Married My Bestie's Son

Today was my third wedding anniversary with Lucas White. I left the design firm an hour early, drove across the bustling city of Aveline, and carried home a freshly baked black forest cake—Lucas’s favorite. I spent the entire afternoon preparing his beloved homemade dishes, lighting warm scented candles in the spacious luxury apartment, and tidying every corner to create a tender, romantic atmosphere. For three whole years, I had devoted all my tenderness to this marriage, naively believing I had the perfect life, a loving husband, and a lifelong best friend. Savannah Reed, my childhood friend who had walked with me for more than ten years, was the person I trusted without reservation. We shared all our secrets, comforted each other through every hardship, and promised to be each other’s closest family for the rest of our lives. I never once doubted her, not even for a second. I returned home half an hour earlier than planned, intending to give Lucas a heartfelt surprise. But the moment I inserted the key and pushed the door open, all the warmth in my chest froze instantly. A pair of delicate designer high heels sat casually by the entrance—shoes I recognized immediately. They were Savannah’s limited-edition pair, the ones she only wore on important, intimate occasions. The living room lights were dimmed to an ambiguous warm glow. Through the hazy candlelight, I saw two tangled figures on the sofa. My husband’s arms were tightly wrapped around my best friend’s waist, their lips pressed together greedily, indulging in their stolen passion without a single care. The anniversary feast I’d painstakingly prepared steamed gently on the dining table, yet the scene before my eyes was filthy and disgusting enough to make my stomach churn. My fingers tightened around the cake box in my hand until my knuckles turned white. A sharp, piercing cold swept from my soles to my heart, freezing every drop of blood in my body. The sweet cream on the cake suddenly tasted bitter and nauseating, just like the ridiculous lie I’d been living for three years. I stood quietly at the door, not making a single sound, no panic, no collapse. For a long moment, I watched them continue their intimate act, watching the two people I loved and trusted most trample on my sincerity without mercy. It turned out that all the late-night overtime excuses, all the sudden business trips, all the gentle consolations from Savannah were nothing but a well-rehearsed farce. While I was foolishly guarding this marriage, they had long been secretly entangled behind my back. The slight noise of my shoe touching the floor finally jolted them awake. They broke apart abruptly. Lucas’s face flashed with obvious panic and guilt, his eyes flustering as he tried to straighten his messy clothes. Savannah, on the other hand, reacted far faster. She quickly tidied her hair, put on a soft and innocent smile, and walked towards me naturally, like nothing had happened. “Luna? You’re back early!” Her voice was sweet and gentle, full of flawless concern, “I was just passing by nearby, so I came to keep Lucas company while you were at work. I didn’t expect to run into you coming home.” She spoke openly and magnanimously, perfectly playing the role of a thoughtful best friend who cared about my husband. Lucas also quickly calmed down, hiding his guilty fluster behind a calm tone. “Yeah, I was a little tired today, and Savannah happened to drop by. We were just chatting casually.” Chatting casually. I silently repeated this sentence in my heart, the corners of my mouth curving into a faint, gentle smile on the surface. No one could tell that beneath my calm expression was a heart completely shattered and soaked in icy hatred. I didn’t expose them, didn’t question them, didn’t lose my temper at all. I just nodded softly, my tone warm and docile as always: “So that’s it. It’s fine, you’re both my closest people.” I walked past them naturally, placing the cake on the dining table, my movements steady and unhurried. “I came back early to celebrate our anniversary. Since you’re here, Savannah, stay for dinner. It’s more lively with more people.” My obedient and generous attitude completely relaxed their guard. Savannah’s smile became more genuine and proud, hidden under her innocent disguise. She thought I was still the stupid, soft-hearted Luna who would never doubt her best friend. Lucas also let out a subtle sigh of relief, looking at me with a hint of guilt that vanished in a second, replaced by indulgence for my “sensibility”. During the whole anniversary dinner, they continued their flawless performance. Lucas was exceptionally gentle, taking the initiative to pick up dishes for me and saying sweet anniversary words, pretending to be a devoted husband. Savannah sat beside us, laughing and chatting, taking every opportunity to cater to Lucas, while acting as my most reliable best friend, chatting with me about trivial daily matters. They looked like a perfect loving couple, while I was the redundant outsider foolishly sitting in my own seat, watching their disgusting private affection through every subtle eye contact and hidden touch. I ate quietly, smiling and cooperating with their performance the entire time. But no one knew, every second of this farce was carving hatred deeper into my heart. I used to think love and friendship were my lifelong treasures. Now I realize they are just the dirtiest lies in the world. They wanted to secretly occupy my marriage, take away my everything, and let me be a foolish fool forever? Fine. I would play along with their drama. I would not break out in anger, would not expose their scandal, and would not rush to a useless divorce. Instead, I would pretend to be ignorant and innocent, letting them indulge in their stolen joy. While they were busy flirting and playing their hypocritical roles, I would quietly and thoroughly take back everything that belonged to me. I would transfer all my marital assets, cut off every financial tie with Lucas, and leave them with nothing but empty vanity. And Savannah… since you love stealing my husband so much and take pride in destroying my life, I will let you taste the most painful revenge. You value your only son more than your own life. You hold him in the palm of your hand, guarding him tightly and proudly. Then I will approach him step by step, break through all your defenses, and let your most precious treasure fall completely for me. When the time is right, I will walk into your family as your daughter-in-law, standing above your ruined life, watching you lose everything you hold dear. The farce has just begun. And I, Luna Bennett, will be the final winner of this revenge game.