After I Left My Husband's House, the Scumbag Regretted it

　　My sister-in-law complained on social media that I had sex with my husband every day.

　　She couldn't stand the noise.

　　My best friend saw it and forwarded it to me.

　　She joked how intimate my husband and I were.

　　But what they didn't know was,

　　I was not the one sleeping with my husband.

　　"Oh my God. During my pregnancy, my sister-in-law and her husband had sex upstairs every day. Their voices were so loud and it was really embarrassing."

　　My best friend, Ellia, sitting opposite me, read out the text on her phone.

　　"Ellia, what are you reading? Who is having sex every day?"

　　I looked at her in confusion.

　　"You're playing dumb with me, Daisy. Look at this profile picture. Isn't it Rebecca?"

　　Hearing it, I trembled in surprise and snatched her phone away.

　　After confirming that the complainant was my sister-in-law, Rebecca, who I had helped with all my heart and soul, I fell silent.

　　But Ellia mistook my silence as shyness. She joked,

　　"What's wrong? Are you shy? I didn't expect you still have flames!

　　"Aaron is still potent. But my husband, Mark, always has an erection problem. You're so enviable."

　　...

　　Ellia was still nagging, but my countenance became more and more gloomy when I heard that. I said in a deep voice,

　　"It's not me."

　　"What did you say?"

　　"I said, the person who sleeps with Aaron every day is not me."

　　Yes, the person, who according to Rebecca, slept with my husband every day, was not me.

　　Ever since I gave birth to our daughter, Clara, I was out of shape. Aaron disliked me so much that he wouldn't bother to spare a glance at me, let alone sharing a bed with me.

　　If I remembered correctly, we had married for more than ten years. We had slept in separate rooms for more than ten years.

　　For so many years, I had no desire for him, but he was good at acting in front of outsiders, so people around always thought that we were in love.

　　It was not rare for men to have affairs. Over the past few years, Aaron had been fooling around outside. I knew what was going on, but I just turned a blind eye to it.

　　After all, life had to go on.

　　But I didn't expect that he would push his luck and bring his mistress home.

　　But who was the woman this time?

　　Insensitive as Ellia was, she was silent after hearing such a shocking piece of news.

　　But I suddenly remembered one thing. Why didn't I see Rebecca's post?

　　I picked up my phone and confirmed it again. I realized that I had been blocked.

　　It made sense. She wouldn't complain about me in front of me.

　　"Ellia, I want to use your phone."

　　Hearing this, Ellia handed her phone to me without saying a word.

　　I clicked on Rebecca's Instagram and found that I had been mentioned frequently in her posts.

　　However, she was complaining about me all the time.

　　"How terrible it is to have a bossy sister-in-law."

　　She complained about how my preparing everyday nutritious breakfast for her during her pregnancy affected her sleep. I did that because I knew she had some stomach problems.

　　"My sister-in-law always interferes in my business. Can she shut up? Bitch!"

　　In this post, she complained that I asked her not to drink with her friends during her pregnancy. I did so because drinking was not good for the child.

　　...

　　The last sentence of the complaint was a vicious curse.

　　"I hope my sister-in-law will die this year. The earlier, the better. Everyone, please help me pray!"

　　Reading it, my eyes went black and the phone fell onto the table.

　　I didn't expect that Rebecca, whom I treated as my own sister, would hate me so much.