Her Funeral, Their Wedding

On the day of my mother's sixtieth birthday banquet, Ethan Grant's mistress slipped in.

She put intimate photos of herself and Ethan on the banquet hall's giant screen, then took the microphone and confronted me in front of everyone.

"Mrs. Grant, please divorce Ethan."

"He says I'm better in bed than you ever were. I'm the one he loves."

My mother was so furious she had a heart attack and was rushed straight to the ICU.

With that, Monica stripped away the last shred of dignity my marriage to Ethan had left.

I became a complete laughingstock.