While I was slacking off at work, chaos erupted in the car lovers club group chat.
A rider who went by the nickname 'MrWadeNeighbor' was smugly sharing tips on how to steal someone else’s wife without getting caught.
[Think about it. The husband has to go to work during the day, right? He has to drive out, right?
You just take his parking spot while he’s out and the wife is free to come out and have fun with you.]
[When the husband gets home and finds his spot taken, he’ll definitely call to get the car moved. That way, you’ll know exactly when he’s coming back.]
[And when you go down to move the car, you can even throw a few sarcastic remarks his way.]
[In the end, not only do you get the guy’s wife and a free parking space, but you also get to mock him to his face for being a loser. Isn’t that badass?]
As I stared at the chat logs, I frowned. Then I looked out the window and saw the same Mercedes-Benz parked right in my private parking space and I fell into deep thought.
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I had spent twenty-five thousand dollars to buy that space. Yet this same Mercedes had been parked there again and again.
At first, I assumed it was some kind of emergency. However, after several days of coming home from work and seeing that car in my spot, I started getting annoyed.
Still, every time I called to ask the guy to move his car, he was unusually polite, quick to respond and never made excuses.
Sometimes, he would even bring me a couple of packs of premium cigarettes or nice wine to apologize.
And honestly, it was hard to stay mad at someone who smiled and showed me respect. His attitude was always friendly and it felt awkward to push back any further.
Still, deep down, I felt uneasy. After all, I paid for that parking space. It was not public and it certainly was not free for anyone to use.
I frowned and was just about to call the guy to come down and move his car when, for some reason, a message from the car lovers club flashed through my mind.
The more I thought about it, the more restless I felt. I went upstairs, my footsteps unconsciously speeding up.
However, just as I reached the door to my apartment, I stopped in my tracks.
No, my wife was not that kind of person.
We had been married for ten years. From college sweethearts to husband and wife, our relationship had always been strong. We even have a beautiful daughter together.
She was once the campus belle. A gorgeous and graceful woman who was constantly surrounded by admirers.
But in the end, she had chosen me.
After we got married, she gave everything to the family. She was the kind of wife who kept the house spotless and running smoothly. I never had to worry about a thing at home.
She loved me deeply. How could she ever do something to betray me?
Maybe that guy, MrWadeNeighbor, was just boasting in the group chat.
My wife gave up a well-respected career to stay home and raise our daughter, all for the sake of our family. And me? I actually doubted her loyalty.
I was truly such a bastard.
With guilt rising in my chest, I turned around and went back downstairs to buy her a bouquet of flowers.
She once told me that flowers never went out of style.
Half an hour later, I returned home with the bouquet in hand.
As I approached the door, I heard my wife's heavy breathing from inside. My heart suddenly clenched. What was she doing?
But then I laughed it off. Perhaps she was just working out.
Even after having a child, her figure was stunning and gracefully curvy, with glowing skin and a face that still turned heads. People often assumed she was not even married.
With that comforting thought, I raised my hand to knock. From inside, I heard her voice asking, "Who is it?"
I did not answer. I wanted to surprise her, so I quickly hid the bouquet behind my back.
About thirty seconds later, the door creaked open. Her face was flushed and a few beads of sweat dotted her forehead.
The moment she saw me, she froze for a second before giving a startled smile. "Honey? Why are you back so early? You should’ve told me. I haven’t even started making dinner yet."
