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My Husband Chose His Mistress, Then Begged Me to Come Back
Novelix
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For three years, I loved Ryan while he chose Lindsay—the woman he called his future. She humiliated me online, ruined my reputation, and turned my pain into entertainment, while Ryan stood by and watched. Then my mother collapsed, and the truth behind Lindsay’s lies finally came out. I lost my mother, my marriage, and the last bit of love I had for Ryan. But when Lindsay’s perfect image fell apart, Ryan finally came crawling back. He promised to make everything right. He begged for another chance. But after three years of betrayal, I had only one answer: It’s too late.
Chapters (3)
第1章
My fiancé's first love is the internet's biggest prankster—and for three years, I've been her favorite target.
Every video she posts with me in it goes viral.
"Real love can take a joke," she always says.
So Ryan never stops her. He plays along. Every single time.
I'm their clown. Their content. The internet's favorite punching bag.
"Love means being open to surprises," she says.
So on my birthday, at my own engagement party, they humiliate me on camera. I cry. Ryan just stands there, smiling, taking photos.
"I need to test how much you can take," she says.
So the whole internet calls me a homewrecker. A side chick. Trash chasing a taken man.
Ryan never corrects them. When I break down, he just pats my hand.
"You're my girlfriend. That's the truth. You don't need strangers' approval."
Three years. Every ugly, humiliating second of my life—cut into TikToks that rack up millions of views.
Then comes the wedding.
In front of everyone, Ryan takes my hand so gently. He slides the ring onto my finger.
My eyes fill up. I really think I've finally made it. I really think I finally have him.
Then Lindsay walks up, laughing, holding an empty ring box up to the camera. She claps her hands.
"Congrats to me—my latest prank worked perfectly!"
"Nora never noticed. The box Ryan used tonight? Fake. The ring inside? Fake, too. I swapped them both out last night."
The whole room explodes with laughter. The livestream blows up in seconds.
I stare at the ring. The diamond on my finger burns like a slap.
And now I get it.
This whole wedding? Start to finish? Just their grand finale prank.
I don't scream. I don't ask questions.
I slide the ring off. I turn around. I walk out.
...
"Ry! I killed it again!"
Lindsay high-fives Ryan, cackling like she just won the lottery.
"Told you — I'm built for this influencer life! This one's hitting a hundred million easy!!!"
"Yeah. You crushed it."
Ryan smiles at her like she hung the moon. His eyes never leave her face.
Me walking out? He doesn't even notice.
I curl my fingers into fists and drag myself home.
Strangers stare at me the whole way. Whispering. Filming.
The second I close my door, my legs give out. I hit the floor.
My wedding dress scratches at my skin. My arms are already raw and red.
I laugh. Bitter. Ugly.
Because this isn't the dress I picked out. The one I spent two weeks choosing.
This is a cheap knockoff. Swapped without me knowing.
Another prank.
I exhale. My chest feels hollow.
I check my phone. Seven missed calls. All from Mom.
I call back. No answer.
My stomach drops. "Please, God, don't let her have seen it."
Her nurse usually keeps her phone away. She couldn't have watched the livestream. Right?
I breathe out slowly.
Then Ryan's text lights up my screen.
"Lindsay's right. You're getting bratty. Walking out on our wedding? Did you even think about how we felt?"
No apology. No "are you okay?" Just blame.
Same story. I'm the one bleeding. But somehow I'm always the villain.
I grip the phone tight.
For the first time in three years, I don't text back.
I open the trending page. It's all me.
Me, standing there like an idiot in slow motion. Zoomed in. Replayed. Ripped to shreds in the comments.
"Dying — Nora looks like a literal clown 😂"
"Lindsay's finale is UNMATCHED. Empty ring box?? Iconic."
"OMG Ryan is SO in love with her. First loves hit different 💕"
"My brain hurts. Who lets themselves get punked for THREE YEARS and still marries the guy??"
"Ban this cheap content!! ✋"
...
"Guys, it's her wedding tho. Isn't this a bit much?"
"Nora, log in on your MAIN and defend yourself. Oh wait — you can't. You know you're the side chick."
The few sane comments get buried in seconds.
Someone photoshops my face onto a black-and-white funeral photo. It spreads everywhere.
Three years I waited for this wedding.
And I ended up the biggest joke on the internet.
第2章
This kind of online pile-on?
I've lived it for three years.
Every time I broke down, Ryan just shrugged.
"The internet isn't real, Nora. Stop taking it so seriously."
"Lindsay's out here hustling alone. I'm just helping her. It's not romantic. You're my girlfriend. But you keep acting paranoid — it makes me wonder if you even trust me."
And I believed him.
I sucked it up for three years.
Until this moment. Until right now.
Ryan never loved me. Not once.
My pain. My humiliation. Every tear I cried.
All of it — just fuel for Lindsay's viral clout.
God, I'm such a fool.
My phone rings. Sharp. Panicked.
Mom's nurse.
"Miss Wynn! Get here now! Your mom saw the livestream — she got so upset she passed out! We just got her to the ER!"
The blood drains out of me.
I run out the door like my life depends on it.
I'm barely standing outside the ER when I see them.
Ryan, walking toward me. Suit still crisp. Face still blank.
He looks at me like I'm nothing.
Beside him, Lindsay in her stupid heels, makeup on point.
They look like a couple. It's disgusting.
My eyes sting. I look down.
"What are you two doing here?"
"Your mom fainted. The nurse called me too," Ryan says. "You were out of line, Nora. Walking out of your own wedding."
I stare at him.
Lindsay smiles, twisting the knife.
"Nor, three years and you're still like this."
She pauses. Setting up the shot. "Bailing on your own groom? No wonder your mom collapsed."
I laugh, sharp. "You're seriously talking about my wedding? Wow. You two really are a match — one shameless enough to chase her ex, and one gross enough to date someone new while still panting after his old girlfriend."
The air goes still.
Lindsay's fake smile cracks.
Ryan's eyes flash. His jaw goes tight.
"Nora, that's enough."
Enough.
He says I'm the one going too far.
I laugh again. "Ryan. What am I to you? Really?"
Silence.
My chest is caving in. I can't breathe.
I turn away. "We're done."
"Both of you — get out. NOW."
Pain shoots through my arm.
Ryan grabs me. Hard.
His eyes are burning.
"Nora. We just got married."
He looks straight into me. His throat works.
"The empty box was a joke. Just a joke. Don't take it that way."
Three years of dating. This is the first time he's ever explained anything to me.
Too bad I don't care anymore.
I twist my mouth into something like a smile and shake him off.
"You still don't get it? It was never about the damn box."
"Ryan, if you can't let her go — don't drag someone else into a relationship. It's disgusting."
第3章
"Nor, it's just a joke. Are you seriously threatening to break up with Ry over this?"
Lindsay flips her hair and smirks.
"The saddest thing a woman can do is threaten to leave a man who doesn't give a damn."
My nails dig into my palms.
"And drop the act, sweetie. Your mom worked so hard to save Ry's life — we all know it was so she could shove you up the ladder."
"Lindsay!"
Ryan's face darkens.
Lindsay pouts and turns away. "What? I'm not wrong…"
I look at Ryan. My whole body is shaking.
"You think that too?"
Suddenly Mom is in my head. Covered in blood.
That car accident. I almost lost her forever.
Twenty-four hours of surgery. They barely saved her.
But she never walked again. Paralyzed from the waist down. Stuck in a nursing home bed.
And the man who caused it? Ryan.
He was drunk. He staggered across the road. A car came flying.
Mom threw herself in front of him. Took the whole hit.
I never once used it against him. Never even brought it up.
And now he's just standing there. Letting Lindsay drag the woman who saved his life.
Tears roll down my face. Hot. Fast.
I point at the door and scream.
"GET OUT!"
"BOTH OF YOU — GET OUT!"
Ryan opens his mouth like he wants to say something.
Then closes it and leaves.
The next afternoon, Mom finally wakes up.
Her eyes find me. A single tear slips down.
"Nor…"
I bend down close.
She struggles to breathe. Her voice is a scrape. "Mom… so sorry… made trouble for you…"
I know what she means.
She's still guilty about saving Ryan. And now she blames herself for being paralyzed. For being a "burden."
I shake my head hard. I wrap my arms around her. I choke on my own voice.
"Mom, don't say that. I only have you. I only need you."
A knock at the door.
I turn.
It's Ryan. Holding a bouquet.
"Mrs. Wynn, I came to see you."
Mom gives a tiny nod.
Then closes her eyes. She won't look at him.
"What do you want?"
Ryan's face falls. "Do you have to talk to me like that?"
I tuck Mom's blanket up and walk toward the door.
"Outside."
In the hallway, he holds out the bouquet.
"These are for you."
I look down.
Red roses. Perfect. Bright. Beautiful.
I don't take them. I step back.
"Thanks. But you got the wrong girl."
Ryan stares at me like I'm throwing a tantrum.
I hold his eyes. One word at a time.
"Lindsay's the one who loves roses."
"I'm allergic to pollen."
His hand freezes in midair. "…Sorry."
My chest aches. Dull and heavy.
I turn away.
"Just go. And don't come back."
"Wait—" Ryan blocks me. His eyes shift.
"Can you… record a video? Just a few minutes."
He shoves his phone in my face.
There's text already typed out.
"The prank at the wedding and me walking out were all part of a script I wrote myself. Miss Lindsay Fraser had nothing to do with it. Please stop reading into things and stop targeting her. Cyberbullying is not okay."
He pulls out a second phone. Hits record.
"Just read it."
