I Became the Other Woman

I was anonymously reported for fraudulent credit card use and arrested. The victim turned out to be my own husband.

I pulled out my phone to show them our marriage certificate to prove my innocence, but the police officer frowned as he looked at me.

"Ma'am, the Lucas Richardson on this certificate is not your husband. You're still unmarried."

I could not believe it and asked the officer to check again immediately. He looked at me with sympathy, but quickly spoke again, "Our records show that Lucas Richardson's spouse is Vivian Clarke and that they have a three-year-old child together. Ma'am, if you cannot prove your relationship with him, you will face criminal detention."

I felt like I had been struck by lightning.

Six years ago, Lucas had a secretary named Vivian who was obsessively in love with him.

On the day Lucas and I got married, she caused a scene and threatened suicide. In the end, he had to personally handle the situation for three days before coming home.

It turned out that his solution was to marry Vivian instead.

After using my husband's credit card, I was anonymously reported for fraud. I showed them our marriage certificate to prove my innocence, only to be told that my marital status was still single.

Looking at the marriage certificate in my hands, I felt dizzy under the harsh interrogation room lights.

I clearly remembered that on the day Vivian Clarke threatened suicide, Lucas Richardson absolutely refused to go and comfort her, insisting on going through with our wedding ceremony.

I still remember his ice-cold tone at the time. "If she dies, she dies. What is she to me? Does she think she's worth abandoning you for?"

No matter how many people came to persuade him, he would not budge. It was only when I said I did not want someone dying on our wedding day that he reluctantly agreed to go.

Lucas was gone for three days, and I actually believed he was dealing with the suicide attempt. Now, the glaring family photo of three on the computer screen showed me just how foolish I had been.

His protective embrace when we were in that car accident, his red-rimmed eyes when I miscarried...

Were all of those fake too?

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Eventually, I was released on bail with help from family and friends. I left the station in a daze, accompanied by the sympathetic gazes of the police officers.

I refused to believe that the husband I had lived with for six years had married someone else, not unless he admitted it to me himself.

The car picking me up stopped at the Richardson family residence. Tonight was Lucas' grandfather's 70th birthday, and I was there as planned.

As soon as I entered the hall, a thumbtack flew past my cheek. Ignoring the burning pain I felt on my face, I looked toward the source of the sound.

A little boy I had never seen before was brandishing a toy gun