Madam's Secret Identity

"Your husband is in my bed right now."

At Rosewood Villa, which served as their marital home.

Hearing the WhatsApp notification, Evelyn Thomas hurried out of the kitchen. Without even washing her hands, she opened her phone and saw this message.

Below the message was a photo.

A young woman's slender, fair hand intertwined with her husband Michael Johnson's distinctly knuckled hand, fingers interlaced intimately.

The small black mole at the base of Michael's thumb stood out starkly against the woman's pale skin.

Evelyn's pupils contracted.

She struggled to calm the churning emotions in her chest, placed her phone on the table, and turned back toward the kitchen.

Today was her and Michael's third wedding anniversary.

When Michael left this morning, she had specifically asked him if he would come home tonight.

At the time, Michael hadn't even looked at her, only responding coldly: "We'll see."

Since he didn't say he wouldn't come back, that meant there was a possibility he would.

Perhaps he also remembered that today was their wedding anniversary.

Evelyn stood at the counter, continuing to prepare Michael's favorite ingredients.

Actually, this wasn't the first time that woman had sent her messages.

A few days ago, an unknown number added her on WhatsApp and began sending ambiguous messages.

"Your husband is cheating on you."

"Your husband says he loves my waist the most. Every time he sees it, he wants to pin me to the bed."

"We had drinks tonight. He said my lips are more intoxicating than red wine."

"When your husband kisses you, does he like to kiss your neck too?"

...

Before, there were no photos. Evelyn told herself not to worry about it, that maybe someone was playing a prank. After all, except for... she hadn't seen any other women around Michael.

But today...

That photo made it clear that everything the woman said was true.

Evelyn took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions to prevent the knife from cutting her hand.

The next second.

Her trembling fingers finally lost control. The knife in her hand slipped and stabbed into her left palm.

Bright red blood immediately flowed out.

Evelyn's tears also fell uncontrollably.

She tilted her head back, forcing the tears pooling in her eyes to retreat. She untied her apron, threw it aside, and walked into the living room.

The woman had sent her another photo.

It showed men's and women's clothes scattered messily on the floor.

She didn't recognize the woman's clothes, but the man's clothes...

Were the ones she had carefully selected and coordinated for Michael from the closet last night?

With trembling fingers, Evelyn opened the chat and sent a message.

"What exactly do you want?"

The woman's reply came quickly, two simple lines of text with obvious provocation.

"Do you and your husband have sex? He's pretty wild with me. He's practically wearing me out."

"Want to come over and help me share the load?"

Evelyn replied through gritted teeth.

"Address!"

This woman was being so provocative because she wanted to catch them in the act, right?

Then she would give the woman what she wanted!

Following the GPS, Evelyn drove over. As soon as she entered the villa gate, she saw Michael's car parked in the courtyard.

She clenched her fists, got out of the car, and strode inside.

"Evelyn? What are you doing here?"

In the dining room connected to the living room.

Her mother, Scarlett Lewis, stood up, looking at her with displeasure, her voice full of disgust.

Her father, Hayden Thomas, frowned: "Look at you, all flustered. What kind of behavior is this? Learn from your sister Elysia. Look how composed Elysia is."

Evelyn looked at Elysia Thomas sitting next to Michael.

Her own sister.

Instantly, everything made sense.

So that woman was Elysia.

No wonder Michael had been so indulgent with her.

Evelyn asked with a cold laugh: "When did you come back?"

Three years ago, Elysia was Michael's girlfriend. Their relationship was known throughout the city, and everyone naturally assumed Elysia would marry Michael.

Michael had even prepared a grand proposal ceremony for Elysia.

But right at that time, Michael was overthrown at the Johnson Group. He instantly went from being a wealthy CEO to a fallen man.

Devastated, Michael spent his days drinking. In his confused state, he nearly fell from a sixty-sixth-floor window.

Evelyn, who had secretly loved Michael all along, felt terrible for him. When no one was around, she sneaked over to find Michael, wanting to see if there was anything she could do to help.

Then somehow, she ended up in Michael's bed in a daze.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw Michael's eyes full of disgust, and Elysia tearfully pushing open the door.

Elysia ran out crying and left the country under the pretense of further studies.

Michael was forced to marry her.

A month ago, Michael reclaimed his position as CEO of the Johnson Group.

And Elysia had returned, though no one knew when.

Of the four people sitting in the dining room, three were blood relatives, and one was her husband, yet...

No one had told her that Elysia was back.

"Evelyn!"

Scarlett stood up, her expression even more disgusted, almost twisted.

"How dare you talk to your sister like that? Elysia spent all those years abroad because of you. Now that she's finally back, do you want to drive her away again?"

Both were Scarlett's daughters, but Elysia was the precious one held in the palm of Scarlett's hand, while she...

Was a stone stepped on underfoot, criticized even for being in the way.

Evelyn looked at the biased Scarlett with a cold laugh: "I never drove Elysia away. Three years ago, she chose to go abroad herself. You bought her the plane ticket. Now that she's back..."

She walked to Michael's side and pulled out the chair next to him: "She came back and notified my husband, but not me, her sister. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"Evelyn..."

Elysia looked at Evelyn timidly: "Please don't overthink it. Although Michael and I were a couple three years ago, but... since you're already married, even though I still deeply love... I would never be a homewrecker and destroy your marriage. I..."

As she spoke, Elysia bit her lip hard, and tears of grievance fell.

As if Evelyn were the wicked homewrecker trying to steal her man.

Scarlett pulled Elysia into her arms protectively: "Elysia, don't be afraid. This isn't your fault."

She glared up at Evelyn, her eyes full of venom: "Evelyn, you're the homewrecker. Everyone in Harmony City knows that Elysia and Michael are the perfect couple. You're the shameless one who, as the older sister, had sex with your sister's fiancé and forced Michael to marry you."

Evelyn laughed coldly to herself: Really?

At first, she had felt guilty, wondering if she had really ruined Elysia and Michael's relationship.

But as time passed, and with Scarlett, Hayden, and Elysia's subsequent behavior, she figured it out. She had been set up.

Elysia didn't want to marry Michael after he lost his position as CEO of the Johnson Group, but didn't want to be labeled as someone who abandoned him for being poor, so she deliberately set herself up.

"So what?"

Evelyn sat down next to Michael, her gaze sweeping past him to Scarlett.

"What do you want now? For Elysia and me to serve him together? Or for me to divorce so Elysia can marry Michael?"