My wife cheated on me.

Chapter 1
We've been married for over three years. I'm 34, a vice president at a private company. My wife, Yulian, is five years younger than me, a section chief at the S bureau of the government. Yulian is very beautiful. Although she's almost thirty, time seems to have ignored her; she still looks young and innocent. I remember how hard it took me to win her over. In a city like Shanghai, we own our own house and car, earn a considerable income each month, and live a life that most people envy.
To be honest, I'm not a very good husband. I spend most of my time busy with various social engagements, frequently visiting entertainment venues and drinking parties, often coming home very late. This has unknowingly meant I haven't been able to give Yulian much attention. Although she's never said anything about it, I know exactly how she feels.
On Christmas Eve, I finished my work early and arranged for a department head to attend the evening's drinking party in my place. I first booked a table at a seafood restaurant and ordered her favorite boiled shrimp and spicy crab, then drove to pick her up. When I arrived at her workplace, wanting to surprise her, I parked my car across the street and waited for her to get off work. Just then, a blue Buick pulled up in front of her office. I glanced at it and suddenly saw Yulian get out of the car, followed by a middle-aged man. I recognized him; he was the deputy director of Bureau S, in his thirties, wearing glasses, with a refined air, young and capable, yet unassuming. We all called him Director Liu.
Director Liu seemed to have something to tell Yulian, whispering something in her ear. My wife playfully punched him twice in the chest, and he laughed, got back into his car, turned around, and drove away. Yulian turned and went into her office. My heart sank; a sense of foreboding washed over me.
To avoid alerting him, I drove to a seafood restaurant and called my wife to tell her I had reserved a table there and wanted to spend a cozy Christmas Eve with her. After the call, I went to a florist and ordered a bouquet of roses. That night, I could see how happy she was on her face. If I had done those things sooner, perhaps what happened later wouldn't have happened.
Of course, I didn't mention anything to her that day about what I saw at her workplace.
Chapter Two:
Since our marriage, we've been very loving, and we haven't had a single argument in over three years. I believe in her character and the strong foundation of our relationship, and I never thought our marriage would have problems, but I trust my own eyes even more.
From that day on, I started paying special attention to Yulian's whereabouts, calling her workplace whenever I had time. Knowing she was working, I felt I might be overthinking things, and my heart gradually calmed down.
But at that moment, a text message made me unable to sit still any longer. That day, perhaps she was careless, she forgot to delete a text message. I opened it and read, "Darling, I love you more and more, I really want to hold you in my mouth and devour you..."
During this time, I turned down most social engagements and usually went home early. It wasn't until then that I realized she always made excuses to come home late. That night, I was watching a football game when she received a call saying her workplace had invited her out. I told her not to stay out too late and to come home early.
As soon as the door closed, I got up, put on my clothes, and slowly followed her. I didn't dare drive my Audi, so I hailed a taxi and followed her to a karaoke bar. I found a window seat at a teahouse across the street and waited patiently.
Around midnight, a group of men and women came out, including my wife and Director Liu. Yulian got into Director Liu's Buick, and I quickly paid the bill and hailed a taxi to follow them.
Their car stopped in front of my house, and the two of them got out, hugged, and then Yulian went upstairs, while Director Liu drove away. At that moment, I felt all the blood rush to my head. I really wanted to rush up and fight him to the death, but I held back because I couldn't let them get away with it so easily. After getting
out of the car, I wandered around the neighborhood for another half hour before returning. She asked me why I wasn't home, and I said that a friend had invited me out to chat, so I was late.
Chapter 3:
To obtain evidence, I secretly spent over three thousand yuan to buy a digital camera behind Yulian's back, capable of taking photos and shooting DV. Then, it was just a matter of waiting for an opportunity. Since they wouldn't let me live a good life, I would absolutely not let them be happy either.
January 20th, afternoon.
I drove a company Santana across the street from Yulian's workplace. I'd done this five or six times before, but nothing had ever happened. Around 3 PM, Director Liu's blue Buick pulled up and stopped in front of the building. A moment later, Yulian's wife, looking radiant, walked out and got into the car. I quietly followed behind.
They stopped in front of a hotel, and Yulian and Director Liu walked in one after the other like strangers. At that moment, my heart pounded; I knew the real show was about to begin.
I parked my car and entered the hotel lobby, but didn't see them. I slowly strolled to the front desk, took out my phone, and pretended to say, "Hello, Director Liu, I'm at the Rainbow Hotel. What room are you in?" "Ah, they're in the elevator."
I said to the receptionist, "Excuse me, what room is the gentleman who just checked in in?" It seemed Director Liu was a familiar face. The receptionist said, "Director Liu?" He was in room 1114. I said thank you and got into the elevator.
My heart was pounding like a rabbit's. Nervous? Angry? Excited? Thrilled? What else? I couldn't even say for sure!
When I got to the 11th floor, I found room 1114; the door was closed. I listened intently for a while, but couldn't hear anything. After about fifteen minutes, to avoid arousing suspicion, I slowly walked down the corridor, pretending to be on my phone. Just then, a receptionist came out from the end of the corridor. I called out to her, "Miss, could you open the door for me? I left my key card in the room."
The receptionist, seeing my suit and tie, didn't think much of it, took out a general-purpose card, and inserted it into the door. I said thank you, and she smiled and said, "You're welcome, sir."
Chapter Four:
I watched the receptionist walk away, then gently placed my hand on the doorknob. I could feel my heart pounding, my breathing almost stopping. I always feel this way when I'm particularly excited; my muscles twitch all over. I slowly opened the door. The entrance led to a living room, inside which was a bedroom. The soft carpet kept me completely still. I closed the door slightly and immediately heard familiar heavy breathing and moans.
Though my outward appearance remained unchanged, I knew I was about to explode, every vein bursting, blood and gore flying into every corner of the room. I desperately wanted to rush in and rip out the hearts, livers, and lungs of those two scoundrels, but I restrained myself. I couldn't let them get away with it so easily. I wanted them to know that betraying me would mean a fate worse than death.
I quietly approached the bedroom, standing on the sofa in the living room. I could see the bed clearly. Two naked bodies were performing oral sex in a "69" position. They were both moaning softly with their eyes closed, completely absorbed in the moment, unaware that someone was watching.
I suddenly remembered my wife saying a while ago that she didn't like oral sex. She said it always disgusted her, and she used to only do it to make me happy. Now that we're an old married couple, there's no need for that. I had been unhappy then, but I let it go. So that's what it was.
Time was limited, and I couldn't afford to think about anything else. I took out the digital camera I had prepared beforehand, turned on the video recording function, adjusted the angle, placed the camera on the sofa, and slowly retreated to sit down on the carpet, listening.
I could no longer describe the scene, the feeling, with words. Anger made my fists clench, and my whole body trembled. I heard the man's penis churning in Yulian's mouth, then invading that forbidden place that should have belonged only to me. I also heard her say, "Don't wear it, it's okay, I just had my period, it's safe these days."
While exercising, Director Liu asked her, "Is it good?" That woman, who had once been like a goddess in my eyes, was now brazenly shouting, "Yes..."

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