When my wife went to shower, I accidentally saw a message from her weight-loss nutritionist. [My ‘protein boost’ was all for you today. Come back tomorrow, let me check those curves.] I initially thought “protein boost” was just some diet jargon. But the next second, I saw a photo from the nutritionist that shattered my whole world. 0 Chloe and I had been married for three blissful years. Our relationship was incredibly strong. We met in college and got married right after graduation. I started my business, and she became a full-time homemaker, even giving birth to our sweet, lively son, Leo. Earlier this year, Chloe, who’d never really cared much about her figure, suddenly told me she wanted to lose weight. She was a little under 5’3″ and weighed almost 190 pounds, so she was definitely overweight. But she’d put on that weight to nurture our child, and I never held it against her. Still, if she wanted to lose weight, I was all for it. She found a dedicated weight-loss nutritionist and communicated with him daily about her meals. As their contact grew more frequent, I admit, I felt a knot of unease in my stomach. But for Chloe’s health, I forced myself to swallow it. After all, it was working; she’d already dropped about 20 to 30 pounds. Then came that day. Chloe went into the bathroom to shower, and her phone, lying on the table, suddenly lit up. I glanced over, and a message popped up. It was from her weight-loss nutritionist. [My ‘protein boost’ was all for you today. Come back tomorrow, let me check those curves.] I just thought they were talking about some new diet protein, so I picked up Chloe’s phone to reply for her. But to my horror, the nutritionist sent another photo, a sickening one. My wife, her face flushed and her eyes dazed with pleasure. And standing in front of her was another man! My mind exploded. My heart hammered against my ribs, and a wave of nausea washed over me. “Chloe, get out here!” I yelled. “What’s wrong? I’m showering,” she called back. “Get out here right now! What is this?” Chloe clearly hated my tone, muttering as she stormed out of the bathroom. “Are you just looking for a fight tonight, Liam?” I held up her phone, pointing at the photo. “Explain this. What is going on?” Chloe leaned in, and when she saw the image on the screen, her face drained of all color. “Why are you messing with my phone? It’s just some harassment text. Give it back!” “Harassment text? Is that not *you* in the picture?” I hated that she was still trying to lie to me, trying to gloss over it. “Liam, listen to me.” “Listen to you? How do you plan to explain this? I’m not blind!” 0
Chloe burst into a torrent of sobs. “No, it’s… I got drunk a few days ago, and he took advantage, he… he did something to me… And since then, he’s been sending me photos, threatening me. I had no choice but to go along with it. I didn’t want to, Liam, but he said if I didn’t cooperate, he’d send the photos to you… I didn’t want to lose you… sniffle, sniffle…” My heart was still pounding. My head felt like it would split open. “If that’s the case, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Chloe clung to me, weeping loudly. “I was afraid you’d despise me if you knew. I love you too much, I care about you too much. How could I risk telling you something like that?” But seeing her dissolved in tears and snot, I took several deep breaths, then sighed, feeling tears well up in my own eyes. If Chloe was telling the truth… then she was the victim. After all these years, how could I blame her for being a victim? I offered to go with her to the police. After all, a nutritionist is a profession built on trust, someone clients share very personal details with. If someone like that was allowed to get away with this, more women would surely be harmed. But Chloe adamantly refused. She said if word got out, her reputation would be completely ruined. She absolutely couldn’t bear to let this matter become public. In the end, we both compromised. We reported the unethical nutritionist to the agency he worked for. Chloe also got a refund and left that agency, completely severing ties with him. 0
Even though I had forgiven my wife, I was a man. That photo, that image, haunted me relentlessly. It was constantly there, a bitter taste in my mouth. The seed of suspicion had taken root deep in my heart. I couldn’t help but guess… I knew it was wrong, but I simply couldn’t control myself. Every time my wife answered a call, I unconsciously perked up my ears. If she smiled while chatting on her phone, I immediately felt paranoid, wanting to peek. I knew this was the severe psychological shadow left by what had happened, and it would likely take a very, very long time to overcome. Perhaps it was just my paranoia, but Chloe’s behavior seemed to grow stranger. Our son, Leo, was barely two years old. Usually, two nannies cared for him, with Chloe supervising to make sure they were diligent. But lately, Chloe kept leaving Leo with the nannies and frequently running out. Several times, I came home from work and didn’t see her. She explained that after the last incident, she felt terrible and wanted to make it up to me. So she decided to find a job, earn some money, and buy me a gift as an apology. I was touched. I couldn’t believe my wife, who’d never lifted a finger around the house before, was now working so hard to save our family. Compared to her efforts, my earlier suspicions felt truly pathetic. I had to get rid of this distrustful habit; it wasn’t fair to Chloe. However. Just a few days later, my good friend Jake suddenly texted me: [Bro, is Chloe home right now?] [Why? Do you need my wife for something? Can’t you just tell me?] I asked, curious. Jake took a long time to reply: [I saw a woman outside, and I swear she looked just like Chloe. Bro, maybe you should take a look too?] [Really? Where? Send me a picture. Let’s see how much she looks like her.] Jake quickly sent a slightly blurry photo. It showed a woman passionately kissing a man in front of her. I recognized her instantly. The woman in the photo was none other than my wife, Chloe! The bracelet she wore was the Valentine’s Day gift I’d just given her. The bag on her chair was custom-made by the brand, the only one in the world. My breath hitched, and I nearly blacked out, seeing stars. [Where are you right now? Send me the address.] Jake also realized the seriousness of the situation and didn’t dare delay, immediately sending me the address. It was a coffee shop not far from my house. My legs trembling, I stumbled downstairs. In my state, I couldn’t drive, so I frantically hailed a cab to the destination. 0 My mind was a chaotic mess the whole way there, churning with dread, unsure what I would do or say once I arrived. I never dreamed that Chloe, who told me she was working to save our family, had betrayed me.
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