My high school son just dropped a bombshell by sending me a photo of my husband strolling arm-in-arm with his secretary into a hotel.
His eyes were red with rage.
"Mom, Dad's cheating on you!"
"Divorce him. Make sure he gets nothing! I'll protect you from now on."
Because of his encouragement, I decided to sue my husband in a previous life after gathering proof.
But on the day of the trial, my husband refused to admit anything.
My mother-in-law even showed up with her own so-called evidence, yelling that I was the one who had actually cheated.
In the middle of the argument, the judge asked my son who he wanted to live with.
To my shock, he calmly said.
"Since both of them cheated, they should both leave with nothing."
He even revealed bruises and scars on his body, crying to the public online that he had been abused for years by both parents.
I was utterly stunned by his accusations.
Before I could figure out what was really going on, my husband was hunted down by furious netizens who broke his legs and pushed him off a cliff.
As for me, I was knocked unconscious, stuffed into a sack and drowned in a river.
Even our extended family wasn't spared. They were doxxed and harassed online until they fell into depression and eventually died.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day my son had discovered my husband's affair.
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My phone suddenly vibrated, pulling me out of the suffocating sensation of drowning.
A message came in from my son, Adrian.
The photo showed my husband of twenty years, Edgar Langston, holding his secretary's waist as they exited a luxury hotel.
Followed by a furious voice message.
"Mom! Dad's cheating on you! He even checked into a room with his young secretary! A scumbag like that doesn't deserve to be my father!"
"Divorce him. Make sure he gets nothing! Don't worry, I'll protect you from now on!"
Hearing those familiar words, I finally realized that I had truly been reborn.
In my previous life, after receiving this message, I, who had believed my family was happy and perfect, immediately panicked.
I wanted to confront Edgar face-to-face.
But my son insisted we shouldn't tip him off. He told me to secretly gather evidence and take my husband to divorce court.
He swore he'd be on my side and wouldn't let that scumbag get a single cent.
I was deeply touched by his encouragement and support.
Nonetheless, I had no idea this would turn into my worst nightmare.
Just as I was ready to expose my cheating husband in court.
He suddenly denied everything, refusing to admit his affair.
My mother-in-law, who had always treated me like her own daughter, suddenly turned on me, screaming and even showing supposed evidence that I was the one cheating.
Even my own mother slapped me in front of everyone, scolding me for being shameless and disgraceful.
Amid the chaos, the judge asked my son who he wanted to live with.
To my shock, the same son who had vowed to stand up for me suddenly turned on me.
"Since both of them cheated, they should both leave with nothing."
He even exposed his bruises and scars in public, tearfully accusing us of long-term domestic abuse.
The old wounds were shocking and immediately caused a storm of public outrage.
The online attacks came like a tidal wave, catching me completely off guard.
Before I could even figure out the truth, Edgar was beaten by self-proclaimed "internet vigilantes" and thrown off a cliff.
And I, three months pregnant at the time, was beaten unconscious, stuffed into a sack and drowned in a river by angry netizens.
Only in my final moments did I finally understand why my son had done this.
Remembering it now, I clenched my fists so hard my phone nearly cracked.
Since I hadn't answered, Adrian sent me another message.
"Don't be scared, Mom! I'm here. That jerk won't get away with anything!"
Reading those words, the last trace of warmth in my eyes faded.
I replied expressionlessly with two words.
[Not divorcing.]
