I Survived His Betrayal

Synopsis

Marcus's unforgettable love was a mute girl, and then I was the mute wife he married. Everyone in our circle laughed at me, saying, "No matter how much you try to imitate her, you'll never match the tear at the corner of her eye." Whatever. From the day I became mute, I no longer needed his love. Marcus hosted a homecoming party for Emily, and it was a hundred times more extravagant than our wedding. They stood together, looking like a match made in heaven, while I sat upright in the very center of the guest seats, the picture of a dutiful spectator. I kept a polite smile on my face, maintaining perfect composure throughout. As the party was winding down, Marcus wrapped his arm around Emily's waist and walked straight up to me. Under the spotlight, he looked at me with a mocking gaze. His voice was clear and cold. "You've spent four years imitating Emily. Why not show her yourself today, and let her see just how well you've copied her?" The room burst into laughter, waves of it washing over the crowd. I watched their intimate closeness, then quietly turned and walked toward the other side of the hall. Then, with everyone's eyes locked on me, I gently took another man's hand and placed it around my waist. Just like Emily, I nestled my forehead against his chest. Finally, I looked up at Marcus and signed to him, my eyes utterly indifferent. "Does it look like her?"