Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Jasper and I had been married for years, and having kids was our shared dream.
We’d seen countless doctors, but they all told us the same thing-Jasper’s low sperm count meant becoming parents would be a long, challenging journey.
That’s why I’d been doing IVF for years, trying to fulfill Jasper’s dream of becoming a father.
Now here was Lila posting: [My honey promised that if I get pregnant, he’ll buy me a whole mansion as a
eward! What do you think, besties-should I take cash or real estate?]
Her Instagram was packed with lovey-dovey posts about her and Jasper, documenting every penny he’d pent on her-mind-blowing amounts I never could’ve imagined. Even that winery project was something he board unanimously opposed, but Jasper bulldozed it through anyway.
ust as I was gathering all this evidence to confront Jasper, I got a call from the hospital.
asper had alcohol poisoning and was spotted by Marcus, a guy I knew from college.
He called me, sounding awkward.
Did you and Jasper have some kind of falling out?”
Marcus delicately explained: “There’s this girl here crying and begging us to save Jasper, and I thought…”
Hey, Marcus, could you please do me a favor…”
When I hung up, I saw Lila post a new update on her Instagram.
Lila’s eyes were red from crying.
‘My honey drank so much for me! He knew he was allergic to alcohol but he did it anyway-I love him so nuch!”
In the video, only Jasper’s hand was visible, but those were hands that held me every night as I fell asleep. If it weren’t for all our years together since childhood, how could I ever believe Jasper would lie to me like
this?
I casually liked Lila’s post and commented:
[What a coincidence. Your honey’s wedding ring looks exactly like mine.]
I added a photo: [My husband personally designed my wedding ring. Crazy how your honey has the same
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taste as my husband.]
The comment section exploded almost instantly.
My comment got pushed to the top, and Jasper’s call came through right on cue. His voice was weak but he tried to explain: “Babe, I’m pulling an all-nighter at the office so I might not make it home. Don’t wait up-get some sleep, don’t make me worry.”
Jasper was still covering up, still using the excuse of protecting me while hoping I’d stay trapped in his web
of lies.
As I listened to his voice and watched the comments go wild, people were connecting dots between my Instagram and Lila’s timeline, finding way too many similarities-including that Tesla I’d deliberately photographed.
The comment section was buzzing about whether this was some sister-wife situation or if one of us was definitely the side chick.
I played up the shock: [That can’t be right.]
[My husband and I have been married for seven years. How could I be the mistress?]
I acted all innocent, then responded to Jasper on the phone: “Honey, people are calling me a homewrecker.
What should I do?”
Jasper went quiet for a long time on the other end. He could probably see Lila in the hospital room, furiously battling the comment trolls, but he still tried to comfort me.
“Who’s saying that?”
“When I’m done with work, I’ll hunt them down first thing.”
“No need, honey.” My voice had a smile in it, and I pushed open the hospital room door while Jasper stared blankly, “Since someone’s calling me the side chick, I should probably set the record straight, right babe?”
I held up my phone with the livestream running, pointing the camera at Jasper and Lila in the hospital room. “Here’s my husband!”
I acted surprised, looking at Lila.
“Wait, what are you doing here?!”
