The Wife I Betrayed for a Perfect Lie

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The Wife I Betrayed for a Perfect Lie

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现实主义-Realistic浪漫-Romance重生-Reborn

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?My head exploded. The room seemed to spin around me. The anger I had barely managed to suppress erupted again. I pointed at the sheets and shouted. “Claire, tell me what this is! You really cheated on me, and you even brought someone home to sleep with you?” I had expected her to panic. Instead, Claire exploded even harder than I did. She rushed at me and began hitting and scratching my chest. “You jerk! First you act like I disgust you, and now you’re accusing me of cheating? If you don’t want to be married anymore, just say it! We can get divorced! Don’t stand there saying things meant to humiliate me!” I finally caught her wrists and held her back. In that short time, she had already scratched several bloody lines across my face. Seeing her reaction, I began to waver. Had I wronged her? Then what was the stain on the bed? “The white stuff is oatmeal,” Claire sobbed. “I spilled some earlier and tried to wipe it away with water, but it wouldn’t come off. I didn’t have time to wash the sheets before you came home.” “If you don’t believe me, smell it! Go ahead!” She began crying harder. Her small face was wet with tears as she yanked the sheet toward me and shoved it under my nose. I smelled it. There was no foul odor. Only the sweet scent of oats. My heart finally relaxed. I regretted how impulsive I had been and quickly pulled my crying wife into my arms. “Claire, I’m sorry. I was too anxious. You’re so good to me, but I’m always afraid I’m not enough for you.” “I was being a bastard. Please don’t cry. Seeing you cry hurts me.” I comforted her for a long time. She finally stopped crying after I promised to buy her four new designer bags. After all that fighting, we were both exhausted. We cleaned up a little and went to bed. But even with my eyes closed, I couldn’t fall asleep. The picture had been fake. But what about the video? The woman in it had clearly been Claire. There was no mistake. So had she really cheated on me? I wanted to wake her up and demand the truth, but when I saw her sleeping peacefully, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Maybe the video had been generated by AI. I couldn’t keep accusing Claire without proof. I slept only a few hours. The next morning, I went to work feeling drained. I hadn’t finished the files before going home, and Damian used that as an excuse to berate me in front of everyone. “Some people have no ability and no talent. They can only find a job because their wives pull strings for them.” “Honestly, can a useless man like that even keep his wife under control?” Damian threw insult after insult at me. My coworkers whispered among themselves, occasionally glancing in my direction. My face burned with embarrassment. I wished I could hide under my desk. “Oh, Ethan, I’m not talking about you,” Damian added with fake concern. “Don’t misunderstand. Claire is a wonderful wife.” Though he apologized with his mouth, his eyes were full of contempt. Then he let out a mocking laugh. Everyone burst out laughing. All I could do was pretend it didn’t bother me and laugh along with them. I took a sip of coffee to hide the hatred in my eyes. I needed this job. It was only temporary humiliation. I could endure it. “Ethan, did you sleep badly last night? You look awful.” In the break room, Madison Reed brought me a cup of coffee. She was the daughter of the company’s vice president. She was beautiful, with a perfect figure and long, slender legs. Her professional clothes only made her more attractive. For some reason, Madison had always favored me. She was constantly looking after me. That was probably why Damian hated me so much. He had once pursued Madison and been brutally rejected. Madison didn’t just favor me. She had also flirted with me more than once. Like now, when she leaned forward so far that I could see the tempting view beneath her blouse. My old face turned red. I cleared my throat. “I didn’t sleep well. Claire was a little restless last night.” Unfortunately, I was married. I couldn’t betray my wife, so I forced myself to turn Madison down. Her eyes dimmed. She looked hurt. I couldn’t give her false hope, so I tried to walk away. But she grabbed my arm. After struggling with herself for a moment, she finally made up her mind. “Ethan, there’s something I need to tell you. You should prepare yourself.” I frowned. What could possibly require me to prepare myself? Madison pulled out her phone and opened a video. My eyes widened. How had she secretly filmed my wife? I was about to ask, but then I saw Claire in the video. She was wearing a revealing outfit. Her skirt barely covered her thighs, and her chest was exposed. She walked out of a hotel with a middle-aged man.

Chapters (2)

第1章

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?

第2章

My head exploded. The room seemed to spin around me. The anger I had barely managed to suppress erupted again. I pointed at the sheets and shouted. “Claire, tell me what this is! You really cheated on me, and you even brought someone home to sleep with you?” I had expected her to panic. Instead, Claire exploded even harder than I did. She rushed at me and began hitting and scratching my chest. “You jerk! First you act like I disgust you, and now you’re accusing me of cheating? If you don’t want to be married anymore, just say it! We can get divorced! Don’t stand there saying things meant to humiliate me!” I finally caught her wrists and held her back. In that short time, she had already scratched several bloody lines across my face. Seeing her reaction, I began to waver. Had I wronged her? Then what was the stain on the bed? “The white stuff is oatmeal,” Claire sobbed. “I spilled some earlier and tried to wipe it away with water, but it wouldn’t come off. I didn’t have time to wash the sheets before you came home.” “If you don’t believe me, smell it! Go ahead!” She began crying harder. Her small face was wet with tears as she yanked the sheet toward me and shoved it under my nose. I smelled it. There was no foul odor. Only the sweet scent of oats. My heart finally relaxed. I regretted how impulsive I had been and quickly pulled my crying wife into my arms. “Claire, I’m sorry. I was too anxious. You’re so good to me, but I’m always afraid I’m not enough for you.” “I was being a bastard. Please don’t cry. Seeing you cry hurts me.” I comforted her for a long time. She finally stopped crying after I promised to buy her four new designer bags. After all that fighting, we were both exhausted. We cleaned up a little and went to bed. But even with my eyes closed, I couldn’t fall asleep. The picture had been fake. But what about the video? The woman in it had clearly been Claire. There was no mistake. So had she really cheated on me? I wanted to wake her up and demand the truth, but when I saw her sleeping peacefully, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Maybe the video had been generated by AI. I couldn’t keep accusing Claire without proof. I slept only a few hours. The next morning, I went to work feeling drained. I hadn’t finished the files before going home, and Damian used that as an excuse to berate me in front of everyone. “Some people have no ability and no talent. They can only find a job because their wives pull strings for them.” “Honestly, can a useless man like that even keep his wife under control?” Damian threw insult after insult at me. My coworkers whispered among themselves, occasionally glancing in my direction. My face burned with embarrassment. I wished I could hide under my desk. “Oh, Ethan, I’m not talking about you,” Damian added with fake concern. “Don’t misunderstand. Claire is a wonderful wife.” Though he apologized with his mouth, his eyes were full of contempt. Then he let out a mocking laugh. Everyone burst out laughing. All I could do was pretend it didn’t bother me and laugh along with them. I took a sip of coffee to hide the hatred in my eyes. I needed this job. It was only temporary humiliation. I could endure it. “Ethan, did you sleep badly last night? You look awful.” In the break room, Madison Reed brought me a cup of coffee. She was the daughter of the company’s vice president. She was beautiful, with a perfect figure and long, slender legs. Her professional clothes only made her more attractive. For some reason, Madison had always favored me. She was constantly looking after me. That was probably why Damian hated me so much. He had once pursued Madison and been brutally rejected. Madison didn’t just favor me. She had also flirted with me more than once. Like now, when she leaned forward so far that I could see the tempting view beneath her blouse. My old face turned red. I cleared my throat. “I didn’t sleep well. Claire was a little restless last night.” Unfortunately, I was married. I couldn’t betray my wife, so I forced myself to turn Madison down. Her eyes dimmed. She looked hurt. I couldn’t give her false hope, so I tried to walk away. But she grabbed my arm. After struggling with herself for a moment, she finally made up her mind. “Ethan, there’s something I need to tell you. You should prepare yourself.” I frowned. What could possibly require me to prepare myself? Madison pulled out her phone and opened a video. My eyes widened. How had she secretly filmed my wife? I was about to ask, but then I saw Claire in the video. She was wearing a revealing outfit. Her skirt barely covered her thighs, and her chest was exposed. She walked out of a hotel with a middle-aged man.