This would make her feel that everything she had done all these years was a huge joke.
She was like a clown, jumping around for many years, being filial to her in-laws, helping her husband and raising her children, taking care of the house, and doing everything she should do. She thought that her husband was on the same level as her, but she didn't expect that everything was fake.
If this lie could continue to lie to her until she died, that would be fine.
Yet, after so many years, she found out.
Thinking back to the past, every day was like a knife cutting into her body.
Ji Mianmian carefully observed the expression on Madam Murong's face. Her lips were tightly pursed, as if she was gritting her teeth. Her eyes were red, and she was trying her best to hold back something.
Ji Mianmian glanced at Madam Murong's hand, which was trembling slightly.
