After getting married, I discovered that I was actually a mistress.

After getting home, I texted him to come back.

He immediately called back.

I hung up, and he called again, I hung up once more.

Ten minutes later, I heard the sound of the door opening.

"What's wrong, honey? Is it urgent?" His face was pale as he looked around nervously, rushing over to hug me without even taking off his shoes.

Remembering how he had just been flirting with another woman, I picked up the trash can and vomited into it.

The physical and mental torment of the day overwhelmed me, and I couldn't hold back my wails.

His face changed drastically, and he panicked, picking me up: "Carol, what's wrong? Let's go to the hospital!"

"Slap——"

I slapped him with all my might.

"We're getting a divorce!"

The words had left my mouth before I realized.

We never got a marriage certificate; we only took a few posed photos, not even wearing a wedding dress.

We've known each other for eight years, been in love for five.

These five years made me feel unprecedented happiness.

The moments of these five years even made me forget that we weren't legally married.

Now I understand, I am the despicable other woman...

The sour feeling in my heart was uncontrollable.

His face tilted slightly from the slap, looking at me in shock.

He didn't know why my attitude had changed so suddenly but still patiently coaxed me.

"Carol, can you tell me what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

He always coaxed me like this, even when I was being unreasonable.

I almost shouted at the top of my lungs: "You have a child with Ross! Today she was choosing a wedding dress for your anniversary! You even took her to the sushi place I like, do you want me to continue?"

Speaking these sentences exhausted me.

I hugged my arms tightly, squatting down, enduring the sound of my sobs.

He grabbed my hand, eager to explain: "Believe me, it's not what you think."

"Carol, listen to me, I and she are just..."

"What is it? Are you still going to lie to me? Why didn't you tell me? Why did you lie to me! You're already married! Why didn't you tell me!"

After saying this, I felt my throat tighten, and I couldn't even cry out loud.

His expression changed drastically, and his voice became hoarse: "Carol, I have my reasons."

Hearing this, my heart felt as if it was tightly gripped by a large hand, the pain overwhelming.

"Get out, I never want to see you in my life."

Adams numbly knelt beside me, opened his mouth, and ultimately said nothing.

It seemed to be true; he was indeed married to Ross, and they had a child.