No More Love, No More Hurt1
In the fourth year of our marriage, Henry Johnson cheated on me, Wendy, his wife.
He held Melissa Sullivan in his arms and told his friends, "Even if Wendy were standing naked in front of me right now, I would feel nothing."
My grandma wanted to see him for the last time, but he didn't come. He even gave the only thing my grandma left to Melissa.
He sneered with contempt. "Wendy, you're old now. Who else would want you except me?"
Later, I left with determination.
But his eyes turned red, and he knelt in front of my door.
"Wendy, are you really giving up on me?"
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When I received the video, I was making chicken soup for Henry.
He had gone out for a networking event today, so he must have felt uncomfortable in his stomach when he returned.
It was almost dawn, and Henry had not yet arrived home when a strange number sent me a video.
I had a bad feeling and clicked on it.
The video was a bit shaky, indicating it wasn't recorded under normal circumstances.
Despite this, I could clearly see Henry's face. He looked at the camera with a doting expression. The video then panned down to show Henry's hands stroking a pair of sexy legs, occasionally pinching them. The owner of the legs said coquettishly, "Henry, you are so bad."
I heard Henry chuckle, "You like it too, don't you?"
In the background, someone was whistling and teasing that even Mr. Johnson couldn't resist the temptation of beautiful women.
Suddenly, a familiar voice broke in. It was Henry's best friend, Howard Stewart. "Henry, don't make too much trouble. What if Wendy finds out?"
Henry's eyes turned mocking. "Even if Wendy were standing naked in front of me right now, I would feel nothing."
I was a little breathless, and the laughter in the video felt like slaps to my face.
The girl in Henry's arms said with a sweet smile, "Henry, you hurt me last night."
"Where?"
"Here, feel it..."
My ears rang briefly, and I couldn't catch the rest of the words in the video.
No wonder he claimed he was too tired when I invited him earlier.
It turned out, even if I were standing naked in front of him now, he wouldn't be turned on.
How ironic, he had no feelings for me, yet he left that woman unable to get out of bed.