I’m married to a man who, by all accounts, has someone else in his heart. Since our wedding, he’s never touched me. Starved for affection and intimacy, I went online to vent and maybe find some advice. Instead, I stumbled upon a forum post. [I’m too big, and I have a high drive. What if I scare my wife?] [It’s been so long, I’m afraid I can’t control myself.] [Not bragging, this is a genuine problem. Seeking sincere advice.] Feeling inexplicably bitter, I left a snarky comment. [You aren’t afraid of scaring her; she probably just doesn't want you at all.] [Why is an abandoned husband seeking attention here?] To my surprise, he DMed me, clearly defensive. "What do you know?" "Even though she won't look me in the eye." "The main reason is I don't want to scare her." "That's why we haven't consummated the marriage!" Suddenly, I felt a kinship with this stranger. We were both lonely souls in sexless marriages. I decided to help him out. "Why don't you try testing the waters with something provocative?" "Like... men's lingerie? Something sheer?" Not long after. My husband, Ethan Vance, knocked on my bedroom door. He was wearing a sheer black silk shirt. Chapter 1 It was my ovulation week. And I wanted a man. I was married, but my husband had a "white moonlight"—a first love he couldn't forget. He never touched me. Tonight, Ethan actually came home for dinner, which was rare. His chiseled features, tall and powerful build, and that calm, alpha aura... Everything about him hooked me, making my heart itch. He noticed me stealing glances at him. His gaze swept over me coldly, a silent warning. I panicked and looked away. But a man practicing abstinence just looked even sexier. I swallowed secretly. Later that night. I was suffocating. I was practically starving for intimacy. I wanted to ask for help online. Instead, I found that post. [I’m too big, and I have a high drive. What if I scare my wife?] [It’s been so long, I’m afraid I can’t control myself.] [Not bragging, this is a genuine problem. Seeking sincere advice.] Jealousy and frustration ignited instantly. I left a mean comment. [You aren’t afraid of scaring her; she probably just doesn't want you at all.] [Why is an abandoned husband seeking attention here?] A moment later, I got a DM. The poster seemed triggered. He sent several messages in a row. "What do you know?!" "Even though ours is a loveless arranged marriage." "Even though she won't look me in the eye." "Even though she might have someone she likes." "The main reason is I don't want to scare her." "That's why we haven't consummated the marriage!" This guy must be going crazy from holding it in too. My mouth twitched. "If that's the case, and there's no love, why not divorce?" He replied instantly. "She has no feelings for me, but I have feelings for her." "I like her very much." "I worked hard to marry her." Was this some kind of forced marriage romance novel trope? Soon, he sent a long paragraph. It was an emotional confession of his love for his wife. And a subtle complaint about the pain of seeing but not touching. Instantly. I thought of Ethan. At that moment, I felt a sense of camaraderie. I was soaking in the rain, so I wanted to hold an umbrella for someone else. I gave him advice. "How do you look?" "If you really are 'big' like you say, and handsome, try seducing her. Women like that." He retorted immediately. "She is the purest woman I've ever met." "That would only scare her." I found it funny. "So what? You never take your pants off?" Him: "..." I thought for a moment: "Why not test the waters?" "Like men's lingerie? Or something sheer?" "If your wife takes a peek, your problem isn't a problem." He didn't reply. I switched to another site. But not long after, there was a knock at my door. Ethan stood outside. Wearing a sheer black shirt. Chapter 2 The buttons on his chest weren't even done properly. A large expanse of skin was visible. I looked away in shock. But I couldn't help stealing a glance from the corner of my eye. The view was... intense. "Grace." His cold voice sounded. I looked up at him. "What is it?" Ethan's brow was furrowed. "Why have the clothes in my room changed to this style?" I felt a bit guilty. Of course, I did it on purpose. Thinking maybe he'd wear one? But I couldn't admit it. I used my prepared excuse. "I'm not sure." "Joe came by a while ago, maybe he put them there." Joe, Ethan's biological brother. A top international fashion designer. He hated how stiff and serious his brother dressed. He loved messing with Ethan's wardrobe. As I spoke, my eyes drifted down again. I felt like I was going to get a nosebleed. I quickly looked away. Ethan paused. "Don't let him into the house freely in the future." I nodded. Ethan turned to leave. I grabbed his arm. I knew he was looking at me. But I didn't dare look at him. Summoning all my courage, I whispered. "Do you want to come in?" My palms were sweating with nervousness. Suddenly, a ringtone broke the silence. Ethan glanced at his phone, his voice remaining cold. "What?" I let go instantly. "Nothing, the light is flickering, wanted you to check it." Ethan didn't speak. He turned his back to me to answer the call. I heard the person on the other end say, "I'm back, I want to see you." Ethan hung up, his look at me obscure and unreadable. "I'm going out." "I'll send someone to check the light." So embarrassing. I lowered my head and murmured "Mhm." Slam. I shut the door. I hid under the covers for a long time before picking up my phone. A news notification popped up. [Actress Bella White returns, Thorne CEO low-key airport pickup.] Bella White. Ethan's "white moonlight." So he went to pick her up. I was both cowardly and angry! Fine if he doesn't touch me. But does he have to humiliate me too?! The poster from earlier sent a DM. "It worked!" "My wife looked at me several times!" "She even asked me for help." "What should I do next?" Chapter 3 Human joys and sorrows are truly not connected. Why were we both pitiful a second ago? Now he's about to ascend to heaven. And I'm about to be cheated on and kicked out. I instantly took my anger out on him. "Why do you have that kind of clothes at home?!" "You look like a player at first glance, your wife won't accept you, give up!" "Scum!" But surprisingly, he didn't get angry. He typed for a while. Sent a message. "What's wrong? What happened?" Inexplicably, I treated him as an emotional trash can. Directly said: "Who would be in a good mood watching their husband about to cheat?" He messaged again. "Could there be a misunderstanding?" "Does he need you to tell him how to cheat?" Me: "He abandoned me for his first love." "He won't touch me because of her." "He's about to kick me out for her." Poster: "Then divorce him." Heh, easier said than done. My marriage with Ethan was a business alliance. My family was about to go bankrupt and relied on his. I replied perfunctorily: "I haven't touched him yet, I'm not resigned." This time he replied instantly. "You want to touch him? That's easy." "Drug him, force him." "Use him then divorce him." Chapter 4 "I don't do illegal things like forcing others." I post for help online, but I have my principles. Poster: "You are husband and wife, he has an obligation to you." "Besides, rape is against a woman's will, he's not a woman." "He's just a scumbag about to cheat." He amused me. My mood improved a bit. "Forget me, let's talk about your wife." "How did she look at you more?" Mentioning his wife. This poster switched modes fast. "My wife is really so pure and shy." "She just glanced lightly." "Those lashes were thick and dense, and they trembled." "How can there be such a beautiful person." Me: "Is it because you were standing there like a statue, she had to look?" He paused. Poster: "You don't understand." "Usually she wouldn't look at me like that." "Today at dinner, I looked at her, she turned her head immediately." "She usually wouldn't look at me at all." Suddenly felt he really loved his wife. But also very pitiful. Me: "Then you finally got her attention, keep it up." Poster: "What next?" "Can you teach me?" "I think your methods are more useful than other netizens." Well, obviously. Aside from cursing him, the other advice was unreliable. Most asked for pics or truth. Some offered to "help test" his contact info for his wife. Some told him to castrate himself. It wasn't a serious site after all. Just as I was about to refuse. Poster: "I can pay." "10 million if successful, okay?" I froze. How much? Did he say how much? If I could really make 10 million, I'd have the confidence to divorce Ethan!
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