Chapter 1

I Accidentally Found Out My Wife Was Cheating—One Woman, Two Men.

She even claimed she was carrying my child. But how was I supposed to know whether it was mine or some other man’s?

I was furious. I secretly gathered evidence, determined to make her leave with nothing.

But the more I investigated, the more confused I became. It was as if I had fallen into a trap.

I had been played!

My name is Ethan Carter. I’m thirty years old, and two months ago, I was brutally laid off.

Luckily, I had a smart and capable wife, Claire. Through her connections, she helped me land a job at a private company. The work was ordinary, but at least it paid the bills.

When it came to Claire, she was undoubtedly the person I was most proud of in my life.

My wife was simply too beautiful. Her perfect figure, gorgeous face, and impressive education were all things most people could only dream of.

I had fallen for her the moment I first saw her. I chased her for two years and beat out countless rivals before finally winning her heart.

“Ethan, stay late tonight and finish these files before you leave.”

My manager, Damian Brooks, dropped a stack of documents on my desk. He didn’t even look at me before walking away.

I had no idea why Damian always acted as if he looked down on me. Was it because I had gotten the job through Claire’s connections?

But he was my manager, so all I could do was nod and accept the order.

This was already my tenth night of overtime that month. There were so many people on our team. Why did he always single me out?

I didn’t understand.

But whether I understood or not, I had no choice but to process the files. Gradually, everyone around me left.

I yawned. I was so exhausted that I couldn’t help resting my head on the desk for a moment.

But the moment I closed my eyes, I had an indescribable dream.

In the dream, my wife and I were passionately making love. The scene was intense, but just as the viewpoint shifted to the man’s face, I jolted awake.

That wasn’t my face.

Then whose was it?

Breathing hard, I looked at the clock. Only ten minutes had passed.

I rubbed my aching temples. I must have been too tired. That had to be why I was having such strange dreams.

Claire couldn’t possibly be that kind of woman. She blushed whenever I kissed her. How could she ever do something like that?

Just as I was about to return to my work, a link suddenly appeared in my inbox.

The subject line was provocative: Wild Night with a Married Beauty!

I assumed it was some disgusting advertisement and was about to close it. But before I could move the mouse, the link opened on its own and began playing a video.

The sight nearly drove me insane.

Because the woman in the video was my wife, Claire.

She was nothing like the pure and gentle woman I knew. In the video, she looked like a complete seductress, posing in all kinds of ways.

Then two masked men appeared. Their hands slid over her body…

Two?

There were actually two men!

My gentle, innocent wife had been doing this behind my back? She was sleeping with two men at once?

A wave of nausea surged through me. I bent over and vomited several times.

The video lasted twenty minutes. The entire thing was filthy and depraved. My eyes burned with rage as I watched. I wanted to reach through the screen and strangle all three of them.

Before I could react, an anonymous message appeared.

“Well? Did you enjoy the show?”

“Did you know your wife was like this in bed? She’s incredibly wet.”

Then another picture was sent.

It showed a pair of long, pale legs bent at the knees. On the light-blue bedsheets was a large dark stain mixed with a white smear.

I recognized the pattern on the sheets immediately.

My mind went blank.

Those were the sheets from my bedroom.

Those two bastards were having sex in my house?

I sent another message, but the person never replied.

Burning with rage, I immediately called Claire. She didn’t answer.

At that point, what did work matter? Someone had broken into my marriage.

I rushed out of the office.

I ran all the way home, but at the entrance to my apartment complex, I bumped into Damian Brooks.

Why was he here? Wasn’t his home in the opposite direction?

But my mind was filled with thoughts of my wife and the man she was cheating with. I didn’t stop to think about it.

I stormed into the apartment, ready to catch them in the act.

Instead, Claire was sitting on the couch, watching television.

She was wearing a white nightdress with nothing underneath. Her beautiful figure stood out beneath the thin fabric, gently trembling whenever she laughed.

When she heard the door open, she turned around in surprise.

“Ethan? Why are you home? I thought you were working late.”

The scene I had expected wasn’t there.

I didn’t know whether I felt more relieved or disappointed. My expression stiffened.

“I finished the files, so I came home early.”

Seeing the look on my face, Claire came over and tried to pull me toward the couch so I could rest.

But when I remembered the video, I shoved her away and suddenly vomited.

Claire’s expression darkened.

“Ethan! What the hell do you mean by that? Are you disgusted by me now? You can’t even stand to touch me?”

She stormed into the bedroom.

Once I recovered, I went to comfort her, only to find that she had locked the door.

I apologized and pleaded from outside for a long time. Claire refused to answer until I promised to buy her another designer handbag.

Only then did she let me in.

But the moment I entered the bedroom, I saw a large dark stain and a white smear on the bedsheets.

They were exactly the same as the ones in the picture.

Could that man have been telling the truth?