My usually innocent wife suddenly had many sexy lingerie pieces, with obvious signs of being grabbed. She explained they were her sister’s, which was confirmed, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Until that night, when I saw a message: “Kevin, are you asleep? I’m drunk and miss you so much.” I was furious. I’ll show them that even a nice guy isn’t to be trifled with! That day, while Mia was showering, I had to rush into the bathroom due to a bad stomachache. Mia was startled, but I laughed it off, “We’re married, don’t be shy.” As I sat on the toilet, trying to relieve myself, I couldn’t help but admire Mia’s body. She’s a part-time dance instructor with a hot figure – 5’7″ tall with a seductive face that gets your blood pumping. I couldn’t resist grabbing her hand, “Babe, you smell so good.” “Stop it! I’m tired. Let’s get some rest early.” Seeing Mia’s reaction, I got a bit angry. Without even wiping, I stood up and demanded, “Are you cheating on me?!” Mia got angry too. She turned the showerhead on me, soaking me completely, and yelled, “Jack Wilson! Have you no shame?!” Seeing Mia upset, I quickly tried to calm her down, “Don’t be mad, I was joking. But it has been a month since we…” Mia ignored me, dried herself off, and put on her underwear. I narrowed my eyes at her underwear choice – it was clearly a pink sexy lingerie set that I’d never seen her wear before. “Mia! Where did this underwear come from?” Mia looked down, then playfully pushed my head, “Isn’t this a surprise for you?” But this lingerie had clearly been worn many times, with visible signs of being grabbed. “This is obviously old!” I exclaimed, my face red with anger, feeling like a fool. Mia grabbed my arm, pouting, “Don’t be mad, honey. This afternoon I went to my sister’s place. Their faucet broke and soaked me completely, even my underwear. So I borrowed a set from my sister’s closet.” I immediately said, “I’ll call your sister right now!” I took out my phone, exchanged pleasantries, then got to the point: “Emma, Mia said she got soaked at your place this afternoon. Hope it wasn’t too much trouble.” “Yeah, my husband gave Mia a set of clothes to change into. Why, are you here to complain?” “No, no, just checking in.” I chatted a bit more before hanging up. Now it was Mia’s turn to be angry. She said I didn’t trust her and wouldn’t talk to me. I quickly tried to appease her: “Honey, don’t be mad! I was wrong to doubt you. I’m an idiot. What can I do to make it up to you?” To my surprise, Mia changed the subject: “Only if you add my name to the deed of the property.”
The property Mia mentioned was actually a large apartment I had bought from my previous business earnings. It was vacant and not rented out. Only my name was on the deed. Recently, the local government announced development plans, and with the lifting of purchase restrictions, the property value had tripled. Since the house wasn’t in her name, it was considered my premarital property. Although I had made a down payment on our future home in Mia’s name, with only her name on it, I had thought about adding Mia to the deed of the large apartment. After all, she was about to marry me, and I didn’t want to shortchange her. So I decided to use this opportunity: “No problem, baby. We’ll go to the property office this week.” I loved Mia so much that I was willing to give her everything. Mia was overjoyed. She hugged me tightly and kissed me frantically, “You’re the best, honey!” I smiled and kissed Mia back, then turned off the bedroom light. Afterwards, I sat on the bed smoking a cigarette while Mia went to shower. Her phone was charging on the nightstand. Looking at it, I felt a sudden urge to check it out. I knew Mia’s password, but we never looked at each other’s phones. Since we were about to get married, I figured it wouldn’t be a problem for spouses to check each other’s phones. Opening Mia’s SnapChat, there wasn’t a single chat history, including our conversations. It was all blank. This was Mia’s habit. She would delete all chat records after each conversation. But this didn’t stop me. I went into her PayPal to check for any suspicious transfers. Besides the $700 I sent her for each holiday, I found that Mia had received another $700 from someone else. Mia had saved the contact as “K,” I didn’t know what it meant. The profile picture was a tiger head, clearly a man, and probably an older one. I quickly took a photo of the transfer record with my phone, feeling a surge of anger and my hands shaking slightly as I put Mia’s phone back. I never imagined Mia would do this to me. If my guess was right, Mia must be cheating. Why else would someone send her special transfers on holidays? My blood was boiling. I wanted to burst into the bathroom with my phone and confront Mia, but I took a deep breath and buried my anger. Mia had never mentioned adding her name to the large apartment before. Why would she suddenly bring it up today? I suspected it had something to do with Mia’s affair partner. Perhaps they not only cheated on me but also wanted to get my property through Mia. Realizing this, I broke out in a cold sweat. I had to figure out who this person was. Just as I was thinking, suddenly a message came through on my SnapChat. “Jack, are you asleep? I’m drunk and miss you so much.”
Seeing this message, my hand trembled involuntarily. I had only met this woman a few times. She was Mia’s best friend, with a sexy appearance. During our previous dinners, she would flirt with me when Mia wasn’t looking, even rubbing her foot against mine under the table. But I never reciprocated. After all, my fiancée was prettier than her. But I never expected her to message me like this. To avoid any misunderstanding with Mia, I quickly deleted the message and decided not to respond. Mia said she was going to sleep, so I didn’t disturb her. I lay awake, pondering the contents of Mia’s phone. I suspected Mia was cheating. But the only clue I had was a tiger head profile picture. I needed to find out who this person was. I thought about following her, but I was afraid of being discovered. However, this didn’t stump me. I immediately thought of a foolproof method. From my previous business dealings, I knew a programming expert. The next day, I contacted the expert and asked if he could add a location tracking function to a phone. The expert said it was no problem and asked for the phone model. He then sent me the installation package and instructions. While Mia was showering, I found an opportunity to install the software on her phone. Now her location would be transmitted to my phone in real-time. However, to my surprise, Mia’s locations were very consistent. After work, she would go to the dance studio for an hour, then stop by her sister’s place on the way home, staying for an hour before returning. Was I being too sensitive? Maybe Mia wasn’t cheating after all? No, perhaps the affair partner was meeting Mia at the dance studio. I decided to follow Mia personally to see who she was meeting. Wearing sunglasses and a hat, I rented a car and disguised myself. After making sure I was unrecognizable, I took a day off work and followed Mia to her company. Mia was a company secretary. I had suspected she might be involved with her boss, but Mia’s boss was a woman, so that was impossible. But she could be involved with other colleagues. Office romances weren’t uncommon. So I spent the whole day wandering outside Mia’s company, occasionally seeing her print documents at the printer or interact normally with male colleagues. Maybe the affair partner wasn’t in the company? Just before the end of the workday, Mia walked out of the office building. I was sitting in the rented car, watching her from a distance. To my surprise, a black Lincoln pulled up silently beside her. Mia said something to the driver and got into the passenger seat. I immediately followed the car, which stopped at Mia’s dance studio. Not only did Mia get out, but also two of her female colleagues. So it turned out to be colleagues giving her a ride.
I waited outside the dance studio for a long time. There was a large glass window that allowed me to see inside clearly. Through the window, I could see Mia clearly. Her body was graceful as she taught a K-pop dance class in her sportswear. To be honest, I wasn’t surprised that such a beautiful woman might catch someone else’s eye. But after watching for a long time, no man approached Mia. After the dance class ended, Mia packed up and went straight to her sister’s place. Mia and her sister were very close, and Mia often visited her. I saw Mia enter the elevator, which stopped at her sister’s floor. After following her all day, it seemed Mia had no opportunity to cheat. I stood at the elevator, feeling foolish. Maybe I was wrong and too suspicious. As I stood there, a woman’s voice came from behind: “Jack, what are you doing here?” I turned around to find it was Mia’s sister, Emma. “Emma, uh, I came to find Mia. My phone’s broken and I forgot my keys, so I couldn’t call her. I figured she might be visiting you, so I came here to find her.” I quickly lied. Emma smiled and pressed the elevator button, “Mia is indeed here. Let’s go up together.” I smiled and followed Emma into the elevator. “You’re usually busy with work, so Mia usually has dinner at our place before going home. How come you’re off work so early today?” Emma asked. “Not much to do today,” I casually replied as Emma opened the door. “Honey!” A man’s voice came from inside as soon as the door opened. It was Emma’s husband and Mia’s brother-in-law, Kevin. Emma responded with a smile, “How did you know I was back? Jack’s here tonight, make enough dinner for one more.” Kevin came out, looking slightly surprised, but quickly recovered and said with a smile, “Oh, Jack’s here. Come on in.” “Where’s Mia?” Emma asked curiously as she hung up her bag. “Mia’s taking a shower inside. She said she was all sweaty from dancing.” “Control your wife, she’s been coming to our place to shower every day,” Emma joked. However, I found it strange because Mia always showered again when she got home at night. Just as I was thinking about this, Mia came out of the room, her hair still wet. She was drying her hair with a towel and asked curiously, “Why are you here?” I repeated the lie I told Emma. Mia nodded thoughtfully and then said, “Let’s go home then.” “Why not stay for dinner?” Emma asked curiously. “It’s okay, we need to…” Before Mia could finish, Emma smirked and said, “Oh, I get it. You’re rushing home for some alone time? Go on then, I won’t keep you.” “Shouldn’t you two be getting married soon?” Kevin suddenly asked, looking at me. I was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and replied, “Yeah, Mia and I are making preparations.” Kevin smiled and said, “Mia is a good girl. You better treat her well.”
Back home with Mia, I had followed her all day and found nothing suspicious. I began to wonder if I had been overthinking things. Maybe someone had a crush on Mia and sent her money. The chances of Mia cheating seemed slim. As we were getting ready for bed, Mia brought up adding her name to the property deed again. I truly loved Mia, and feeling guilty about my suspicions, I promised her, “We’ll go add your name this week.” Mia was thrilled, and that night she was very passionate. The next day, I didn’t follow Mia but went to work instead. Unexpectedly, I received a call at noon from the programming expert. He cautiously asked, “Are you alone? Can we talk?” My heart tightened, not knowing what he wanted to say. So I left my desk and went to a secluded corner, asking, “What’s the matter?” We didn’t usually have much contact, except for when I asked him to make the software. Was he calling to ask for more money? I became a bit wary. To my surprise, he said, “Brother, I didn’t want to tell you this, but I think you’re being taken advantage of. I feel I should let you know.” “What is it?” “I have a recording. I’ll send it to your SnapChat. Listen to it. The software I gave you has an automatic voice recording function. It recorded your girlfriend’s conversation.” I checked my SnapChat and sure enough, the expert had sent me an audio file. “It’s best to listen to it somewhere private,” he advised. Although I didn’t know what he was getting at, I clicked on it anyway. The recording was of passionate moaning, and I could clearly recognize Mia’s voice. “Don’t get handsy yet, let me tell you something…” Before Mia could finish, I heard the sound of passionate kissing. After a while, Mia spoke again, “Kevin, be gentle, you’re hurting me.”
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