I Supported My Wife in Her Career, Only to Find Out She Betrayed Me When her grandmother passed away, my wife, Patricia Rowland, claimed she needed to mourn and refused to be intimate with me for two years. She landed a major project in Ganlria and left for six months. The day before my birthday, I noticed a payment record for a maid outfit. I thought it was a surprise for me. Traveling 1,242 miles to see her, I discovered the truth. On her computer’s WhatsApp, a man had sent her a private message: [Baby, wait till you see how I punish you tonight!] A moment later, Patricia replied: [I can’t. Leopold Benton is here today.] He responded instantly: [Such a nuisance!] [Don’t let him touch you!] Patricia replied with a laughing emoji: [You’re such a jealous guy.] I stared in disbelief at the messages. Then, I glanced at the unwrapped maid outfit and the accompanying adult toys. What I thought was my birthday surprise was meant for someone else. I scrolled through their chat history. It was filled with flirty, suggestive exchanges and everyday musings, from work projects to little things like flowers and random musings. I closed my eyes helplessly. Suddenly, I understood why Patricia, once so eager to share her life with me, had grown distant. I thought she was busy with work, but it wasn’t her work keeping her preoccupied, it was another man! I clicked on his profile. His WhatsApp ID was Can’tHelpTeasingYou, while Patricia’s was SweetSurrender. I once thought she chose that name because of me. But the fool here was me. On his Instagram, I found a recent post. The two of them stood on Ganlria Tower, kissing passionately. Patricia tilted her head back, eyes closed, utterly immersed. The image stabbed at my heart. I remembered the first time Patricia and I rode a Ferris wheel. I was so terrified that I was drenched in sweat by the time we got off. She hugged me, promising we’d never ride one again. The woman in the photo seemed like a stranger to me now. I scrolled further. There was a photo of the man holding a new drone with the caption that read, “Birthday gift from my baby!” Last month, Patricia had asked me about the trendiest drones, saying she needed to buy one for a client. I recommended that exact model. Continuing, I saw a picture of her wearing a large diamond ring on her left hand. The man held her hand, kissing it gently. The diamond overshadowed the tattooed ring from our wedding vows, vows which she promised. Her promise from back then still seemed to echo in my ears. “I’ll engrave your name on my finger, so we’re bonded for life.” Now, she accepted another man’s ring, erasing those memories. Their shared life played out in the photos, attending concerts, wearing matching outfits, and adopting a pet together. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply before opening them again. I gritted my teeth. Suppressing the ache in my chest, I calmly recorded everything, their chats, his WhatsApp number, every detail. Then, I carefully wiped my fingerprints off her computer mouse.
When Patricia returned, she came back carrying a cake, her tone cheerful. “Happy birthday, honey!” After lighting the candles, she urged me warmly. “Make a wish, dear.” I smiled, reaching to touch her face. “It’s been so long… How about tonight?” Her expression shifted, and she instinctively stepped back. “Stop it. I’m not in the mood today.” A smile froze on my face, and my expression darkened. Sensing my change, Patricia grabbed my arm. “Don’t overthink it. I’m still mourning my grandmother’s death. You know how close I was to her. She practically raised me while my parents were away. I promised to mourn her for two years.” I sneered, “From what I know, there’s no custom in your hometown about avoiding intimacy during mourning, is there?” “It’s my fault, Leopold. Can you give me a little more time, please?” she said. When she saw my gaze fall on the open package, a flicker of panic crossed her face. She explained, “Honey, don’t misunderstand. This is something Barbara DeLeon bought and sent here. She’s new to dating and shy. I was planning to give it to her tomorrow.” Recalling the messages I had just seen, I clenched my fists quietly. I already knew she’d refuse me, but it still stung. She pulled a box out of her bag and handed it to me. “Here, a birthday gift for you.” It was a pair of ordinary running shoes. When I thought of that drone worth tens of thousands of dollars, bitterness rose in my chest. “Oh, by the way, how long are you staying this time?” she asked. I sneered, “How long do you want me to stay?” She froze for a moment and then smiled, “Of course, I wish you could stay with me forever. But you know, the company’s project is just getting started, and I really can’t take much time off.” She added, “I’m afraid you’ll get bored by yourself. How about this? I’ll take a break tomorrow and show you around Ganlria. That way, you can get back to work sooner, too.” Hearing the distance in her words, I pretended to be considerate and nodded. The next day, she took a cab to work. I installed two cameras, one in her apartment and another in her car. I knew the priority now was to gather evidence. She took a half-day off and spent the afternoon showing me around Golden Park. The whole time, she was busy replying to messages, occasionally laughing softly. When I looked over, she explained it was work-related. At dinner, she meticulously picked the spices out of my food, just as she always did. For a moment, I felt like she was still the woman I once knew. Then her phone rang. She instinctively rejected it. She gave me an apologetic look. “Honey, there’s an emergency at the office I need to handle. “Take your time. I might be back late tonight.” She kissed my cheek before leaving. I swallowed the wave of disgust that rose in me. Not long after, I heard her car start. I hurried to pay the bill and then flagged a cab. The driver asked, “Where to?” “Follow that red BMW,” I said.
Later, I turned on the camera in Patricia’s car. “I told you not to call me today,” she said sharply. The man chuckled, “I missed you.” “Ugh, you’re so smooth-talking,” Patricia replied, her tone playful. “I’m heading to the office. Wait for me there.” “We could go to a hotel,” the man suggested. “It’s too risky. Leopold has friends around here. Fine. I’ll make it up to you later,” Patricia cooed him for a while before hanging up. Her car pulled into the project department. I went to a café across the street and sat in a booth by the window. From there, I could see her in her office through the window. At some point, a man appeared in her office. His face wasn’t clear, but I knew he was the one. Patricia called me. “Honey, are you asleep?” I forced myself to stay calm, and I knew this wasn’t the right time to confront her. “Not yet.” “Ugh, something went wrong with the handover this morning. I’ll have to work late tonight.” “Don’t overwork yourself,” I replied, pretending to be understanding as usual. “Okay, I’ll bring you some late-night snacks when I get back. Go sleep now.” After hanging up, I watched through the window as the man grabbed her phone and tossed it aside. He pushed Patricia against the desk. In one swift motion, he lifted her onto the desk, positioning himself between her legs. Patricia resisted weakly, but the man walked to the window and pulled the curtains closed. Even with the curtains drawn, their silhouettes were cast clearly against the fabric. A sudden clap of thunder shook the sky, and heavy rain poured down. Raindrops pelted against the windows, making a loud, rhythmic sound. My wife was cheating on me with another man on a desk. I sat in a private booth, holding up my phone to record the scene. I wanted to rip them apart! I wanted everyone to see these two despicable cheaters. But I knew that blurry footage wouldn’t be enough. I needed to calm down and plan my next move. As I stared at the glowing city lights outside, my mind drifted back to five years ago.
It was the year the pandemic broke out. I was juggling a part-time job while studying at Moonria University. One day, I got an order to deliver medicine. That was the first time I met Patricia. She was burning with fever, barely able to stand as she clung to the doorframe. I couldn’t ignore her condition. I made her some medicine, but we both ended up quarantined in her house. Patricia was seriously ill. I couldn’t relax for a moment, caring for her around the clock. When the lockdown lifted, we got together. After graduation, I stayed by her side as we started a business in Moonria. We lived in a tiny basement and survived on dry bread and cold water. But I never imagined that one day, she’d betray all we had built together for another man. I first heard the name Brian Ellison in the second year of our startup. Post-pandemic, starting a company was incredibly tough. One day, she came home excited, practically glowing. “Guess what? I met someone amazing today. He gave us a five-million-dollar deal in one go! Our company is saved!” After that, she always prepared gifts for him on holidays. She said it was necessary to maintain a long-term partnership. But I never thought she’d one day offer herself up as part of the deal. They said love without a strong foundation crumbled like sand. I stayed up late coding, building our website, and assembling our core team. I worked hard to study finance, law, and management, all to support her. But against wealth and power, my efforts seemed utterly worthless. I lifted Patricia to new heights, only for her to play the part of a heartless betrayer. I didn’t blame her. I blamed myself for being blind. When Patricia got home, I pretended to be asleep. She set down a late-night snack by my side. “You didn’t eat well tonight, right? I brought you some steak. Try it. I noticed the hickeys on her neck. I smirked coldly. “What happened to your neck?” “Oh, the mosquitoes in Ganlria are so much worse than the ones up north. They’re driving me crazy. I’m going to take a shower,” she said, quickly covering her neck as she avoided my gaze. It was such a poor excuse. Yet it took me until now to see through her lies. I chuckled bitterly and threw the steak straight into the trash. That night, Patricia snuggled up to my arm in bed. I casually turned over, pulling my arm away. The next morning, I packed my suitcase and left early. “I got called back to Moonria for work,” I told her. Patricia sat up groggily. “I’ll take you to the airport.” “No need. Get some more sleep.” She opened her arms for a hug. “Call me when you land, okay?” “Sure,” I replied, ignored my physical discomfort, and played along with her act. I thought of the time years ago when I returned from studying in another city, arriving on a late-night flight. My flight was delayed, and Patricia waited for me outside the airport for five long hours on the freezing winter night. She caught a terrible cold because of it, and I felt guilty for days. After that, I never let her come to pick me up again. As I reached the boarding gate, Patricia texted me. [Are you at the airport yet?] I snapped a photo of the terminal and sent it to her. Then I tore up my plane ticket and called a friend.
My friend Jimmy Andrade was a travel livestreamer with millions of fans, and Patricia’s parents happen to be among his most loyal followers. I asked him to bring Patricia’s parents to Ganlria as part of a special event for his fans. After arranging everything, I sat down in the airport lounge. To avoid raising Patricia’s suspicions, I put my phone on airplane mode. Then, I connected to the surveillance cameras in Patricia’s apartment. I had seen her chat history with Brian before. Today was Brian’s birthday, and Patricia had already planned to celebrate it at her apartment. But my arrival disrupted her plans. Now, I was helping her fulfill them! As expected, Patricia left work early. She came home carrying a large cake along with bags of groceries. She once said cooking would hurt her skin, so I had taken the time to learn and cook for her, always trying new recipes to surprise her. The person I had cared for so much was now happily cooking for someone else. I felt women were truly shameless. Patricia had just set the dishes on the table when Brian entered the apartment. He acted like it was his own home, effortlessly punching in the door code and even slipping into my slippers. He hugged Patricia from behind. “With a lover like you, what more could I want?” “Stop sweet-talking me!” Patricia teased, tilting her head with a playful pout. “Wash your hands and eat.” “No, I want to taste you first!” “Stop it. Leopold left in such a rush today that I still feel uneasy. Let me make a quick call first.” Brian looked annoyed, but Patricia tiptoed and kissed him to calm him down. After that, she picked up her phone and stepped onto the balcony to call me. When she heard the out-of-service message, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. I checked the time, turned off airplane mode, and called her. “Hey, honey, have you landed?” she asked. “Yeah.” “Alright, then, when you get to the office, could you… Ah!” I watched through the camera as Brian suddenly wrapped his arms around Patricia from behind, his hands wandering all over her. My throat tightened, but I feigned ignorance and asked in a hoarse voice, “What happened?” Through the phone, I heard Patricia’s shaky moan. “Nothing… I just spilled water on my hand. I’ll call you back… Ah!” I called again on purpose, but Brian snatched her phone and turned it off. “What are you doing?” Patricia grabbed his misbehaving hand. “Humph. You care so much about him. It’s making me jealous.” “I’ve already given you my heart and body. Isn’t that enough?” “No, I want you to have my child,” he declared arrogantly. “A child? That depends on whether you’re up to the task.” “How dare you question me? Fine, I’ll make you beg for mercy tonight!” When he mentioned having a child, I thought she would refuse. She once told me she disliked kids and wanted to be child-free with me. I respected her wishes and never pushed her. Now, she wanted to have a child with that scumbag. Listening to their vulgar words, I thought I had grown numb. But why could I still feel the sound of my heart tearing apart? She was blatantly cheating with another man, yet still acted like she loved me deeply. I thought, “How shameless! Since you’ve decided to throw away your dignity, why should I bother preserving it for you?” Jimmy texted me to confirm the plan. Without hesitation, I packaged the footage I had just recorded and sent it to Patricia’s family group chat. Then, I turned off my phone.
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