My wife cheated on me.

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Chapter 1:
We've been married for over three years. I'm 34, a vice president in a private company. My wife, Yulian, is five years younger than me, a section chief in 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 had to go through a lot to win her over. In a city like Shanghai, we have our own house and car, and we earn a considerable income each month, living 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 going to entertainment venues and drinking parties, often coming home very late. This has unknowingly meant I haven't been able to show Yulian much affection. Although she's never said anything about it, I know very well 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 across the street and waited in the car for her to get off work. Just then, a blue Buick stopped in front of her workplace. I glanced at it casually and suddenly saw Yulian get out of the car, and a middle-aged man also got out. I recognized the man; he was the deputy director of Bureau S, in his thirties, wearing glasses, with a refined air, quite 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. His wife playfully punched him twice in the chest, and he smiled, got back into the car, turned around, and drove away. Yulian also turned and went into her workplace. My heart sank; an ominous premonition loomed over me.

To avoid alerting her, I drove to the 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. If I had done these things earlier, 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 trust her character and the strong foundation of our relationship; I never imagined 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 anxiety gradually subsided.

But then, a text message made me unable to sit still any longer. That day, perhaps she had been careless, forgetting 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 was always making 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. 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 a friend had invited me out for a chat, so I came back late.

Chapter 3
To obtain evidence, I secretly spent over three thousand yuan on a digital camera behind Yulian's back; it could take photos and record DV footage. Then, it was just a matter of waiting for the 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 Volkswagen Santana from the company across the street from Yulian's workplace. I had done this five or six times before, but nothing had ever happened. Around three o'clock, Director Liu's blue Buick drove up from the front and stopped in front of the building. A moment later, Yulian's wife, looking radiant, walked out of the gate and got into the car. I secretly followed behind.

They stopped in front of a hotel, and Yulian and Director Liu walked into the hotel one after the other, like strangers. At this moment, my heart pounded; I knew the real show was about to begin.

I parked the car and entered the hotel lobby, but I didn't see them. I slowly strolled to the hotel reception, took out my phone, and pretended to say, "Hello, Director Liu, I'm at the Rainbow Hotel. What room are you in?" "Ah, the elevator's in."

I asked 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's in 1114." I thanked her and got into the elevator.

My heart was pounding like a rabbit's. Nervous? Angry? Excited? Thrilled? What else? I couldn't quite put my finger on it!

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 inside. After about fifteen minutes, to avoid arousing suspicion, I slowly walked down the corridor, pretending to be on the phone with someone. Just then, a waitress emerged 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 waitress, 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, "You're welcome, sir."

Chapter Four

I watched the waitress walk away, my hand gently resting on the doorknob. I could feel my heart pounding, my breathing almost stopping—this is how I always feel when I'm extremely agitated; my muscles twitch. I slowly turned the doorknob. 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 panting and groans.

Although my outward appearance remained unchanged, I knew I had completely exploded, every vein bursting, blood and gore flying into every corner of the room. At that moment, I desperately wanted to rush forward 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 result in a fate worse than death.

I quietly approached the bedroom and stood on the sofa in the living room, where I could see the bed. Two naked bodies were engaged in oral sex in a "69" position, their eyes closed, moaning softly, 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 that she used to only do it to please me. Now that we're an old married couple, there's no need for that. Although I was unhappy then, I let it go. So that's why.

Time was limited, and I couldn't think about anything else. I took out the digital camera I had prepared beforehand, turned on the video function, adjusted the angle, placed the camera on the sofa, and slowly retreated to sit on the carpet, listening.

I can no longer describe that scene, that 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 was once mine. I also heard her say, "Don't wear it, it's okay, I just had my period, it's safe these days."

Director Liu, while moving, asked her, "Is it good?" That woman, once a goddess in my heart, was brazenly shouting, "Yes..."

At the moment they reached their climax, I took the camera and quietly left the room. [This post was edited by Feng Huaxue on 2016-07-23 23:08]

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