After Ten Years of Betrayal, I Embraced His Rival

The following day, Paul Garcia arrived home early, carrying a large box in his arms.

"Della, there's a dinner party tonight, and they want me to attend with my wife. Would you come with me?"

I took the box from him and opened it to find a stunning Victorian-style dress inside, topped off by a diamond necklace that was more impressive than Romina's.

"Alright, I'll try it on."

For years, he always expected me to accompany him to such gatherings, but the dresses and jewelry had always been my own. This was the first time he had bought a gown for me.

I figured it wouldn't fit well; after all, he hadn't been close to me in years and had no idea whether I had gained or lost weight.

As soon as I stepped into the room, Romina barged in after me. She shoved me aside and rudely grabbed the Victorian dress from the box, tearing at it aggressively.

"Della Ortiz, you don't deserve such a beautiful dress! If it weren't for you, all this would be mine!"

After ripping the dress, she pulled the diamond necklace until it broke into several pieces, then tossed it at my face. She even hurt her finger in the process, breaking the skin with the force of her actions.

I wasn't angry because as soon as she pulled out the dress, I realized it wasn't even my size. I used to have a bit of baby fat, but I've gotten much slimmer in recent years.

Since it wasn't suitable for me anyway, I didn't care that it got ruined.

Calmly, I gathered the fragments from the floor and put them back into the box, addressing her without bothering to look up.

"Romina, you were the one who was so eager to get married abroad back then, so why pin the blame on me?"

That's when a knock sounded on the door, followed by Paul's voice urging us from outside.

Suddenly, Romina burst into tears, throwing herself into Paul's arms and showing him her bleeding finger.

"Brother, I just wanted to admire that beautiful dress, but she accused me of making everything dirty and then ripped the dress and necklace. I tried to stop her, but I got injured."

Paul's eyes fell on the shredded gown in my hands, and anger flared across his face. He strode over to me and slapped me hard.

"Della Ortiz! You've gone too far! I've told you before, the divorce is just a temporary measure—why must you bully Romina?"

I clutched my burning cheek, tears welling up. This was the second time he hit me because of Romina.

Having lived my life over again, I still couldn’t escape Romina's torment.

Unable to hold back, I retaliated verbally: "Paul Garcia, do I really seem like the type to do something like this? We've been married for ten years—don’t you know me by now?"

"And be honest with yourself—was the divorce really just a temporary measure?"

It seemed I struck a nerve; his expression faltered, and he stared at me, unable to offer any explanation.

He then took Romina's hand. "I don't have time for your nonsense. Romina will accompany me tonight; you stay home and think things over. If you don't know how, look online for how to be a proper sister-in-law!"

With that, he left with Romina without a backward glance.