Chapter 4

Back in my room, as if possessed, I opened my tablet.

Looking at the surveillance software on it, I hesitated.

When we were renovating our marital home, I was afraid of being cheated by the workers, so I installed hidden cameras in every corner of the house.

It was originally for monitoring the construction.

Involuntarily, I opened the software.

The quiet scene made me breathe a sigh of relief.

But before I could close it, the sound of a door opening came through the monitor.

Derek and the young girl in a school uniform urgently entered, kissing passionately.

My gaze involuntarily fell on Derek's "tool" that he said couldn't be used.

Although it was partially blocked by the girl's body, in the moments when they were frantically removing each other's clothes, I saw Derek's erect, engorged state.

The two had only half undressed before they urgently began their primal dance.

I felt a lump in my throat and almost couldn't breathe.

Covering my mouth, I coughed more severely.

But my eyes were glued to the tablet, unable to look away.

"Baby, you smell so good. Not like my wife, she reeks of cigarettes."

"Derek, when are you going to come clean with her? I can't satisfy you all by myself."

"What's the rush? Don't you think a 30-year-old virgin is more fun to play with?"

"..."

My chest ached sharply.

Even though I had already decided to give up on this relationship when the young girl came to see me, seeing these scenes still made my tears fall uncontrollably.

On the screen, the two had already started another round.

They were on the sofa I chose, the carpet, the bed, in the bathroom...

Derek held the young girl again and again.

"Derek, do you love me?"

"I love you to death, my dear Aria."

"Then can you not touch that old woman after you're married?"

Derek responded with actions: "I won't touch her, it's all for you..."

I remember when Derek and I first confirmed our relationship, he asked if I would mind not having a sex life in the future.

I said I wouldn't.

I was even afraid he might feel insecure, so I never held his hand or initiated kisses.

I was afraid of hurting his pride.

On so many nights, he would hold me, crying, saying, "Evelyn, I really want to have you. I only want you."

I had tried various degrading ways to help him get aroused.

But it was all in vain.

And now.

The young girl in his arms only needed one kiss, and he was ready for action, again and again.

I hugged the tablet.

They went at it all night.

And I watched all night.

Until dawn, when the two fell asleep on my marriage bed.

Only then did I close the tablet, my eyes sore and my heart in too much pain to breathe.