I found a bottle of women's personal lubricant in my husband's gym bag. I didn't yell. I didn't cause a scene. I simply swapped the contents for Super Glue. At 2:00 AM, our new night nanny was rushed to the ER. 01 Mark was in the master bathroom taking a shower. His phone, sitting inside his gym bag, kept buzzing, waking me up just as I had managed to fall asleep. I pulled it out to check. It was just a spam call. I hung up and put the phone back in its place. But my fingers accidentally brushed against something else in the bag. It felt cold. Smooth. Like a small bottle. I hesitated for a second. Curiosity got the better of me. It was a pink bottle. The packaging featured a provocative anime-style woman. The text was entirely in Japanese. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't seem like something innocent. My heart tightened. I quickly used a reverse image search app on my phone to scan the bottle. The results that popped up made my blood run cold. It was a women's personal lubricant. An "intense stimulation" formula. And the seal was broken; it had clearly been used. The room spun. It felt like I had been hit over the head with a baseball bat. I was still recovering from giving birth. Obviously, this wasn't something he was using with me. Mark—was he having an affair? 02 The thought felt like a sharp knife plunging into my heart. The shower kept running, but my mind was in absolute chaos. With trembling hands, I unlocked his phone. [Sweetheart] was pinned to the top of his messages. That was me. The rest of his texts were just mundane conversations about work and daily life. So ordinary, you couldn't find a single flaw. TikTok, Instagram, hotel booking apps, even his mobile games... I quickly went through all of them. But I couldn't find a single suspicious trace. Could it be... Was this bottle just a prank from one of his friends? I was desperately trying to find a reasonable excuse for the lubricant. But the next second... My finger accidentally swiped into a folder labeled "Work." Inside, there was a baby tracking app. This wasn't right! Mark had a touch of OCD. He organized his apps meticulously. Why would a baby tracking app be in his "Work" folder? My heart skipped a beat. My finger, almost out of my control, tapped the app. The chat logs inside made my blood turn to ice. 03 March 8th. The day I was rushed to the ER with a threatened miscarriage. He stayed by my bedside the entire night. [I've held out for 3 months, I finally thought I could get some action, and she turns out to be useless.] [Go get a room near the hospital tonight. I'm dying over here.] [Skip the lingerie this time, wear the nurse outfit. That gets me going!] May 20th. The day we took my maternity photos. He proposed to me all over again in front of everyone, promising to celebrate 52 anniversaries with me. [When she cries, her fat just jiggles. It's disgusting.] [I'm "going on a business trip" tomorrow. Come keep me company for a few days.] [I miss you so much. I want to destroy you!] September 10th. The day I was lying in the delivery room, hooked up to an IV. He cried harder than I did, swearing he would never let me suffer like this again. [I heard women are ruined down there after having a baby, how are you still so tight?] [I miss you again. Send me a video so I can look at you.] [Can you come to the hospital bathroom right now? I can't take it.] October 6th. The day of our wedding anniversary. We took our first family portrait. He smiled and said we were the happiest family of three. [You screamed so loud right in front of her today.] [She has no idea. Just holding the baby and smiling at me like an idiot.] ... And the most recent message read: [Let's play a little rough tonight!] 04 A wave of intense nausea rose in my stomach. I covered my mouth tightly. Terrified I would vomit right there. These filthy, disgusting words... they actually came from Mark's mouth? The "reliable" Mark? I couldn't understand. I really couldn't. He had always been so good to me. He came home on time every day, put his paycheck into our joint account. During my pregnancy, he took over all the household chores. He tirelessly massaged my swollen legs every night and carefully rubbed stretch mark cream on my belly. He even washed my underwear by hand, laughing while doing it. He treated me like glass, terrified I would break. Every time I went in for a prenatal checkup, he was so anxious the night before he couldn't sleep. When I was in labor, he waited outside the delivery room, sobbing louder than I was. Other new mothers couldn't get a full night's sleep, but I woke up naturally every morning. Because Mark had arranged everything perfectly beforehand. A top-tier night nanny, a specialized postpartum diet plan, parenting classes. He even got up every night to soothe the baby. Just so I could sleep a little longer. Even my best friend said that men like him were one in a million. Yeah. How could a man like that cheat? But reality had just slapped me hard in the face. Mark was cheating. And it started while I was pregnant. I raised my hand and wiped away my tears, taking a deep breath. No! Now is not the time to cry. Crying doesn't solve any problems. I used my phone to take pictures of every single chat log. Then, I emptied the bottle of lubricant and replaced the liquid with Super Glue. I didn't know who Mark was cheating with. But tonight. The truth would come to light. 05 Just as I put everything back in its place, The bathroom door opened. Mark walked out, drying his wet hair with a towel. Seeing me sitting on the bed, he paused. "Honey, it's so late. Why aren't you asleep?" His voice was as gentle as always. I looked up, our eyes meeting. In that instant, The tears I couldn't control spilled over. It was as if my emotions had finally found an outlet. Seeing me cry, Mark immediately panicked. He hurried over, his eyes full of concern. "Honey, why are you crying? Did you have a nightmare? You shouldn't cry while you're recovering; it's bad for your health." His touch was so gentle. If I hadn't seen those chat logs with my own eyes, I would have believed his concern was genuine. It turns out, love can really be acted out to perfection. I stared at him with red-rimmed eyes, my voice trembling slightly. "Mark... I just dreamed that you were cheating on me." Mark froze for a second, then let out a soft chuckle, pulling me into his arms. "Silly girl, dreams are the opposite of reality. You'd be better off dreaming that I died." I clenched my fists, my nails almost digging into my flesh, but I pretended to joke. "Mark, I'm fat and ugly now. Do you still love me?" Mark let go of me, cradled my face in his hands, and looked at me with deep affection. Then, he lowered his head and planted a reverent kiss on my forehead. "My wife will always be the most beautiful woman in the world. Besides, I chased you for ten years. How could I ever stop loving you?" Right. Mark chased me for ten years. He would probably give me one of his kidneys if I needed it. I honestly used to believe that pigs would fly before Mark would cheat on me. However, the truth was cruel. Those chat logs were like needles. Stabbing deeply into my heart. Leaving me bleeding and raw. I looked into his eyes and spoke, word by word. "Mark, if you really are cheating on me, would you just go die?" A flicker of unease crossed his face. But he quickly regained his composure. "I would rather die than cheat on you." I finally smiled. Mark. You said it yourself. Someone who betrays true love deserves to die. Mark smiled too. He reached out and ruffled my hair, his tone light. "That's better. My wife looks prettiest when she smiles." 06 Mark brought me a mug of warm milk. "Here, honey. Drink some milk, it'll help you sleep." As I took the mug and took a small sip, I lowered the cup and frowned. "Mark, the baby sounds like he's crying. Can you go check on him?" Mark didn't suspect a thing and walked out of the room. I quickly dumped the milk down the sink. Watching the white liquid swirl down the drain, I sneered inwardly. So, this is why I was able to sleep through the night. When Mark returned, his eyes swept over the empty mug. A strange glint of excitement flashed in his eyes. He walked over, patted me gently on the shoulder, and spoke softly. "Honey, the baby is sleeping soundly. Don't worry." I nodded, pretending to be drowsy, and faked a yawn. "That's good. I'm tired too. Let's sleep." He smiled, reached over, and turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. I closed my eyes, my breathing steady, as if I had fallen into a deep sleep. In the middle of the night... Mark gently patted my cheek, calling my name softly to test the waters: "Honey? Honey?" I kept my eyes shut, pretending to be fast asleep. And let out a soft snore. Mark paused for a long moment. He seemed to be confirming that I was truly asleep. Only then did he quietly slip out of bed, his movements careful, terrified of waking me. After I was sure he had left, I opened my eyes and checked the time. 1:00 AM. Mark was really dedicated; it was this late, and he was still going out to meet his mistress. I grabbed my phone, quietly got up, and followed him. Almost there. I would soon have the evidence I needed. To my surprise... Mark didn't leave the apartment. Instead, he turned and walked into the guest room. The guest room was the baby's room. My heart pounded. Did my probing earlier make Mark change his plans? The next second... I realized that Mark was far more disgusting than I could have ever imagined. 07 "I thought you weren't coming tonight. You're so bold. Aren't you afraid she'll find out?" A woman's voice came from the guest room. My heart violently contracted. It was hard to breathe. This... This was the voice of our night nanny, Chloe. Chloe was the night nanny Mark had chosen for me. She usually wore simple clothes, tied her hair back in a messy, low ponytail, and rarely wore any makeup. Even though we were about the same age. But she was very professional and knew her boundaries. Except for taking care of me and the baby, she mostly stayed in her room, minimizing her contact with Mark. So, I had never even suspected her. The sound of rustling clothes brought me back to reality. Mark's voice was full of impatience, like a starving animal. "She sleeps like the dead. Chloe, let me touch you, I'm dying here." Chloe's tone was slightly anxious. "I think I heard her ask you what would happen if you cheated? Is she getting suspicious?" But Mark didn't care at all. His tone was absolutely certain, as if he had everything under control. "Relax, she trusts me completely. I crawl into your bed every night, and she just feels bad that I'm 'working late'." "You're so bad..." Chloe's voice softened into a moan. "Isn't that what you like about me?" ... Their conversation was like a dull knife. Slicing into my heart over and over again. It hurt so much! How dare they do this in my home! Right next to my child! Doing something so vile! I wanted to burst in there and stab them both to death! But reason told me I couldn't be impulsive. 08 "Do we really have to try that today? I'm scared..." "Relax, I brought the lube. It won't hurt." "But..." Chloe's voice was still hesitant. Mark suddenly grew annoyed. "I didn't mind that you've slept with so many other guys, and you can't even do this one little thing for me? If you can't handle it, I'll find someone who can." "No... I can." Chloe caved. She twisted her body, trying to please him. "Good girl. Relax, I'll put it on for you." Mark sounded eager. Chloe obediently lay down. Mark squeezed the entire bottle of "lubricant" inside her. "It hurts!" Chloe cried out in pain. "Bear with it. This is the intense stimulation kind. It's supposed to hurt a little. Chloe, here I come!" Mark looked excited. He pressed down on her. Suddenly... A piercing scream shattered the silence of the room. "Ah! Mark, what the hell did you put on me?! Why is it sticking together?!" Chloe frantically twisted her body, trying desperately to break free. But it was too late. The Super Glue had already taken effect. Mark was panicking too, covering Chloe's mouth with his hand. "Keep your voice down! Do you want everyone to know? I'm stuck too!" "Mmph! Mmph! Do something!" Chloe's voice was already breaking into sobs. "I'm trying... let's try hot water?" "Ah! That's burning hot!" "..." They tried for half an hour. Eventually, they had no choice but to call an ambulance. The two of them, stuck together in a grotesque position, were carried out on a stretcher. I stood on the balcony, watching the ambulance disappear into the distance. Only then did I go back into the guest room. My baby was sleeping soundly in his crib. Completely unaware of what had just happened. I gently stroked his little face, making a silent vow. Don't worry, sweetie. Mommy will protect you. Then, my gaze fell on the empty pink bottle on the bed. Perfect. They used every last drop. 09 Mark and Chloe didn't return until the next evening. One was walking with his legs clamped tightly together. The other was clenching her buttocks. The two of them hobbled in, one after the other. Their postures were incredibly awkward. I had to dig my nails into my palms to keep from laughing out loud. "Where have you two been? I haven't seen either of you all day." I asked with feigned concern, my gaze darting between them. An unnatural look flashed across Mark's face, and he avoided my eyes. "Something came up at work; I was busy all day. I happened to run into Chloe downstairs, so we came up together." His voice was shaky and entirely unconvincing. I turned my head and looked at Chloe. "Chloe, why didn't you at least tell me you were going to be gone all day? I thought something terrible had happened to you." Chloe was frighteningly pale, her lips trembling slightly. She clearly hadn't come up with a good excuse yet. She could only stammer, "Mrs. Miller... I..." Seeing this, Mark quickly jumped in to defend her: "Chloe had a family emergency. She asked me for time off, but I got so busy I forgot to tell you." Chloe nodded frantically, terrified I would keep asking questions. "Mrs. Miller, I'll go check on the baby now." I waved my hand dismissively, my tone light. "No need. My parents said they missed him, so they took him for a few days. You can take it easy for a bit." Chloe froze for a second, then finally muttered: "Then I'll go make dinner for you." I nodded, my tone flat: "Go ahead." She stole a glance at Mark, her eyes full of grievance. But Mark was too busy trying to deal with his own situation to care about her. Chloe had no choice but to look away and slowly hobble into the kitchen, her buttocks clenched tight. Her figure looked incredibly pathetic. Every step seemed to be excruciatingly painful. Honestly. Even I felt bad for her. A servant by day, a plaything by night. And now she had to cook for me while suffering a "workplace injury." It was tragic. The clatter of pots and pans echoed from the kitchen. Chloe's movements were clearly much slower than usual.
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