In it, she wept for the cameras, telling the media that her brother-in-law had caught me cheating during her pregnancy. That I'd lashed out first, spreading false rumors about her to cover my own sins.
Noel chimed in, grief-stricken, claiming he'd only tried to stop me from hurting Greta's feelings—but I'd assumed he would expose my affair and sought revenge.
The internet screamed for Greta to divorce this "gold-digger" immediately.
But she played the devoted wife.
"No matter what mistakes Bob makes in this lifetime, I can't stop loving him."
Watching her sickening performance, I couldn't hold it back. I threw up.
Greta heard from outside and rushed in.
"What's wrong?"
I frowned, watching Noel trail in behind her, and shook off her hand.
"Nothing. Just disgusted by you." My voice was flat. "Willing to destroy your husband's reputation to protect your affair. Greta, your love really is something."
Her face went chalk-white. She opened her mouth to explain.
But Noel suddenly dropped to his knees.