My Husband's Other Wife

Synopsis

The Gibson family had one unforgivable rule: no wife was ever allowed to visit her own family without her husband's approval. On our wedding day, Jerry was urgently called back to the research institute. He never came home after that. As a result, I hadn't seen my parents in three years. It wasn't until my father became critically ill and I begged my mother-in-law that she finally agreed to let me go home The moment I arrived in Parew, my car was rear-ended, and the impact sent me crashing into the vehicle in front. The driver of the car I hit stormed over, cursing and ready to throw a punch. Meanwhile, the woman who had rear-ended me stepped out, holding her phone as she apologized in a soft, gentle voice. "Please don't blame her. The accident was entirely my fault." The furious driver took one look at her face, and his anger instantly disappeared, replaced by a fawning smile. "Mrs. Gibson, it's an honor to have my car hit by yours. I hope you'll put in a good word for me with Mr. Gibson someday." Seeing the confusion on her face, he hurried to explain, "Everyone knows that if you want new bedroom tricks, you go watch Mr. and Mrs. Gibson at the floor-to-ceiling windows of Harbor Tower. I've seen you there myself, so of course I recognized you." The woman pouted playfully at the person on the other end of the call. "It's all your fault. You embarrassed me." Then she held the phone out to me with an apologetic smile. "My husband wants to speak with you. Don't worry. He just wants to make sure I wasn't hurt." I stared at the phone in her hand, frozen in disbelief. The wallpaper on her screen was a wedding photo of her and Jerry. The groom was my husband.