My Pothos Exposed My Husband's Mistress

Summary

I spent three years on a medical aid mission in Afrikad. During that time, my husband and I could only video call twice a year.

In our third year, I missed him so much that I secretly flew home, hoping to surprise him. The moment I opened the front door, I froze. A wedding portrait I had never seen before hung in the living room. In the photo were my husband and another woman.

Then, I heard a burst of chatter. As I looked closer, I realized the plants in the house had started talking again. The pothos stretched its vines toward the living room. “She’s back! She’s back!