Been in your own life

On the day Colby Lambert married Ruben Gibson, the heir of the Gibson Group, no one from the Gibson family showed up to offer their blessings. Only Ruben's grandmother, Brenda, called her.

"How about we make a bet?" Brenda proposed. "If you are still in love in the third year, I will convince our family to accept you. Otherwise, you'll have to divorce Ruben, and I will find him a woman with a matching family background."

With her head held high, Colby agreed confidently.

Ruben loved her with all his heart, even willing to break away from his family for her. How could they not last three years?

Yet, she hadn't anticipated that in their third year of marriage, Ruben would cheat on her.

...

In the eighth month of Colby's pregnancy, Ruben hired a new female assistant, Lesly Barton, whom he took everywhere, drawing much attention.

When people teased that Ruben had found himself a mistress for entertainment, he only smiled without comment, while Lesly blushed shyly, sparking vivid imaginations.

This seductive rumor soon reached Colby's ears.

"Men are all the same. Ruben once spoiled his wife so much, but now that she's pregnant, he still couldn't resist the temptation and found a mistress. And he even brazenly flaunts that mistress."

"That's men. When they love someone, they give them everything. When they don't, they take everything away."

"Rumor has it Ruben is bringing his mistress to his grandpa, Winston's 80th birthday party tonight. Well... well."

Colby's smile froze on her face as she stared at the message Ruben had just sent her. "Don't bother coming to my grandpa's 80th birthday party tonight. It'll just be a hassle for you with all the formalities. You're carrying my baby, precious. And if anyone has an issue, I'll handle it."

When she first read the message, Colby was moved. After all, Ruben had married her despite the entire Gibson family's disapproval, with Winston being the most vocal of the opponents. Winston despised her humble background and felt that she was not worthy of his precious grandson.

Ruben had remained silent, pulling out a revolver with a single bullet, and pointed it at his temple. He fired, then handed the gun to Winston with a sneer.