Part 3Cheating Husband Gets Kicked Out by Mother-in-Law

Using a throwaway account, I found out her pen name from one of Lucas's friends and searched for information about her online.

Surprisingly, there was quite a bit of information about her online. She was actually a fairly well-known web novelist in the industry.

She had written a total of five books, mostly romance novels about doting husbands.

Her writing style was very delicate. Her most recent book was called "Traces of Youth"

I opened it and took a look. It was about a love story between a young couple on a college campus. In her book, the female lead was a sensitive and delicate novelist, while the male lead came from a traditional family with both parents being civil servants.

This matched Lucas's family background exactly.

After graduating from college, the girl and boy didn't end up together due to opposition from the boy's parents.

She wrote in the book that although the two weren't together, they still had each other in their hearts. Later, the man got married, but shortly after the marriage, his wife died in childbirth, leaving behind a child.

The two came together again for various reasons.

Somehow, I felt that this story was written about Iris and Lucas.

I guess I was supposed to be that short-lived Mrs. Sanders who died early.

Thinking about this made me feel sick. She portrayed herself as such a pure and innocent character, while I was the vicious supporting character who snatched someone else's love.

And in the end I died in childbirth. Just thinking about it was ridiculous.

Following the book's fan group, I finally discovered Iris's alt account.

This account recorded many things.

The first post was from several years ago.

She said her boyfriend treated her very well. After they moved in together, he never let her do any housework, never ate fruit with the skin on, always opened water bottles for her, let her go wherever she wanted, and always supported and understood her.

The second post said they had broken up.

Because she had poor health, was sickly, and had congenital heart disease so she couldn't have children. But her boyfriend's family was very traditional, and he was the only son, the only male heir for three generations.

The third post said he got married.

The last post said she got back together with her boyfriend, whom she referred to as "Mr. Sanders".

She said Mr. Sanders's wife was pregnant, and he promised that after the child was born, he would divorce that woman and marry her.

She said although she sometimes got jealous and would intentionally leave marks on his body,

she would endure it, because the child in that woman's belly was hers and Mr. Sanders's. That woman's child was being born for her, and would call her "mom" in the future.

When I finished reading these messages, I couldn't help but tremble all over, my heart sinking to rock bottom.

I never dreamed that my marriage to Lucas was a scam from the very beginning. He had never loved me, and only treated me as a part of their roleplay.

His usual care for me was only for the sake of the child in my belly.

I'm afraid he had long planned that as soon as the child was born, he would find a reason to divorce me.

Then he would take my child and marry his true love.

Just thinking about this made me want to grind my teeth to pieces.

I thought Lucas was the one who pulled me out of the abyss. I loved him and was willing to listen to anything he said.

Now that I think about it, maybe my meeting with Lucas was a conspiracy from the start.

At that time, Lucas and I were in the same company. I was an intern he was mentoring.

Because my family background was poor since childhood, I always lacked confidence. I didn't even dare to fight back when bullied at work.

It was Lucas who always helped me. After a long time, I slowly fell in love with him.

Later he confessed to me, and we got married soon after.

Maybe from that time on, I was already Lucas's prey. After all, I was just a timid girl from the countryside who didn't dare to speak up even when treated unfairly.

No one was more suitable to be a tool than me.

But even a cornered rabbit will bite back. Even a mud figure has its limits. Did they think I was so easy to bully?

Maybe they don't know how miserably my dad is living with that other woman after betraying my mom and me.

I was never a kind person to begin with.

In this life, what I hate most is betrayal!