I have a sex addiction. When I got married, I found a man who was incredibly compatible with me in bed, thinking we’d have fun experimenting after the wedding. But three months into our marriage, the number of times Crane and I had sex could be counted on one hand, and none of them were satisfying. Because every single time we got halfway through, we’d be interrupted by Crane’s brother’s wife, Sienna. Finally, on the twentieth time we were interrupted mid-sex—this time with her excuse being that the power went out and she was scared of the dark—I couldn’t take it anymore. “Crane, you’re not leaving tonight.” But Crane hastily threw on his clothes and said to me: “Marcus just passed away recently. Sienna is still grieving. I need to help her get through this.” Watching his retreating figure, I stopped trying to hold him back. A few days later, I threw divorce papers at him. “Let’s divorce! If you can’t satisfy me, then don’t stop me from finding other men.” Crane and I had been in a cold war for nearly two months before we finally made up. Desire ignited, and we were halfway through when his phone started ringing. I ignored it completely, wrapping my arms around his waist, pressing myself against him. “Crane…” But no matter how high the passion, it couldn’t drown out that annoying phone call. It kept ringing relentlessly. Crane eventually went limp, pushed me away, and got up to answer it. My heart was still racing, unable to calm down for a long time. I stared at him resentfully, then heard Sienna’s sweet, delicate voice coming through the phone. “Crane, the villa’s power went out. I’m scared of the dark…” Crane didn’t even hesitate before getting up. I wasn’t satisfied and naturally wasn’t about to let this go. I wrapped my arms around him from behind. “Crane, it won’t take more than a few minutes. Are you really still going to leave?” Crane coldly pried my hands away and buttoned up his shirt. “Willow, you know Marcus just passed away not long ago. I can’t just ignore her.” I got angry. “Crane, you’re not the only person in the Crane family. Doesn’t she know she can call someone else when something happens? Except for those few days of my period, she calls you over every single night. Don’t you find that strange?” And why was it always at night? “Shut up!” Crane’s face suddenly darkened. “Stop talking nonsense.” Looking at his face, I felt like I was seeing a stranger for the first time. Perhaps seeing that I was angry, Crane’s expression softened as he tried to comfort me: “Don’t worry, this is the last time. Plus, Mom’s going over too. I’ll just check on things and come right back.” Crane left. After I calmed down, something still felt off. He had the same addiction I did, with especially high needs. During our first month of marriage, we were interrupted every single time. Then we fought and had a cold war for nearly two months. Logically, tonight should have been unstoppable, but when he got that call, he showed not even a hint of reluctance? Could it be that he was getting satisfied somewhere else? This thought made my heart tighten, and I got out of bed. I wanted to see for myself whether she was really scared of the dark or just putting on an act. But before I could leave, Crane sent me a message. “The power suddenly went out in the house and she twisted her ankle. Mom and I are taking her to the hospital. I won’t be coming home tonight.” By the time I got to the hospital, my mother-in-law was nowhere to be seen, but Sienna’s face was buried in Crane’s neck, as if she were crying softly. And Crane’s lips were practically touching her ear as he whispered things I couldn’t hear. This was already the twentieth time since our wedding. Every time it was like this. Our intimacy would be interrupted by a phone call, and Crane would leave without hesitation. And whenever I followed him to the hospital or her house, I would see similar scenes.
There was actually a reason why Crane acted this way. Crane’s brother, Marcus, had drowned six months ago while trying to save him. At that time, Sienna was about to give birth. Right after Marcus was buried, she gave birth to a son. At first, I didn’t think anything of Crane taking care of her. I even thought it was appropriate. It wasn’t until our wedding night that I realized Sienna had unusual feelings for Crane. We had just gone to bed and were getting heated in the bathroom when she came knocking frantically in a sheer nightgown. “Crane, the baby’s sick…” Without a word, Crane got dressed and took her and the child straight to the hospital. Though I complained, at the time I sympathized with her situation and didn’t think much of it. But when I got to the hospital, I saw her hanging on Crane’s body, crying pitifully. “Crane, what do I do? If something happens to the baby, I really won’t be able to face Marcus.” Crane just kept comforting her. “It’s okay, I’m here.” They were too close. A woman’s intuition told me something was going on. Sure enough, over the next month, I discovered that Sienna was invading every corner of my life. During the day when Crane wasn’t home, she never appeared in front of me. But as soon as Crane was home, she’d walk around the house dressed provocatively. She’d even come into my bedroom in the early morning when we were in the middle of things, standing beside us under the pretense of cleaning the room. What’s more, when she pulled open her clothes to breastfeed the baby, she showed no sense of propriety whatsoever. I was bothered and even subtly warned her, but she pretended not to understand. Or she’d stand there with red eyes, looking like she’d been bullied. I was extremely annoyed and told Crane about it, but he always said I was overthinking it. Until that night when Crane wasn’t home and I got up for water in the middle of the night, I heard her in her room pleasuring herself. “Crane… Crane…” I was thunderstruck, instantly feeling utterly disgusted. After confirming her vile intentions, I demanded to leave. But Crane thought I was being unreasonable. “We’re living here perfectly fine. What are you making a fuss about now?” I had no evidence and couldn’t just blurt out something so absurd, so I had to grit my teeth and endure it. But who knew she’d get even more outrageous? She calculated my period timing precisely. Except for those few nights, every other night she found various excuses to call Crane over. “Crane, the bathroom pipe burst.” “Crane, the water heater seems broken.” “Crane, I think I’m sick…” “Crane…” Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore and confronted her directly. “Sienna, Crane is my husband, not a plumber or a doctor. If you’re not feeling well or need help, call a professional.” She bit her lip, looking extremely wronged. Crane sternly reprimanded me. “What are you doing? I told you, she just lost her husband. I’m just taking extra care of her. Even if you’re jealous, there should be a limit, shouldn’t there?” “Then I won’t be jealous anymore. You two go play house together.” In my anger, I went back to my parents’ home. This was the second cold war since we’d started dating. The next day, Crane showed up with roses to apologize, kneeling on one knee in front of my parents, vowing to be more mindful of boundaries. But I still wouldn’t forgive him. He came to beg me every day, trying to please my parents. Plus my mother-in-law promised that she’d move into the villa to keep Sienna company and let Crane and me move out to live on our own. I looked at this man I’d loved for seven years. The sincerity in his eyes made my heart soften. Even if she didn’t know proper boundaries, I couldn’t write him off completely with one blow. Besides, we’d walked through college years together. He’d once stood up to drunken thugs harassing me, and once carried me to the hospital in a rainstorm when I had a high fever from my allergy. “This is your last chance.” I warned him as I accepted the roses. “One more time and we’re done.” Though I agreed to go home, I still had lingering doubts, so I wasn’t intimate with him. The next period of time was indeed calm. She seemed to have really restrained herself, maintaining proper distance even during occasional family gatherings. Finally, nearly two months after our cold war, Crane and I resumed our normal married life. But just as I’d returned to normal married life, she started acting up again. Thinking about it carefully, the Crane family was wealthy with plenty of servants and drivers. For such trivial matters, why did Crane have to come personally? I’d tolerated the previous nineteen times, but this time I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Crane.” My voice echoed in the empty corridor. He looked up sharply. Surprised, he instinctively pushed Sienna away some distance. Her face showed disappointment. “Willow? How did you…” “I came to observe and learn.” I didn’t want to beat around the bush with them. Worried they might not understand, I let out a cold laugh. “After all, my husband seems better at taking care of other men’s wives.” Her face instantly went pale, her fingers twisting the bedsheet at the edge of the hospital bed. “Willow, don’t misunderstand, I was just…” “Just what? Just coincidentally, accidentally falling down the stairs at one in the morning?” I walked closer to the bed, looking at her. “What a coincidence—every time we’re intimate, you always have some little accident.” She lowered her head even more, as if about to cry. “That’s enough, stop talking.” Crane abruptly stood up, grabbing my wrist and dragging me out of the hospital room. He demanded, “Are you crazy? Marcus’s only been gone six months!” “Ha… You know she’s Marcus’s wife, so why can’t you be more mindful of boundaries?” “You’re being completely unreasonable. I can guarantee you, there’s nothing between her and me.” He was quite angry, gripping my wrist, forcibly dragging me into the elevator. “Let go of me!” I struggled, my nails scratching across the back of his hand. “You’re hurting me!” The elevator descended to the underground parking garage. Crane silently dragged me toward his black Land Rover. He shoved me inside. The car door slammed shut with a “bang,” leaving only our heavy breathing in the enclosed space. “Willow, let me explain.” He released his grip, his voice suddenly softening. “Sienna really just twisted her ankle. Mom’s too old to support her by herself…” “So you needed to hold her?” I laughed coldly, rubbing my reddened wrist. “You needed to whisper in her ear? You needed to…” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the steering wheel, the horn blaring sharply. “Can you stop being so vulgar? That’s Sienna! My brother saved my life. What’s wrong with me taking care of his wife?” I stared at his reddening eyes, suddenly finding it ridiculous. “Crane, are you sure you’re just ‘taking care’ of her?” He was about to say something when his phone suddenly rang. The two words “Sienna” on the screen stung my eyes. Crane hesitated for a second, then answered anyway. “Mm… okay… I’ll be right there.” He hung up and looked at me with a complicated expression. “The hospital needs someone to handle the admission paperwork. Mom didn’t bring enough cash.” “So?” I leaned back in the seat, a sarcastic smile on my lips. “You’re leaving me again?” “Just ten minutes.” He reached out to touch my face, but I turned my head away. “Wait in the car for me. I promise I’ll come back as soon as I’m done.” “Just go.” I closed my eyes, heard the car door open and close, then the sound of hurried footsteps gradually fading away. The cold air from the underground garage crept up from the floor. I opened my eyes, my gaze falling on Crane’s backup phone under the passenger seat—the one he usually used for company business. Possessed by some impulse, I bent down and picked it up. The screen lit up, showing a blurry photo on the lock screen—you could vaguely make out two silhouettes. I entered his usual password. The phone unlocked. The moment I saw the contents, my blood ran cold.
The photo album was full of pictures of Sienna. Wearing sexy nightgowns, breastfeeding… There were even several clearly taken in a hotel bathroom. The most recent one was from ten minutes ago—a close-up of her sticking out her tongue and licking her lips on the hospital bed. Caption: [Missing you]. Besides these, the text messages were even more explicit: [Crane, meet me at the usual place tonight.] [She went to her parents’ house today, I sent the baby to my mom’s] [Left my lipstick in your car, don’t let her find it] [Remember that time? I want you to kiss me like that again…] [When are you getting divorced? You promised to give me and the baby a home] My blood flowed backward through my entire body. I bit down hard on the back of my hand to keep from screaming. My stomach churned. My fingers scrolled down uncontrollably. Until I saw a message from three months ago: [Marcus is already dead, what are you still hesitating about? If you hadn’t suggested it that day… your brother wouldn’t have…] “What are you doing?” The car door suddenly yanked open, Crane’s face appearing before me. His gaze fell on the phone in my hand. His expression froze instantly, then went deathly pale.
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