After My Wife’s Betrayal, My Perfect Revenge Began

I certainly understood how much pain Alan was in right now. An accident took away his health and future, which was indeed a significant blow.

But that's not a reason for him to have someone else's wife take care of him.

I've seen how Rebecca took care of Alan. He lay in the hospital bed with a look of utter despair, while she patiently stayed by his side, telling him jokes to cheer him up. Whatever he wanted to eat, she went out of her way to get it for him, even if it meant running across several blocks.

We've been married for so many years, yet she probably didn't even know what I liked to eat.

"I'm not arguing with you," I said, taking a deep breath and trying to reason with her. "Over the years, both Alan and I have seen how much you've done for him. I was willing to wait for you before, but I can't wait any longer. I'm truly fed up. Let's get a divorce. You can rightfully marry Alan, and I'll step aside for you two."

In my past life, I was always understanding and compromising.

But what did I get in return? They kept pushing their limits, step by step.

Five years went by, and no matter how much I gave or tolerated, she never looked back at me even once.

I was not the one who caused Alan's injury and disability. Why should I pay for someone else's life?

I hung up the phone and then called Rebecca's parents.

"Hello, why are you kids so late? Rebecca's aunt is coming back today, and the restaurant is already booked. Why haven't you arrived yet?"

There was a slight tone of reproach, as if speaking to a child who doesn't know better.

Although it's always Rebecca who made excuses to her family, after doing it so many times, I inevitably got blamed as well.

I politely told her, "Rebecca can't make it today. She'll explain the reason to you herself. Since she's not going, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to attend alone. So, I'll skip it too. Let Rebecca explain to her aunt herself."

"What's going on?" Rebecca's mother Doris sounded worried. "Is something wrong with Rebecca?"

Since she asked, I told her the truth. "Rebecca's friend is having surgery again today, and she's gone to take care of him."

Doris sounded angry upon hearing this. "What friend? How come I don't know about this friend? Is someone else's matter more important than her own aunt?"

I wanted to laugh.

How could an unrelated friend be more important than a blood relative? Anyone would understand this, but Rebecca never did.

She used me as a scapegoat to fool her parents and relatives.

Because, in her heart, nothing was more important than Alan.

Not long after I hung up, Rebecca called, questioning why I told her parents about Alan.

"You did this yourself. I have no obligation to cover for you. Besides, I've sent you the divorce agreement. Take a look, and if there are no issues, let's get the divorce done as soon as possible."

Rebecca's voice was tinged with suppressed urgency. "I don't know what's gotten into you today, but there's nothing between Alan and me. You don't have to be paranoid. About Auntie Esther..."

I interrupted her. "Whether you and Alan are innocent or deeply in love doesn't concern me. There's no love between us. Getting divorced sooner will be a relief for both of us. You can explain to Auntie Esther yourself; I won't help you."

As adults, we should be responsible for our actions instead of pushing innocent people to take the fall.

"How can you be so heartless!" Rebecca suddenly became anxious. "Do you know that Alan just posted another update? Even in his pain, he tells everyone to be strong and brave. How can you not empathize with him at all? You're not even a fraction of the man he is."

Of course, I know what kind of act Alan puts on social media, creating an image of a brave and strong person to garner sympathy and pity.

But what did he do behind the screen?

He lay on his bed, wallowing in self-pity and taking it for granted that someone else's wife should take care of him. Where was the bravery and strength in that?

When he's in pain, his legs hurt, during rehab, or surgery—every single thing required Rebecca's care. He even called her at night when he couldn't sleep or needed help turning over.

How pathetic.

I said coldly, "You're absolutely right. I'm not worthy. I'm sure you can't wait to leave me. Let's get the divorce done tomorrow."