What She Rides

On my birthday, Hazel Mosley posts about preparing a surprise for me that night on social media. However, I see a photo of her taken that afternoon.

She is riding a horse with her assistant, Cecil Wilcox. In the photo, her clothes are fluttering, revealing red finger marks on her waist.

Cecil's caption read, "My first ever experience is thanks to her."

The comments section is full of teasing remarks.

"You've got bold intentions, young man."

"That position is hard to maneuver."

Unbelievably, Hazel likes that comment.

My heart sinks to my stomach. I always think she's just more open with me, but I never expect that it could be anyone.

I personally wash the horse to wipe away every trace of intimacy. Then, I transfer the entire ranch to her.

"You can give the rest of the horses to whoever you want. Feel free to pick."

Looking at how overjoyed she is, I agree to the marriage arranged by my family.

I arrived at the stables at exactly 3:00 pm.

After parking my car, I caught sight of a man and a woman riding horses not too far away. It was my wife, Hazel Mosley, and her male assistant, Cecil Wilcox.

Hazel's clothes rode up to her chest so much that I could see the marks on her waist even from a distance, and those were fingerprints that a man would have left on her while doing some "exciting" activities. Anyone who wasn't blind would have immediately caught on to what they'd been doing earlier.

I took a photo and sent it to Hazel. She abruptly turned around and looked back when she saw her phone, frowning when she caught sight of me.

Cecil then helped her off the horse after coming to a halt, whispering in her ear in a low voice. At once, Hazel's expression lightened up again as she grinned and replied to him.

She was still smiling even while coming over to me.

I saw how intimate they were with each other and felt that I was the unnecessary third wheel after all. It wasn't until then that I realized I had just been lying to myself all along.

The person she'd been meaning to surprise hadn't been me at all.

I then recalled how I'd prepared so eagerly for her so-called surprise since morning, postponing all my meetings and cancelling all prior appointments just for her.

I'd even gotten the maids to clean the entire villa and bought all of the luxury handbags that Hazel had been eyeing. After all, it wasn't just my birthday today, but also our dating anniversary.

Yet, she seemed to have forgotten all about it.

She didn't just forget about it. She even let another man ride my prized and most beloved horse without telling me.

Could it be that even she didn't belong to me anymore as well?

I clenched my fists tightly and suppressed the violent urge in my chest.

Cecil strode over and moved in front