As I washed my wife's underthings, I discovered semen stains.

It had been over two months since I last did it with Winona Sundown.

She always looked down on me for not lasting long and being as boring as a dead fish.

I silently accepted her criticism and mockery.

That was until I saw a stranger messaging Winona with a hotel room number.

The hotel just so happened to be my workplace, Pinnacle Hotel. The room number was 8102.

I camped by the room, waiting to catch my prey.

However, the woman at the door was a young and sensual woman.

Unbeknownst to me, I had fallen into Winona's trap long ago...

Winona’s Streams

Under the dim lights, I plowed as hard and fast as I could, but Winona Sundown, my wife, was still unsatisfied.

"Jonathan Slymouth, can you hurry up? Even if you're useless at everything else, how can you be so useless at this? Are you even a man?"

I could no longer recall how many times Winona had taunted me over this same thing.

At first, I even mourned and felt hurt due to my ego as a man. I had privately sought many advice and supplements to get Winona to be satisfied with me.

I never thought that while the specialty supplements were so expensive that they cost nearly half of my monthly salary, they had little effect on me.

When Winona found out, she laughed and mocked me for it, saying one could not make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. I was a loser in whatever I did.

No matter how unpleasant and hurtful her words were, those were the facts.

I could only compensate Winona through other means. As soon as I was paid, I would put 500 aside for my meals before handing the rest to Winona.

Even so, she was not satisfied. She screamed and shouted at me, saying, "Jonathan, look at this paltry sum! I can't even buy the latest cosmetics with this! How are we meant to live on this?"

I patiently coaxed and appeased her with shoulder massages and made her favorite sweet and sour ribs.

Still, she slapped me across the face, cursed me out for being a man who was always eating, and stomped out of our home.

All alone, I picked up the shattered plates and cleaned up the mess in the living room.

Winona was not like this before. She was a completely different woman before we got married.

We met each other at university. My alright looks and great scores meant there were quite a few girls who liked me.

As for Winona, she had average scores with looks that were overshadowed by the beauty of the crowd of girls who liked me.

None of my friends expected Winona to be my girlfriend and later my wife.

However, Winona did one thing later on that made everyone around me change their minds.

We got married as soon as we graduated. In an instant, we were the envied couple who were deeply in love.

Initially, after the wedding, Winona was very sweet to me. I was a hotel manager while she took care of our home. Our lives might be average, but we were happy.

Everything changed from the moment Winona started watching live streams.

She used to wear light makeup. Now, she spent every night wearing exquisite makeup looks and dancing in the study room.

I was supportive of her at first. After all, Winona was home alone, so she would get bored. It would be good for her to make a few friends through live streams.

That was until I woke up in the middle of the night to pee. As I passed by the study room, I heard faint panting.

When I opened the door, what I saw broke my heart.

Winona was half-dressed as she sprawled out on the mat I bought for her and flirtatiously gestured at her phone. Over the phone, I could hear multiple men catcalling and cheering her on.

My rage exploded through the roof, and I demanded to know what she was doing.

The moment she saw me walk in, she visibly panicked. Then, she calmly buttoned up her clothes before coyly saying, "Bye, babes. I'm going to sleep now."

Before she could end the livestream, I grabbed her phone and smashed it to the ground. Then, I stomped on the tool she used for her streams, grinding down on it until it was shattered.

Winona silently and calmly watched me as though what I was doing had nothing to do with her.

Her composed manner infuriated me even more. I harshly grabbed her wrists and demanded an explanation.

"It's as you saw. Jonathan, if you weren't unemployed for so long, why would I have to flirt around with those men?"

My heart sank. Yes. I was no longer a hotel manager with a bright future. I was worse than even a laborer.

Two months ago, I was laid off without a clear reason.

I had begged my boss for mercy, but he refused to even meet me. In the past, he thought highly of me and constantly hinted that I might be promoted to his role in the future.

I knew that our finances would be tight since I no longer had an income source, but I never thought we would be that desperate.

In an instant, I became the anxious and guilty one.

Cheating on Me

Winona and I parted on unpleasant terms that day. I knew she was only streaming to give us a better life. Still, as a man, I could never accept the fact that my wife was doing that kind of stream.

From then on, Winona no longer streamed. I took on all of the housework, thinking it would make her less stressed.

She gave me the cold shoulder the entire time. Even though she was a woman with a high drive, she never once asked me to take her to bed.

I excused her behavior as her still being mad at me. I planned to cook her a feast of her favorite food to put her in a good mood while I told her about the new job I found.

While my job as a security guard at a hotel was not as glorious as my old job, I could find an additional job once I settled down.

I would work hard to earn more money for her. I would no longer make her feel forced to do something she did not like.

I had planned to surprise Winona with the feast, but she wasn't at home.

I called and called, but she never answered her phone.

Finally, she messaged me that she would be staying the night at her friend's place instead.

It would be a lie to say I was not disappointed. Still, I did not think much about it and turned my attention to the laundry.

When Winona returned to see just how much I had done, she would surely stop being mad at me.

Winona's undergarments were delicate, and I usually hand-washed them. On the contrary, I did not find it embarrassing to be washing my wife's undergarments.

However, for the first time ever, I felt an agonizing pain shoot through me.

There were visible milky stains on Winona's underwear. It was clear that this man could better satisfy Winona.

I resisted the urge to cry and interrogate Winona over the phone.

Perhaps I was mistaken.

I wanted to hide myself away in denial, but the stains right before my eyes kept reminding me that my wife cheated on me.

For the first time, I felt extremely useless and powerless. Still, I chose to live in denial.

All of that because Winona once loved me so much that she donated her kidney to me.

Since then, I began to pay heed to this girl who was so deeply in love with me. Eventually, I married her.

That was why I did not believe she would cheat on me. However, everything that happened next made it impossible for me to continue living in denial.

When Winona returned home the next day, she was in a rare, good mood. Her disdain for me dramatically decreased.

As Winona ate her favorite food, I told her about my new job.

She gave me a rare smile. However, that smile quickly turned into an ugly look when I told her I would be working at Pinnacle Hotel.

She slammed her cutlery down in anger. "Jonathan, I don't care. You will quit this job and find some other job."

The sudden change in attitude was very strange, but I did not think much of it. I had assumed she just found it shameful that I would be working as a security guard.

"Don't worry, Winona. While being a security guard isn't a grand job, this hotel pays quite well. I'll find a second job, too. In the future, you can just relax at home."

I had spoken with caution, but something I said still sent Winona flying off the handle. She poured a glass of orange juice over my head.

I was instantly turned into a messy wreck. All I could hear was Winona saying, "Jonathan, if you keep being such an embarrassment, I'll divorce you."

I did not understand what I had done wrong. An overwhelming bitterness spread through me.

Still, I endured the humiliation and agreed to quit as Winona requested. All of that just to save our crumbling marriage.

To my surprise, Winona suddenly changed her mind the next day. She told me to keep the job and, for the first time ever, apologized to me and admitted she had made a mistake yesterday.

As compensation, she gave me a passionate kiss. Just as I tried to go further, she stopped me, claiming it was that time of the month.

Winona's periods were very regular. Still, I did not expose her seemingly logical excuse for the lie it was.

Like a fool, I was wrapped up in my delusional dream of having a happy marriage.

Yet, she shattered my delusions once more, exposing me to the bloody truth.