My Husband Said His Affair Was Just for Fun, So I Smiled and Played Along Until He Went Bankrupt

As I was about to go to bed, I habitually unzipped Jack's pants, only to catch a faint whiff of cigarette smoke.

He rarely smoked, except for the occasional post-coital cigarette after we made love.

We hadn't seen each other for two months due to business trips.

When I tried to wrap my arms around his neck for a kiss, he pushed me away listlessly:

"My back hurts. Not tonight. Let's just sleep."

Looking at the man snoring beside me, I frowned.

My instincts told me that Jack was having an affair, and the girl was young enough to drain all his energy.

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