Chapter 1My Drunk Husband Called My Best Friend His Wife!

At a class reunion, my husband got drunk.

He slumped into my best friend's arms and called her his wife.

"Jade, remember to come early tomorrow night. I bought you some new lace underwear, still your favorite red…"

The private room went dead silent.

Jade looked horrified, shaking her head at me. "Stella, this is a misunderstanding. Marcus is just drunk, he doesn't know what he's saying."

But the next second, Marcus yanked the scarf from her neck. "I'm not drunk! See? Those hickeys on your neck? I put them there. We've been going at it for days. And these bite marks on my arm? You did that…"

My mind went blank. I had only just returned home today after a three-month business trip.

Were the marks of passion on my best friend's neck left by my husband?

The humiliation burned my face, fueling my rage. I stood up and yanked Marcus away from Jade's lap.

"Marcus, what did you just say? Try saying that again?"

They say alcohol loosens the tongue and reveals the truth.

So a thoroughly drunk Marcus stared at me, his eyes cold and troubled. "I know you're Stella. If you want to hear it, I'll say it again: your measurements aren't as good as Jade's. You can't satisfy me, and you're always too busy making money to spend time with me."

Hah. Hearing that, I couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

If I just stayed home doing nothing, what would my family eat?

How would we survive? By relying on my body to charm a man? Before I could speak, Marcus staggered back over and sat on Jade's lap again.

Jade, startled and flustered, quickly urged Marcus, "Get a grip! Stop it, get up!

Stella is your wife!"

But Marcus didn't just stay put; he leaned in, bit Jade's lips, then reached his hand into her shirt with a smirk. "See? I told you Stella's aren't as big as yours."

Gasps filled the air. Everyone held their breath, daring not to speak.

My face burned, as if I'd been publicly slapped. The humiliation was absolute, and a sickening green washed over me as the truth hit.

Everyone in the room was savvy enough to know. My beloved husband had cheated on me with my best friend.

In that moment, both love and friendship had betrayed me.

Jade tried to push Marcus away, but he seemed to anticipate her move. He quickly wrapped his legs around her waist, clinging to her tightly.

"Marcus, get off me! Stop it, everyone's watching us!"

"But you used to be so gentle with me, Marcus. You even said Stella was a loser. What good is making money if her husband still ends up in my bed?"

"Stop moving! You were always on top before. This time, I want to be on top!"

I couldn't take it anymore. I rushed forward and punched Marcus, knocking him to the floor.

Jade, still entangled around his waist, fell with him.

I could have bet good money that if there were no onlookers, they'd be tearing off each other's clothes and going at it right there.

"So this is how you 'take care' of my husband, Jade? By taking him straight to bed? Bravo, truly."

I was trembling with anger. My husband could cheat, but not with Jade.

We'd grown up together. Her family was poor, but I never looked down on her. I gave her everything I had.

When someone bullied her, I'd fight for her without a second thought, even getting two ribs broken once because of it.

After graduation, she struggled to find work, hitting dead ends everywhere. I pulled strings to get her an opportunity at my company.

And my dear husband, Marcus? I pampered him, treated him like a king. If he didn't want to work, I let him stay home. I gave him anything he desired.

And yet, after all my selfless devotion, I was repaid with their betrayal.