After My Ex Betrayed Me, I Put His Mistress in Jail — Novel

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When Jane Truman's birthday takes a dark turn, the laughter of friends morphs into a battlefield of hidden truths and simmering resentments. At a party meant for celebration, betrayal rears its ugly head as Jane uncovers an unsettling connection between her husband, Mark, and her so-called friend, Carrie. What starts as a game spirals into chaos, revealing an undercurrent of jealousy, anger, and a thirst for revenge.

As tensions escalate, Jane is pushed to her limits, confronting not just Carrie but the fragile foundation of her marriage. The stakes rise when she demands answers that no one is ready to give. Will Jane’s determination lead her to uncover the truth, or will it only deepen the wounds of betrayal? With every accusation and every tense moment, the question looms: how far will she go to reclaim her dignity and expose the deceit that taints her life?

In a world where friendship is tangled with betrayal, and love becomes a weapon, Jane must navigate the perilous waters of loyalty and revenge. What happens when the quest for justice collides with the desire for love?

After My Ex Betrayed Me, I Put His Mistress in Jail1-Chapter 1

At my birthday party, we played the "Truth or Dare" game and the loser had to call a friend of the opposite sex and say, "I'm pregnant".

In front of me, Carrie Wood called the number marked "Husband". And the next second, my husband's phone rang.

A drunk friend started to egg him on. "Don't you two usually wear protection?"

My husband pressed decline and said half-jokingly, "If it really is mine, my wife'll have her aborted tomorrow!”

My gaze fell sharply on her lower abdomen. "There's no need to wait for tomorrow. I can make her miscarry right now.”

My husband paused for a second before sputtering, "Can't you tell that I'm just kidding?"

I smashed the bottle, held its neck tightly and sneered disdainfully. "Well, I'm not."

——

The crack of breaking glass froze everyone at the table. So much so that Mark Jefferson, my husband, failed to hear my last words.

And yet, it did not stop him from instinctively standing up and blocking my icy glare at Carrie.

"Honey, it's rare for us to get together to celebrate your birthday. What's this all about?"

“I'm giving you a chance to explain.”