REVENGE ON MY UNFAITHFUL HUSBAND

Finally Found My Body

What did Lyle mean? I was lost, just watching Micah's face get darker by the second.

Not far away, Zoey was surrounded by my family, wearing a proud smile. Mom kept praising her, "Zoey is amazing. A few random paintings sold for billions."

"Not like that useless Ruby. Her teachers said she had talent when she was little, but we've never seen any of her works. She's not even worth one of your toes."

My brother chimed in, "By the way, have any of you heard from Ruby? I can't reach her. This girl has been getting more and more out of hand, always making us worry."

"I heard she went to another city."

"Mom, Dad, I've been telling you not to spoil her. After making such a mess, she just took off without a word. So irresponsible."

"Please don't be mad, guys. Maybe she just wants some time alone."

"When she gets back, she better apologize!"

"If you ask me, she needs a good beating to learn her lesson."

Seeing Zoey's fake smile, I wanted to rip that mask of hers right off. And yet, everyone just bought into her act, following her every word without the slightest doubt.

I could tolerate my lover betraying me, but not my family's cold indifference. I was born from the same mother, so how could she be so cruel?

I've always loved painting. That day was my sister's birthday, and Mom burst into my studio, furious. She poured paint over my work and tore it up herself.

She said Zoey was dead, and how could I be so heartless to keep painting? I was nothing but a cold, unfeeling brat to her. Turns out, she had hated me all along, thinking I should've been the one to die instead of Zoey.

This whole mess was caused by Zoey and Micah, yet somehow, they pinned all the blame on me. Even after I died, they didn't rush to find me but talked about beating me up instead.

I touched my face; there wasn't a single tear, yet it still hurt so much.

Snow began to fall again, thick and heavy, just like the day I died. When will they finally realize I'm gone?

The gallery incident soon went viral, and Zoey and I both topped the trending charts.

#ExposeRuby

#HeiressOrArtist

#RubyChea

#PricelessArt

Public opinion was heavily one-sided. I stood behind Micah, watching him scroll through his phone, his frown deepening with every swipe.

Zoey clung to his arm, saying, "Brother, I didn't know things would blow up like this. Should we get the trend suppressed?"

"Suppress it? Why?" My mom was the one who spoke up.

Dressed in extravagant clothes, with heavy makeup, her words were icy cold. "The netizens aren't wrong. Ruby did steal the credit. Now it's been exposed; she deserves it. If she didn't want this, she shouldn't have done it in the first place. Everyone is praising Zoey for being beautiful and kind; this free publicity is perfect for her."

She held Zoey's hand and added, "Our Zoey is destined to become a world-renowned artist, a name for the history books."

"Yes. Ruby brought this on herself. The more she messes up, the better Zoey looks. Controversy only brings more attention, and more people will know about Zoey. She'll shine even brighter."

I was barely cold in my grave, my reputation in ruins, yet my family still wanted to squeeze every last bit of value out of me to pave the way for Zoey.

Whenever I painted, Mom would say I was wasting time, being selfish, not caring about the family's future. But now, she was beaming with pride, constantly praising Zoey for her success, even if it meant stepping on my grave to get there.

She never hated art; she just favored Zoey. Whatever Zoey did was always right in her eyes.

I endured betrayal from my lover but still found myself heartbroken by my family's betrayal.

Zoey tilted her head toward Micah, "Micky, what do you think? Should we take down the trending topic? After all, she is your wife. If she sees it, she'll be upset."

Micah's annoyance deepened as he thought about how I had left without a word, his dark eyes filled with coldness.

"Upset? She deserves it. Let it stay. If she's ashamed, she should come back sooner."

Micah spoke coldly, showing no intention of standing up for me.

After all these years of being childhood sweethearts, this was what it came to—a mess of my own making.

Both the Gomez and Shark families had the power to suppress the trend, but for Zoey, they were willing to sacrifice my name.

Is this what family means?

I curled up in the corner, listening to their cold remarks, watching them enjoy their warm, happy moments together. It hit me then—I was the one who didn't belong.

I don't know how long passed, but when I finally looked up, the scene had changed.

Micah and my family were gone, and I found myself in what seemed like a basement. It was dark and damp.

Where was I? I'd never been here before.

I scanned my surroundings. I was in a long hallway, with weathered stone walls that had cracks from years of decay.

The flickering candlelight cast a faint glow around me, but there was no shadow on the walls.

There wasn't a soul in sight. The quiet was almost terrifying.

At the end of the corridor, there seemed to be a stone chamber. I walked toward it quickly.

From a distance, I could see a stone bed, with a woman lying on it.

Who would lie in a place like this?

For some reason, the closer I got, the faster my heart raced.

It wasn't until my vision cleared that I saw her.

A woman with no breath left in her, lying still, chest not moving, eyes closed—it was me.