The True Face of My Husband

While I was on bed rest for the pregnancy, my husband's first love suddenly showed up.

When I caught them red-handed, the woman had the audacity to speak with confidence.

"I'm about to get married, I just wanted to create one last beautiful memory with Edward. Why are you interfering?"

She crossed half of Tanaxes for true love. How touching.

I can only imagine how her unlucky fiancé must feel about all this.

I couldn't take it anymore.

Forget the baby. I didn't want it. You can have the cheating scumbag, but I'm getting every penny that's owed to me!

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I never thought I'd be the one at the center of the drama I loved to watch.

While stuck on bed rest, bored out of my mind, I'd scroll through videos all day.

Then one day, I stumbled across a relationship influencer I followed, saying she was going to meet her ex-boyfriend one last time before her wedding, just to make another "beautiful memory."

They'd been high school sweethearts. They were each other's first love but were forced to break up over a dowry dispute.

She often shared their past romance online, painting a picture so beautifully nostalgic it resonated with thousands of viewers.

I'm a straightforward person and never had one of those romantic relationships. My life was always about work, clients, and contracts.

Guess we seek what we lack, so I found myself hooked on these love stories.

I froze when I saw the latest post of the two holding hands, having reunited after traveling miles.

The photo was crystal clear. I knew the man's hand all too well. The ring he wore especially matched the one I was wearing.

It was our custom-made wedding ring.

More photos showed them hugging and making heart shapes with their hands.

They didn't show his face, but I knew that build, that outfit was my husband, Edward Collins.

And the location? It was the very city where Edward had said he was going for a business trip.

I quickly changed out of my hospital gown and jumped in the car, heading straight for the neighboring city.

Catching a cheater requires speed. If you're too late, you'll have to wait for the next time.