I was not going to let those scumbags get away with it.
Just as my thoughts spiraled, an unfamiliar number rang.
I took a deep breath before answering the call.
"Who's speaking?"
A mocking lady's voice came through. My sworn rival, Yvonne Shonda.
"Well, look at that. You're still alive! I thought you were dead. Jason Moore was so eagerly introducing his replacement wife."
Being frenemies for so many years, I knew she would just call to mock me.
I ignored her mockings and asked, "What did you see?"
She snickered. "Looks like you aren't that stupid after all. There's an industry networking event over here. Your husband’s been going around introducing his new fiancee to everyone."
She added, "I just sent you the address."
I looked at the address. It was an hour's car ride from where I was. How dare they be so brazen, so close to where I was?
I sneered. Fiancee?
The gall he had. How could his legal wife miss out on such a lively event?
…
I headed straight to the address. I had just gotten into the car when I received Jason's message.
[Honey, aren't you home? I happened to check the pet cam in the living room to check on the cats, and I didn't see you around.]
He had been awfully concerned about me recently, worried about my health and mental situation. It turned out that it was only because he was worried I might spoil his fun.
I snickered and replied with a photo.
[Ida's here. We're having a coffee downstairs.]
In less than a second, Jason sent a reply.
[You should probably stick to fruit juices. Doctor's orders.]
He attached a photo of himself at work. What a great actor, sticking to his act to a tee.
All those years, he always informed me where he was, and I never once suspected him.
Yvonne's hotel had great security. With that high level of a networking event, the security system had to be flawless.
Through the very clear security footage, I saw Jason wading through the crowds with Philippa by his side.
He held his hand around her waist as they went around, raising glasses to the other guests.
Philippa was wearing a champagne-colored long gown. I was familiar with the gown.
Jason showed me a photo of it last month and said, "This gown would suit you a lot."
However, it ended up on another woman.
They were talking to a few important guests. I recognized one of them. Albert Chandler, an investor whom Jason and I worked with before.
Philippa nodded and smiled gently. Jason was beaming at her, his eyes filled with nothing but adoration.
They clearly looked like the happy couple to be wedded.
At that moment, Philiippa touched her abdomen and said something to Jason. He immediately bent down to have a listen. Then, he chuckled happily.
He swept her hair behind her ears, looking at her with so much affection. Everyone around them chuckled and raised their glasses in congratulations.
Albert patted Jason on the shoulder, looking overjoyed.
Looking at the scene, I suddenly remembered my family doctor telling me a month ago, "Don't worry, you'll have a child eventually."
At that time, Jason held my hand and gently consoled me.
"Don't worry. We have a lifetime together."
However, there he was, about to have a child, but the mother was not me.
In the live security footage, the crowd gathered in the middle of the venue. The host officially started the event and Jason was invited on stage to share his opinion.
Afterward, he invited Philippa on stage. He spoke with great affection on how they met. He described how Philippa was always by his side during all the late nights and how she silently supported him when he was stressed out on projects.
"She's my little ray of sunshine, always giving me energy."
The crowd erupted into applause, praising their beautiful love story, yet they seemed to have forgotten that Jason was a married man.
How comical.
Sitting in the security control room listening to his speech, even I was almost moved.
