My sister-in-law complained on social media that I had sex with my husband every day.

　　She couldn't stand the noise.

　　My best friend saw it and forwarded it to me.

　　She joked how intimate my husband and I were.

　　But what they didn't know was,

　　I was not the one sleeping with my husband.

　　"Oh my God. During my pregnancy, my sister-in-law and her husband had sex upstairs every day. Their voices were so loud and it was really embarrassing."

　　My best friend, Ellia, sitting opposite me, read out the text on her phone.

　　"Ellia, what are you reading? Who is having sex every day?"

　　I looked at her in confusion.

　　"You're playing dumb with me, Daisy. Look at this profile picture. Isn't it Rebecca?"

　　Hearing it, I trembled in surprise and snatched her phone away.

　　After confirming that the complainant was my sister-in-law, Rebecca, who I had helped with all my heart and soul, I fell silent.

　　But Ellia mistook my silence as shyness. She joked,

　　"What's wrong? Are you shy? I didn't expect you still have flames!

　　"Aaron is still potent. But my husband, Mark, always has an erection problem. You're so enviable."

　　...

　　Ellia was still nagging, but my countenance became more and more gloomy when I heard that. I said in a deep voice,

　　"It's not me."

　　"What did you say?"

　　"I said, the person who sleeps with Aaron every day is not me."

　　Yes, the person, who according to Rebecca, slept with my husband every day, was not me.

　　Ever since I gave birth to our daughter, Clara, I was out of shape. Aaron disliked me so much that he wouldn't bother to spare a glance at me, let alone sharing a bed with me.

　　If I remembered correctly, we had married for more than ten years. We had slept in separate rooms for more than ten years.

　　For so many years, I had no desire for him, but he was good at acting in front of outsiders, so people around always thought that we were in love.

　　It was not rare for men to have affairs. Over the past few years, Aaron had been fooling around outside. I knew what was going on, but I just turned a blind eye to it.

　　After all, life had to go on.

　　But I didn't expect that he would push his luck and bring his mistress home.

　　But who was the woman this time?

　　Insensitive as Ellia was, she was silent after hearing such a shocking piece of news.

　　But I suddenly remembered one thing. Why didn't I see Rebecca's post?

　　I picked up my phone and confirmed it again. I realized that I had been blocked.

　　It made sense. She wouldn't complain about me in front of me.

　　"Ellia, I want to use your phone."

　　Hearing this, Ellia handed her phone to me without saying a word.

　　I clicked on Rebecca's Instagram and found that I had been mentioned frequently in her posts.

　　However, she was complaining about me all the time.

　　"How terrible it is to have a bossy sister-in-law."

　　She complained about how my preparing everyday nutritious breakfast for her during her pregnancy affected her sleep. I did that because I knew she had some stomach problems.

　　"My sister-in-law always interferes in my business. Can she shut up? Bitch!"

　　In this post, she complained that I asked her not to drink with her friends during her pregnancy. I did so because drinking was not good for the child.

　　...

　　The last sentence of the complaint was a vicious curse.

　　"I hope my sister-in-law will die this year. The earlier, the better. Everyone, please help me pray!"

　　Reading it, my eyes went black and the phone fell onto the table.

　　I didn't expect that Rebecca, whom I treated as my own sister, would hate me so much.

　　I was my parents' only child, and I had envied others for having siblings since I was a child.

　　My parents were so busy with their business that they sometimes leave me with the nanny for more than half a year.

　　Apparently, I was never short of money, and my parents loved me. They would buy whatever I wanted.

　　But the only thing I wanted was company, which they could not afford.

　　So I had been looking forward to a little sister.

　　Then my mother got pregnant, but she had an abortion because of overwork. The abortion also made her hard to get pregnant again.

　　My dream to have a sibling was shattered then.

　　The second year after I married Aaron, Brad brought his girlfriend, Rebecca, home.

　　She looked so cute that she was simply my dream sister.

　　I viewed her as my sister and tried my best to treat her well.

　　I was willing to buy her pricey face creams I wouldn't buy myself.

　　I memorized her favorite cosmetic brands and bag brands.

　　I would take her shopping often.

　　But why did she hate me so much?

　　Apparently, Ellia knew what I had seen.

　　She wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. We had been best friends for so many years. I knew what she wanted to say.

　　She just wanted to explain to me why she didn't tell me that my sister-in-law complained about me.

　　But there was no need for her to explain. I could understand.

　　She knew that I had been longing to have a younger sister since I was a child, and she also knew that I had always regarded Rebecca as my own younger sister, so she wouldn't break my dream.

　　"Daisy, I think Rebecca forgets to block me. I didn't tell you about this before. Now that you've seen it yourself, what do you want to do?"

　　"I will first find out who Aaron is dating."

　　Rebecca said he had sex with this woman every night.

　　I believed the woman must be someone close to us.

　　But I couldn't figure it out. There were only my mother-in-law, my sister-in-law, and I in this house.

　　Obviously, this woman was neither me nor my sister-in-law. Could it be...

　　Could it be her?

　　Well, I would figure it out tonight.

　　As usual, I went back to my room at 10 o'clock to sleep.

　　However, I was particularly energetic as I lay down tonight.

　　At around eleven o'clock, I heard someone sneaking around and stopping in front of my room.

　　With a crack, the door was pushed open slightly.

　　Obviously, Aaron was checking if I had fallen asleep.

　　Once I was scrolling through my phone at 11 p.m. because of insomnia.

　　Then Aaron suddenly opened the door. I asked him what was wrong, but he asked me if I was hungry.

　　Yes, there were traces. I was too stupid!

　　After confirming that I had fallen asleep, Aaron gently closed the door. Then I heard his hurried footsteps.

　　I got up and was about to follow him.

　　My daughter, Clara, who was sleeping next to me, suddenly grabbed me and cried.

　　"Mom, my stomach hurts!"

　　Hearing this, I quickly turned on the light to check on her. She covered her stomach and burst into tears.

　　I asked her why she was uncomfortable, but she couldn't say anything. She just cried her heart out.

　　This had never happened before.

　　Her cry attracted Aaron.

　　We hurriedly took her to the hospital for an examination.

　　When we arrived, I asked Aaron to take Clara to the emergency room first. I registered at the front desk. Then I went to the father and daughter.

　　Unexpectedly, just as I finished my registration and walked to the door of the emergency room, I saw Clara hugging Aaron and said sweetly,

　　"Dad, did I do a good job as a sentry? Mom almost found you out! Fortunately, I pretended to have a stomachache immediately and held her back."

　　"You're so clever, Daddy's sweetheart!"

　　"Dad, I've helped you keep watch for so long. Remember to attend the parents' meeting for me. Don't let Mom go again. She is damn fat and ugly. Every time she goes, she makes me a laughing stock among my classmates!"

　　"Okay, okay, okay, I promise you."

　　"Dad, you're so nice! I love you the most!" Clara kissed Aaron with a smile, her face full of happiness.

　　But when I heard her words, my hands and feet instantly turned cold. I felt as if I was in hell.

　　All these years, I have been maintaining this ridiculous marriage for my Clara.

　　In order to give her a complete family so that she would not be called a fatherless child, I forced myself not to see and think about the my painful situation.

　　She said that I was ugly and fat. But it was caused by the hormones in my body after giving birth to her. In addition, I devoted myself to taking care of her all day long. How could I have time to improve myself? I used to be beautiful, but I had long forgotten it.

　　I didn't expect that my beloved Clara had been monitoring me for her father.

　　No wonder she always urged me to sleep with her at 10 o'clock and hugged me tightly in sleep.

　　I was so stupid that I thought it was because she loved me and was clingy to me.

　　I've always treated her as my everything. Even if Aaron betrayed me, I could endure it as long as she was by me.

　　Is this my daughter that I have loved for more than ten years? Is my persistence just a joke?

　　I couldn't remember how I got home from the hospital, nor what the doctor said.

　　I was like a walking corpse. When I got home, I was to go back to my room and lie down.

　　The moment I closed the door, I heard Clara muttering behind me,

　　"What an ugly and stupid fat woman. You sleep all day long. My dad must be blind to marry you!"

　　Enough! I've had enough!

　　I suddenly got up, opened the door, walked to Clara, and slapped her.

　　"You hit me?" She covered her face and looked at me in disbelief.

　　After all, since she was born, I had never hit her. And I slapped her with 90% of my strength just now.

　　"You fat pig. No one wants you. How dare you hit me?"

　　Perhaps my slap irritated her. She stopped pretending and started to threw curses at me.

　　Seeing that she was so ill-bred, I stepped forward and slapped her again. This time, I exerted all my strength.

　　This ungrateful girl pounced on me like crazy.

　　"Grandpa and Grandma are right. You're a stupid shrew! I'll fight you to the death!"

　　The noise in the living room attracted Aaron's attention, who was cooking for Clara in the kitchen. When Clara saw her father coming for help, she became even bolder and shouted at him,

　　"Dad, catch this fat pig quickly. I must beat her to death today!"

　　When Aaron saw the two bright red palm prints on Clara face, he shouted angrily at me,

　　"You hit her?"

　　"So what if I am?"

　　Hearing this, Aaron stepped forward and slapped me from both sides. Clara also rushed up to punch and kick me. For a moment, I was covered in wounds. However, I was not a pushover. I scratched Aaron's face and tore off a lot of Clara's hair.

　　My parents-in-law and other people rushed over when they heard the noise in the living room. When they saw us fighting, they hurried forward to pull us away.

　　When my mother-in-law saw that Aaron's face had been scratched, she stepped forward and gave me a tight slap.

　　"Are you crazy? How dare you hurt your husband?"

　　It was so sarcastic. I was covered in bruises, my cheeks were red and swollen, and the corners of my mouth were covered with blood, but my mother-in-law only saw the small wound on her son's face.

　　This was the mother-in-law I had served as my own mother for more than ten years!

　　"I'm crazy! I was driven crazy by your family. How could I not be crazy when your son slept with another woman in this house?"

　　"Don't slander me. I didn't sleep with another woman. Do you have any evidence?"

　　"Evidence? I have evidence now."

　　As I spoke, I raised the mobile phone that I had grabbed from him, quickly identified his face when he was not paying attention, and unlocked it.

　　Seeing that his phone was in my hand, Aaron immediately rushed forward to grab it. However, I was already prepared and dodged nimbly, causing him to fall to the ground.

　　Taking advantage of it, I quickly opened his WhatsApp and saw an unread message at the top of the page.

　　"Sweetheart, hurry up and come over after you finished cooking. I'm itching for it!"