My Wife, My Betrayer

o Kids. It was her dream, and I made it mine, even

found the birth certificates in her safe: t

ilial piety" for Liam's "dying mother," a duty. What about her duty to me? My blood ran cold when her m

cut them out of your life, completely, or we are done." She didn'

rtificates. The marriage was over. I was a fool, a twenty-year joke, the l

fake infertility diagnosis. All lies. I discovered the truth through a monthly payment to a property management co

so she had to get them from our daddy," one smirked, loud enough for everyone to hear. Later, she publicly tra

shed me!" Liam, the picture of feigned sorrow, scolded me. Then, Sarah, with a rage I'd never seen, slapp

ft. On my way out, I made sure the hidden security camera had captured ever