The Cuckolded Wife

"Since you're all so curious about the surprise, let's all take a look together," Andrew said.

However, as soon as the rowdy crowd entered the room, they fell silent. I stepped out of the bathroom, only to find everyone staring at me.

It was the same suffocating gaze that made me want to vomit.

In my previous lifetime, this feeling loomed over me like a constant shadow. No matter where I went, I was subjected to everyone's criticisms and scathing remarks.

They said that I was an unfaithful woman who went looking for other men despite having such a wonderful husband. They said that I deserved to be publicly humiliated.

If not for Andrew's generosity, things wouldn't have merely ended in a divorce. Instead, I would probably have been taken to court.

I hadn't done anything. I was the victim. That man had forced himself upon me.

But no one believed me.

"Darling? What's going—"

Before Andrew could finish speaking, I cut him off, saying, "I've called the police. We can talk about this once the police get here."

Then, I walked past him and took his birthday present out of the cabinet.

Back in my previous lifetime, I had spent many days carefully preparing his gift so that I could surprise him on his birthday, for it was also our anniversary.

We had spent seven whole years together. During that time, I felt as if I had lived a fairytale life. I ended up forgetting that there was no escaping reality. His love for me had never been real.

Smiling at the crowd, I lifted the gift box in the air, saying, "You guys came to see the surprise, right?"

I opened the box to reveal a small glass sculpture of a couple. It was Andrew and me. The two tiny figures were huddled close together, cradling a clock in their arms. The hour hand was pointing at the seventh hour.

Intrigued by the gift, everyone started discussing it among themselves.

"Oh, my! Mrs. Stone really put in a lot of effort. I'm sure it wasn't to make that."

"They're such a loving couple. I'm so envious of them!"

"Didn't any of you realize that today is their seventh anniversary? Look at the clock! It's pointing at the number seven, too."

"Whoa! That's so sweet."

Andrew's face lit up with joy. Reaching out to take the gift, he said, "Thanks, darling. I love it."

However, just as he was about to make contact with the sculpture, it fell to the floor and shattered. The crisp sound plunged the room into silence once more as the two figures now lay apart from each other.

"Let's get a divorce, Andrew."

Soon, the news went viral. The headlines all claimed that our seemingly fairytale-like marriage was a facade, for I had asked for a divorce on our anniversary.

All of the media outlets fought to be the first to publish an article about this situation. We had seemed like the picture-perfect married couple. Why would our marriage end in divorce?

Thanks to all of Andrew's high-profile proclamations of his love for me, this situation proved to be even more humiliating than it needed to be.

It had been several days since he last came home, and I was more than happy to have my peace and quiet. I busied myself packing my things, but alas, someone came along and disturbed the peace.

My mother-in-law, Rose Burton, came barging into the house. She pushed aside the housekeeper and marched up to me. Before I could even say a single word, she slapped me hard on the face.

"What did I ever do to deserve this? I never approved of your relationship in the first place. It was Andrew who pleaded with me and promised me that you two would have a happy marriage, but look at what you did!" Rose screeched.

"The fact that a country bumpkin like you managed to latch onto a fine young man from a wealthy family like Andrew is something you should be counting your lucky stars for. It's one thing for you to take it for granted. But since Andrew loves you, I can't say much about it as his mother.

"You've even been married for four years now without producing a grandchild for the family. Yet, Andrew comes to your defense every time. Still, here you are asking for a divorce!"

Rose was red in the face with anger. The more she said, the more furious she became. She even raised her hand to slap me again, but I grabbed her by the wrist before she could.

"And?" I questioned icily. "I've already asked Andrew for a divorce. Do you think that I'll be too scared to slap you back?"

"How dare you threaten me!" Rose shrieked.