My Wife's Leftover Love: A Slice of Betrayal

My wife brought home a half-eaten cake, claiming she bought it especially for me. If I hadn't seen her male assistant post a screenshot of a transfer for "1314" (meaning "forever"), I might have believed her.

I casually replied, "Work comes first."

Next thing I knew, I was blocked. My wife even called to berate me: "I've never met such a petty man!"

As I rubbed my aching abdomen, I thought to myself, "Do whatever you want. I'm done playing this game."

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Amber was walking through the door just as I was tossing a takeout box into the trash.