Her Fake Affair Was Real Enough To Convince MeChapter 1
I was suddenly added to an “adult content group.”
The moment I tapped in, a flood of GIFs and selfies hit me like a wave.
All of them showed real faces, girlfriends, wives, and even some labeled “real sisters.”
Some were snapped in restrooms, others in offices or out in the open. The content was shockingly explicit, while the comments below ran wild.
“That body’s unreal!”
“Drop the source!”
“Begging for the full video!”
I was just about to leave when a new post appeared under the label. [Fresh scoop! Just got this top-tier married woman from a proper family!]
The woman wore a black blindfold, lips faintly curved into a smile. Her pale, full chest was barely covered, dazzlingly white under the camera’s flash.
But what caught my attention most was the silver, heart-shaped necklace resting perfectly between her collarbones.
I felt like I’d been struck by lightning.
That necklace. I had just given it to Averie yesterday for our third anniversary.
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I stared at the photo, my throat parched, and my voice stuck in my chest.
My stomach twisted.
A chill rushed through me.
My hands trembled as I zoomed in slowly, trying to see every detail.
The collarbone, the skin tone, the shape of her lips, and that tiny mole I knew far too well.
It was her. It was Averie Collins, my wife.
A cold sweat soaked my back, and a sharp ringing pierced through my ears.
Beneath the photo, vulgar comments poured in like sewage.
“Bro’s got taste. Something about these decent ones hits differently.”
“Those eyes? Pure seduction. She’s built to ruin men.”
“Where’s the video? Stop teasing and drop it!”
The screen blurred as if I’d been thrown into a bottomless pit. Every filthy word scorched my skin like acid.
“This… can’t be happening…”
I muttered, and my phone slipped from my hand, clattering to the floor.
The buzzing in my ears grew louder, like a hive of bees crawling through my skull.
Averie. My wife. The woman who blushed from a kiss, who couldn’t meet my eyes after a hug. She’d always been shy, even with me.
How could she possibly have such a humiliating side?
My fingers went numb. My limbs locked up. My scalp prickled as if someone had ripped it open.
And the group was still going strong.
“That body? I could beat it to this for a year straight.”
“Where’s the source?”
“Does anyone know if she’s local? Can we hook up?”
I stared at the photo.