Wife Or Mistress? The Shocking Truth About My Marriage - Chapter 144: Chapter 144
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Today marks the one-year anniversary of my relationship with Ruben Morris.
Just after midnight, Ruben posted something on Instagram.
"The sea that was left waiting, I watched it for you."
The picture was one of him kissing me.
At first glance, I was shocked and a bit confused.
Why had I never seen this photo before?
I zoomed in on the picture.
My body stiffened.
That’s not me?
Who is that?
The clothes are the same, the side profile almost identical to mine?
After a while, the comments started flooding in:
"Ruben, ask for 99 from your sister-in-law!"
"Best wishes, best wishes!"
My best friend: "Joanna Phillips, did you secretly get plastic surgery behind my back? Still looks good, best wishes for 99!"
But there were also different comments appearing:
"This doesn’t seem like Joanna..."
"Isn’t this Joella? Ruben’s first love?"
I got up from the bed, slammed the bedroom door, and walked into the living room.
I looked at Ruben, who was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone.
I handed him the phone coldly:
"Who is this woman?"
He raised his eyes, tears shining in them, lazily replying:
"My first love."
His nonchalant attitude instantly triggered the fury that had been building up in my chest.
I slammed the phone down on the couch and sneered:
"On our anniversary, you post a kissing photo with your ex-girlfriend. What’s the meaning of this?"
He was startled by my sudden outburst, but still calmly said:
"I just miss her."
I was so furious I almost laughed:
"Ruben, how can you make cheating sound so righteous?"
"You can miss her privately, stay friends with her, I don’t mind, but why post your photo together on Instagram? To humiliate me publicly?"
His emotions finally shifted a bit, and he closed the screen of his phone.
He grabbed my hand, speaking earnestly:
"Joanna, you’re overthinking. No one would recognize her.
"If you hadn’t looked closely, even you would have been confused!"
His words made me so angry I wanted to strangle him.
I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down:
"So, you’re treating me as a stand-in, trying to play both sides?"
"Don’t talk nonsense! I haven’t! Joella passed away in a car accident, today is the anniversary of her death."
At this point, he let go of my hand, and his eyes instantly grew dim.
"Sorry."
Just after midnight, Ruben posted something on Instagram.
"The sea that was left waiting, I watched it for you."
The picture was one of him kissing me.
At first glance, I was shocked and a bit confused.
Why had I never seen this photo before?
I zoomed in on the picture.
My body stiffened.
That’s not me?
Who is that?
The clothes are the same, the side profile almost identical to mine?
After a while, the comments started flooding in:
"Ruben, ask for 99 from your sister-in-law!"
"Best wishes, best wishes!"
My best friend: "Joanna Phillips, did you secretly get plastic surgery behind my back? Still looks good, best wishes for 99!"
But there were also different comments appearing:
"This doesn’t seem like Joanna..."
"Isn’t this Joella? Ruben’s first love?"
I got up from the bed, slammed the bedroom door, and walked into the living room.
I looked at Ruben, who was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone.
I handed him the phone coldly:
"Who is this woman?"
He raised his eyes, tears shining in them, lazily replying:
"My first love."
His nonchalant attitude instantly triggered the fury that had been building up in my chest.
I slammed the phone down on the couch and sneered:
"On our anniversary, you post a kissing photo with your ex-girlfriend. What’s the meaning of this?"
He was startled by my sudden outburst, but still calmly said:
"I just miss her."
I was so furious I almost laughed:
"Ruben, how can you make cheating sound so righteous?"
"You can miss her privately, stay friends with her, I don’t mind, but why post your photo together on Instagram? To humiliate me publicly?"
His emotions finally shifted a bit, and he closed the screen of his phone.
He grabbed my hand, speaking earnestly:
"Joanna, you’re overthinking. No one would recognize her.
"If you hadn’t looked closely, even you would have been confused!"
His words made me so angry I wanted to strangle him.
I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down:
"So, you’re treating me as a stand-in, trying to play both sides?"
"Don’t talk nonsense! I haven’t! Joella passed away in a car accident, today is the anniversary of her death."
At this point, he let go of my hand, and his eyes instantly grew dim.
"Sorry."
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