Ellia was still nagging, but my countenance became more and more gloomy when I heard that. I said in a deep voice,
"It's not me."
"What did you say?"
"I said, the person who sleeps with Aaron every day is not me."
Yes, the person, who according to Rebecca, slept with my husband every day, was not me.
Ever since I gave birth to our daughter, Clara, I was out of shape. Aaron disliked me so much that he wouldn't bother to spare a glance at me, let alone sharing a bed with me.
If I remembered correctly, we had married for more than ten years. We had slept in separate rooms for more than ten years.
For so many years, I had no desire for him, but he was good at acting in front of outsiders, so people around always thought that we were in love.
It was not rare for men to have affairs. Over the past few years, Aaron had been fooling around outside. I knew what was going on, but I just turned a blind eye to it.
After all, life had to go on.
But I didn't expect that he would push his luck and bring his mistress home.
But who was the woman this time?
Insensitive as Ellia was, she was silent after hearing such a shocking piece of news.
But I suddenly remembered one thing. Why didn't I see Rebecca's post?