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Chapter 1
Five years ago, I received a call from my friend David. He told me that he saw my wife heading into a hotel with a man, and that he was keeping an eye downstairs.

I asked him for the specific address and rushed to the scene in rage.

An attendant—a young woman around her twenties—was cowering even as she tried to stop me, and refused to tell me my wife’s room number. Holding back my fury, I whipped out five hundred from my wallet and held it out to her, saying, “Don’t worry. No one is going to bother you. Just give me their key card.”

“Sorry, sir… Our hotel is obliged to protect our guests’ privacy,” she replied, her hands trembling over my shoulder even as she refused to take my money.

On the other hand, David’s patience had run out and he bellowed, “Give it here right now or I’ll call the cops saying that your hotel is involved in dirty dealing! Don’t test me… I’ll have you know my brother is one of them!”

And with that, the young woman gave me the key card after the brief standoff.

Even so, it felt like I was treading over my own heart on every single step I took upstairs.

My wife and I had been acquainted over a blind date. She was a beautiful woman—fair skin, fine figure—and carried herself with dignity in both action and words. We rarely argued in the years of our marriage, and she would stay at the hospital and take care of my parents whenever they were hospitalized.

In fact, if it wasn’t for the photo David had taken, I would have rather died than believed she had done something like this.

Nonetheless, when we reached their hotel room and David was just about to open the door, I suddenly grabbed him by the hand.

Startled, David exclaimed, “What?”

“You don’t have to do this. Let’s go.”

“And you call yourself a man?! Your wife is cheating on you in there, and you’re being spineless…”

Even as David, who had been my friend for more than ten years, continued to scold me in disappointment, I said nothing as I dragged him downstairs with me. After all, I had no idea how I should face all this, and I had a feeling that I might fall unconscious if I were to see my wife unclothed in bed with another man.

Moreover, David was known to get violent. If something were to go awry, I, as his longtime friend, would be the one who had dragged him into this.

Like a snail, I was shrinking back into my shell whenever something unexpected occurred, as if nothing would happen if I kept my whole body inside my shell.

Many had rebuked my self-deceit harshly since I was a child, but I just can’t change it.

I even naively believed that everyone makes mistakes—that everything could return to how it was in the past if I gave her a chance to make amends.

That night, my wife returned home at almost around ten. She looked very tired, and took a bath without having dinner.

Then, as she lay in bed, I tried to make conversation as I usually did. “Aren’t you a little late today?”

She yawned. “Something came up, so I had to work overtime.”

“Is there something on your neck?” I noticed then that there was something very red over her neck—probably a love bite.

She became nervous right then, hastily coming up with an excuse. “Oh, I think that might be my coat. My skin does get sensitive whenever winter arrives.”

An indescribable fury unfurled within me right then, and I was clenching my knuckles so hard they bled. Even so, I decided to give her another chance.

“Scarlet, we’ve been married for three years, and I’ve always believed in you. That’s why I hope you could come clean with me if there’s something you’re hiding. I will forgive you, no matter what it is.”

That was the biggest compromise I was capable of.

“What’s wrong with you? What’s there for me to come clean about? You’re nuts…”

Scarlet Jones impatiently turned over to her side, ignoring me as she fiddled with her phone.

‘You’re the one who made me do this.’

I chuckled coolly behind her, and left the room with my ashtray to plan my elaborate revenge.

Chapter 2
After some time, I’ve made plenty of set ups including several camera lenses placed at concealed corners of the room, and used her ID to make a list of her call records. Afterwards, I bought a massage chair worth a few grand for my in-laws—my father-in-law especially had a bad back after he worked as a teacher for his whole career.

He had complained to me a few times before, although I had yet to spare time to buy one before.

“Try it. Just lie down, and I’ll adjust the angle…” I muttered as I diligently fiddled with the controls.

“Why would you buy such an expensive one? It’s not like you and Scarlet earn that much…” My father-in-law complained with a frown, but there was no hiding the smile in his eyes, and it was very obvious that he was very pleased with the gift.

“We earn money to spend it anyway. And what’s some spare change in return for your good health?”

As I spoke, I raised the seat and my father-in-law’s expression eased.

At the same time, I remembered the distant past—Scarlet had always been neutral to me when I first met her on our blind date. However, I always maintained a distance while we walked, and would lean towards the other side of her chair at the cinema. Then, on another occasion when I was driving her home, I inadvertently brushed my fingers against hers when we alighted. Even so, she appeared jolted from that brief, light touch, and she shrunk back with wariness in her eyes. All of those signs left me with the impression that it was a dud.

That was why it was surprising when she suddenly suggested we get married a month later.

For once, she showed warmth towards me, and as she linked arms with me, she said, “We’re no longer young—I’m twenty-seven and you’re twenty-nine. Moreover, I think you’re an honest person, and we could get our marriage registered when we have the time.”

Surprised, I asked, “Have you really thought this through? Marriage is not a game, you know.”

“Why are you afraid if I’m not? However, you must promise to be nice to me… oh, by the way, my parents have two little requests: the first is to get a house in the city, and it doesn’t have to be that huge. The second is to help settle our family debt temporarily—my family owes our relatives a few hundred thousand for my mother’s surgery last year.”

As she leveled a loving look at me, I was a little captivated because that was the first time I had ever seen it.

Moreover, those requests were not out of line, and I quickly agreed to it.

The wedding was grand, with all the guests invited filling one hall, while some of the more distant relatives had to wait for a second seating after they had arrived at the venue.

Scarlet was really beautiful that day—her wedding gown accentuated her figure perfectly, baring her fair, smooth back, long legs, and beautiful shoulders. Her makeup was properly done and she was enthusiastic in greeting my upperclassmen. I felt buoyed since everyone was telling me that I had found myself a good wife, so I had a little to drink. I had just left to the washroom to wash my face, but my classmates were soon rushing in to pull me out, intent on stopping me from fleeing.

Even as I was virtually dragged outside, I found Scarlet speaking to someone, and called her name loudly. I could see her cheeks paling even as she turned towards me, and her lips were twitching.

“What’s wrong? Did your friend just arrive?” I asked with a drunken tone.

“N-No… he’s just a former classmate,” Scarlet stammered.

“Well, why are you just standing there? Ask him to join us inside the guest hall.”

“Oh—he’s only stopping by since he has something else to do,” she replied even as she hastily came to snuggle up to me.

I couldn’t help looking up over where she had been standing, and saw a man leaving in a flash.

It was a little weird, but I didn’t dwell on it at the time.

Then, on our first night, I impatiently undressed, pushed her down on bed, and began showering kisses all over her cheeks, but Scarlet put a hand over my body and whispered, “Stop, not tonight. I’m on my period.”

“Talk about bad timing…” I growled unhappily.

“What are you talking about? I’m already yours—what’s the rush?” Scarlet asked.

Now that I thought about it, she might have been lying to me from the start, and the image I had of her in my mind could have well been merely an act.

Like a snake lurking in the bushes that one presumes to be a colored rope, it scares the living daylights out of you when you accidentally step on it.

There was more evidence, too—when I took out the trash from the washroom, I found no sanitary pads, nor any traces of bleeding on her underware.

A week later, we visited her parents, where I learned that her mother had only had a minor surgery and they didn’t have to take a loan from their relatives.

And after a month, she suffered from a major illness after she left on a business trip, and needed a month to recover. She told me at the time that she had stones, but if my hunch was right, she must have been through surgery to get rid of a baby.

I couldn’t help gritting my teeth.

“Come on, Kevin—have a few more glasses with your father-in-law, by the way, why isn’t Scarlet coming home tonight?” my mother-in-law asked me even as she put the last plate of food on the dining table and wiped her hands.

“Oh… She said that something came up at work, but she’ll be visiting next week,” I answered with a grin.

That was when my phone vibrated.

Chapter 3
Scarlet was bathing when I reached home at night.

Although she had tried to clean up, I could pick up the scent of pheromones released in the air after mating. Still, I held back my disgust and quietly removed the storage card from the camera I had set up, and quietly slipped it into my pocket.

“You’re late. What’s wrong?” Scarlet asked as she stood at the door and dried her hair with a towel. The droplets of water over her shoulders were especially enticing.

“That massage chair was an imported model, so it took some time to teach your father how to use it,” I answered with a smile.

“Did they like it?”

“Your dad did say that it was quite comfortable.”

“Want to take a bath and come to bed?” she asked then, batting her eyelids with mischief—a signal for some hanky-panky.

She had just brought a man home in the afternoon, and now she wanted to sleep with me too?

My stomach churned and I almost puked.

“Not tonight, darling. I still have a slide deck to finish for tomorrow’s meeting,” I said in refusal, putting up an apologetic look.

“Hmph.” She snorted as she turned into the washroom to get her laundry, and her tone was poutish as she played up her charm.

But even if she knew that I could never resist that, she was going to be disappointed today—when a piece of turd drops onto my plate, I would rather starve to death than to eat from the plate ever again.

Nonetheless, I sweet-talked her before I locked myself in the room, and thereafter, I copied the files in the memory card into my computer. I watched the video coldly.

In the years of our marriage, Scarlet had always been businesslike when we did the deed. She had never seemed sentimental whenever it was over, and would immediately push me away to take a bath.

I had always thought that she was a woman of virtue who has low tolerance.

Now, it was obvious that I was being exceeding silly.

I watched as she did everything I thought she was incapable of in that video, and then there was that seductive look when they were done. A coldness crept within my heart, and suddenly the air in the room seemed to smell suffocating.

In the sealed room, I carved a tombstone for my own marriage.

Chapter 4
A week later, I found the perfect chance—when Scarlet brought that man home again, I called the cops to tell them that a burglar had broken in and asked them to send help as soon as possible. After hanging up, I rushed home at top speed, and found my neighbors standing outside my doorstep after hearing the commotion.

The cops then stood behind me, asking me to stay calm and back away after opening the door.

My heart began to pound as I wiped the sweat on my brow, and briskly opened the door. Three officers charged inside right then, barking orders like “Don’t move!” or “Stand by the wall!”

Minutes later, my neighbors and I watched as they led a skimpily dressed Scarlet and a man with a unclothed upper body out of the house.

Silence ensued, and everyone stared at me with different expressions, ranging from mocking, sympathy, to expecting me to cause trouble… and it was natural that I couldn't let them down after planning all this.

Taking a deep breath, I charged at that man with a raised fist, but a tall officer promptly caught me and talked me out of it. “Calm down, sir—physical assault is against the law. You have all the time you need to talk it through at the precinct.”

I struggled out of his grasp, and started shrieking at a pale, downcast Scarlet. “Why did you do this to me? What have I done wrong? I spent every dime I had on you, bought everything you wanted! You told me your parents wanted a massage chair, so I worked as a driver for two months and almost got into an accident! How have I wronged you that you have to do this behind my back?! Why would you do this…”

Even the best director would probably be left speechless by my performance at this very moment.

My eyes were red and I had cried myself hoarse as I acted the part of an aggrieved husband, who somehow couldn’t raise a hand against my own wife. Now, in everyone’s mind, I was nothing less than a tragic victim.

And when it comes to a contest between the chick and the eagle, everyone sides with the chick… As long as they don’t have to get involved in the mess.

“What is wrong with that woman? Does she even have a conscience?”

“Sigh. I’ve always said that the pretty ones are unreliable. To be honest, that man must be blind—he would have spared himself such trouble if he had looked for a proper wife.”

“What crappy logic is that? It’s clearly that woman’s fault, and you still blame it on the man? From where I’m standing, those two cheaters should be in prison.”

“Yeah, doing that in broad daylight at her own home.”

As the mob argued on, even the police officers looked at Scarlet in slight disdain now.

She kept her head down, her body shaking without end, and there was no telling if it was from fear or embarrassment.

I then glanced at the man crouching beside the wall, who looked around thirty, having average looks and on the pudgy side. The fat around his belly could well be a swimming tube, and it disgusted me that Scarlet had cheated on me for a man like that.

After a simple report at the precinct, the police asked me if I would settle the matter civilly or privately. In turn, I made a request to meet the man’s family—parents, wife, or even children—anyone would do.

We had waited for just half an hour when the man’s wife stormed in, furiously slapping him across the face the instant she entered. It was obvious that she was quite the demon, and though she was quite burly and had a gruff voice, the jewelry she wore indicated that she was quite rich.

I spoke to her for over ten minutes, scolding the adulterers together and exchanged numbers— those two would get what was coming to them if we found that they were still up to no good.

And with that, the first act was over.

As we returned to our apartment, I walked silently while Scarlet followed gingerly. Everyone around us was pointing and gesturing along the way, and being in the digital age, I was sure that everyone now knew about the bombshell that had taken place at my own home. Several men even greeted, suggesting that I be open-minded since I shouldn’t do anything silly over a woman like her.

I scowled even as I thanked them and hurried upstairs.

The instant I closed the door, Scarlet was on her knees, crying and insisting that this was the first time it had ever happened, that she must have lost her mind, begging that I forgive her and that it wouldn’t happen ever again.

Even as her tears rolled endlessly off her cheeks, I was laughing in my head—once? I had been cucked so many times that I’d be a fool to believe her!

I said nothing.

Then, I eventually asked, “How did you two know each other?”

“We were high schoolmates, but we haven’t been in contact for a long time.”

“Did he know that you have a husband? Did you know that he has a wife?”

“W-We were drunk, I’m… sorry.”

The more she spoke, the tinier her voice became—perhaps because she felt a lack of confidence.

I rose to my feet and left to wash my face, and she was still on her knees when she came out. Her eyes seemed swollen like walnuts even as she leveled a tearful look at me.

It goes without saying that I had always taken the bait when she played up her sympathy. In fact, I would have been so soft-hearted that I would forgive her if I didn’t know everything.

“Let’s both think this through.”

I headed to my study, slamming the door shut loudly behind me.
Swiping my screen to unlock it, I saw Scarlet and a man entering my house. She carefully checked the corridors before shutting the door and embracing that man.

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