My Wife's Affair with Her Young, Handsome AssistantChapter 1

I had been married to Alice Zane for two years and not once had we slept in separate rooms. Tonight, she wore a delicate lace nightgown and for a brief moment, I thought this night would finally be bittersweet. That maybe, after all this time, things between us would change.

Instead, she opened the front door and let her young, handsome assistant, Mike Collar, walk in. With a gentle smile, she turned to me and said, "Mike and I have work to do tonight."

I caught the subtle smirk Mike threw my way, laced with mockery. They retreated into the master bedroom and soon, muffled laughter and flirtatious whispers filled the air, seeping through the walls like a cruel reminder.

I knocked on the door and handed her a pillow. "Why don’t you two just sleep together?"

Alice’s face twisted in irritation. "What are you thinking? We’re working on a project! If we wanted to do something, we would’ve gone to a hotel long ago."

But the messy strands of hair falling over her face, the faint mark on her neck—it all betrayed her.

Strangely, I felt nothing. Just an eerie calm. I met her gaze, her beautiful eyes now unreadable. "Let's get a divorce."

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Her expression shifted, first startled, then amused. She sneered and threw the pillow at my face. "Do you have any new tricks? Threatening me with divorce again? If you have nothing better to do, go to sleep. Don’t interfere with my work."

Mike, still sitting on the bed, looked at me like I was some pitiful joke. I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture of them, capturing their smug faces in one frame. Before Alice could react, I turned and shut the door behind me.

I sent the photo to my in-laws with a single message.

[I'm sorry, but Alice and I really can’t continue like this.]

Within minutes, her phone rang in the other room. I could hear her explaining, her voice calm and measured, "Adam is just being dramatic. It’s late—would you rather I work at a café with my subordinate?"

Two minutes later, she stormed out, eyes blazing. "Adam, are you insane? You actually tattled to my parents over something so trivial? I'm working, unlike you, who has nothing better to do. Can’t you be a little more understanding?"

I stared at her, saying nothing. She scoffed and spun on her heel, returning to Mike, their laughter picking up right where it had left off.