My Husbands Second Wife Is My Best Friend

I froze. My body froze. But before I could speak, Livia spoke first, her voice trembling, full of tears.

"Never mind, Samuel. It's my fault. I made Agnes angry. Maybe... I shouldn't have married you. Anyone would hate me in her shoes."

I fell silent. Livia burst into tears. Samuel immediately hugged her, not me, his wife, but her.

"I'm sorry, Samuel. I didn't mean to provoke a fight. I can accept that Agnes slapped me."

Her tears fell, but the corners of her lips turned up in a sly smile.

"Never mind, dear. You're not at fault, she is! She's a useless wife. A stupid wife!" Samuel said, rubbing Livia's cheek.

I clenched my fist. That woman had taken Samuel's heart.

"She's lying, Samuel!" I exclaimed. "I wouldn't have started if she hadn't accused me first!"

"Shut up, Agnes! You talk too much!" snapped Samuel.

His shout hurt more than any slap.

"Answer me!" she cried. "You don't like Livia being my second wife, do you?"

I looked at Livia, who was now smiling contentedly. I nodded slowly.

"She's my best friend. She stabbed me in the back. And you, my husband... she took you away from me. How can I not be angry?"

"Shut your mouth!" she snapped. "It's not entirely Livia's fault. I'm the one who loves her! She's more perfect than you."

I looked down. It was useless. Samuel would never defend me.

"He's just... too emotional. I know he didn't mean to hurt me," Livia said, her voice soft as an angel's. But I knew she was a demon.

"Get some cold water to compress the bruises," Samuel ordered me.

Funny. I was the one who got hurt by the broken glass when I fell, but I was the one told to serve him.

Samuel lifted Livia into his arms. Before leaving, he deliberately pushed me. It's a good thing I fell on the sofa, not the floor.

Livia kissed Samuel on the cheek and waved goodbye to me. As if I'm just a maid in this house.

I bit my lip until it bled, then went to get some cold water anyway.

When I entered the room, they were already sitting on the bed. Laughing. Hand in hand.

Samuel turned his head sharply.

"Agnes! Don't know etiquette? Knock first!"

I looked at him. Then said softly, "This is my room, Samuel." he didn't care. Instead, he handed me a medicine box.

"Treat the wound."

"I can do it myself. I don't want to bother Agnes," Livia said.

"It's not about the hassle. I want her to learn responsibility," Samuel said.

I sat down and started applying compresses to Livia's face. She immediately screamed. "Ouch, that hurts!"

Then a slap landed on my cheek. It was hot.

"Slow down! Take good care of her!" Samuel snapped again.

“Sorry...” I whispered.

I held back tears. I wouldn't give Livia that satisfaction.

"Take care of her. I'm going out for a while. Don't hurt her again. She's the wife I love the most!"

After Samuel left, Livia smiled coldly.

“See who he's defending now?”

I gave her a sharp look. "That's enough, Livia. I know you're pretending."

“Remember your wedding anniversary party last year?”

I didn't answer.

“This bed...” she said, patting the mattress, "this is where Samuel and I made love while you were in prison. He says this blanket always reminds him of me."

My hands clenched into fists.

"The ring on your finger? It's fake. The real one is on my ring finger." My tears fall.

"That jewelry from your wedding gift? I have it too. Samuel bought two. He said it suits me."

I was devastated. But beneath the devastation, there was an ember that began to burn. And this time... I won't be silent anymore.