The Antidote Was His Other Woman

My husband, Jake Langford, gets poisoned with the toxic aphrodisiac in order to save me. Apparently, he needs to sleep with 99 virgins in order to get cured.

Every time he's done with a session, Jake looks at me with red-rimmed eyes.

"You mustn't think badly of me, Lily!"

Whenever he says that, the jealousy and resentment I feel get drowned out by guilt immediately.

I count the days, thinking that things between Jake and me will go back to how they were like before once we've gone through 99 days of hell.

That is, until I discover the second phone hiding inside our closet.

Only then do I realize that there's no such thing as 99 virgins. It turns out that Jake has been sleeping with the same woman every night this whole time.

Lilian's POV

The phone fell onto the floor with a crisp clatter.

The video on it was still playing.

"Jake, what if Lilian found out you lied to her? After all, you never got poisoned. You even planned the abduction yourself, and that took away her innocence and left her unable to have children."

With one last push, Jake Langford turned around and planted a kiss on Michelle Langford's forehead. Then, he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.

"It doesn't matter," he said.

Michelle chuckled coyly. "You're right. Because of that incident, Lilian has always thought of you as her savior, hasn't she?"

Jake's voice was low and seductive. "And you are my personal idol. Would you like to be pampered one more time?"

Suggestive sounds could be heard again, this time from the bathroom.

My whole body felt limp, and I leaned against a wall for support.

Six months ago, my fiance walked right out of our wedding. I became the joke of the whole social circle.

However, Jake suddenly proposed to me. "Lily, I've always had feelings for you. Will you marry me?"

I never thought that a wealthy heir from Sephgard, who had countless admirers, would propose to me.

At that moment, as if I had found a lifeline, I nodded without hesitation.

Jake and I quickly settled on a wedding date, but before the banquet even began, I was abducted.

To save me, Jake was forced to drink poisoned wine.

Ever since then, I had been caught in a cycle of sorrow and regret.

But every time I saw the gloomy look on Jake's face, I would instantly be overcome with regret.

Videos continued playing one after another on the phone. When the phone automatically turned off, the door opened.

Seeing me on the floor, Jake urgently rushed up to me. "Lily, what happened?"

The strong smell of roses lingering in his hair penetrated my nostrils. His adopted sister, Michelle, loved roses.

I shook my head. Then, I picked up the phone on the floor and handed it to him.

Jake froze, his expression darkening. After making sure that it was turned off, he gradually relaxed. "Where did