Chapter 3
I bent down, picked up the report from the floor, then slowly took off my jeans, staring at the red, blistered skin on my thighs and the deep purple bruise on my
waist.
I reached for the ointment and began applying it to the wounds bit by bit.
The cool sensation came, but my tears could no longer be controlled, falling onto the floor.
1 once thought Rhett was different from other men.
Back then, I had just graduated from a top Ivy League school and received offers from several Fortune 500 companies.
But Rhett gently promised me, saying he didn’t want me to work hard, he promised he would take care of me-for life.
So I gave up everything.
The career I had worked for, independence, my future.
I stayed home, playing the perfect wife, a housewife no one respected.
Because I thought I was marrying for love.
I remember when the other wives in the Upper East Side circle complained about their cheating husbands, I smiled smugly.
They said men get lost when they have money, they can always find younger mistresses.
And I would always proudly raise my chin amid envious glances.
My Rhett was different.
He was loyal, devoted.
He gave me the love every woman in the world craved.
Looking back now, I feel like a stupid joke.
The thought of divorce flashed through my mind-then quickly disappeared.
I had been away from work too long. If I lost Rhett, I probably couldn’t even survive.
But stay? Pretend not to see the betrayal? Like those Upper East Side wives who pretend their husbands aren’t cheating?
Just then, my phone chimed, breaking the silence.
I clicked on the screen.
A video began playing automatically.
At a cocktail party, Nyra wore a sexy red satin dress, intimately holding Rhett’s arm.
A man raised his glass, laughing, “Rhett, your wife looks even more charming!”
Sounds of agreement echoed around, everyone calling Nyra “Mrs. Gray.”
Rhett didn’t correct them.
He just smiled at Nyra, his eyes filled with a tenderness I had never seen.
Then came photos-intimate photos in various poses.
And an even more intense sex video.
The big bed was scattered with Nyra’s torn lingerie and Rhett’s underwear.
Nyre was naked, her legs wrapped around Rhett’s waist.
Rhett was thrusting into her forcefully.
Nyra moaned breathlessly: “Rhett, why are you always clinging to me? Why don’t you go back to your wife?”
Rhett laughed, punishingly thrusting deeper into her.
“She’s boring-like dry toast. I prefer you.”
Nyra cried out for mercy, her body trembling violently, screaming continuously under Rhett’s impacts.
I rushed to the bathroom, vomiting until I couldn’t breathe.
When I could finally stand up, I picked up my phone and called my lawyer.
“I want to file for divorce, on grounds of marital infidelity.”
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“Mrs. Gray, you need concrete evidence, such as videos and photos of them cohabiting. Only then will we have leverage in negotiatio
Evidence…
I hung up the phone and opened my hand. The cold apartment key lay in my palm.
I gripped it tightly. I had made up my mind.
Chapter 4
Early the next morning, Rhett came out of the bedroom, carefully observing my expression.
Seeing that I wasn’t angry, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He walked over and, as usual, leaned down to kiss me.
I felt disgusted.
The moment his lips were about to touch mine, I suddenly turned my head away, dodging him.
Rhett’s body stiffened, sensing something was wrong: “What’s the matter?”
I didn’t answer immediately.
Then I said calmly. “I’ve decided to go back to work.”
I can replace Nyra as your assistant.”
thett’s face immediately darkened, his tone stern as he retorted: “That’s ridiculous, you don’t understand anything!”
nteresting.
couldn’t help but laugh coldly. Back in school, I always beat him in different exams, and the scholarships I received were more than his annual expenses.
t was Rhett who firmly insisted that, as a man, he should bear the economic burden.
le begged me to stay home and promised that if I wanted to return to work, he would be supportive.
remember once jokingly asking: “What if you break your word?”
He raised his hand like making an oath, “I swear on my life, Liora. I would never treat you like that.”
My tears fell silently.
Sut Rhett was completely oblivious, busy adjusting his tie, thinking I had believed the “sex addiction therapist” lie.
I’m going to Nyra’s for continued treatment today, please don’t overthink it.” He said, his tone becoming gentle.
or the last time, I handed that medical report to Rhett.
le didn’t even look at it, impatiently pushing my hand away and walking toward the door: “I’ll look at it when I get back.”
he door slammed shut behind him.
gave Rhett one last chance.
le chose to walk away.
low it was my turn.
hat key led me into a small, dark bedroom.
Before me was an entire wall of one-way glass.
On the other side of the glass was a stage with a large bed.
And I was the only audience member.
On that messy big bed, Nyra wore black lingerie, straddling Rhett, laughing as she fed him a strawberry.
Rhett bit the strawberry, also taking her fingertip into his mouth, letting out a low chuckle.
Rhett,” Nyra teased, her voice sweet, “the game hasn’t even started yet…”
Ambiguous gasps and moans reached my ears through the glass.
Even so, I couldn’t look away.
I stared motionlessly at the scene in the glass, watching my devoted husband use patience and positions I had never seen before to pl
Then, expressionless, I slowly took out my phone, aimed it at those two people, and pressed the record button.
Khett, Nyra
Thank you for the wonderful performance you provided me.
Now, I will show it to the whole world.
