Chapter 5
His voice was loud enough for the nearby tables to hear, and in an instant, I felt the weight of their stares on us.
I was taken aback, my voice shaky, “Honey, I… I just invited Floyd for a meal to thank him for his help.”
Floyd Wade chimed in, “Yeah, Jed, there’s really nothing going on between us.”
“Really? Then why have I noticed you two having private conversations so many times? Floyd, are you trying to steal my wife?”
I couldn’t comprehend why my husband was causing this scene. Was he setting me up just to catch me in a mistake?
1/5
Chapter 5
+ 5 Points
A flood of frustration and grief overcame me, and I felt the stares around us burning through me. Finally, I couldn’t hold back and began to cry.
Floyd Wade was also anxious, “Jed, it’s really not what you think! Even if you don’t trust me, how can you not trust your wife after all these years together?”
Was my husband starting to doubt me?
But what did I do wrong? I was only doing what he forced me to do.
Maybe it was Floyd Wade’s earnest tone, or perhaps because I was crying so heartbreakingly, but my husband finally softened.
He sat next to me, holding me and
2/5
Chapter 5
+ 5 Points
apologizing over and over again.
After much effort to calm my tears, he suddenly whispered in my ear with suppressed laughter, “You did great, honey!”
I froze, as if doused with cold water, every
emotion turned to ice.
I looked at my husband in disbelief, but he offered no response, returning to his usual demeanor as he chatted and joked with Floyd Wade.
I quietly sipped the water in front of me, keeping my head down and saying nothing.
Inside, I felt lost and confused, realizing my husband had become a stranger to me.
In the beginning, he talked about wanting NTR, always explaining it as wanting to
3/5
Chapter 5
+ 5 Points
see the narrative where, despite physical betrayal, there was still love for him. But thinking about it, if he can make me do these things, does he really still love me?
If he truly loved me, how could he act unpredictably and put me in such a humiliating position without consulting me, disregarding my feelings and dignity?
In that moment, I seemed to sober up, reflecting on when my husband started showing signs of a change of heart.
After thinking back for a long time, I recalled three months ago. That day, my husband came home from work looking upset. I wanted to comfort him, but he pushed me away and demanded I stop bothering him.
He accused me of doing nothing but staying at home, refusing to help with the financial
4
