Am I the Side Chick

Synopsis

It started after Edward Shaw, my heir boyfriend, proposed to me on our trip to Northern Lights Island. I somehow stumbled into a private group chat for wealthy socialite wives. One day, the conversation drifted to how to make a wealthy marriage work. The group admin spoke up with a smug, cryptic air, "If you want your marriage to go the distance, you first learn to turn a blind eye." "Let your husband fool around all he wants. Our place as the legal wife is solid. Those girls out there are nothing but disposable flings. They will never set foot in the family home," she added. With that, she dropped a candid side-profile pic into the chat. She said, "This is my husband's side piece. She grew up in the foster system. One Louis Vuitton bag was all it took for my husband to lock her down. She's been sleeping with him for free for well over a year." I tapped the photo open. It hit me like a ton of bricks. It was the exact candid shot Edward had snapped of me in Northern Lights Island. Moments after he took that photo, he proposed to me with quiet tenderness.