On the eve of Thanksgiving, my husband, Eugene Green, had promised to accompany Tyler and me to my parents' house for the holiday. Halfway there, he suddenly received a message that his mother was seriously ill and wanted to see her grandson. "Helen, I have to take Tyler back to see my mom. We won't be able to go with you this time," he said. Tyler Green, ever the well-behaved son, offered me comforting words. Considering the urgency of his mother's condition and her longing to see her grandson, I felt a pang of disappointment but did not object. Watching their retreating figures, I curled my lips into a cold smile. Had Thanksgiving turned into Halloween? Had my mother-in-law, who died ten years ago, somehow risen from the grave? I called my father—the man who had never failed to solve a problem. "Dad, Eugene is having an affair. You and Mom should come over with our men. We're going to catch him red-handed!" I followed the car's tracker to the company. Laughter echoed from the conference room. Through the window, I saw the company's ditzy beauty, the finance officer, Gloria Grant, leaning in Eugene's arms. She was about to blow out the candles. Tyler stood beside her, singing the birthday song along with the other employees. When the song ended, Tyler shouted excitedly, "Dad, give my mom a birthday kiss!" The other employees joined in the teasing, chanting, "Kiss her! Kiss her!" Amidst the excited cries, Eugene held Gloria tightly and kissed her passionately, oblivious to everyone around them. Without a word, I pushed through the crowd and slapped Eugene hard. He looked up, about to explode in anger, but his eyes turned frantic when he saw me. "Why are you here?" Tyler, bewildered, hid behind Eugene, not uttering a sound. Only Gloria remained unfazed, even smiling slightly. "Ms. Belle, Mr. Green is just celebrating my birthday. Would you like a piece of cake?" She held out the entire large cake to me. But in the next second, she slipped and, before I could react, she somehow flung the entire cake into my face. Before I could react in anger, she feigned tears. "I'm sorry, Ms. Belle. You know I'm always clumsy." Silently, I grabbed her new dress and wiped the cream off my face. Gloria screamed, looking at Eugene with an expression of grievance, "This is the birthday gift you gave me, worth hundreds of thousands!" My heart turned to ice. A shameless parasite, using my money to support his mistress? Eugene snapped, "Helen, are you crazy? Can't you just wash your face in the restroom instead of soiling Gloria's dress? How vicious! It was an accident!" "Didn't you say you were going to see your sick mother? Why here? Is Gloria your new mother now?" Before Eugene could explain further, my colleague Oscar interrupted me discontentedly. "Ms. Belle, how dare you speak like that? What's wrong with a husband celebrating his wife's birthday? Why do you care? And you even dared to hit the boss and ruin Gloria's clothes. You should apologize already, or we'll call the police!" I stared at Eugene with a sardonic smile. "Celebrating your wife's birthday, huh? What a devoted husband you are." Oscar snorted coldly, enviously. "Of course. Mr. Green is famously a doting husband. Everyone in the company knows it. It's just that they prefer to keep a low profile." A chill ran through me. So these two had been carrying on right under my nose, while I was kept in the dark. "Are you going to explain to me about this mistress of yours?" Upon hearing this, the crowd burst into an uproar, looking at Eugene and Gloria in disbelief. Eugene's lips turned dry, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, but he couldn't utter a single word. Hearing the increasing murmurs around her, Gloria began to sob. "Ms. Belle, I know you've always wanted to climb the social ladder by seducing Eugene. But Eugene only has eyes for me. I beg you to stop haunting him. If you continue like this, I'll have no choice but to ask him to have you fired." Eugene didn't expect Gloria to say that. He glanced at me furtively, guilt written all over his face. Instead of getting angry, I laughed. "Gloria, didn't you mess up the client contract and cost the company tens of millions? Isn't the dismissal process complete yet?"
As soon as my voice fell, Teresa from HR splashed a faceful of alcohol on me. "I guess you've got cake frosting on the brain. Let me help you sober up! This is Mr. Green's company. Even if Gloria loses a hundred deals, so what? Everyone knows she's the boss's woman! As for you, thinking you can control Mr. Green with a few big clients? Dream on!" The others chimed in one after another. "Just apologize to Mrs. Green already!" Earl Lew, the bald driver, leered at me greasily. "Ms. Belle, if you're really that desperate for a man, how about me? Forget the wedding gift. I'll even accept a few hundred thousand as a dowry from you. That's all I need, easy deal." Everyone burst into laughter at his words, and someone even suggested that I get engaged to Earl on the spot. I wiped the alcohol from my face and spoke slowly, "Eugene, I suggest you tell the truth before you regret it." Seeing that I was all alone, Eugene became more confident. "Gloria is my wife! What do I have to regret? You asked for all this!" "And you should apologize to Gloria!" Gloria threw herself into Eugene's arms, whispered, "Honey, never mind. I'm such a clumsy person. Even if I'm bullied, I won't hold a grudge." "I'd never slap you in front of everyone and humiliate you the way Ms. Belle did." As expected, Eugene held Gloria even tighter, his eyes filled with tenderness. I looked at Gloria and curled my lips into a cold smile. "I almost forgot. I only slapped him, not you!" In the next second, I pulled her out of Eugene's arms and slapped her hard twice! Gloria screamed in shock, "You're crazy! How dare you hit me!" Before I could continue, Eugene stepped forward and grabbed my neck tightly, pressing down. "Go to hell!" His strength was immense, and despite my struggling, I couldn't break free. At that moment, Gloria raised a bottle of wine and smashed it fiercely against my head. Blood mingled with the wine and flowed down. Seeing my icy gaze, she tried to explain, "Ms. Belle, I was trying to help you, but I'm just clumsy and missed..." She then looked at Eugene with tears in her eyes. "Honey, don't blame me. I was just afraid you'd get into trouble." Eugene didn't even glance at me but held Gloria tighter. "How could I blame you? You're just too kind-hearted." Our marriage lasted for over a decade. In that instant, it just crumbled into dust. I clutched the wound on my head and said, word by word, "You may not acknowledge me, but my own flesh and blood can surely vouch for my identity!"
Upon hearing that, the employees' gazes shifted towards Eugene, now tinged with suspicion. Some even whispered to each other, "Judging from their conversation, Ms. Belle seems much more confident than Mr. Green. Is Gloria really the mistress?" "It's likely. Mr. Green's son, Tyler, is already ten years old and looks much more like Ms. Belle's child. Gloria is only in her twenties. Could she have a child that old?" "But would Mr. Green really dare to cheat so blatantly?" Tyler, who had been hiding behind Eugene, suddenly stepped forward and shouted, "Don't you dare judge my mom!" I had hoped to shield Tyler from the adults' mess. But now, I silently prayed he would speak up for me. "My mom is Gloria! She's my dad's legal wife! Helen is just crazy!" These words felt like a plunge into an icy abyss. I was jolted back to the birthday song he had led. I looked at my son in disbelief, my voice hoarse. "Tyler, don't you remember how I signed you up for a European summer camp last summer, but Gloria, being so 'clumsy,' sent you to Africa instead? Or last month, when she drove you to school and, in her confusion, lost your lunch, leaving you hungry? And..." "Stop it!" he interrupted furiously. "You don't understand! Mom didn't mean it! She's just a bit clumsy, but she's incredibly kind-hearted, nothing like you! You wanted me to go to Europe just to force me to attend a German-language program! The so-called nutritious meals you made were all things I hated. Mom is different. She says I don't have to do homework and can buy snacks from street vendors. I love her! She's my real Mommy!" After a decade of toiling for this family, I felt utterly disheartened, drained of any strength to argue. Gloria looked at me triumphantly. "Ms. Belle, what else do you have to say? Kids don't lie." The driver Earl Lew, confirming that I was "indeed" the fake, stopped pretending and draped his arm over my shoulder, showing his true colors. "Helen, if you're horny, just say so. Why steal Gloria's husband? That's just low." Teresa chuckled. "Earl, you're so lucky! Why not just skip the engagement and sleep with her already? She'll be yours then." I stared at them in shock, clutching my clothes tightly. The others joined in with taunts. "Earl, share the spoils. It's not nice to hog her all to yourself. Helen is a bit older, but she still has her charm." I looked at Eugene. After ten years of marriage, even a stranger wouldn't be so heartless. But he just waved his hand in disgust. "Take her to another office. Don't ruin Gloria's birthday party." Gloria's eyes gleamed. "We'd better film this. Otherwise, if she goes to the police..." Eugene pinched her cheek affectionately, nodding with a sly smile. "And you said you're clumsy? I'd say you're the smartest girl here." I was furious. "Don't you dare!" Gloria slapped me hard twice. "What's there to be afraid of? Once we film you, let's see how defiant you can be!" As soon as she finished speaking, dozens of hands reached for me, trying to drag me to another room. I struggled desperately. Just then, a familiar voice came from outside the door. "Gloria, sweetie, I'm here!"
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