Even after five years of marriage, Benjamin Lane continues to maintain his image as a devoted husband. He's the scion of the Lane family, yet he strictly adheres to curfews and comes home on time.

He drives me to work every day and goes all out to prepare gifts for me on various anniversaries and holidays. His social media is also all about his doting love for me.

The online community calls him a hopeless romantic; countless people ship us together.

However, he's logged in to his WhatsApp account on his tablet. I see a video another woman has sent to him.

After having been married for five years, Benjamin Lane had always maintained the image of a devoted husband. Nicknamed the "Prince of the Lanes", he followed a strict curfew and always returned home on time.

Every day, he personally drove me to work, and on numerous festive holidays, he went to great lengths to prepare gifts for me. All his social media accounts were also filled with his daily acts of spoiling me—his wife.

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed.

But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video.

In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free.

"Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"

The woman's voice sounded sweet and tempting, laced with a hint of coquettishness.

I didn't think much of it at first. It was normal for someone to like Benjamin—after all, who didn't have a few admirers? Plus, Benjamin had given me enough sense of security over the years.

But just when I assumed this was another one-sided attempt at seduction, Benjamin had replied, "Tomorrow, you won't be able to get out of bed for the whole day."

I felt my heart skip a beat when I read that.

Just then, I heard the sound of the bedroom door opening, and I silently exited his WhatsApp and casually scrolled through short videos as if nothing had happened.

Benjamin climbed onto the bed and pressed up against me from behind. He had just finished showering, and the faint scent of body wash still lingered on him.

He intimately nuzzled his chin against my shoulder, and as he turned his head, his warm lips lightly brushed against the skin of my neck.

"Selena, what are you so focused on?"

Benjamin looked down at the tablet, and he paused in his previously affectionate movements for a moment.

"Why are you using my tablet? Um, I mean… It feels nicer to watch short videos on a phone," he said hesitantly.

As he spoke, his pupils flickered shiftily for just a second—but I caught it.

I had to admit that Benjamin's side profile was undeniably handsome. It was no wonder the netizens kept begging him to be an actor.

I curled my lips into a faint smile and said casually, "My phone's out of battery, so I just used the tablet for a bit. What, is that a problem?"

Benjamin loved playing games, and he used the tablet most of the time. I had picked it up purely on a whim, never expecting to stumble upon something I shouldn't have seen.

"Of course not. It's just that the storage is full, and it's lagging. If you want to use it, I'll uninstall my games and free up space for you," he replied.

As he spoke, he naturally took the tablet from my hands, pretending to clear some storage. His slender fingers tapped on WhatsApp, and when he saw that it was now logged into my account, he visibly relaxed.

"Never mind. I don't want to use it anymore," I said.

Benjamin laughed, and he casually tossed the tablet onto the bedside table. His eyes sparkled, and his tone was playful as he said, "Okay. Then, I'll play something else with my little Lena later on, hmm?"

The ever-proud and composed Benjamin was now looking at me with nothing but tenderness and joy.

I looked at him too, but inside, all I felt was a sharp bitterness.

We had been high school sweethearts, and for so many years, he had always been the perfect partner—always giving me a sense of security and always putting me first, no matter the occasion.

Whenever another woman tried to get close, his response had always been the same—he would raise up his hand with the wedding ring on and say, "Sorry, I have to be with my wife."

Everyone who knew us was aware of his "devoted husband" behavior, and they all envied me for being deeply loved by a dedicated and outstanding man like Benjamin.

And so the back-and-forth flirty messages on his WhatsApp account felt like a dagger that stabbed into me over and over again.

It was absolutely disgusting.

I pushed away the unruly head he had affectionately nudged against me.

"I'm going to get a glass of water," I said impassively.

Benjamin grinned. "I'll get it for you, Lena."

I slipped on my slippers and followed behind him. I sat down on the living room couch and watched as he adjusted the water temperature, carefully touching the glass with his hand to make sure it wasn't too hot before handing it to me.

His gaze was filled with such warmth, so tender and affectionate, that anyone who looked at it couldn't help but feel suffocated.

I felt dazed for a moment, and my grip faltered. The glass slipped from my fingers, shattering on the floor and splashing water everywhere.

"It's fine, it's fine! Don't be scared. Did you get hurt?" he asked anxiously.

Benjamin immediately grabbed my hand, trying to soothe me as he anxiously checked if any glass shards landed on me.

"There, there, Lena. Sit here and don't move. I'll clean it up."

As I looked at the man before me—acting so caring and so gentle, as if he loved me more than anything—I just couldn't understand how things turned out the way they did.

I felt my eyes heat up with a burning sensation, and I forced myself to hold it in by holding my breath.

He probably thought I was upset, because he smiled and lightly rubbed the tip of my nose.

"What's the big deal? I'll help you get another glass cup, okay?" he said softly.

After Benjamin switched the lights off, he carried me in his arms and rubbed his head gently against my neck.

"Lena, are you feeling unwell? You seem a little out of it," he said with concern.

I turned over, facing away from him. "Maybe I didn't sleep well."

He chucked. "Alright then, I'll let you off tonight and just cuddle you."

Before long, the sounds of Benjamin's breathing became steady, and he drifted into a deep slumber.

Under the dim glow of the moonlight, I gazed intently at him until tears began to uncontrollably stream down my face.

I could still remember the day he got down on one knee and proposed to me. He had told me, "Please give me a chance to be your knight. I will love you and protect you forever, until the very end of my life."

At this moment, every beautiful memory felt like nothing more than a cruel joke.

I tossed and turned, unable to get myself to fall asleep. Thus, I picked up the tablet and went to the living room.

I tapped in and checked his other social apps, even Google Drive, but every single one had been logged out.

Benjamin, you had to be feeling guilty as hell, huh?

The moment I climbed back into bed, Benjamin instinctively embraced me in his sleep.

"Lena, love me forever…" he suddenly muttered.

His nose that brushed against my ear felt warm and scalding. He hadn't woken up—he just murmured this before sinking back into deep sleep.

The familiar scent and warmth of his body had once been my safest haven. So, when did this embrace find a new owner?

…

The next morning, Benjamin held up his tie, pouting as he said petulantly, "I want Lena to tie it for me!"

He always went for a morning run, and after washing up, his skin was still damp with the condensed steam.

His usually cool, indifferent eyes looked at me, glistening with moisture. And I—unable to resist—relented.

He triumphantly pulled me into his arms and rubbed his chin lightly against the top of my head.

Benjamin gently said, "Lena, do you want to go to the auction held at Jewel tonight? Shall I bid on the biggest ruby and give it to you, hmm?"

The auction catalog from Jewel Hotel had already been delivered to me in advance, and I could freely choose from all kinds of exquisite jewelry and rare gemstones firsthand.

The ruby he mentioned was the centerpiece of the event—huge and exceptionally precious.

"Lena, as long as you like it, I'll make sure to get it."

I was a jewelry designer, and I enjoyed crafting jewelry. Sometimes, I even made pieces by hand.

Benjamin had always been supportive of my career. When I'd first graduated, Benjamin had spent a fortune purchasing all kinds of gemstones and materials so I could experiment with my designs.

Meanwhile, participating in numerous competitions allowed me to establish myself quickly in the industry.

But the truth was—I simply loved jewelry design. I preferred to take my time refining my craft, which was why I had already withdrawn from all competitions.

When I met Benjamin's expectant gaze, I curved my lips into a small smile, saying, "I don't like that ruby. Just forget about it. Besides, it just so happens that I want to take a break for a while."

Benjamin raised an eyebrow, then chuckled as he ruffled my hair. "That's good too. Don't pressure yourself, and take your time to rest. Whenever you're ready to get back to work, I'll get you even better ones."

After he got dressed neatly, he bid me farewell and left for the office.

I stood on the balcony and watched his Maybach drive out of the neighborhood.

And then, as if possessed, I opened my phone and connected to Benjamin's dashcam app.

I heard him say, "Bid on it and gift it to Jessica. Find a good design company to create a complete set of accessories for her.

"I'm on my way to the office now. I'll be spending the entire day with her."

Benjamin chuckled lightly and said, "Tell her to wear the bunny outfit."

I closed my eyes. I felt my heart suddenly clench with excruciating pain before finally becoming so heavy that it seemed to plummet and crash down into the abyss.

As I sat dejectedly on the couch, my mind kept replaying the things Benjamin said.

Would he hug her? Would he kiss her?

When I rushed to his company, the only person in the office was Benjamin's assistant, Anson Pierce. He didn't usually stay by Benjamin's side while he was going about his tasks.

Anson greeted me warmly when he saw me. "Mrs. Lane, you can wait in the office first. Mr. Lane is in a meeting now. Would you like me to make you a cup of coffee?"

I declined his offer and stepped into Benjamin's office.

Benjamin had always known how to enjoy life, even as a boss. His office was a massive suite—the outer section was his workspace, and further inside, there was a private lounge and a game room.

I walked straight into the game room, feeling restless and upset, so I decided to distract myself with a game.

"Don't look! I'm shy!"

A burst of soft-sounding laughter came from somewhere else, and I instinctively yanked off my headphones.

"Alright, alright, you change—I won't look." That was Benjamin's voice.

Even though I couldn't see his face, I could easily picture his indulgent expression as he said those words.

The game room door wasn't fully closed, and their flirty voices carried through loud and clear.

I turned my head and looked over.

The tall man was shaking his head with his back turned to me. The petite woman slipped off her black business suit and revealed a bunny officer outfit underneath. She then pulled a pair of bunny ears from her bag and perched them on her head.

She hugged Benjamin from behind and teased, "Freeze! You're under arrest. Now, hands up!"

Benjamin laughed, his shoulders shaking slightly. He raised both hands in surrender and turned to face her.

But the woman wasn't satisfied. She threw herself into his arms and stomped her feet in protest, nuzzling her face against him as she whined coyly," Come on! You're not allowed to laugh at me!"

Benjamin sighed with indulgence and smiled helplessly, wrapping his arms around her in a protective embrace.

"Okay, my bunny police officer."

The woman, triumphant, let her mischievous hands slip gently into the man's shirt. She traced over his abs and reached all the way down.

Benjamin's breathing grew noticeably heavier, and his gaze darkened. The hands he had raised now gripped the woman, lifting her into his arms.

While she was held in this position, the woman wrapped herself around the man's neck and tilted her head up to kiss him.

I felt a sharp pain stab through my eyes, and I instinctively blinked. Following that, tears began streaming down my cheeks.

The man who told me countless times that he would only love me for his whole life now seemed like a wild beast out of control, embracing another woman and releasing all his passion.

I bit down hard on my lips, forcing myself to stay silent.

He probably loved her, right?

This man—who became increasingly calm and restrained with me—was now impatient and acted desperate, like an eager young boy.

He eagerly tore apart the bunny officer costume and pinned her down on the desk. She clung to his neck, responding just as eagerly.

Soon, the sounds of a heated, steamy exchange could be heard across the room.

I felt my blood slowly turn to ice, and my body was frozen in place—unable to react at all.

The two of them moved from the desk to the couch before finally shifting to the private lounge.

I stared at the tightly shut lounge door, listening to the fevered sounds within. Without a word, I quietly closed the door to the game room.

Their session lasted a full hour. When they emerged, they were neatly dressed again. The woman had changed into a pink sports outfit, looking energetic and refreshed.

Benjamin sat back in his oversized office chair as the woman nestled onto his lap.

"Benny, stay with me tonight. I even prepared a nurse outfit for you!" she cooed.

Benjamin chuckled, stroking her hair. "Still not satisfied, bunny?"

The woman pouted and poked him with her hand. "Benny, you're so mean! You're always bullying me."

Just then, a knock sounded at the office door, and Benjamin's friends strolled in.

The woman hopped off Benjamin as though she were a frightened rabbit.

His friends exchanged knowing glances at the two. "Alas, did we come at a bad time? We interrupted Ben and Jessie's intimate time."

Despite their words, they still walked in and made themselves comfortable.

"Ben, I got that ruby you wanted. We figured you didn't bid in person because you wanted to gift it to Jessie."

"Ben, Jessie is so adorable. I have to say she's much more youthful and energetic compared to Selena Johnson."

All these years of marriage, Benjamin had rarely allowed me to interact with his friends. In his words, he had to protect me properly and keep me away from these playboys.

And yet, these men were obviously very familiar with the woman and seemed to have a great relationship with her.

Benjamin furrowed his brows tightly after hearing the comparison about me.

"Selena is my treasure. Keep your mouths shut. No one is to talk nonsense in front of her. Otherwise, I won't let any of you off," he said.

Then, he even earnestly added, "My Selena is the best."

His friends chuckled. "Alright, alright. Your wife is the best.

"It should be fine for you to join us for dinner tonight, right? Don't worry. We'll make sure you get home before curfew."

"That's right. But today, we have to treat Jessie to a drink first!" another friend said.

Benjamin domineeringly pulled the woman into his arms, making her fall completely into his embrace.

"I'll drink with you guys," he declared.

"Woah, must you be this protective? Alright, let's go!"

Then, the group of them left while chatting and laughing together. Among them were Benjamin's friends, childhood friends, and even his cousin.

They got along well with this woman and affectionately called her Jessie.

How ridiculous to think that I once believed I had a perfect love.