My Faithless Wife Blew Up Her Own Life

My wife claimed she was going on a business trip. In reality, she was hooking up with her first love at a luxury resort in Aspen. The next day, their sex tape was accidentally leaked and went viral on TikTok and Instagram. I quietly liked the video and left a comment: "Nice camera work. The angles are incredibly clear. You should start an OnlyFans." Chloe called me almost immediately to apologize. "I'm already being cyberbullied! What more do you want from me? I'm married to you now. I just wanted to give him some closure!" I hung up on her and quietly started drafting our divorce papers. This time, I would make her watch with her own eyes how the man she had controlled for five years would make her regret everything. After hanging up, I tossed my phone aside. I felt surprisingly calm as I began drafting the divorce agreement. Before long, Chloe's name flashed on my screen again. I picked up. Her voice was laced with panic. "Ethan, it was an accident. I swear it will never happen again." "No need to promise," I said, my voice completely flat. "As long as you had fun." My indifference set her off. "Ethan! I'm trying to apologize to you! Why are you being so sarcastic? Besides, Owen and I used protection!" If this had been the past, as long as she bowed her head even a little... If she had said just one soft word... I would have happily taken the peace offering and let it go. After all, in this marriage, I was the one who loved more. I was always the one making compromises. But now, she had run off to a hotel with her ex, and their dirty laundry was being broadcasted to millions online. And I had become the ultimate laughingstock. Seeing my silence, she suddenly changed her tone. "Alright, babe. Stop throwing a tantrum, okay? I'll be back tomorrow morning. I want that grilled salmon you make. Can you make it for me? I promise, starting now, I'm cutting Owen off completely." "I'll only love you from now on. I won't have anything to do with him." "Who you choose to be with is your business," I said calmly. "You don't need to consider my feelings." With that, I hung up. I immediately called my lawyer and asked him to prepare a divorce contract. The next day, I went to work as usual. I walked straight into my boss's office. Mr. Harrison looked up at me with a warm smile. "So, Ethan, have you made up your mind?" "I have, Mr. Harrison. I'm accepting the transfer. Thank you for giving me this opportunity." His smile widened. "Excellent! Young men should have drive. Sending you to head the overseas market shows how much the company trusts you. Grab this chance with both hands." "I will." I had hesitated to accept this offer before. I had been too worried about my relationship with Chloe. But now, there was no point. We had been together for two years before getting married, and we'd been married for three. Five years in total. For her, I didn't even know how many career opportunities I had passed up. I used to believe love could conquer all. But after one obstacle came another, endlessly. Our relationship had always been a one-sided effort. After a brief chat, Mr. Harrison told me I could take the rest of the day off to pack and get ready for the move. I nodded and thanked him. Just as I stepped out of the office building, Chloe's call came through. "Ethan, what the hell is wrong with you? You know I hate carrying keys! I told you I'd be back this morning. You didn't even pick me up from the airport, and now you're not even home waiting for me? Do you even care about me anymore?"Her voice was sharp and irritating. But of course. She was used to bossing me around. Whenever something didn't go her way, even in public, she would throw a tantrum, completely disregarding my dignity. She would demand a sincere, public apology from me. And back then, just to keep her happy, I would bend over backward to accommodate her moods. "Figure it out yourself," I replied, my tone icy. "Go sit in the diner downstairs until I get off work, or call a locksmith." Chloe lost her temper instantly. "Ethan! I don't care what you have to do. Get back here and open this door within thirty minutes, or you'll regret it!" If this were before, her anger would have terrified me. I would have begged for her forgiveness, terrified that she would stay mad at me. I would have jumped into a cab immediately and rushed home to open the door. "Sorry," I said. "I'm busy at work. I can't leave." "I know you're still jealous and angry about Owen! But can you stop holding on to it? Even if I made a mistake, it's just a lapse in judgment. Every woman makes mistakes, okay? You need to be man enough to forgive me just this once!" "I'm not angry, and I'm definitely not jealous. Don't worry about it," I chuckled softly. Hearing my laugh, she sounded confused. "You're really not mad?" "Nope. But you still need to call that locksmith yourself." I hung up. My boss had told me to go home and prep for my relocation. I originally needed to go home to grab some important documents. But knowing Chloe was locked out and waiting, I was in no rush. I decided to go for a stroll. In the past, I lived incredibly frugally. I hated spending money on myself. Every penny I made went straight to Chloe. If you split my salary into ten parts, she spent nine point nine of it. As a project manager, my base salary was at least $5,000 a month. With bonuses, it easily reached $8,000 to $10,000. Because of this, Chloe wore designer clothes, carried luxury bags, and always had the newest phone. Meanwhile, I was still using an old Android from five years ago. It was so slow it made me want to cry. Sometimes, just opening Snapchat took ages. And if I replied to her messages a minute late, I'd get a barrage of abuse. But now, I could finally buy the things I actually wanted. Since my salary and bonus had just cleared, I walked straight into a store and bought the latest $3,000 Samsung tri-fold phone. God, a high-end phone felt amazing. It was so fast and smooth. I also bought myself a brand-new outfit and got a fresh haircut. That evening, I invited my buddies out for drinks. When they saw me walk in, they joked, "Well, look who it is! What's the occasion? You're not home catering to your wife tonight?" Hearing that, I figured they hadn't seen the viral video yet. Or even if they had, they were too polite to bring it up. "What wife?" I laughed. "You guys don't know? She's the star of a viral video right now." It was a lie to say it didn't hurt. I still felt a dull ache in my chest.My buddies looked at each other, stunned. "Wait, is there some kind of misunderstanding, Ethan?" "Yeah, man. You don't want to jump to conclusions." "What misunderstanding? I'm not going to lie to myself," I said coldly. "Don't worry. As soon as I get back, I'm getting a divorce." My voice was firm. There was no hesitation. Seeing my resolve, they didn't push further. As we drank and chatted, they noticed my new phone. "Damn, Ethan! You finally threw away that piece-of-trash phone of yours!" A few rounds of drinks later, they raised their glasses. "Ethan, if that really was her in the video, we're behind you one hundred percent. Divorce her." "Exactly, man." "She's not your sister-in-law anymore," I said, raising my glass and draining it in one gulp. The burning alcohol rushed down my throat. Before long, a wave of nausea hit me. I leaned over the table and threw up. It felt like I was purging all the wasted years of love I had thrown away on Chloe. Once it was out, I felt incredibly light. My friends patted my back, telling me to take it easy. After the dinner, I headed back to our apartment. The front door was wide open. The lights inside were blazing. Chloe was sitting on the couch, arms crossed, her face flushed with rage. The moment she saw me walk in, she hurled the TV remote at the floor. With a loud crash, the remote shattered into pieces. "Great! You went out drinking! Look at you, so capable now! Is this the 'busy work' that kept you from coming home to open the door for me?" she shrieked. I looked at her coldly, steadying myself. She had zero self-control. She drank and went out whenever she wanted. Yet, she was incredibly strict with me. I wasn't allowed to drink, smoke, or even hang out with my friends. My entire life had to revolve around her schedule. And my money, of course, was hers. "I didn't just drink," I said, pulling out my new tri-fold phone. "I also bought this expensive phone, and a brand-new outfit and shoes." Chloe's expression changed instantly. "You spent that much money on yourself? Did you even think about me? I don't even have the newest iPhone 16 Pro Max yet!" "No wonder you haven't transferred your paycheck to my account this month. You're secretly living the high life!" She grew angrier by the second, on the verge of an explosion. "So what? Is it a crime to spend my own hard-earned money?" I shot back. We stared each other down. This time, I didn't back down an inch. Sensing my stubbornness, her tone suddenly softened. "Ethan, look, there's no need to get drunk and act out over Owen. He was just my first love. What happened this time was just a one-night thing." "You're the only one in my heart. I'll let you keep the phone and clothes as my apology, but you can't do this again. You have to transfer your paycheck to me next month, okay? You have to take care of my future." She spoke as if I was the one who had made a mistake, and she was graciously forgiving me.I couldn't even be bothered to reply. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and then walked straight to the guest bedroom. She followed me closely. "Did you hear what I just said?" I slammed the door in her face. I locked it, threw myself onto the bed, and fell into a deep sleep. It was the best sleep I'd had in years. The next morning, I woke up to a surprising smell of food. I opened the door and saw Chloe placing a bowl of noodles and a fried egg on the dining table. "What are you staring at? Come eat." I walked over. But before I could say a word, her phone started ringing. Chloe glanced at the caller ID, and a look of panic flashed across her face. She immediately declined the call. But it rang again a second later. She declined it again. The caller was persistent. It rang a third time. I glanced at her. "Just pick up. Whoever it is, they clearly have something urgent to say." "I-I just got back from my business trip. It must be someone from work. You know how my company is..." "Right. I understand. Go ahead." She quickly hurried into the master bedroom. I even heard her lock the door behind her. But she seemed to have forgotten one crucial thing. She was the one who had installed a security camera in the bedroom to spy on me. I calmly pulled out my phone, opened the camera app, and started packing my things to leave. As I walked out of the apartment, I watched the live feed. On screen, Chloe was giggling. "Owen, baby, don't worry. It doesn't hurt down there anymore." "You can't be that rough next time. I couldn't handle it. Don't worry about my husband. Even if he found out, so what? Trust me, I can make him apologize to me." Her giggles sounded utterly repulsive. Watching her say those words with that sickening smile made my fists clench tightly. "Don't worry, I promised I'd buy you that phone, and I will. Do you want the Samsung tri-fold or the latest iPhone? I'll get it for you by next month at the latest." Hearing their sweet talk, I let out a cold laugh. "Alright, I gotta go. He's still waiting outside for me." She hung up and started heading out of the bedroom. By then, I was already gone. I closed the app, drove to my lawyer's office, and picked up the printed divorce papers. Then I spent the rest of the day finalizing other arrangements. During this time, Chloe spammed my phone with calls. I didn't answer a single one.It was late afternoon when I finally returned to the apartment. Chloe had stopped acting. The moment I walked in, she exploded. "Ethan! What the hell is your problem? I just came back from a trip and I've been ignored all day! You don't care about me, you spent your paycheck without my permission, and now you're ignoring my calls? Have you lost your mind?" She glared at me. "I want an apology right now!" I looked at her calmly. "What's the matter? Done acting?" "Acting? What kind of woman do you think I am?" Tears instantly welled up in her eyes. "Look at this!" She threw a pregnancy test onto the coffee table. It showed two clear pink lines. "I'm pregnant! You're going to be a father! And this is how you treat me?" "I'm carrying your baby, continuing your legacy, and instead of being grateful, you treat me like trash! I'm so hurt!" I glanced at the pregnancy test. Without a second thought, I tossed the divorce papers right in front of her. "Read it." When she saw the documents, a flash of excitement crossed her face. Before this, I had promised to transfer the apartment—which I bought before our marriage—to her name. I had told her the paperwork was being processed. "Is the house transfer finalized? Let me see!" But as she grabbed the papers and read the bold letters at the top: **DIVORCE AGREEMENT**, her entire body froze. Her eyes turned red, and panic took over her face. Her lips began to tremble. "Ethan... you... you jerk! You want to divorce me?" "Yes," I said coldly. "Let's divorce. Since you love your first love so much, go be with him. You two can build a life together." "Are you even human? I'm pregnant with your child, and you want to divorce me? I'll kill you!" Her true colors finally showed. She flew at me, punching and scratching. This was her usual behavior. Whenever things didn't go her way, she would physically and verbally abuse me. I used to tolerate it. But not anymore. I grabbed her wrists and pushed her back onto the couch. "That's enough. Look over the agreement. If there are no issues, sign it." "Fine! If you want a divorce, the car, the house, and all the savings go to me! You leave with nothing!" she screamed hysterically. I didn't want to waste my breath. "If you want an amicable split, sign it. Otherwise, I'll see you in court." With that, I walked out of the apartment. Behind me, her shrieking voice echoed through the hallway. "You coward! Divorcing me while I'm pregnant! I'll make sure you pay for this!" I walked down to my car and called my best friend, Liam, asking if I could crash at his place for a couple of days. Liam agreed immediately. At his apartment, I started finalizing my visa and paperwork for the overseas transfer. The next morning, I was violently shaken awake. "Ethan! Wake up, man! Your wife is live-streaming!" Liam yelled, shoving his phone in my face. On the screen, Chloe was wearing a face mask, crying her eyes out, holding up a pregnancy report. "Ethan is a heartless bastard! He got me pregnant and now he's abandoning me! He's a monster..."