"He never accompanies me; I have to choose alone. I don't even know which one to pick. Could you help me?" The woman in front of me kept complaining about her husband, but I could detect the sweetness in her tone.

Yet, when I saw the diamond ring on her finger that the same with mine, I froze, feeling a chill run through me.

Didn't Adams specially order this from abroad? Could it be the same model?

The gleam from the diamond ring pierced my eyes, making my heart pound.

A woman's intuition told me this wasn't a coincidence. I casually asked, "Ms. Williams, what does your husband do?"

"He's a photographer, always fiddling with those cameras."

A photographer?

My husband is also a photographer!

The same profession and the same diamond ring made my head spin.

I nervously swallowed and said, "Do you have a photo of your husband? The wedding dress will look better when matched with the suit."

As soon as I finished speaking, the woman eagerly picked up her phone and searched for a picture.

"Oh, we're quite an old married couple; we just want to take photos to commemorate... Let me show you our wedding photos."

I quickly glanced at the phone, my hand shaking, every hair on my body standing on end.

This is Adams Williams! The husband I've been married to for five years!

"This is the photo we took under the Eiffel Tower. Our child is already one year old."

"We're planning to go to the Maldives this time for the shoot. My husband thinks it's perfect for his portfolio, and it's a great place for our whole family to go..."

She chatted innocently about her expectations, like a naive girl.

And the little boy in the photo looked like he was cast from the same mold as Adams.

I couldn't help but collapse, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Hey! Are you okay? Help! She's fainted."

My mind went blank, and I clutched her arm tightly, gasping for air.

It turned out that Adams had betrayed me while we were dating.

We've been married for five years, yet he has a one-year-old child with someone else.

I felt like the most ridiculous person in the world.

"Someone, call an ambulance!"

My heart ached, and the churning in my stomach made everything go black.

"You're finally awake; you almost scared me to death."

"The doctor said it's low blood sugar and emotional excitement; you need to rest well. You..."

Ross's words were interrupted by a phone ring. On her screen was a photo of her with Adams Williams.

"I've sent someone to the bridal shop to pick you up. We're going to have dinner at that Japanese restaurant in West Town tonight."

She accidentally pressed the speakerphone, and from the phone came the voice I would remember for the rest of my life.

"I'm not at the bridal shop; I'm at the hospital."

"What's wrong, honey? Are you okay? Why are you at the hospital? I'll be right there."

Through the phone, I could hear the concern on the other end, and I could imagine Adams's anxious expression.

"My dear, I'm fine. I brought someone here."

As soon as she finished speaking, I heard him let out a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone.

"I'll leave first, take care of yourself."

After saying goodbye to me, Ross left.

I couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears, on the verge of collapse, feeling as if a part of my heart was missing, the pain suffocating.

That was indeed his voice; I wouldn't mistake it.

But I still didn't want to believe it, not until I saw it with my own eyes.

I followed Ross to the underground parking lot, and soon, a man approached her.

I recognized him; it was Adams...

He naturally embraced her, and Ross began to complain: "You didn't accompany me today; you have to buy me a gift as punishment!"

Her voice was soft yet assertive, completely different from my usual self.

Seeing this scene, I felt choked, unable to say a word, and let my body slowly slide down the wall.

I couldn't help but retch on the ground, my face a mix of tears and saliva.

After getting home, I texted him to come back.

He immediately called back.

I hung up, and he called again, I hung up once more.

Ten minutes later, I heard the sound of the door opening.

"What's wrong, honey? Is it urgent?" His face was pale as he looked around nervously, rushing over to hug me without even taking off his shoes.

Remembering how he had just been flirting with another woman, I picked up the trash can and vomited into it.

The physical and mental torment of the day overwhelmed me, and I couldn't hold back my wails.

His face changed drastically, and he panicked, picking me up: "Carol, what's wrong? Let's go to the hospital!"

"Slap——"

I slapped him with all my might.

"We're getting a divorce!"

The words had left my mouth before I realized.

We never got a marriage certificate; we only took a few posed photos, not even wearing a wedding dress.

We've known each other for eight years, been in love for five.

These five years made me feel unprecedented happiness.

The moments of these five years even made me forget that we weren't legally married.

Now I understand, I am the despicable other woman...

The sour feeling in my heart was uncontrollable.

His face tilted slightly from the slap, looking at me in shock.

He didn't know why my attitude had changed so suddenly but still patiently coaxed me.

"Carol, can you tell me what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

He always coaxed me like this, even when I was being unreasonable.

I almost shouted at the top of my lungs: "You have a child with Ross! Today she was choosing a wedding dress for your anniversary! You even took her to the sushi place I like, do you want me to continue?"

Speaking these sentences exhausted me.

I hugged my arms tightly, squatting down, enduring the sound of my sobs.

He grabbed my hand, eager to explain: "Believe me, it's not what you think."

"Carol, listen to me, I and she are just..."

"What is it? Are you still going to lie to me? Why didn't you tell me? Why did you lie to me! You're already married! Why didn't you tell me!"

After saying this, I felt my throat tighten, and I couldn't even cry out loud.

His expression changed drastically, and his voice became hoarse: "Carol, I have my reasons."

Hearing this, my heart felt as if it was tightly gripped by a large hand, the pain overwhelming.

"Get out, I never want to see you in my life."

Adams numbly knelt beside me, opened his mouth, and ultimately said nothing.

It seemed to be true; he was indeed married to Ross, and they had a child.

My first encounter with Adams was on the streets of London.

While taking a walk, I accidentally walked into his shot, and he exchanged contact information with me under the pretext of sending the photos.

From then on, he remained silent in my SnapChat list.

Unexpectedly, after work, I met him again at a photography exhibition, and he began to pursue me aggressively.

Sending flowers, gifts, taking all kinds of photos for me, making me feel loved for the first time.

The years we were together were the happiest days of my life.

I believed in him and his plans for our future.

In the fifth year together, I unexpectedly got pregnant with Irene.

He proposed to me immediately after finding out, and we hastily organized a wedding.

After getting pregnant, his meticulous care filled me with hope for the future.

When I came out of the operating room, he cried more fiercely than I did.

He held me tightly and kept repeating in my ear:

"Thank you, honey, I love you, I really love you so much. I will definitely treat you and our daughter well in the future."

My heart was so tender that the pain after childbirth seemed to be soothed by him.

Since Irene was born, he worked even harder, almost pushing himself to be an unceasing top.

His stomach wasn't good, so I cooked and delivered meals to him every day.

My life gradually filled with the trivialities of daily life, but I was still happy.

He needed more professional equipment for photography, so I earned money to buy him a better camera.

I believed he loved me and that he would succeed.