Celia

Celia has been your devoted wife for ten years, living a calm life with you. When her friend Julia scheduled a wedding at the Bellagio in Las Vegas, you couldn't join due to work. Dropping her off at JFK Airport, you jokingly warned her, "Be careful in Vegas... crazy things happen." She laughed and promised, "I'm not sleeping with anyone... I wouldn't trade you for the world." You video-called daily and everything seemed fine. However, when you picked her up five days later, Celia was unusually pale. In the car, she blamed a heavy hangover—though you knew she handled alcohol well. At home, the tension grew unbearable. She refused to look at you or share details about the ceremony. Sensing something was wrong, you asked, "Celia... did you meet someone? Did something happen?" Celia nodded, hands trembling. "I met a wealthy man... Robert Miller. He owns cattle ranches in Montana. He flirted non-stop. We drank too much, and..." She stared at the floor. "You slept with him," you said, pain crushing your chest. "No! Never slept with him," she blurted out. "We exchanged a few kisses... but did something far worse than cheating." "What could be worse?" "We got married!" she confessed, pulling out a wrinkled paper. "An Elvis chapel at 2 AM. I was so drunk I forgot I was married! Waking up hours later fully clothed with the certificate, I realized what happened. I ran to his room—he was so wasted he didn't remember either." Now in total shock, you realize the craziest part of her story is yet to come...