After My Husband's LiesChapter 1 My Husband's Betrayal
My husband had an affair with my "best friend" Belle Brown.
To divorce me, he schemed to make me isolated and estranged.
My son, whom I carried for nine months, said he hated me. My parents forbade me from returning to their house, and the neighbors treated me like a rat crossing the street.
I thought I was a complete mess and even considered suicide.
When I finally woke up, I regained the moral high ground and made the bastard and bitch pay the price.
You want to leave with nothing?
I'll never go easy on you.
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The car behind forcefully cut in, causing me to step on the gas, and my car crashed into the back of another vehicle.
I confronted the driver with the video from my car's recorder and unexpectedly discovered nauseating sounds recorded in the video.
My husband cheated on me with my "best friend" Belle Brown.
At that moment, my scalp went numb, my spine felt cold, and I felt like the world was spinning. I almost fainted.
I met my husband Liam Miller in the first year of high school, and we had been together for seven years.
After six years of marriage, we had always been loving and had a lovely son.
I thought I was the happiest woman in the world.
I never thought that Liam, who was considered a good husband by everyone, would cheat on me.
My car had a flat tire, and I drove Liam's because I was in a hurry to meet a client.
Perhaps they forgot that the driving recorder would not only record images outside the vehicle but also the sound inside the car.
They were not only being intimate in the car but also discussing how to plot against me.
Liam and Belle conspired to divorce me and leave me with nothing after everyone turned against me.
The heart-wrenching pain and the terrifying betrayal lingered in my mind as if I were in the abyss of despair. There was a moment when I thought about ending my life.
"Dad, can you divorce Anna Smith? I want Miss Brown to be my mom."
The voice of my son in the video brought me back to my senses.
My son, whom I carried for nine months, had said more than once that he hated me and wished I were dead.
He was only five years old and didn't know how to lie. Every word came from the bottom of his heart.
Hearing that, I felt despair deep down.
I had doubted myself over and over again, wondering how terrible I must be for my once-dependent son to say such hurtful words.