He Betrayed Me, I Exposed His Secret

The day Faye Hayes received her cancer diagnosis, she accidentally logged into her husband’s alternate account. Inside were tens of thousands of videos, packed together in endless rows, documenting five years between him and another woman. From pregnancy and childbirth to the everyday moments of a family of three, it looked more like a real home than her ten-year marriage with John ever had. Faye watched every single one in silence. Then she quietly backed up all the evidence. She drove to the outskirts of the city, opened the account with over a million followers, and started a livestream from inside a cramped, dark space. Her fans flooded in at once, and the comments instantly took over the screen. A: [The background is so dark! Did Faye switch styles today?] B: [Where is Mr. Ford? Weren't you two supposed to do a sweet weekend livestream?] C: [Why is everything so black? Has the account been hacked?] D: [Wait, this background looks really cramped. It doesn't look like your "love nest" at all!] Faye watched the scrolling comments without the slightest expression. In her mind, the dashcam footage kept replaying again and again. John's car had driven into that unfamiliar residential complex over and over, then left again late at night. All the while, she had been waiting at home for him to come back from "working overtime." "Earlier today, I received a diagnosis for late-stage uterine cancer." Her voice was hoarse when she finally spoke. For one second, the livestream went silent. Then it exploded. A: [??? Is this real? Don't scare us!] B: [Where's the diagnosis? Show us!] C: [This has to be scripted! You're lying about something like this just for traffic?] Faye ignored them and continued calmly, "After I got home, I used the spare tablet John kept in the car. It automatically logged into an account... one I had never seen before." She paused and took a deep breath. "Tens of thousands of videos. Every single one was of another woman. Her smiling and acting cute, her pregnant, and then that same woman holding a three-year-old child's hand while they played together... "The latest one was filmed last night." Faye looked straight into the camera, as if she could see through the screen to the man who was probably flying into a rage at that very moment. "He pressed his face against that woman's swollen belly and asked in the kind of voice you use to coax a child, 'Were you good today, little one?'" The number of viewers in the livestream shot past one hundred thousand. The comments froze for a split second, then went completely insane. A: [Impossible! Mr. Ford loves you so much. How could he be that kind of man?] B: [I've followed you two for five years! Mr. Ford just said last time that he wanted to give you a grand proposal to make up for the old one!] C: [Scripted! This is absolutely scripted!] D: [Whose child is that?! Faye, you need to ask him clearly!] "I did ask." Faye's voice remained calm, but exhaustion weighed on every word. "I took the tablet to his study and asked him who that woman was, and who that child was. "Right in front of me, he deleted every record and changed the password. "He said they were 'a friend's widow and orphan he was helping take care of, and the videos were just keepsakes.' He told me to pretend I had never seen them. "I didn't believe him, so I kept asking, 'If he isn't your son, why does he call you Dad?'" Faye suddenly lifted her head and stared straight into the camera. "Guess what he said?" She let out a soft laugh, full of endless mockery. "He looked me in the eye and said... "'Give birth to one yourself, and let him call you Mom.'" A: [Bastard!!! How can a human being say something like that?] B: [Ten years of love wasted on a dog?!] C: [The diagnosis! Faye, show him the diagnosis!] "I did." This time, Faye's voice finally trembled. She slowly unfolded the diagnosis report, which had been torn apart and taped back together, in front of the camera. Then she quickly pulled it away. "He snatched it from me and ripped it up. "He thought I was lying about something like this for views." "He also said..." Faye's voice caught. "If I didn't want to give him a child, then I should stop filming him from now on." The livestream fell into dead silence. A few seconds later, Faye's face suddenly moved close to the camera. That face, once praised by her fans as soothing and healing, was now pale in the dim light. Behind her, the space was narrow, sealed, with faint wooden grain visible in the darkness. It looked like... a coffin. "So I did exactly what he wanted. "From now on, I won't film him anymore. "Because this performance between us, this 'sweet daily life' I acted out for ten years and poured everything into... is over. "And I am leaving too. "This coffin is the one I prepared for myself. It is my farewell to this filthy marriage, and also my farewell to a world that has left me with nothing but despair." The moment her words fell, the livestream's viewers broke past five hundred thousand. At the same time, the hashtag #KingsleyCityRealEstateTycoonOnlySonJohnFordCheats shot to the top of the trending list at record speed...