My wife’s male best friend lost a game and was dared to choose a woman present to grind against face-to-face for ten seconds. Without hesitation, he chose my wife. “We’re most familiar with this position, aren’t we?” I froze, thinking he was joking. Just as I was about to speak, Colton had already pushed my wife down. Seeing my face turn ashen, he explained nonchalantly: “Oh, the night before you two got married, she got blackout drunk and was acting wild. I helped her out.” “Don’t worry, it was just some rubbing. Nothing actually happened, otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to marry her the next day.” I let out a cold laugh. “Of course.” And punched him right in the face. “You should have told me sooner. Otherwise I wouldn’t have married a used-up slut!” The private room fell instantly silent. Sophia’s hands, which had been involuntarily wrapped around his waist, suddenly jerked back. She pulled him into her arms protectively, looking at me furiously: “James, are you insane!” “Colton already explained! It was an emergency and she had no choice but to ask him for help. What right do you have to be angry!” “Besides, I went to him purely out of friendship. That’s better than going to some random guy, right? Instead of being grateful, you dare to hit him!” With that, she gently stroked Colton’s face, her eyes full of heartache. And I stood to the side, my heart growing colder bit by bit. Three years of marriage, and whenever she mentioned Colton, her most common phrase was that he was her best friend regardless of gender. Eating from the same bowl—best friends. Sleeping in the same bed—best friends. And now even “sleeping together” was just best friends. I looked up, carefully examining Colton with his eight-pack abs and six-foot-two frame. Nothing about him looked remotely like a “woman.” Thinking about it carefully, it was just an excuse she made to placate me. I laughed coldly, saying expressionlessly: “You call this friends helping each other out?” “Fine, then find someone else here right now and show me how they can ‘help’ you!” Sophia’s face instantly paled. “What are you implying! Are you suspecting us?!” “James, I’ve told you a thousand times that Colton and I grew up together. If there was anything between us, we would’ve been together long ago. You wouldn’t have had a chance!” “Everyone rarely gets together like this to celebrate our wedding anniversary, and you insist on making such a scene and embarrassing everyone!” She frowned, looking at me with barely concealed disgust. But she was the one who did something wrong. Yet somehow I was the one being unreasonable. I smiled bitterly, staring hard at Sophia: “So you do know Colton is a man.” “I thought you didn’t realize.” Sophia froze, instinctively blurting out: “Of course I know…” Halfway through her sentence, she caught herself. “I’m warning you, don’t try to change the subject. You must apologize to Colton today!” I looked up in disbelief, the bitterness in my heart suffocating me. Suddenly finding it all pointless, I got up and headed for the door. Just as I reached it, I was yanked back hard. “James, I’ll say it one more time—apologize!” My groin slammed hard into the corner of the table, pain shooting through me in cold sweats. But I still gritted my teeth, raising my head and enunciating clearly: “Never!” The atmosphere instantly froze. Seeing this, people around started trying to mediate. “Come on, Sophia, James didn’t mean it.” “Right, right, don’t be so angry.” But no matter what others said, Sophia continued gripping my arm tightly, her eyes cold in a way I’d never seen before. Until Colton walked over and hooked her palm. “Sophia, what have I always taught you? You need to be patient with your husband. You’re not being gentle at all!” Then he looked at me: “James, let me apologize on her behalf. My friend is great in every way, except she can’t stand seeing me bullied since childhood, so that’s why she lost her temper with you.” “Don’t worry, I’ll educate her properly when we get back.” As soon as he finished speaking, Sophia released her grip. All the malice in her eyes vanished completely. In three years of marriage, I’d never seen her eyes turn red. Even during our honeymoon when I got into a fight with someone, afterward she just casually had the other person apologize. I always thought she was naturally cold, but now I finally understood—she did have someone she cared for deeply. Unfortunately… That person wasn’t me… In my daze, Colton picked up a wine glass and walked over to me. “James, this drink is for you. Let’s just put this behind us.” He shoved the glass into my hand. I found it disgusting and resisted, but in the struggle, he suddenly let go. Red wine spilled all over his clothes, and the glass shattered on the floor. Sophia immediately became angry. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you!” With that, she shoved me to the ground. Glass shards embedded themselves in my arm. Blood flowed down my arm. Sophia froze, instinctively wanting to help me up. But Colton behind her suddenly sneezed. “I’m a bit cold~” Without a word, Sophia took off her jacket and draped it over him. She turned to look at me as if I’d committed some heinous crime. “Are you satisfied now that things have gotten this far?” With that, she put her arm around Colton and headed for the door. Suppressing the pain, I said trembling: “Sophia, if you dare walk out that door today, we’re done.” She paused, but ultimately didn’t look back.
I gritted my teeth and pushed myself up from the floor. Some of Sophia’s friends asked guiltily: “James, should we take you to the hospital? Sophia, she…” Before they could finish, I glanced at my bleeding arm and laughed. Now even a stranger knew to care about me. But my wife had walked away with someone else without looking back. I shook my head: “No need, I can manage.” With that, I limped out and took a cab to the hospital. During the bandaging, each touch made my whole body shudder from the pain. Then my phone buzzed. I opened it—Colton had just updated his Ins. [Gift from my best friend to make it up to me. Look how happy we are!] In the photo, a Maltese dog sat in the middle, with Sophia and Colton smiling happily behind it. They really did look like a happy family. I casually liked the post. The next second, Sophia’s call came through. “James, what’s your problem? I just bought Colton a puppy and you’re being sarcastic!” I didn’t respond. She continued: “By the way, Colton’s shirt got wet, so I’m taking him home to change. Don’t forget this is all your fault!” Before I could answer, she hung up with a sharp click. I laughed self-deprecatingly and contacted a lawyer about divorce proceedings. Just after I sent the message, a doctor recognized me. He said the results from mine and Sophia’s checkup were ready. I followed him to the office, but the next moment, what the doctor said shocked me. “By the way, your wife is pregnant. Congratulations!” I couldn’t believe it, thinking I was hallucinating, staring hard at the test results. Since my parents died, I’d always longed to have a child of my own. But it had to happen now… After much hesitation, I recalled the email I’d just sent. I thought I’d give Sophia one more chance. And give the baby in her belly one more chance. Because the hospital was crowded, by the time I finished treating my wound and got home, it was late at night. Before I even opened the door, I heard playful laughter from inside. Sophia’s face was covered in foam, and even her body was splattered with it. But she had severe OCD. Once when I accidentally splashed a drop of oil on her while eating, she found me disgusting for an entire week. But now, because it was Colton, she showed no anger despite being covered in foam. Seeing me return, Sophia immediately breathed a sigh of relief, snatching the hair dye from Colton’s hands: “Leave this kind of service work to my husband. You’re so clumsy, I really don’t know what woman would dare marry you!” Colton protested indignantly, grabbing a nearby pillow and throwing it at her. “Mind your own business! It’s not like it’s you anyway!” Sophia was amused by his antics, but worried he’d fall, she defended herself while protecting his body. And I just stood in the entryway, watching their intimate interaction as if I weren’t there, feeling only tightness in my chest. I didn’t take the hair dye as I normally would. Instead, I went straight to the bedroom to change out of my dirty clothes. When I came back out, Sophia was wearing headphones, keeping Colton company while he played games. I walked over and handed her the test results. Hearing movement, Sophia reluctantly turned from the computer. “What’s this?” Just as she finished speaking, Colton screamed. “Save me! I’m about to be killed by the enemy!” “And… and the ice cream in my mouth is dripping. Quick, wipe it for me…” Sophia said with disgust, “Gross!” But her hands didn’t stop moving. She grabbed the nearby test results and wrapped up the half-melted ice cream, casually tossing it into the trash. At that moment, standing to the side, I didn’t even have the desire to speak anymore.
In the early morning hours, a pair of hands embraced me from behind. A familiar scent whispered softly in my ear: “Honey, happy anniversary.” One sentence suddenly brought dead memories flooding back. Sophia and I met at a college dance. She fell for me at first sight and pursued me relentlessly for three years. Back then, she would remember every preference I casually mentioned, every habit of mine. And after every time she made me angry, she’d try everything to make it up to me. She said my feelings mattered most. Senior year, when my parents died, it was Sophia who stayed with me through those darkest days. Her gentleness and consideration made me fall completely. But when did she start to change? Probably after Colton returned from abroad. I still remember the first time we met, he put his arm around Sophia’s shoulder: “Sophia, long time no see! I missed you!” Sophia smiled and punched him back: “Get lost, who needs you missing them.” I stood awkwardly to the side. Only then did Sophia remember to introduce me: “My husband, James.” Colton extended his hand with a grin. “Nice to meet you, James!” “We’ve been like this since we were kids, don’t take it personally.” I forced a smile and shook his hand. Sophia also explained from the side: “Colton has been my friend since childhood. We’re really close, don’t overthink it.” I nodded, trying to get used to their intimacy. But later, Colton appeared more and more frequently. He always called Sophia away under the pretext of “friends gathering,” and even insisted on a bachelor party the day before our wedding. And every time before leaving, Sophia would emphasize again and again, “We’re just friends.” But today, one sentence from Colton completely woke me up… Thinking of this, I suppressed the nausea in my stomach and pushed Sophia away, not holding her like I usually would. The next morning, I was woken by a dog barking. Getting up and going downstairs, I saw the side hall where my parents’ memorial photos were kept—a complete mess. My parents’ photos had been thrown on the floor, covered in muddy footprints. And Colton’s pet dog was chewing on the photos. At that moment, I felt all the blood in my body flowing backward. All reason instantly evaporated. Like a madman, I grabbed a nearby vase and hurled it at the dog. The porcelain shattered. The dog whimpered continuously. Colton’s expression changed instantly. He ran over and scooped up the dog, tears of panic in his eyes. “James, can’t you even tolerate a dog?!” I ignored him, raising my hand and slapping him hard across the face. Sophia was coming downstairs and saw this exact scene. She rushed over and shoved me aside: “James! Will you ever stop! How long are you going to bully him!” My whole body shook as I forced myself to speak: “Can’t you see! My parents’ memorial photos are lying on the floor!” But Sophia glanced at them indifferently and said: “That’s still no reason to hit someone!” Then Colton spoke up too: “James, I know you hate me, but the puppy is innocent. Why did you have to be so cruel…” “Is it because you resent me staying at your place? Then I’ll leave right now…” Sophia instantly flew into a rage, dragging me in front of Colton. “Apologize!” I laughed coldly, turning to pick up the photos from the floor. My attitude completely enraged Sophia. She viciously kicked my lower back. I crashed heavily onto the stairs. Instantly, excruciating pain exploded from my groin. I looked down to see a palm-sized sharp object embedded in my groin. “Hospital… get me to a hospital…” Before I could finish, Colton had already thrown himself into Sophia’s arms: “Sophia, our baby is hurt. It’s still so young…” Without a word, Sophia picked up the dog and rushed out the door without looking back. And I curled up on the floor, my heart shattered to pieces. As my consciousness blurred, I dialed a number. That person rushed over in a hurry and sent me to the hospital. Before surgery, the nurse helped me call Sophia. Before I could speak, Colton’s voice came through. “I bet you regret marrying James.” In an instant, I felt my heartbeat stop. After a long pause, that voice I knew so well spoke: “I do.” At that moment, something in my heart seemed to collapse with a thunderous crash. “Proceed with the surgery.” With that, I closed my eyes. What dissipated along with consciousness was the last thread of affection between Sophia and me.
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