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Chapter 2

Chapter 2:.

“Honey! You’re amazing, I love you so much!

Moan louder, baby! I love hearing your pleasurable moans.”

Shane’s brazen words felt like a basin of ice water falling on my head. My whole body froze to the point where I couldn’t move a muscle.

Then, I heard a woman’s voice through the headphones. She moaned louder as she was told, and all sorts of lewd words were said. Judging by their grunts, it was clear they were having rough sex.

I covered my mouth, tightly to keep from crying out loud. But I couldn’t stop my tears from welling up.

Every word my husband said and every gasp he drew were like daggers stabbing into my heart. It hurt so much that I could do nothing but cry silently. Soon, my pillow was wet with my own tears.

And because I couldn’t bear to hear them anymore, I took off my headphones, braced my legs and curled up like a baby.

It was a hot summer, but I felt so cold…so cold. My whole body was shivering, and no matter how much I wrapped myself in the comforter, I couldn’t get warm.

That night, I shed countless tears, and it was the most restless night.

But still, I refused to believe that there was a woman in the studio, because there was no place to hide a person there. The only possibility I could think of was that he was masturbating while talking to a woman via video call.

What was the truth of the matter?

It was then that I regretted having installed only a microphone and not a mini-camera. It should have been a camera.

After a whole night of grudge-filled contemplation, I was calming down from the scare. Then, I decided to stop by the studio again to look for clues.

The next morning, after Shane left for work, I didn’t get up right away. Or maybe I didn’t have the courage to. Although I really wanted to replace some clue, I was scared of what I might replace.

Because I was mentally struggling, I didn’t get up until after ten o’clock in the morning. I had barely slept a wink the night before, so now I was feeling a little groggy.

Step by step, I made my way to the study door remembering everything I had heard last night. I felt my nerves tighten and my heart beat faster every second.

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What could be waiting for me on the other side of that door?

As soon as I grabbed the doorknob and got ready to turn it, I heard the front door of the house open. Shane must have returned.

I hastily pulled my hand back, pretending to walk through the study door. Finally, I sat down on the living room couch. It was then that I feigned composure by grabbing the remote control from the tea table to turn on the television. I was so nervous that I pressed many buttons by mistake before I managed to turn on the TV.

Shane walked over to me, looking me in the face. I was afraid he would realize something was wrong with me. After all, I had cried all night.

Fortunately, he didn’t ask me any questions. All he said was that he had asked for a leave of absence and wanted to take me on a trip somewhere.

He was a workaholic. We didn’t even have a honeymoon trip after we got married. Asking for a leave to travel was certainly unusual for him. But he told me that he had neglected his duties as my husband because of overwork, and he wanted to spend more time with me.

Perhaps because of what I discovered last night, I perceived only hypocrisy in his words. So I raised my head, staring into his eyes, looking for a trace of doubt or fear.

But he seemed calm. He looked like he hadn’t fooled me, and his behavior only made me feel like I was overthinking.

I pretended nothing had happened, packed our luggage and went downstairs with him.

I was twenty-six now; I was no longer the impulsive girl I used to be. For the moment, I needed to make sure the truth was revealed before I let him know I knew it.

I thought it best to have the advantage of knowing his secret, and decided to wait and see how things developed. But I was wrong.

Although I had matured at my age, I was not yet able to anticipate the results.

In the end, I fell into his trap and allowed him to push me into the depths of hell.

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