Chapter 4

As soon as the door opened, I smelled an unfamiliar perfume on her.

Faint, but unmistakable. Like marking territory.

I took her luggage from her.

Feigning calm, I smiled and asked: "How was your trip?"

I watched her face closely, looking for any trace of guilt or unease.

Her eyes flickered for a moment. She mumbled a few vague words, not at all like someone just back from vacation.

I remembered something she'd said before leaving: "Don't worry about me, I'll make sure to relax and enjoy myself."

Thinking back now, it was quite telling.

I felt a wave of bitter mockery. I'd been so naive before, missing such obvious signs. I was already glowing green.

While she was in the shower, I secretly went through her bag.

Unsurprisingly, there was an opened box of condoms.

Even though I was prepared, it was still hard to process.

Next, I took out her phone.

I scoured her contact list and chat history but found nothing suspicious.

I hesitated for a moment, then tried switching accounts.

Sure enough, there was a hidden account - her work account as a sleep therapist.

This account had a contact pinned at the top labeled "Hubby". I clicked to view his profile, but there were no photos. Clearly he was using an alternate account too.

I frantically scrolled through their chat history, trying to figure out when they'd started hooking up.

The filthy messages on screen were like knives stabbing my heart. I couldn't believe these words came from my usually cold wife's mouth. Every line felt like it was mocking me.

"Be gentle tonight, you hurt me last time. I almost got caught."

"Good thing I pretended to be drunk, or we would've been busted."

"Next time let's do something even more thrilling. Video call me while you're next to your wife."

"Hehe, you're so bad."

I nearly threw up. My blood was boiling, and it took all my willpower not to rush over and slap her.

I vaguely recalled a night a few weeks back when my wife came home very late.

Her hair was messy, her face flushed, her voice soft and breathy.

She stumbled in and collapsed on top of me.

I could feel she wasn't wearing a bra, and I was secretly thrilled my wife was being so forward.

But she pushed me away, saying she'd been drinking and felt awful.

I rushed to make her a hangover soup, but by the time it was ready she'd fallen asleep.

Now I realized how foolish I'd been.

Olivia does her sleep therapy work every night. Who knew she was actually getting therapy in bed.

I wanted to make this pair of adulterers pay.

I kept searching her bag and found a bottle of lube.

Damn, things must get pretty wild if they need that stuff.

I dumped out the lube and replaced it with super glue.

You like playing risky games? I'll make sure you two are inseparable from now on.

I quickly jotted down the man's account info, but found this alternate account didn't allow friend requests.