My Husband Sent His Red Envelope to the Wrong Woman, So I Tore His Family Apart

At the family reunion dinner on Lunar New Year’s Eve, my husband handed out red envelopes in front of everyone. My son took one. A handwritten note slipped out when he opened it: “Wishing my precious son Yangyang every success and happiness every day.” But my son wasn’t called Yangyang. His name was Manman, meaning surrounded by love. Yangyang was my widowed sister-in-law’s child. I stared at that note for a full ten seconds. There were seven of us in the family, including my husband, his widowed sister-in-law, and her child. Everyone fell silent. My son held the red envelope, his smile frozen on his face. I’ll never forget that look. For the first time, I realized that the child without a father was my son.