Her Open Betrayal
Language: en
On our seventh anniversary, police called. A couple claimed my company's product poisoned their child. At the station, I saw Tristan—her ex—filing the report, with Vivienne, my wife, beside him as his "wife." She looked at me coldly, stating, "We have a three-year-old. That's how it is." We'd reconciled four years ago. I pulled out the divorce papers I tore up back then, now reprinted, and said, "Let her be with him openly." I thought back four years, after three years of marriage. To protect Tristan, she falsely reported me ten times. Each release led to fights that put me in the…