After My Ex Betrayed Me, I Put His Mistress in Jail1-Chapter 1
At my birthday party, we played the "Truth or Dare" game and the loser had to call a friend of the opposite sex and say, "I'm pregnant".
In front of me, Carrie Wood called the number marked "Husband". And the next second, my husband's phone rang.
A drunk friend started to egg him on. "Don't you two usually wear protection?"
My husband pressed decline and said half-jokingly, "If it really is mine, my wife'll have her aborted tomorrow!”
My gaze fell sharply on her lower abdomen. "There's no need to wait for tomorrow. I can make her miscarry right now.”
My husband paused for a second before sputtering, "Can't you tell that I'm just kidding?"
I smashed the bottle, held its neck tightly and sneered disdainfully. "Well, I'm not."
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The crack of breaking glass froze everyone at the table. So much so that Mark Jefferson, my husband, failed to hear my last words.
And yet, it did not stop him from instinctively standing up and blocking my icy glare at Carrie.
"Honey, it's rare for us to get together to celebrate your birthday. What's this all about?"
“I'm giving you a chance to explain.”
Suddenly, Mark lost his temper and swept my birthday cake to the floor. "Explain? It's just a game. There's nothing to explain!"
"You're so set to make a scene, aren’t you? Are you happy now?"
Normally, Mark could remain calm even in times of crisis. I only tested him casually and yet his reaction was strange.
Wasn't it the classic case of anger and humiliation caused by a guilty conscience?
It was true that the final ritual of a birthday party was that the birthday girl inevitably got smeared with birthday cake, but right now, the sticky mess on the top of my foot made me feel so disgusted.
Seeing me covered in cake, Carrie could not help but smile. She let out a cheer and called her friend to play with the cake, acting as if everything that just happened was truly nothing but a joke.
She was the first one who smeared the cream from the floor to my face. "Sis, it's just a name. I've been calling Mark "husband" for a long time. You're not really going to get jealous over one contact name, are you?”
She provocatively looped an arm around Mark’s neck and whispered affectionately, “Husband, say something!”