When My Husband's Affair Killed Our Son, I Took Revenge

“He’s resting. Anything you want to say to him, you can say to me instead.”

Audrey led me to her office. She didn’t waste time and told me she was pregnant.

“Just hit three months. The doctor says it’s a boy.”

“Jack already knows. He’s thrilled and said he’ll divorce you before the baby’s born.”

I quietly started recording on my phone, capturing every word of Audrey’s endless talking.

She shared a lot. She said Jack wasn’t that busy; he just didn’t want to see me. She said they’d known each other for a long time.

“On Valentine’s Day, he told you he had a business trip, but he actually took me to Bali. He grabbed some random souvenirs at the airport to brush you off.”

“Last year, when you had that car accident, he said he was working overtime, but he was with me.”

“And last month, when you were hospitalized for appendicitis…”

Audrey's smile grew wider.

“Jack asked the doctor to give you double the anesthesia so he could stay with me.”

“While you were in pain and unconscious, we were having fun in the room next to yours.”

“But that’s nothing. The most exciting part was on the anniversary of your son’s death.”

“Jack didn’t even bother changing. He came straight to me. While we were together, your son’s memorial photo was right next to the bed…”

Seeing Audrey’s smug expression, I couldn’t hold back the rage anymore. I grabbed the hot water from the table and threw it at her.

Before I could set the cup down, Jack rushed in front of me. He shoved me aside and wrapped his arms around Audrey protectively.

“Nora, what are you doing? If you have a problem, come to me. What kind of person bullies a young girl?”

The anger inside me was about to explode. I stared at him in silence.

This man, who had once shielded me from everything, who defended me against rumors, was now standing on the other side, protecting his mistress.

The pain in my heart had long since turned numb. I wiped the water from my hands, looked up at Jack and said coldly, “Looks like you still don’t understand what real bullying is.”

With that, I grabbed Audrey by the hair and slammed her head against the marble counter. Then I kicked Jack in the groin.

Before they could react, I picked up the fruit knife from the table and walked toward them slowly, both of them wailing in pain.