The Cuckolded Wife

"Fine. So be it. Since you're so keen to leave, I'll tell him to let you have your way," Rose declared, her eyes flashing briefly with glee.

She fell silent and observed my response, but I was about to disappoint her. I didn't show any sign of sadness or regret. None at all.

With a look of indifference, I smirked maliciously, "Sure, but I'm afraid that while I'm willing to get a divorce, your son might not be."

Rose glowered at me and retorted, "Impossible! A promiscuous woman like you isn't welcomed in our family!"

After looking at my suitcase, she continued, "Are you so eager to leave? Well, go on then. The further you go, the better!"

While speaking, she started shoving me out of the house.

However, right as we reached the front door, a black Maybach pulled up, and Andrew stepped out of the car. Although he was smiling, his expression was icy.

"What are you two doing, Mom?"

In the end, Andrew brought me back inside. Alas, Rose didn't come with us.

Just moments ago, he stood before me and questioned her, "Mom, shouldn't you be on holiday with Dad right now? Why did you come back here?"

Rose's smile was a little stiff as she replied, "Since a major scandal broke out in the family, I-I decided to cut the trip short to check on things."

"Does Dad know about that?" Andrew asked.

It was a simple expression of concern, but that was enough to make Rose's expression stiffen.

She immediately rushed off without saying another word. I stood silently beside Andrew throughout that whole exchange as if I were invisible.

At last, Andrew turned around and tried to take my hand, saying, "Everything's fine now, darling. I'm sorry that you had to deal with that. It must've been hurtful."

However, I avoided his hand and instinctively stepped backward.

"Let's get a divorce," I said curtly. "There's nothing more for us to discuss."

Andrew didn't immediately try to protest. Instead, he looked thoughtful and even a little aggrieved.

Had anyone else seen us, it would've seemed like I was being particularly unreasonable and kicking up a fuss for no reason. Only I knew just how revolting this display of his was.

Andrew sighed and seemed to acknowledge his wrongdoing. "Is it because you're jealous, darling? There's really nothing going on between that actress and me."

He was referring to Charlotte Sherwood, an award-winning actress who was all the rage right now. The two of them frequently attended the same high-profile events.

While it seemed like they were merely the barest of acquaintances, the paparazzi would always publish articles claiming that the two were a match made in heaven.

At first, no one cared about such gossip.

However, in my previous lifetime, after that incident, more and more people started saying that I wasn't good enough for Andrew and that Charlotte was the best person for him. I might not have even become his wife had it not been because he met me first.

Incited by the online discourse, I went wild trying to cause trouble for Charlotte. The more I went after her, the more Andrew defended her. In the end, he even cast me aside for her.

"You need to calm down, Ella," he said. That made me lose my mind.

I publicly castigated Charlotte for being a homewrecker and ruined her reputation for good, and I paid the price for that. Andrew had me institutionalized in a psychiatric care facility, and he swiftly released a statement.

He apologized for my actions before explaining that he and Charlotte only dealt with each other on a professional level. He went on to claim that despite the various problems I was afflicted with, he was willing to stay by my side forever.

His performance garnered him much praise, while I became the outcast of society.

But it was all a lie. It was all a facade.

Back in reality, the sudden ringing of a phone broke the silence.

It was Ian Sherwood, Charlotte's brother, who was calling Andrew. He moved to answer the call without hesitation.

Alas, I was quicker than him. I immediately grabbed the phone and rejected the call.

For the first time ever, Andrew scowled at me and questioned, "What the hell are you doing?"