But in the end, years of love couldn’t withstand betrayal.
Daniel had cheated. And Emily was only one year younger than my son.
My husband was lying next to me while, at the same time, sharing himself with another woman.
Just thinking about it made my world collapse, and nausea twisted in my stomach.
Yesterday, I secretly obtained Emily Miller’s hair and sent it to a hospital for testing.
With some help, I might even get the results by this afternoon.
My son reached out his tiny hand to wipe away my tears, his face full of worry.
I quickly steadied myself. I had already packed my suitcase and was preparing to leave.
Just then, my phone began to ring incessantly.
My eyelids twitched as a wave of dread washed over me.
When I opened it, countless private messages from different social platforms flooded in—each one filled with malicious insults.
The scene was exactly the same as in my previous life.
My hands trembled as I clicked on the top trending headline.
#FourPeopleShareOneBowl Shameless Adults Refill Again and Again#
The post was a video: the noodle shop owner’s loud accusations, paired with surveillance footage of me and my son.
Enraged netizens immediately doxxed us, exposing my social media accounts, along with every detail about my son and me.
Even his school teacher called me.
The fallout was serious—too serious. I decided not to send him to school for the time being.
My son looked at me, bewildered, while I forced myself to stay calm.
Would I, like in my previous life, still hold crucial evidence in my hands?
I had to report this to the police.
Anyone who tried to frame me would pay the price.
But the moment I opened the door, a familiar figure barged in, his face twisted with impatience.
Without hesitation, Daniel Carter jabbed a finger at me and roared:
“Rachel Bennett, can’t you behave for once? You’re not the Bennett family’s princess anymore! Do you realize how much damage this scandal has done to my company?”
“All you do is sit around all day—eating my food, drinking my drinks, spending my money. I’m sick of it!”
I stared at Daniel in disbelief.
I never imagined he would say such words. Back then, I had willingly given up my identity as the Bennett heiress just to marry him.
I had handed over my inheritance to support his startup.
And now that he was successful, he dared to accuse me of spending his money.