I never imagined my wife Olivia’s job as a sleep therapist would lead to such a shocking discovery. She helps insomniacs fall asleep through voice or video chat services. At first, I didn’t understand and thought the job was ridiculous. After all, I’m well-off enough that she doesn’t need to work. I tried to talk her out of it, but she got furious. She accused me of trying to hold back her career and insulting her dreams. Her parents are both teachers, and she was known as the ice queen back in college. I trusted her not to do anything inappropriate. I chalked it up to her pride and stopped questioning it. That is, until I came across a certain video… One evening, I was lounging on the couch scrolling through my phone as usual. As I was swiping, a video in a local group suddenly caught my eye – “Sexy Married Woman”. The video showed a couple getting intimate, even more explicit than what I normally watch. But their faces weren’t visible. It got me all hot and bothered. Too bad my wife wasn’t home. I left a comment saying the woman was such a tease. The screen was filled with flashes of pale skin as the camera shook violently. It was charged with desire and pheromones. The woman called out “Master” in a husky voice, clearly trying to please. That voice sounded exactly like my wife’s when she’s doing her sleep therapy sessions! It was uncanny how similar they were. My heart dropped. It felt like a knife was hanging over my head. I quickly brought the phone closer and listened over and over again. No way, it couldn’t be! My wife was supposed to be on a trip right now. I even paid for it myself. There are plenty of women with similar voices and bodies. Plus, videos online are often fake. My wife was never this wild in bed. But that voice kept pounding in my ears, stabbing at my nerves. I desperately tried to reassure myself. But another voice kept whispering: “What if?” I spent the next hour frantically examining the video. I slowed it down to a crawl, analyzing it frame by frame. My heart was racing as I stared at the screen. The image was still shaky, never revealing the woman’s face. Some details of her body were blurry too. But suddenly, a detail caught my eye like a sword piercing my heart. The woman’s hand lifted slightly. As she made a flirtatious gesture, I saw a flash of silver on her wrist. It was a silver bracelet, simple yet unique in design, with a soft, mellow glow. It was the custom gift I had made for our 5th wedding anniversary. It was her. Olivia. My wife of 5 years was cheating on me.
In that moment, my sanity crumbled. Every nerve felt like it was on fire. A deafening ringing in my ears made it impossible to think. Every inch of my anger was mixed with humiliation – I’d been made a cuckold! I scoured the video but still couldn’t make out the other man’s face. But the evidence of my wife’s infidelity was irrefutable. How else could I explain her wanton, debauched behavior in the video? That enthusiastic, frenzied performance. I had to find this man. I decided to start by contacting the person who posted the video. I created a new account and sent him a friend request. Luckily, he accepted quickly. To avoid suspicion, I pretended to be a sleazy guy thinking with his lower half. I eagerly asked: “Bro, where’d you get this video? It’s got me all worked up, I can’t take it.” He was silent for a few seconds, seemingly testing me: “Why do you want to know?” I could tell he was wary, so I gritted my teeth and sent a big cash gift, saying: “Come on man, this sexy lady’s got me going crazy. I can’t help myself, please!” After getting the money, he loosened up and became friendly: “Well since you’re so sincere, I’d hate to leave a brother hanging.” Then he sent me several more videos, each one more explicit and graphic than the last. The man and woman’s faces were still hidden, but the body, the movements… every detail confirmed it was my wife. My mind went blank, filled with endless humiliation. It felt like countless little people were mocking me. I felt both ridiculous and pathetic. In all our years of marriage, my wife had never been this passionate with me. She was always cold in bed, hardly ever initiating. Whenever I tried to initiate, she’d always say she was too tired or change the subject. Even when she agreed, she’d just lie there like a dead fish in our dark bedroom. I always thought she was just shy or not that interested in sex. But now, the truth before my eyes told me otherwise – she wasn’t frigid or reserved. She just couldn’t let loose with me. With another man, she could be this uninhibited, like a completely different person. I silently lit a cigarette, trying to calm myself down. Even though it was all hard to accept, the most important thing now was finding out who the other man was.
The man in the videos never showed his face, but I should be grateful my wife was only cheating with one guy. The only clue was a distinctive tattoo on the man’s arm in all the videos. I asked him: “Bro, how’d you get these videos?” He vaguely replied: “Special channels, don’t ask too many questions. Just enjoy, man.” I wanted to probe further, but he was clearly getting suspicious, his words guarded. I had to play dumb: “Next time you get good stuff like this, hook a brother up. I’ll make it worth your while.” I logged off and collapsed in my chair, completely drained. I decisively tossed my wedding ring in the trash. This marriage was over. No man could continue living under a cloud of infidelity like this. But before divorcing, there were some accounts to settle. All these years, I’d given my all to her and her family, never shortchanging them. I never imagined this is how she’d repay me. We met in college. She came from a poor family, both parents were teachers, and she had a good-for-nothing brother. Back then she was known as the campus ice queen. She’d even rejected the advances of a rich guy. That’s actually why I pursued her – I admired that she didn’t care about money. I thought an educated family would be easy to get along with. But on my first visit to her home, her mother immediately demanded a $40,000 bride price. The greed in her eyes made it seem like a business transaction, not marrying off a daughter. I hesitated, and her mom immediately changed her tune, kicking me out. She went on and on: “My daughter is highly educated and beautiful. We have suitors lined up. If you can’t afford the bride price, don’t waste her time.” I thought I was a decent catch – I had a car, an apartment, and a sizable inheritance from my parents. I assumed I’d be their ideal son-in-law. But reality slapped me in the face. Her mother’s greed made me want to back out. But then Olivia showed up at my place crying. The usually cold girl’s breakdown that day softened my heart. She said her mom didn’t mean it, that her dad had accidentally hit someone with his car recently and the victim was demanding $40,000. Their family just didn’t have the money. If I didn’t marry her, she’d have to marry some 40-year-old guy. Her tears made my heart ache, and I finally bit the bullet and paid the $40,000 bride price. But that $40,000 was just the beginning. After we got married, my mother-in-law and good-for-nothing brother-in-law kept finding excuses to borrow money from me. They said it was borrowing, but never paid back. And my brother-in-law was useless – drinking, gambling, whoring, he did it all. I was constantly cleaning up his messes. With no other choice, I arranged for him to work under me at my company. Better to keep an eye on him than let him cause trouble elsewhere. I’d had enough of this life long ago. But every time my wife would beg me with tears in her eyes, and I’d soften and give in. I admit I was whipped, but ultimately it was because I loved her and felt bad for her. Now, it was all going to end. I’d settle accounts for everything they owed me. I contacted a lawyer to draft divorce papers. Just as I finished, I heard the sound of a key in the front door. She was back.
As soon as the door opened, I smelled an unfamiliar perfume on her. Faint, but unmistakable. Like marking territory. I took her luggage from her. Feigning calm, I smiled and asked: “How was your trip?” I watched her face closely, looking for any trace of guilt or unease. Her eyes flickered for a moment. She mumbled a few vague words, not at all like someone just back from vacation. I remembered something she’d said before leaving: “Don’t worry about me, I’ll make sure to relax and enjoy myself.” Thinking back now, it was quite telling. I felt a wave of bitter mockery. I’d been so naive before, missing such obvious signs. I was already glowing green. While she was in the shower, I secretly went through her bag. Unsurprisingly, there was an opened box of condoms. Even though I was prepared, it was still hard to process. Next, I took out her phone. I scoured her contact list and chat history but found nothing suspicious. I hesitated for a moment, then tried switching accounts. Sure enough, there was a hidden account – her work account as a sleep therapist. This account had a contact pinned at the top labeled “Hubby”. I clicked to view his profile, but there were no photos. Clearly he was using an alternate account too. I frantically scrolled through their chat history, trying to figure out when they’d started hooking up. The filthy messages on screen were like knives stabbing my heart. I couldn’t believe these words came from my usually cold wife’s mouth. Every line felt like it was mocking me. “Be gentle tonight, you hurt me last time. I almost got caught.” “Good thing I pretended to be drunk, or we would’ve been busted.” “Next time let’s do something even more thrilling. Video call me while you’re next to your wife.” “Hehe, you’re so bad.” I nearly threw up. My blood was boiling, and it took all my willpower not to rush over and slap her. I vaguely recalled a night a few weeks back when my wife came home very late. Her hair was messy, her face flushed, her voice soft and breathy. She stumbled in and collapsed on top of me. I could feel she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I was secretly thrilled my wife was being so forward. But she pushed me away, saying she’d been drinking and felt awful. I rushed to make her a hangover soup, but by the time it was ready she’d fallen asleep. Now I realized how foolish I’d been. Olivia does her sleep therapy work every night. Who knew she was actually getting therapy in bed. I wanted to make this pair of adulterers pay. I kept searching her bag and found a bottle of lube. Damn, things must get pretty wild if they need that stuff. I dumped out the lube and replaced it with super glue. You like playing risky games? I’ll make sure you two are inseparable from now on. I quickly jotted down the man’s account info, but found this alternate account didn’t allow friend requests.
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