Found My Husband’s Other Wife at a Funeral

On the fifth day of my husband Owen's business trip, his cousin Louise suddenly sent me a message.

Bruna, I saw the obituary Owen posted on Ins.

I'm in postpartum confinement right now, so I can't make it to your father's funeral. Don't be too sad. Take care of yourself and the baby.

My whole body froze.

My dad was perfectly fine. What funeral?

Also, Owen and I were childfreewhere did this baby come from?

I suppressed my inner unease and gave her a brief reply.

Then I used a burner account, pretending to be his relative, and added Owen on Ins. Sure enough, I saw that obituary!

I immediately drove three hours to the funeral venue.

In the solemn funeral hall, I met Owen's other "wife" from his Ins.

She looked at me with red-rimmed eyes, her voice choked with emotion:

"You must be Owen's relative, right? Thank you so much for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend my father's funeral."

My heart surged with shock as I carefully examined the woman before me.

She wore an expensive black dress and only light makeup, yet it was clear she was extremely well-maintained.

I tried to calm myself down, but my voice still trembled uncontrollably:

"Where's Owen?"

"He's..."

"Mommy!"

Before Emily could finish, a five or six-year-old boy rushed right over to her.

My breath caught.

That face was like a miniature version of Owen.

Counting the time, I'd been married for five years.

That meant Owen had been juggling two women at almost the same time.

So, did she know about my existence?

Between her and me, who was the mistress?

After our marriage, Owen said he was afraid I'd work too hard, so he wanted us to be childfree.

His family never gave me trouble over this even once.

I'd always been touched by his thoughtfulness.

Never did I imagine the truth was that he'd had a son with another woman!

Emily crouched down and ruffled the child's hair.

A smile appeared on her pale face:

"Jimmy, be good. I still have things to do. Go find Grandma."

My heart jolted. Mother-in-law Antonelli actually knew about all this!

The boy nodded obediently and ran to an old lady.

That was none other than Antonelli, who had been "bedridden with chronic illness."

Right now, she was holding her grandson and walking as spryly as could be.

In my memory, from the first time I met Antonelli, she'd been sickly.

Every day she took more pills than she ate food, and year-round she was practically a hospital regular.

The reimbursement receipts Owen submitted piled up like a small mountain.

My expression darkened, my voice trembling as I probed with a remark:

"The old lady seems really healthy."

Emily didn't notice my abnormal reaction. She sighed, her words carrying gratitude:

"Yes, Antonelli loves me like her own daughter. She raised the child."

"I don't work, and she gives me $20,000 in living expenses every month."

My heart clenched violently, and a suffocating feeling instantly enveloped my entire body.

Owen lived with my family.

Shortly after our marriage, he'd had surgery for a severe herniated disc.

Since then, he'd been unemployed at home, responsible for taking care of household meals and chores.

To support the family, I threw myself into business trips and overtime.

I worked my way up from director to CEO, and naturally my salary rose accordingly.

My father-in-law passed away early, and Owen had depended on Antonelli.

To put his mind at ease, I'd suggested several times that we bring Antonelli to live with us, but he'd refused with various excuses.

So I transferred $22,000 to Antonelli every month for medical and living expenses.

It turned out this mother-son pair had been using it all to support his mistress and bastard child!

There were quite a few guests at the wake.

Emily didn't notice my emotional state and brought me over to Owen's relatives.

I looked at these people's faceseach one more unfamiliar than the last.

Yet they all acted very familiar with Emily.

"Emily, you're the apple of Owen's eye."

"For him and the child, you must take care of yourself."

Emily smiled bitterly, her left hand moving to her lower abdomen.

"Don't worry, I will."

They even had a second child on the way! I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, yet I felt no pain.

Using the excuse that his hometown was too far, Owen had even kept our wedding simple.

After marriage, I'd never heard of him keeping in touch with any relatives.

I'd had my doubts.

But he would sigh heavily and say that after his father died early, those relatives bullied him and his mother.

Naturally, there wasn't much point in keeping in touch.

Only now did I understandthese relatives weren't avoiding contact with him.

They were just avoiding contact with me!

In their eyes, they only recognized Emily as Owen's wife.

Owen, what kind of enormous trap did you set for me?!

The relatives around them kept praising Emily:

"Owen is really good to you. I heard he claimed to be taking leave for surgery, but actually came home to keep you company. What a good man!"

"Such strong work capability, always the top salesperson, and he hands over all his money, even has to report his pocket money to you."

"You don't know how much we all envy you."

Emily's face flushed, happiness practically overflowing from her eyes.

"I've told him too that he needs to spend money when he's out, and doesn't need to be so hard on himself."

"But he cares about me, says he's afraid I won't feel secure, and he's willing to let me manage things."

Only then did I realizethe surgery, being unemployedit was all fake!

"I heard Owen is about to be promoted to director, right?"

"He's so capable, he'll definitely treat his wife even better in the future."

My heart jolted again.

Director? How utterly ridiculous!

Owen had a job, and I didn't know.

He had such a high salary, yet still felt entitled to spend my earnings.

I'd never even seen him bring home a single penny!

In reality, he'd given it all to another woman, supporting another household!

Emily's tone was gentle as she continued:

"Owen is the best person I've ever met. Being able to marry him is the greatest blessing of my life."

"When he heard something happened to my dad, he rushed over immediately and arranged this entire funeral."

A few days ago, Owen had looked flustered, saying he needed to accompany a newly employed friend on a business trip.

In reality, he came to be this woman's support.

And I'd thought he was being loyal to his friends.

Turns out, the clown was me all along.

"Not only that, everyone knows he's afraid you'll get tired, so he even hired a housekeeper for you."

"Emily, look how well-maintained you are, like a girl in her early twenties. You don't look like a mother at all."

I thought of looking in the mirror before leavingthe exhausted face staring back at me.

I was only thirty, but excessive overtime and running myself ragged for our small household had left me haggard.

Yet the woman before me had clear eyes, unburdened by daily necessities.

All because she had an Owen who loved her to the bone. But I didn't.

Emily's eyes curved into crescents, the grief from our first meeting already more than half gone.

"What touches me most is how good he is to my parentsso much better than me, their own daughter."

"He visits them every week, bringing all kinds of nutritional supplements. Each time he also transfers tens of thousands to them."

Perhaps mentioning her late father, Emily couldn't help but shed two more tears.

Because my dad was rather domineering, he disagreed with Owen and me being together from the start.

I was blind, insisting I had to marry him.

After marriage, to protect his pitiful little ego.

I resolutely moved out of my villa and bought a small two-bedroom to have our own little world.

Though it wasn't far from my dad's house, I rarely went back because of work.

Owen would only visit my dad during holidays, going through the motions perfunctorily.

It seemed cold, yet I couldn't pick out any specific faults.

He spent four days almost every week visiting his "sick" mother Antonelli.

In reality, he came here to reunite with Emily's family.

He even used the William family's money to give to his "in-laws" here.

What a "good son-in-law"!

Owen called Emily:

"Honey, I've bought everything needed for the burial."

"Don't worry, everything for our dad is absolutely the best."

"Stop crying so much. You need to take care of your health. Our family will depend on you from now on."

Emily was moved to tears:

"Owen, you're the one who works hardest for our family."

"Don't rush. There's still time. Drive carefully and stay safe."

After hanging up, an old lady in a wheelchair came to Emily's side.

"Emily, where's Owen?"

Emily wiped away her tears and forced a smile.

"Mom, he'll be home soon."

She looked at me again.

"I still have things to attend to. Could you help look after my mom?"

With that, she turned to greet other newly arrived guests.

Emily's mother Laura sighed softly:

"Emily's father passed away suddenly. Owen prepared this wheelchair for me, afraid I'd be overcome with grief."

"He means well, so I can't refuse this kindness."

Mentioning Owen, Laura's face filled with pride.

My heart had already gone numb with pain.

Inadvertently, I caught sight of the gold earrings on Laura's earsthey were my mother's heirlooms!

I thought I was seeing things, so I leaned closer to confirm several times.

Both earrings had scratches I'd accidentally made as a mischievous child.

In exactly the same positions!

I was certainthese were my mother's belongings!

Inner fury surged up, rushing straight to my head.

I reached out my hand, wanting nothing more than to rip them off right now and burn all bridges!

But ultimately reason prevailed over impulse, and I didn't do it!

I did want to blow up this scene, but not to become a laughingstock!

Making a scene like that would only make people think I was crazy.

That would be too easy on Owen and this family.

I retracted my hand frozen in midair. Laura asked me:

"Are you married?"

I tried to keep my tone steady: "Yes."

"How does your husband treat you?"

"He cheated on me, wouldn't let me have children, but secretly had a bastard with some tramp.

He even used my family's money to support that household."

Laura was slightly stunned, seemingly not expecting me to say such things, then anger appeared on her face.

"Disgusting! That man is absolute trash, and that mistress and her family are no good either."

Her words actually carried some indignation on my behalf.

"People like that belong in hell."

"You can't let them off easy, or they'll think you're a pushover."

Coincidentally, that's exactly what I was thinking.

Just then, Owen called me, his tone urgent:

"Bruna, something happened with my friend."

"I urgently need fifty thousand dollars. Transfer it to me quickly!"

My hand holding the phone kept trembling. I suppressed my rage and asked back:

"What happened?"

"Did someone in the family die?"

Owen was stunned, seemingly not expecting me, who usually supported him unconditionally, to say such a thing:

"Why are you talking like that?"

"Is that harsh?"

"What do I care about their business?"

"Figure it out yourselves!"

After hanging up, within seconds, a new message from Owen came through.

[You usually act so understanding, but you're actually this heartless.]

[Bruna William, don't regret this!]

The next second, Emily's phone chimed with a new message, and she walked over to Laura.

"Mom, Owen says he bought you some jewelry."

Laura smiled and said, "That boy, so extravagant."

While looking at the images Emily passed her on the phone.

When I saw that jewelry, I completely froze on the spot.

They were all my mother's heirlooms!

I finally understood what he meant by telling me not to regret it.

This man wasn't satisfied with just giving away the earringshe had to go this far!

It truly refreshed my understanding of him once again.

How could someone be so shameless?!

"Mom, Owen says it's only right to be filial to you."

"He also says after Dad's funeral is over, he'll take a few days off work to take you out to relax."

"Even if just for us, you must take care of your health."

Emily's voice trembled, tears instantly welling up.

Laura's eyes filled with tears as she gripped Emily's hand and nodded firmly.

Seeing this scene, my emotions were incredibly complex.

A loving mother and filial daughter, a harmonious family.

Without all this mess, I might have admired them like everyone else.

But all these happy scenes were built on trampling the happiness of me and my entire family!

Emily gracefully attended to the guests like a competent hostess.

Laura in front of me sighed deeply again, as if talking to me, yet also to herself:

"Owen even suggested bringing me to live at his place."

She pulled out a grayscale photo of her late husband from her pocket.

She touched the smiling face in the photo, a tear falling.

"Owen is a good man who knows how to care for people."

"Emily is with him, so you can rest in peace."

"Even I can close my eyes without worry now."

I instinctively clenched my fists, my brows furrowing.

My heart felt like it was being stirred by something, unbearably painful.

But whatever is owed must be repaid, no matter who it is, right?

Images suddenly flashed through my mind.

When Mom was critically ill, I knelt crying by her bed, hands trembling as I accepted the jewelry box.

Mom said this was my dowry, and also a safeguard in marriage.

Dad had a huge fight with me, determined to stop me from marrying beneath myself to Owen.

When he learned I'd gotten married, he fell ill from anger.

But he still offered me an olive branch first, telling me if I ever suffered any grievance, he would always be my support.

In a trance, I seemed to see myself again, working late at the office that night.

My heart full of expectations for a happy marriage.

Now, the dream was completely shattered.

I couldn't help clutching the pregnancy test in my bagone I'd stroked so many times it was creased.

It read: Pregnant, eight weeks.

I'd planned to tell Owen this good news when he returned from his business trip.

But sadly...

"Emily, I'm here." Owen's shout brought me back from my thoughts.

I saw him gently embrace Emily, coaxing her like a child, wiping the tears from her eyes.

I'd never seen such deep affection in his eyes.

I was also hearing that tender tone for the first time.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here for everything."

I never knew he had such a responsible side.

As for the other secrets he was hiding, I had no interest in knowing anymore.

Watching the two of them openly display their affection, my heart felt no ripples.

Turns out when anger reaches its extreme, it becomes abnormally calm.

"By the way, where's your mom?"

"One of your relatives is looking after her."

Owen let out a long breath and nodded.

"Then we should really thank them."

With that, his gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on a familiar figure.

And I walked up to the podium and picked up the microphone:

"Owen, my husband. How are you going to thank me?"

The entire funeral hall instantly fell dead silent.

His heart skipped a beat. Owen looked up in utter shock.

When his eyes met mine, his pupils contracted and all color drained from his face.