Married Three Years... Only to Discover I'm the Mistress

Sitting in the car, Noelle screamed at the top of her lungs, piercing and hysterical.

"Damn! Even the bitch's kid is a little bitch! What are you crying for? Cry again, and I'll drag you out and beat you!"

"Noelle!" I screamed and lunged toward the car, but a high heel shot out and tripped me. I slammed hard onto the ground.

Myra stood there with her arms crossed, looking down at me with a cold, mocking smile.

Someone immediately grabbed me and yanked me upright, then slapped me across the face. "Our goddess already gave you a chance to leave, but you just had to stick around to get beaten, huh?"

"Stupid bitch! Watch me beat you to death today!"

My mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. I fiercely bit into that person's hand. He howled and jerked back in pain.

Clenching my jaw, I ripped the wedding ring off my finger and hurled it at his face. "I am George Pearce's wife. You all will pay for this!"

Someone caught the ring. The moment they saw it, their expressions changed.

"Stellar Oath? This is the invaluable ring Mr. Pearce bought at the auction back then. There's only one in the world. How could it be on her hand?"

"Wait… Didn't Mr. Pearce say that was meant to be his wedding ring?"

I spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and stared at them coldly. "Let me go, and I'll consider not pursuing this matter."

"Hah! You still dare use such a shoddy copy to scam people?"

A nearly identical ring was tossed in my direction. Myra had taken it out of her bag and looked at me with disdain. "Ms. Miller, I didn't expect you to copy me to this extent. Even a replica of Stellar Oath isn't cheap."

My breath caught in my throat. "Impossible… He personally put that ring on my finger after the auction. Where did you get a fake?"

A slap landed squarely on my face.

Myra frowned, clearly irritated. "I'm so sick of you! I gave you chance after chance, and you still insist on clinging to me and my husband."

She then pulled out a stack of documents and flung them straight at my face. "Look carefully and then tell me who's the real homewrecker here!"

The marriage certificate fell open in front of me, the same one I had once believed was edited. It now lay there, real and undeniable. The names on it, George Pearce and Myra Larson, were jarring.

George…

My hands trembled as I picked up the scattered photos one by one. From childhood to adulthood, from school to workplace, and from youth to maturity…

The two of them running hand in hand to school, George taking a big bite out of Myra's ice cream, and the two of them leaning against each other in an amusement park at night, smiling brightly…

They… had known each other for a long time… They had been married for five years…

In an instant, my three-year marriage turned into a joke.

A set of car keys hit my face as Myra spoke indifferently, "Please leave now. Take care of yourself."

"Noelle?" a familiar voice suddenly rang out. "What are you doing? Stop!"

It was George.

Sirens wailed in the distance.

"It's okay. Don't cry. Daddy's here…" George lifted Noelle out of the car.

Meanwhile, the police immediately pushed the crowd aside.

When George saw me, his expression shifted. He handed Noelle to Clyde, then turned to me. "Rach, what happened here…"

Before he could finish, I slapped him hard across the face.

He clutched his cheek, staring at me in shock. "Rach?"

"How does it feel to have your cake and eat it too?"

He froze. "What are you talking about?"

I threw the marriage certificate between him and Myra straight at him. "I want a divorce. Noelle stays with me."

With that, I turned to take Noelle.

George reached out in panic. "Rach, this must be some kind of misunderstanding. You're my only one…"

His words came to a halt abruptly as Myra walked over.

The moment he saw her, his outstretched hand froze, and his expression hardened. "It's you…"