While working a part-time job delivering food at a hospital, I unexpectedly ran into my wife, who had already returned to her parents' home.

She was holding hands with a man as they walked into the gynecology department.

I recognized that man.

He was Liam, my wife's first love.

After they left, the doctor told me that my wife had come for a prenatal check-up.

The doctor also mentioned that my wife was three weeks pregnant.

My wife had been using my busy work schedule as an excuse to avoid intimacy, and we hadn't been together in six months.

***

To figure out when these two started their affair, I hired a private investigator.

After doing all that, I called my wife.

"Wife, when are you coming back? I miss you so much. How about I come to pick you up, and we can spend some time in Emeraldia?"

My wife's voice trembled slightly over the phone, "Honey, I'll be back tomorrow. You don't need to make a special trip to Emeraldia. You still have your part-time job delivering food. I don't want to tire you out by making you run back and forth. You've already worked so hard for our family, giving up your rest time. I'm going to help my mom now, talk to you later."

Just before she hung up, I heard a man's voice.

Considering my wife's tone, I instantly understood.

I had become a part of their play.

Anger surged through my mind, and I wanted to tear those two apart immediately.

The only remaining wit told me it was not possible!

It wouldn't be enough for these two scumbags.

Before, every time I suggested intimacy, my wife would decline, saying I was too busy and needed rest.

But now, while I was out delivering food, she was sneaking around with her first love and even answered my call.

Was it exciting to play?

Thinking about it, Liam was already married, with a beautiful wife and a well-behaved daughter.

My wife and I had been married for five years, and we hadn't even conceived a child, let alone had much intimacy.

My wife always said we should take it slow because I was busy. Was this her idea of taking it slow?

Who was I delivering takeout for on Sundays?

Wasn't it because my wife said she wanted a bigger house? My primary job was a bus driver, just an ordinary one.

During holidays, whenever I had free time, I would deliver takeout. All the money I saved went into one card, and I wouldn't touch any of the money inside.

And when I received my salary, my wife would receive a text message.

She could spend the money in my salary card as she pleased.

I had a clear conscience when it came to my wife.

I didn't understand why she treated me like this.

I thought about it all night, and even the takeout wouldn't be delivered.

The next day, I figured it out.

I loved her too much, which allowed her to treat me so recklessly.

Wife, didn't blame me for being heartless.

I could provide you with a worry-free life, but I could also make you fall from grace.

Was it your first lover?

Then I would become the dark moonlight of my wife, only fear and sleepless nights when you think of me!

A private detective sent me a bunch of photos of Liam ,flirting with many girls.

Including my wife's private photos.

Every photo had a date.

Based on the date on the private photos of my wife, I deduced that it was the day after our daughter's third birthday, when my wife and I attended the Liam's party.

My wife knelt on the ground, looking up at the camera, with her private parts fully exposed.

The private detective told me that he found these photos on an adult website. Liam took many photos like this, and each girl had a collection, starting from simple obedience tests to more difficult ones.

The private detective told me that my wife's photos are classified according to their nature and belong to the initial simple obedience tests.

I asked for the name of the website and found Liam's account on this website while my wife was still not back.

There was a blogger named Little Dog's Nest who had made notes for each dog.

When I flipped to my wife's section, there were only two words, New Prey.

Apart from one private photo of my wife, there was nothing else.

Based on the photos taken by others, I deduced that my wife would also be arranged to undergo a high-difficulty obedience test in the next few days.

So, I decided to play along with the plan.

I pulled my wife's family and her best friend into a group chat, telling them that in a few days I would surprise my wife with a five-year wedding anniversary gift and asked them to keep it a secret.

Her best friend privately messaged me, "Did you buy a big apartment for Nina? Not bad, you've done a good job keeping it secret!"

I wasn't surprised that she would say this, because I had deliberately posted a picture of an unfinished large flat on Instagram, visible only to her best friend.

I initially planned to have her tell my wife about this when she returned from her parents' home, but I changed my mind.

Her best friend had a loose tongue, and there was a good chance she had already shown the picture to my wife.

When my wife returned home that afternoon, she seemed to be in a good mood.

Seeing me, she ran over excitedly and hugged me.

"Honey, I missed you so much. I came back early from my parents' home. Are you happy?"

Looking at Nina's innocent and harmless face, protected by me and looking much younger than her peers, I only felt a churning in my stomach, a wave of nausea.

The sincerity of these years had been fed to the dogs, and a poisonous one at that.

But to carry out my plan smoothly, I gritted my teeth and said, "Of course, I'm happy that you came back early, darling."

Hearing this, my wife started kissing and nibbling on my face and neck.

I knew this situation all too well.

My wife used to act like this when she was the one taking the initiative.

It had been a long time since I'd received such treatment.

It seemed my wife had already heard about the big apartment.

The next second, I smelled a faint scent of tobacco on her.

I remembered that my wife had probably just met up with her first love, and then she came to me...

The image of my wife and her first love appearing at the hospital flashed through my mind.

My wife squatted down.

……

It had been a long time since I felt this satisfied.

Perhaps because of Liam, my wife had completely changed into a different person. She was like a new being. I felt like I didn't know the former Nina anymore.

Perhaps I had never really known the real Nina. What she showed me was just a facade, and only in front of her first love, Liam, was she her true self.

I lit a cigarette afterward. The smoke curled around the bedroom, and when my wife came out of the bathroom, she was so choked by the smoke that she immediately walked over and snatched the cigarette from my hand.

"Michael, you never used to smoke in the bedroom. What's wrong with you today? Don't you know I hate the smell of smoke?"

Looking at the cigarette thrown into the trash, I could only find it amusing. She didn't even realize how strong the smell of smoke was on her when she came back, did she?

Not allowing me to smoke in front of her, but being able to tolerate another man smoking in front of her, huh?

I pretended to be aggrieved and said, "Honey, it's been a while since we've done it. I got so excited that I forgot you can't stand the smell of smoke. It won't happen again. Please forgive your husband, my good wife."

My wife, who was standing by the bed, relaxed her frown and smiled.

"Honey, you did well today. Who knows, maybe we'll have our own child soon."

Child?

The child in my wife's belly was really resilient; even after all this, it was still fine.

I hadn't been harsh enough; that wouldn't do.

While my wife was still in a good mood, I grabbed her by the waist and said, "Honey, we'll have our own child, so you'd better not mess around outside."

My wife's face turned pale instantly, and she quickly said, "How could that be, darling? You know you're the only man for me."

Indeed, my wife had given her first time to me. I was so moved that I swore I would marry her no matter what.

I got what I wanted, but my wife had broken her promise.

After saying this, I pulled my wife back into bed for another round.

I didn't care about her resistance and kept going until she fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, her phone lit up. A message came from 1008611.

[See you tomorrow night at the motel near your house. You book the room and tell me the room number once it's done. My wife is strict with me; I'll reimburse you for the room.]

This was clearly sent by my wife's first love.

I remembered that Liam's wife was very strict with him. He could still do so many things behind her back. What would happen if I let his wife know about this?

Time was running out, and the task was urgent.

Judging by the timing, Liam was planning to conduct a high-difficulty obedience test on my wife.

My wife's password hadn't changed, so I immediately booked a room near our house online, sent the details to the other person, and then deleted the conversation and blocked them.

I wasn't worried about my wife finding out—worst case, I would just confront her directly.

However, knowing Liam's character, he wouldn't contact my wife during the day.

The next day arrived quickly.

My wife had prepared a sumptuous breakfast for me early in the morning, bustling around to take care of everything.

If I hadn't seen what she and her first love had done with my own eyes, I might have been fooled and would have treated her even better, believing in this so-called happiness.

Thankfully, fate gave me a chance to see the truth.

My wife placed a bowl of porridge in front of me, speaking softly, "Honey, drink it while it's hot. I cooked it for two hours so you could have something warm and nourishing to eat when you got up, giving you the energy to work hard for our little family."

I took the bowl and sipped it. It was clearly from the takeout place downstairs.

It reminded me of how the food my wife supposedly cooked at home always had that takeout taste.

She had been fooling me for years, making me believe her tricks.

After breakfast, I left for work.

In reality, I had taken a day off from my boss.

I sent the room number in the group chat, telling everyone to meet at 2 PM to set up the room and give my wife a surprise.

I figured my wife was already eagerly anticipating it.

I sent a text message to my wife.

[Honey, come to the hotel tonight; I've prepared a surprise for you.]

Then I got a new SIM card nearby and texted Liam's wife.

[Old hag, you can't compare to me. Your husband will be with me tonight. If you don't believe me, come see for yourself. You should just give up!]

After sending the message and the address, I went to the room I had booked.

Liam's wife called, but I ignored it.

She got desperate and started texting insults.

[You just wait! I'll tear your mouth apart!]

Soon, it was time.

Everyone came.

My wife's best friend couldn't contain her excitement when she saw me and teased, "Michael, who knew you had so much potential? That apartment is really nice. From the location, it looks like it's in the best neighborhood around here. Where did you get the money?"

She hit the nail on the head. I smiled lightly and said, "I'll only tell you, so don't spread it around. It's my parents' savings."

In truth, I had only paid a down payment of 83,000 dollars, and I didn't have the 30 thousand dollars left to pay.

I hadn't used much of my parents' savings, as they had worked hard their whole lives for me.

As their son, I should be letting them worry less about me.

But to take revenge on a cheater, I had to lie.

Linda, my wife's best friend, made a knowing gesture and signaled for silence.

They decorated the room to look just like our wedding chamber.

But things had changed, and people too.

As time ticked closer to the evening.

We didn't turn on the lights, and everyone turned on their phones ready to record at any time.

Time passed minute by minute.

Outside the door, I heard my wife's voice.

"Why are you here?"