take it anymore. When I finally snapped back to my senses, I realized that I had clamped my hands around Mason's neck.

"I'm going to make you pay with your life!"

Mason thrashed wildly in my hold.

In the next second, a massive force roughly shoved me aside.

Wanda raised a trembling hand and slapped me with all her might.

"What do you think you're doing, James?" she roared. "I want you to tell everyone the truth now! You're the one who slandered Mason! You and your mother were the ones who harassed him! If you don't…"

She suddenly lowered her voice. Her tone was gentle yet immeasurably cruel when she said, "If you don't, I'll destroy your mother's grave. It's her death anniversary today, isn't it?"