Chapter 3

The day our son died in a car accident, Melody was at a five-star hotel hot spring.

In the photo, she wore a sexy bikini that barely covered her body.

In the corner of the photo was a man's hand holding a wine glass.

Caption:

"Thanks to my CEO for personally serving me. I'll definitely reward him well tonight!"

The blood drained from my face.

Like a madwoman, I bombarded Melody with messages.

"Where are you? I need to see you."

She replied instantly:

"What's wrong, Evelyn? Why the sudden need to see me? My husband's all over me right now, so I can't get away."

She sent a candid photo.

Ethan had his head buried in her chest, surrounded by countless red marks.

My heart went ice cold. After a long moment, I typed out a message.

"This coffee shop. I'll wait for you until you show up."

I stared at the coffee in front of me, the ice long melted, for three hours.

Melody finally appeared.

Wearing a sexy slip dress that deliberately exposed the marks covering her neck and chest.

As soon as she sat down, she greeted me with a coquettish laugh.

"Sorry I'm late, Evelyn."

"Oh my, I was in such a rush leaving the house, I forgot to cover these up. But you're married too, so you understand, right?"

I forced myself to smile.

"Looks like things are good between you and your husband? Still so sweet after marriage—that's rare."

Her cheeks flushed to her ears, but her voice rose several notches.

"My husband's been obsessed with me for five years and still isn't tired of me. Honestly, he's getting annoying. I only managed to slip out by saying I needed to buy something. I don't have much time, so just say what you need to say."

Rage slowly consumed my rationality.

I picked up my coffee and threw it directly in her face.

Melody screamed and jumped to her feet.

"Evelyn Wright, are you insane! Why'd you throw that at me!"

"You slept with my husband and destroyed my family, and you have the nerve to show your face in front of me? Throwing coffee is getting off easy!"

I shouted with every ounce of strength I had.

Everyone in the coffee shop turned to stare at Melody, pointing and whispering.

Her expression of anger froze on her face.

In an instant, it transformed into a pitiful look.

"Evelyn, what are you saying? My husband is married?"

"I didn't know. I really didn't know. If I'd known he was married, I never would have gotten together with him! I was deceived too!"

"I even had his child... How could this happen? My whole life is ruined!"

With that, she covered her face and ran out crying.

Before I could react, the crowd's judgment rained down on me.

The same people who'd sympathized with me moments ago quickly changed their tune.

"The poor girl didn't even know your husband was running around. Why are you being so aggressive?"

"Exactly. She even had his child. Her whole life is ruined. The girl's a victim too."

"Can't control your own man, so you come here to bully a young girl. No wonder your husband doesn't like you!"

I wanted to explain that wasn't how it happened.

But no one believed me.

Security threw me out on the spot.

Someone had filmed my confrontation with Melody and posted it online.

The video went viral. The comments were filled with insults. I, the actual victim, became the target of everyone's hatred.

I wandered the streets like a lost soul, not knowing where to go or what to do.

I thought today's meeting would make Melody back off, would make Ethan return to his family.