I uploaded the video of my husband online, and it went viral almost instantly.
The comment section was flooded with people calling out my husband’s suspicious behavior, accusing him of deleting chat logs.
Of course, I knew the real reason behind Marcus’s business trip.
I was just curious—what kind of blind woman would fall for a greasy man like Marcus, who sports a beer belly?
Marcus shook the water off his hands and casually stepped out of the bathroom, looking completely at ease. It seemed he had already taken care of whatever the online chatter was about.
Fortunately, Marcus usually only watches female streamers on a different platform, so he wouldn’t stumble upon this video.
Soon, I received a private message, probably from the girl who had swapped seats with me.
[Quick! You need to run! I just sat next to this guy, and he's on a video call with another girl. His tone is way too suggestive.]
Of course, it had to be a girl. I replied with a simple “Thanks,” then immediately saw another attention-grabbing message pop up.
[Sorry to bother you, but is this Express 217?]
I clicked on the stranger's profile, and it was a beautiful, life-loving young girl named Chloe.
[Yes.]
I typed those two words, and it gave me the info I needed.
[Is the guy in the video named Marcus? He looks like my boyfriend.]
[Yes, I’m his wife.]
The chat bubble kept showing “typing…” on her end.
I figured the girl must have been deceived.
I glanced at Marcus. He was sitting on the couch, watching cartoons with our daughter—an image of perfect fatherly devotion.
Too bad that even fathers with daughters can still go around deceiving other people’s daughters.
A message popped up: [I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he was married. Marcus told me he was divorced, that his wife left him because he couldn’t make enough money. We’ve been seeing each other for six months, and I can return every cent I’ve transferred.]
It was outrageous. Back when Marcus had just graduated from college, he was so broke that he couldn’t even afford a steamed bun without splitting it in half. I lived with him in a basement, staying up all night working on blueprints just to get our small, struggling company off the ground.
Cheating aside, how dare he tarnish my image like that? Karma will come for him.
I asked Chloe to add me on Facebook.
The girl sent me some chat screenshots, and a picture of Marcus as a sleazy, greasy, domineering man emerged. I couldn't help but feel disgusted.
Marcus finally looked at me and asked, [What’s wrong?]
I waved him off. [I’ve just been sitting in the car too long.]
[You should just stay home next time. Don’t go with these random encounters. We’re an old married couple. We can’t compete with the youthful romance of Christmas.]
The young always crave novelty, while in his eyes, our thirteen years of marriage had become a joke.
After our daughter was born, I stayed home to be a full-time mom, but I didn’t just sit around. Yoga classes and gym visits became my daily routine. I liked to think I kept myself in good shape—when I went out, people thought my daughter was my younger sister, born when my mother was much older.
So when men cheat, they can always find some strange excuse for it.
I didn’t say anything more, continuing to chat with Chloe.
After graduating from college, Chloe struggled to find her footing in the workforce and vented her frustrations on a social platform. That’s when Marcus saw her and immediately pounced. With his successful career and sob story about being abandoned by his wife, he quickly won Chloe’s sympathy.
The whole situation turned out to be just as dramatic as expected. Chloe thought she had found a caring, fatherly boyfriend, but Marcus only wanted to satisfy his own physical desires.
I set the video to private—couldn’t let it keep spreading and risk Marcus seeing it.
I was still a little shaken. Initially, I posted the video to intimidate Marcus's little lover, but now it seemed like I had accidentally sparked a whole revenge squad.
