I Was a Good Man Until My Wife Went Too Far With Him

When my wife, Sandra Lane, finally returns from her business trip, I pin her against the wall, my lust overwhelming my rationality.

Halfway through our session, Sandra's phone starts ringing all of a sudden. She quickly pushes me off her body before grabbing her phone.

"Sandie, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable. Can you check out what's wrong with me?"

A racy video is soon sent to Sandra's private chat.

Angered, I question Sandra, "Has William gone nuts? Why did he send you these videos? Is he going to keep badgering you just because he can't find himself a wife?"

Sandra responds by slapping me instantly.

"What the hell are you talking about, Steven? What's with that gutter mind of yours? I've just rescued William from another city! His parents are already dead, so I'm the only one left in his life! Naturally, I'm obligated to take good care of him!

"You disgust me to no end, Steven! Hurry up and apologize to me right now, or else we're getting a divorce!"

Sandra and I have been married for six years. During these years, she has used divorce as a threat against me multiple times. But when I'm with Sandra, I've already confessed 1001 times to her.

Upon noticing my silence, Sandra just smiles smugly, thinking that there's no way I will ever leave her.

But this time, she's wrong.

I sat there quietly, not raging or shouting like I usually did.

Sandra Lane took it as me finally realizing I was in the wrong. She didn't even bother to look at me before walking out to the living room to video call William Jones, her childhood sweetheart.

"Let me see how you're recovering."

"Hey, looks like it's healing pretty well. But be careful with that cut."

"I'm not a doctor, but I've saved plenty of people. I know how this works. Just listen to me!"

"Alright, alright, quit teasing. I'll come by tomorrow and cook you something nourishing."

I listened to my wife laugh as she responded to his flirtatious remarks. Without a word, I stepped onto the bedroom balcony and called my lawyer.

Even though it was late at night, his voice was sharp and alert.

"Prepare a divorce agreement for me by tomorrow morning," I instructed.

"Yes, Mr. Green. Are you and Mrs. Green—"

"Don't ask about anything else. Just get it done," I said and hung up.

After that, I stared at a phone number I knew by heart, hesitating for a long time before dialing.

"Dad, I've made up my mind. I'm going overseas to take over the family business. I won't be staying here anymore."

It seemed to be daytime where my father was. He had always been a man of few words, but upon hearing my words, he kept repeating how glad he was.

"Steven, as long as you're willing, I'll always be your safety net. You can come anytime. Remember, I'll always love you."

I held back the tears burning at the corners