The Wilted Blossoms of Love

Even after five years of marriage, Benjamin Lane continues to maintain his image as a devoted husband. He's the scion of the Lane family, yet he strictly adheres to curfews and comes home on time.

He drives me to work every day and goes all out to prepare gifts for me on various anniversaries and holidays. His social media is also all about his doting love for me.

The online community calls him a hopeless romantic; countless people ship us together.

However, he's logged in to his WhatsApp account on his tablet. I see a video another woman has sent to him.

After having been married for five years, Benjamin Lane had always maintained the image of a devoted husband. Nicknamed the "Prince of the Lanes", he followed a strict curfew and always returned home on time.

Every day, he personally drove me to work, and on numerous festive holidays, he went to great lengths to prepare gifts for me. All his social media accounts were also filled with his daily acts of spoiling me—his wife.

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed.

But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video.

In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free.

"Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"

The woman's voice sounded sweet and tempting, laced with a hint of coquettishness.

I didn't think much of it at first. It was normal for someone to like Benjamin—after all, who didn't have a few admirers? Plus, Benjamin had given me enough sense of security over the years.

But just when I assumed this was another one-sided attempt at seduction, Benjamin had replied, "Tomorrow, you won't be able to get out of bed for the whole day."

I felt my heart skip a beat when I read that.

Just then, I heard the sound of the bedroom door opening, and I silently exited his WhatsApp and casually scrolled through short videos as if nothing had happened.

Benjamin climbed onto the bed and pressed up against me from behind. He had just finished showering, and the faint scent of body wash still lingered on him.

He intimately nuzzled his chin against my shoulder, and as he turned his head, his warm lips lightly brushed against the skin of my neck.

"Selena, what are you so focused on?"

Benjamin looked down at the tablet, and he paused in his previously affectionate movements for a moment.

"Why are you using my tablet? Um, I mean… It feels nicer to watch short videos on a phone," he said hesitantly.

As he spoke, his pupils flickered