My wife and her young lover had too much fun at the hotel and accidentally lost our child. Afterward, she claimed to have been bewitched and begged for my forgiveness. I suppressed my hatred, pretended to agree, and secretly devised a plan for revenge. Not long after, my wife smiled at me and said, “Honey, I’m pregnant again! Aren’t you happy?” I nodded, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace, my body trembling uncontrollably. Because, unbeknownst to her, I had quietly undergone a vasectomy right after she had the miscarriage. “David, say something!” My wife, Samantha Williams, sat beside me, shaking my shoulder vigorously. I stared blankly at the report on the table. It showed that she was indeed pregnant. “Honey, I couldn’t keep our last child, and I feel so guilty. But look, the heavens have blessed us with another chance…” She sweetly wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. “Let’s cherish this life together from now on.” When I didn’t respond, she placed my hand on her slightly rounded belly. “Feel it? It’s our baby.” Samantha’s words echoed in my ears, but all I could hear was a deafening roar. My temples throbbed, anger surging through me—I wanted nothing more than to throw her out of the house right then and there. Because, even before she lost the baby, I had already taken the step to prevent her from bearing another man’s child and forcing me into the role of a father. I knew that cheating happens either once or infinitely. Sure enough, my intuition was spot on. I didn’t plan to confront Samantha; instead, I aimed to find that young lover and make them both pay. I drifted back to that fateful day. I had just finished work when I received a call from the hospital. Rushing to the hospital, I found Samantha crying out in pain. She lay on the bed, looking utterly drained. The nurse stifled a laugh, while my friends nearby teased me. “David, have you been that wild? That young lover must have really done a number on her!” My temper flared, and I felt my face flush with humiliation. Just as I was about to leave, Samantha grabbed my hand, weakly apologizing and confessing. “Honey, it was the other person who seduced me. I was just momentarily lost and made a terrible mistake.” “Please, forgive me. I promise we can have more children.” Hearing her words felt like a deep insult. No man wants to wear a metaphorical green hat and continue living in such a farce. I had always treated her well, coming from a poor background; I did everything I could to help her. During holidays, I showered her with precious gifts just to see her smile. Even in arguments, I was the one who would back down and apologize. Everyone said I was her lapdog, humbled to the core. But I didn’t care; I just wanted to build a life together with her. I never expected her to betray me like this. After much thought, I made my decision. I wanted a divorce and for her to leave with nothing, facing the consequences of her actions. At the same time, I wanted to find that young lover and ruin him. To avoid exposing my plan, I pretended to forgive Samantha. From that day forward, she changed her attitude and was exceptionally nice to me. She even insisted on doing my laundry.
After Samantha got pregnant, her requests for money increased. She claimed she wanted to eat better for the baby. Was she expecting me to support her little bastard? Her words enraged me to the point of shaking. But I swallowed my anger for the sake of my ultimate plan. I loosened my fists and said to Samantha as she prepared to leave, “Be back early, okay? Don’t tire yourself out shopping with your girlfriends, and take care of our baby.” A flicker of guilt crossed her face as she nodded and smiled. But the way she was dressed up didn’t seem like she was going to meet friends. Suspicion gnawed at me, so I followed her down the stairs. To my shock, she got into a car with a young guy who looked no older than twenty. As the guy rolled down the window, I caught them kissing passionately. They looked so intimate… My teeth ground together; I wanted to send them both to hell. From his attire and demeanor, I was certain he was a college student. And judging by his car, he wasn’t some rich kid. I suddenly recalled how frequently Samantha had been asking me for money lately. After thinking it through, it became clear—she was using my money to support a young gigolo. How ridiculous! I had to take action. When I got home, I sent the photo of the guy to my friends. After some investigation, I learned he was not just a player; he was a scam artist and a notorious womanizer. He had deceived many girls into bed, recording videos and threatening them—if they didn’t pay up, he would release those videos online. What a despicable person! Why hadn’t he gone to hell yet? I typed furiously to my friends. “Let’s make sure he gets caught up in gambling!” They responded, “Consider it done!” After sending the message, I fell into a deep sleep. In my dreams, I saw Samantha in a white dress, smiling at me, but soon enough, multiple men appeared around her, reaching out their hands to touch her. I wanted to intervene, but she screamed at me. “David, you’re such a clown.” “How does it feel to wear the green hat?” I woke up in a rage, ready to get a drink when Samantha returned. She reeked of perfume mixed with cigarette smoke, holding a bouquet of flowers. She carefully placed the flowers in a vase, completely oblivious to my glaring eyes. “I’m going to shower, honey.” “Be careful, don’t slip,” I replied nonchalantly. After she tossed her bag on the sofa and headed into the bathroom, I rummaged through her bag. Every item inside shocked me. First, there was a set of torn lingerie. Then I saw some… toys. Wow, she was quite the player! In front of everyone, the pure and lovely Samantha had this whole other side. I remembered how she had never been very proactive in bed—unless I begged her, she wouldn’t let me touch her. I thought she was just a modest, reserved person. Yet now, she transformed into a maid to please other men. My anger boiled over when I noticed her phone screen light up. Someone had sent her a message. Unlocking it, I clicked into her WeChat. At the top was a guy’s profile labeled “Baby.” Preparing myself for what I might see, I opened the conversation. “How was it this time? Did I do well enough? Should I ask for more compensation? I worked hard…” “Am I better than that useless husband of yours?” “Honestly, your husband is such an idiot.” I was taken aback, my brow furrowing. Could it be that things were more complicated than I had thought? I scrolled further. “I hope you don’t blame me for the last time causing your miscarriage…” Damn, I had been kept in the dark. This was the guy who had caused her miscarriage. Reading those messages made me question whether the child she lost before had ever been mine. When I flipped to the next page of chat history, I couldn’t sit still. “Now that we’re having this child, you need to take care of it.” “Don’t let it turn out like last time…” Sure enough, neither of those kids were mine! Next, I read Samantha’s reply. “Oh, you’re so annoying. My husband is actually a decent guy, just a bit slow…” “Stupid sister, if you weren’t slow, how could we be together?” The chat abruptly ended there. My eyes burned with rage as I trembled, clicking on the guy’s social media profile. He posted pictures flaunting expensive clothes, shoes, and watches. The caption read, “Thanks, sis! You’re so generous!” In that moment, I wanted to smash my phone. All those years of hard work went to supporting her young lover! My parents even bought her jewelry and skincare products every month, spending so much on her…
After transferring thousands of messages to my phone, I stuffed Samantha’s things into a bag. She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, nervously touching her neck. “What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself?” I asked, my patience wearing thin. She glanced away, mumbling, “Oh, it’s nothing, just some mosquito bites…” Seeing the red marks on her neck made my teeth grind. Samantha noticed my growing anger and rushed to embrace me. “Honey, I’m so tired from shopping today.” “You don’t care about my feelings at all!” Care? I suppressed my rage, forcing a smile. “Of course, I care! Your husband loves you!” That night, I received a message from a friend. He told me the young lover was a student my sister had once supported. Ryan came from a poor family; his father worked tirelessly just to send him to college. Little did his father know, Ryan had squandered his hard-earned money on women and drinking. What a scoundrel! Before I could respond, my friend added, “Ryan had a fling with your sister…” What? So my sister nearly killed herself over this guy? Before I could ponder further, my friend revealed, “That scumbag filmed your sister in private…” At that moment, I was livid. Clutching my chest, I struggled to breathe. I clenched my fists, determined to destroy Ryan. My precious sister, whom I had adored for eighteen years, had been ruined by this worthless bastard. How dare he! I immediately told my friend, “No matter the cost, I’ll make Ryan pay and ruin him.” The next day, at the crack of dawn, I drove to my sister’s house. She seemed despondent, uninterested in anything, keeping her feelings bottled up. I bought her beautiful clothes and treated her to a nice dinner. Finally, she opened up in my arms. Ever since Ryan filmed her, she had been giving him a thousand dollars a month as hush money. As she spoke, her pain deepened, tears streaming down her cheeks, her eyes red like a rabbit’s. As her brother, I felt an immense guilt. That night, I arranged for Ryan to be ambushed in an alley. They threw a black bag over his head and silenced him with a sock. I was the first to strike, and my friends joined in. Until someone pulled me back, urging me not to escalate things, I finally eased my grip. Next, I opened his phone, and the first thing I saw was a video of Samantha. Her face flashed in the footage, and I immediately recognized the large gold bracelet I had bought her just days ago. Samantha was incredibly eager in the video, her expression one of pure enjoyment. Two words came to mind. Filthy! Sordid! I had never realized she could be so open-minded. The demure lady in public was nothing but a wanton in private. I secretly transferred the video to my phone as a backup. Now, I had more than enough evidence. Next, I spent a few minutes deleting all videos of other girls. One friend couldn’t stand this scum and spat on Ryan, yelling, “Didn’t your mom teach you to respect women?” “What a disgrace! And you call yourself a college student? You’re more like a beast.”
When I got home, I found Samantha looking anxious, grabbing her bag and ready to leave. I grabbed her hand and forced a smile. “Honey, it’s late. Where are you going?” She swallowed hard and quickly said, “A friend is sick; I need to go see him.” “Oh? Let me take you.” She shook her head, looking nervous. “It’s fine, honey. You worked all day and need to rest. I’ll take a cab.” Samantha hurriedly released my hand and dashed out the door. I chuckled. Looks like Ryan had gotten himself into deep trouble. I smirked. The real show was just beginning! With my friends’ help, Ryan had ended up deep in gambling debt. When faced with the massive bill, he immediately thought of Samantha. I occasionally caught glimpses of his messages to her. “Help me save my life, sis.” “Isn’t your rich husband there to help pay off my debts?” “Or better yet, why not just kill him and inherit everything?” “After all, you hate him touching you and said he looks like a gorilla. You wouldn’t mind if he just disappeared, would you?” The rest was Samantha’s reply. “No way! I’d go to jail. Let me ask him for some money first…” Well, I didn’t expect Samantha to refuse Ryan’s request out of fear of prison. It seemed she didn’t care about the bond we shared over the years. Fine, since you both lack empathy, I won’t show mercy. Sure enough, when I got home from work, Samantha had prepared a feast. As soon as I walked in, she rushed to take my bag, bending down to help me with my shoes. Feigning concern, I helped her up. “Be careful; don’t hurt our baby.” “Okay, honey! I made your favorite dish, come and see!” At the dinner table, she subtly mentioned her financial struggles, but I ignored her, focused on my meal. After a while, she finally lost her temper and slammed her chopsticks down in front of me. Startled, I nearly stood up to slap her. But reason won over impulse, and I bit my lip, asking, “Have you lost your mind, Samantha?” She became even angrier, clearly not expecting me to raise my voice. After all this time, I had rarely shown anger toward her. “David, you actually yelled at me?” Her eyes were red with fury as she stood to confront me. “What have you given me all these years? Other husbands are handsome and wealthy, and what about you?” “I should have listened to my parents and not married you!” Ha! You didn’t want to marry me, and I regret marrying you. If it weren’t for my parents introducing us as a good match, I wouldn’t have looked at you twice. It’s not that I don’t have money; it’s that you’re just too greedy. But I kept those thoughts to myself; this wasn’t the time to burn bridges. Yet the more Samantha spoke, the more she trampled my dignity. “David, do you even realize how disgusting you are? Every time you touch me, I want to vomit.” “And you? You’re useless in bed!” That was it; she had completely enraged me. I believe no man would allow such insults, especially from his wife. “Samantha, have you forgotten the disgusting things you’ve done?” “What right do you have to shout here, you homewrecker?”
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