The Mistress Accused Me of Being the HomewreckerChapter 1
When I was three months pregnant, my husband's mistress sued me—and then demanded that I abort my baby.
She said, "As a fellow woman, I'm giving you one last chance. Write a statement promising to cut ties with my husband and get rid of the child, and I'll withdraw the lawsuit. I won't make you pay."
So in her mind, I was the mistress.
A sudden chill ran through my body, but I forced myself to look calm as I met her gaze.
However, she mistook my silence for guilt, her posture growing even more condescending—like a legitimate wife scolding an interloper.
"You're an educated woman. You don't want me blowing this up and ruining your entire social life, do you?"
A cold smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
She had investigated everything—everything except the fact that I had a marriage certificate with the man she called her husband.
Just then, a message from Gerald popped up on my phone.
[Stella has a strong sense of morality. If she finds out she's actually the other woman, she won't be able to bear it.]
[I'll make it up to you. For now, just go along with her.]
Two short lines—and they shattered me completely.
I took out my marriage certificate and slid it across the table toward her.
"Miss, you missed a rather important detail."
——
She froze.
Her expression twisted, but she still snatched up the document and opened it quickly.
When her eyes landed on the registration information, her face turned even uglier.
Her fingers trembled as she held the booklet.
I watched her quietly, though the storm in my chest was no less violent than hers.
This was the first time I'd ever had to deal with Gerald's infidelity.
And I knew it would also be the last.
The woman finally set the certificate down and pushed it back toward me. Then—pretending to be perfectly composed—she opened her bag and took out another marriage certificate, sliding it to me.
"Ms. Ruiz, do you think I'd sit here in front of you if I weren't absolutely certain?"
I picked it up and opened it.
My hands trembled when I saw the date.
May 20th.
The same day we registered our marriage.
The pain was suffocating—like my heart was being crushed from the inside.
"You forged this," I said quietly. "Trying to cover up your lie?"
Stella kept her 'rightful wife' posture, lifting her chin proudly.