"What a fucking bitch!"
My best friend hit the steering wheel in fury. But by then, I didn’t feel the same pain or anger I had before. I calmly told her, "Andrew has a low count of sperm."
Both Andrew and I had been married for many years. Having a baby had always been a serious issue for us. We saw many doctors, but they all told us the same thing. Andrew’s sperm count was too low. Thus, becoming parents was going to be very hard.
For the last few years, I had been doing IVF treatments just to help Andrew have the child he wanted so badly.
Now, I was looking at Bianca’s latest post.
[Since my hubby told me that he’ll give me a mansion if I get pregnant. Friends, what do you think? Should I get a cash or a mansion?]
Instagram was full of pictures and videos of Bianca and Andrew being sweet together. It also clearly showed how much money Andrew had spent on her. The amount was shocking, far more than I ever imagined.
Even the winery project, which all the shareholders voted against, was pushed forward because Andrew insisted. As I was getting everything ready to face him with the facts, I suddenly got a call from the hospital.
Andrew had alcohol poisoning.
A senior in both Andrew's and I’s university had visited him at the hospital and decided to call me.
He gently asked, "Did something happen between you and Andrew?"
"There was a woman crying, begging us to save him. I just thought … "
I smiled and asked him to help me with something. Then, I saw Bianca’s Instagram story. Andrew looked very pale and had an IV drip in his hand. Bianca’s eyes were red from crying.
She posted.
[My hubby drank so much just for me, even though he’s allergic. But he still drank! I really love him!]
In the video Andrew only showed one of his hands. If I hadn’t known those hands so well, the same ones that held me every night if we hadn’t grown up together, I might have believed their lies, wouldn’t I?
So, I gave Bianca’s post a like and commented.
[What a coincidence.]
[Your hubby has the same wedding ring as mine.]
Then, I posted a photo of my hand with the ring.
[My husband designed this wedding ring for me. I didn’t think he and your hubby would have such similar tastes.]
The comments exploded. My post quickly went viral and ended up on the trending page. That was when Andrew called me.
His voice was weak as he said, "Honey, I’m working late at the office tonight. Don’t wait for me. Just go to bed. I don’t want you to worry."
My husband was still lying. Still pretending everything he did was for me, hoping I would keep living in his fake world. So, I listened to his voice while watching the comment section go wild.
People were comparing my Instagram and Bianca’s. They found so many overlaps, like the Porsche I once posted. The comment section was filled with questions about whether Bianca and I were sharing one husband or was one of us was a mistress.
I pretended to be shocked.
[That can’t be right.]
[My husband and I have been married for seven to eight years. How could there be a mistress?]
Then, I acted innocent and said on the call, "Andrew, someone online is calling me a mistress. What should I do?"
On the other end of the line Andrew didn’t speak for a long time. He looked at Bianca in the hospital room. She was busy reading and replying to the online comments. Finally, he tried to comfort me.
"Who said that about you?"
"Honey, I’ll go deal with those people first after I’m done with my work."
I smiled and replied, "No need Andrew."
Then, while he was still confused, I pushed open the hospital room door.
"Since someone is calling me a mistress, I obviously need to clear that up, right, honey?" I said with a smile, holding up my phone for a livestream.
I pointed the camera at Andrew and Bianca, calmly saying, "This is my husband!"
I pretended to be surprised and glanced at Bianca.
"Why are you here?"
