Eric had a hint of doubt in his eyes but then sat down, wanting to hold me in his arms.
I pushed him away in disgust. We'd been married for three years. I didn't expect that behind his loving appearance, he would be such a person.
I threw the photos at him.
"Eric, take a look yourself. We're getting divorced next Monday."
He picked up a photo and looked at it. Then he laughed.
"Honey, who photoshopped this so realistically? How could I, who love you so much, do such a thing? Have you forgotten that I always massage your belly when you have your period, and I bring you whatever you want with just one phone call? I do your laundry, wash your feet, and put you to sleep."
Hearing him say these things, I also felt a bit of pain in my heart.
I never thought that the person who could do these things and loved me so much would cheat on me.
Maybe love could be faked.
Eric kept explaining beside me, listing all the things he had done for me, looking like I had accused him wrongly.
He was about to hug me when the doorbell rang.
It was my mom, Margery. She was panting. When she saw us, she breathed a sigh of relief, then closed the door and came over to scold me.
"Bailey, don't believe your best friend. I think she's a vamp. She likes Eric and wants to break you two up. You can't fall for it!"
Anna stood beside me, thumping her chest in anger, her mouth opening several times without saying anything.
From my understanding of her, she didn't argue with my mom to save face for me. Otherwise, even ten women like my mom wouldn't be her match.
I glanced at my mom's outfit. Oh, she's fashionable and dressed better than me.
She had her hair permed into curls, and she had a manicure. Why did she leave halfway through it?
She must have known this in advance and rushed here desperately.
"Mom, I grew up with Anna since childhood. I trust her. But why didn't you let her tell me the truth? Eric has an affair. Why did you keep it from me? Are you really my mom?"
My mom swayed her hips and sat next to Eric, crossing her legs.
I frowned at her posture. How old is she? Why is she still acting like that?
"Bailey, I saw you cuddling a male colleague last time. You can't blame Eric for your easy virtue. Eric is so filial that he often massages me. You can't be heartless."
I was furious. What do you mean by cuddling?
I almost fell, and he helped me up. I don't even know him.
Are you my mother?