After dating my girl for ten years, we got married. Luna Clark was gentle and considerate, respecting me even during disagreements. I thought we could live happily like this forever until I accidentally saw her transfer records. She often transferred money to a boy. [Luna, can I still see you after you get married?] And Luna replied: [Others can’t, but you can.] [I’ve prepared a set of bunny ears. When I get back from my honeymoon, I’ll wear them for you.] ***** I was holding the revealing bunny costume. I thought this was Luna’s honeymoon gift to me. So, while she was out answering a phone call, I took a photo and sent it to my friends to show off. It turned out it wasn’t for me. I clicked on the boy’s Instagram. The latest update was by the swimming pool, where he was shirtless and holding the hand of the person taking the video. He went into the water and splashed cold water on the camera, and a female voice said coquettishly that it was so cold. This pool was the venue for our wedding not long ago. That hand belonged to Luna. There were two noticeable small moles on the base of her thumb. But the diamond ring on her ring finger that I had put on her was gone. I unconsciously tightened the ring on my finger, scrolling up the chat history. [Now you have time for me after you finish talking to your husband?] [He’s my husband, but you’re my sweetheart, James.] [Aren’t you afraid he’ll be angry?] [He’s a man. I just need to coax him, and he’ll be my dog.] I continued to look through the chat records. In addition to some flirting, there were also some transfer records. Quite a lot. Yesterday, on our honeymoon, when Luna and I were playing double volleyball on the beach, she even took the time to reply to James’ message. I took a breath and clicked on her bill again. On the shopping platform, every purchase worth dozens or hundreds of dollars had found its destination. She bought a lot of condoms and some expensive signature limited edition sneakers, which were all sent to the same place, a block away from my house, to a man named James Lance. I swiftly recorded message logs and payments, uploaded the video to the cloud while deleting it in my phone, and put the phone back to where it had been in one fluid motion. Then, I positioned myself as the bedroom doorknob turned. Luna walked in, casually unbuttoned her collar, and stretched her body. The dim bedroom light shone on her graceful figure, which was very eye-catching. Seeing the bunny suit unfolded in my hands, she was stunned for a moment. “It’s specially prepared for you,” she said. “Didn’t you say you need to work overtime recently? I’m afraid you can’t bear it.” “It’s okay, as long as it makes you happy.” I didn’t expose her. I took off my clothes in no time. When she turned around and went to the bathroom, I stopped her. “Don’t shower now. You’ll have to take a bath later anyway.” I put my hands on her waist and reached under her clothes. But she shuddered and pushed me away. “Why not do it now?” “I’m on my period. We can’t…” On our wedding night, she rejected me with this excuse, but I hadn’t noticed sanitary napkins in the toilet for several days. How could she have a period without blood? “Why does it last so long? Let me see.” I didn’t stop. “Don’t do this, Yves. It’s easy to get infected. Don’t you care about my health?!” I remained silent. I knew she was afraid of being exposed. She said that she would not have sex before marriage, so every time I hinted at it, she would directly reject me. But she had already hooked up with someone else. If I had sex with her now, I would find out that she was not a virgin. “Your mom just asked me yesterday when we would have a child. Don’t you want a child?” Her body stiffened for a moment, and then she became furious. “Didn’t you promise me that we wouldn’t consider having children before we turned 30? Do you think you can handle so many things in the company?” I was silent again. It was she who once told me that 30 was the best childbearing age for women. I handed the company over to her and stayed in the background, but had she forgotten my crucial role in establishing our business? “Yves Smith, you will never understand the hardship of a woman. Don’t do this again.” She said nothing more and entered the bathroom. Meanwhile, I went to the parking lot downstairs and hid a locator and a monitoring device in her car.
After I came back, I crawled into bed with coldness wrapping me. Luna was fast asleep. But she turned over, snuggled into my arms, and muttered to warm me up. I was trembling in the darkness, with tears running down my cheeks. Why would the woman who would unconsciously crawl into my arms while sleeping be in love with someone else? After a while, her cell phone suddenly rang. She quickly turned it off. “Yves…” I pretended not to hear her. She gently pulled her arms away from me and coaxed me, “My best friend broke up, and I need to comfort her. You don’t have to wait for me tonight.” I responded with a nasal and fell asleep again. She pressed her soft lips against my forehead and sighed, “Good night, baby.” Luna then buttoned her shirt, fixed his hair, and left. Soon, there were sounds of keys being pressed and the door closing outside. I opened my eyes with no drowsiness and put on a long-sleeve jacket to cover my face. I hailed a taxi along the way. The driver asked, “Where are you going, man?” “No. 43, Peace Street.” It was the delivery address on Luna’s shopping app. When I was in the car, I opened the short video software and logged in to Luna’s account on my phone. There was a favorite [Baby James]. I randomly clicked on a video and saw Luna’s comment. She gave two clapping emojis. James replied: [Luna, you come to see me every day. Will your husband be angry if he knows it?] [He’s too dull, unlike you. Young, strong boys are more interesting.] Seeing James’ face, I suddenly remembered that Luna had pulled him to the main table at the wedding. She said that this was her cousin and they had been close since childhood. James wanted to witness her happiness up close, so Luna asked me to take care of him more. But while eating, I felt something unknown touching my calf. I lifted the table mat and saw James’ leather shoes reaching down to my feet across several people. I was confused and asked Luna, “Tell your cousin to be more careful. He almost tripped me.” I saw the two of them staring at each other for a while. James apologized obediently, “This is my first time at a wedding banquet. I’m a little nervous. Please forgive me, Yves.” Luna helped him explain, “It’s okay, James. Just be more careful next time. Yves won’t mind it.” Recalling that, I realized my wedding had also become a part of their play. The driver was in a hurry to pick up the next guest and took a shortcut to drop me off. I squatted at the gate of the community, but Luna didn’t show up. The location on the phone showed that she was not nearby either. My phone suddenly rang. It was Luna calling, so I answered it. “Are you hungry now, Yves?” “Well? How did you know?” “You drank too much tonight and didn’t eat much. You usually get hungry in the middle of the night. Before I left, I prepared the soup in advance. You can make some spaghetti. I’ll be back soon.” I had always had a bad stomach, so if I didn’t eat enough at night, I had to have supper to make up for it. Luna would pay attention to it every time. There was even one time when she was on a business trip, and she specially ordered takeout so that I could get it as soon as I woke up due to hunger. I wondered if I was too suspicious and should give my wife more trust. Thinking about it, I was ready to leave. On the phone page, the red dot of the locator suddenly moved quickly. My heart started beating violently, my whole body shaking. A familiar white car slowly appeared in sight. A mature woman in a red leotard gracefully opened the back door of the car and let a silver-haired boy in. I followed the location and found them in the corner of the basement. The car shook for a long time and didn’t leave until dawn.
Luna returned home in the early morning, bringing me some pastries and a bunch of my favorite daisies. “Well, have a nice day!” I asked, “You’ve been busy working overtime and being a relationship mentor for your bestie lately. Look at you. You have dark circles under your eyes.” She turned her head away. “It’s okay. I need to pack my things today and go on a business trip tomorrow.” “Well, go ahead. I’ll use the car today and go to my parents. I’ll drive back the day after tomorrow.” She nodded and gave me an enthusiastic hug. Going downstairs, I threw the pastries into the trash can. The janitor nearby said hurriedly, “Such expensive pastries. Are you really gonna throw them away?” I smiled, “Yes. I’m sure.” After driving the car to the service area, I clicked on the playback of yesterday’s recording. Luna dialed the number. “Are you ready? I’ll be at the gate of the community in ten minutes.” “Luna, don’t be so impatient.” She turned on the speakerphone, and the man on the other end of the phone said so in a nonchalant tone. Luna smiled, “Hurry up and take a shower, and then put on the clothes you wore last time.” “Women are indeed horny in their thirties. You’re almost killing me.” “I’m leaving the light on for you.” “I know. Got it.” After a while, there was a sound of the door opening. “Hi, gorgeous. You have been staring at me for so long. Are you satisfied with what you see?” Then came the sound of clothes rustling. Luna cursed in a low voice, “Piss off! Don’t seduce me now. I’m almost losing control.” James smiled flatteringly, “I was wrong. Let’s go to the hotel.” “We’re not going there today.” “Well?” James was stunned. “Didn’t you say you were wrong? As a punishment, you have to serve me in a new place today.” Soon, the sound of violent physical collisions was heard on the recording. “Do you love me or your husband?” “What do you say? Why else would I run out so far in the middle of the night?” James panted, “Well, that’s because I can please you!” I was sitting in the car, and the scenes that happened here last night seemed to replay before my eyes. I yanked open the car door, darted to a tree, and retched. I clung to the tree, my stomach churning, struggling to regain my senses. ***** “I want a divorce.” This was the first thing I said when I entered my parents’ house. My dad was the first to reject it. “You are in your thirties. How can you still be so childish!” I was confused and angry. “Dad, why don’t you ask why before you blame me? She’s having an affair!” But my dad didn’t take it seriously. “Oh, that’s no big deal.” My face turned dark. “Are you going to endure it if my mom cheats on you?” Then, my dad slapped me in the face. “Look, Yves! I’ve been taking care of you, helping you with school and work all these years. I just wish to see you settle down, start a family, and have a little one to look after us when we’re old! “You’ve been with Luna for ten years, yet you’re still not satisfied with your marriage. Who else can you be with? This is how your life is. Just accept your fate!” My mother turned her face away and sighed. “It was Luna who bought the house and car in full. Your wedding preparations alone cost several million. Who else could be so generous? “She may just want to try something new for the time being. Don’t be so stingy. Never mind.” My eyes widened. “Mom, what did you say when you cried your eyes out at the wedding a few days ago? You said your only hope was for me to be happy. “You said it doesn’t matter if we have no money or status. Our being together and happy matters the most! “It’s only been a few days. How come you’ve all changed?!” My mother’s face darkened. “What can I do? You want a divorce after only three days of marriage? If someone asks me, I have to say that my son was cuckolded? How embarrassing! “I don’t care. Behave yourself!” My mother threw all the things I brought back out the door. “Get out! I don’t want to hear a divorce again, or you’re not my son. “If there is a problem, look for the cause in yourself first. It must be because you are not passionate enough that she is looking for excitement outside!” But no one remembered that the person who once easily earned millions of dollars a year was me. I was willing to play a supporting role for Luna, helping her handle relationships behind the scenes and negotiating business even when I got a gastric perforation, but I ended up so miserably. I was walking on the road dragging my suitcase, and the glaring sun above my head was almost burning me to pieces. Luna called me. But I rejected it. She continued perseveringly. I turned off my phone and ignored it. Somehow, I arrived at the restaurant that was near my high school. I ordered a few potatoes and kelp, plus a bowl of soup. When I chewed the food, the once youthful and innocent scenes appeared before me one by one. I couldn’t help but shed tears. After wiping away the tears, I looked up at the sky. Luna appeared at some point. “Why are you here?” She approached with an elegant figure, her slender neck and long legs, her forehead glistening with sweat, and a phone in hand. “Yves!” She sat next to me, looking at me worriedly. “Why didn’t you answer the phone? Did you have a conflict with your parents? I was so worried about you that I came directly to you. “I should have gone there with you. Are you being wronged?” The tenderness in her eyes didn’t seem fake. Just at that moment, I was thinking that we were already thirty years old and no longer young. Should I really pretend that nothing happened and continue living with her? Her family was well-off, and with my financial management skills, we would lead a comfortable life. Our bond endured despite the distance, and she treated me well, remaining attentive even during her infidelity. Things would stabilize once we had a child. She was just looking for a temporary thrill, and I could wait until she calmed down. This seemed to be the best choice I could make. Luna received a phone call while she was driving me home. His expression suddenly became serious. “What’s wrong?” She hesitated. “My idea for my bestie didn’t work. She’s drunk again… It’s okay. You’re in such a bad mood right now. I’ll definitely stay with you first.” My fists clenched tighter and tighter. “It’s fine. I’m just a little tired and I’ll be fine after a sleep. Your friend is more important.” “Yves… Well…” “I won’t torture myself. Just drop me off at the next subway station.” “Okay, then buy some delicious food. Don’t starve yourself, and I’ll transfer more money to you.” “Okay.” I knew today was James’ birthday. They talked about it in the recording. Half an hour later, Luna called me. “Yves, I’m with my friend. Are you home?” “I want to go shopping in the mall. Just enjoy yourselves.” The pictures and texts of James were pushed to my homepage. The hotel room was lavishly decorated, with nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine roses forming a sea of flowers. James sat on the carpet wearing a sexy yet elegant tuxedo, making a wish in front of the cake. Luna’s shadow was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window behind him. It was positioned as a famous hotel nearby. I went home, took out the marriage certificate, and went downstairs to the hotel. Then, I called the police. “Hello, I want to report my wife going whoring under my real name.”
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