The Fog Cleared and I Tore the Scumbag Apart with My Hands

On our third wedding anniversary, I bumped into my husband and another woman in the hotel. He protected her and said, "She just loves me too much." The whole audience was waiting for me to collapse. I smiled and threw out the pregnancy test form, but the woman across from me cried: "Sister, he used my money to support you for three years." It turned out that the perfect husband was a double-faced liar. He deceived two women at the same time and weaved two lies. And the woman I regarded as my opponent became my only ally in fighting back. When the truth was revealed, a bigger secret emerged - there was a third victim hidden behind him. This time, we join forces to make him pay with blood.