Forced to Buy My Wife's First Love a Home

While I'm off taking a mascot job at the mall just to make a quick buck, my wife, Marissa Osbourne, is accompanying her first love, Dominic Finch, on a shopping trip to buy him a suit.

She even goes as far as to buy him five suits in one go just to show how generous she is. The thing is, those suits cost three months of my salary.

When Marissa approaches me, she doesn't recognize me in the mascot suit. Instead, she starts jeering at me.

"To think that a grown man is still dressed up as a mascot in a mall just to earn money! What a pathetic loser!"

She doesn't know that I've given up on my inheritance of hundreds of millions of dollars' worth of assets.

As I watch Marissa leave while tittering, I suddenly realize that the marriage that I've been maintaining for so many years is hollow all along.

It was stifling inside the mascot suit—so hot I could hardly catch my breath. When I looked up, I spotted my wife, Marissa Osborne, walking through the doors, a handbag slung over her arm.

My heart swelled.

Last night, I'd told her that I'd found a part-time job as a mascot at Glory Grocer. It paid 300 dollars a day, and if I kept at it for a month, I could buy her the handbag she'd been eyeing.

I perked up, walking resolutely toward Marissa. However, I then saw a tall man tagging along behind her. He was her first love, Dominic Finch.

My eyes dropped to their hands, fingers tightly intertwined—a display of deep affection.

My heart stopped. I froze to the spot, lost in a daze.

Just then, the store manager rushed over and smacked me upside the head, jolting me back to reality.

"Hey! Why are you spacing out, dumbass? We've got customers. Get moving! We're not paying you to space out!"

I lowered my head and clenched my fists into balls, holding back my anger silently.

Marissa always claimed that she and Dominic were just friends. She told me not to worry, as she would not cheat on me.

As her husband, I should have faith in her. After all, she was just holding hands with a close guy friend. It was completely reasonable.

I picked myself back up and interacted with the customers, sneaking glances in Marissa's direction every now and then.

They went up to the second floor. At the very least, they weren't going up to get a room. I breathed a sigh of relief. When I was finally on my break, I grabbed the opportunity to urgently send Marissa a message.

"Where are you, Rissa?"

The typing indicator popped up, and then her sharp reply came through. "Why are you checking up on me every day, Ainsley Hayes? I'm at work, obviously. Where else would I be? How do you expect us to make ends meet with the pittance you earn?"

My temples throbbed painfully as her wave