She Tested My Love One Too Many Times

My wife was a total psycho drama queen. Every other day, she concocted some twisted way to "test" my love. One day, she hired a gorgeous escort to lure me into a hotel room while she hid under the bed listening. The next day, she waved a fake medical report claiming she had HIV, letting me suffer in sheer agony for three days before revealing it was all a joke. Later, she dressed a mannequin in her clothes and hurled it off the balcony to fake her suicide. It nearly gave me a heart attack and turned me into the laughingstock of our entire neighborhood. I was completely drained, suffocated, and pushed to my absolute limit. Until the day she sent me a picture of herself in bed with her guy best friend... "Chloe! You have crossed the line! A fake pregnancy test? Are you completely insane?!" Clutching the prank test stick in my trembling hand, I glared at my wife on the sofa, my chest heaving with fury. A few hours ago, when she texted me a picture of two pink lines, I was over the moon. I asked her again and again if it was real. She swore it was. Two weeks along. I thought no woman would ever joke about something so sacred, so I believed her. I immediately called my Nana to share the miracle. On the other end of the line, Nana broke into joyful tears like a little girl, saying how wonderful it was and how she had prayed for a great-grandchild for so long. Yet when I rushed home bursting with joy, all I received was a sick, twisted joke. Chloe clung to my arm, pouting in that soft, babyish voice she always used: "Babe, I just wanted to test you, to see if you really loved me." "Besides, I was scared you might be like those toxic scabs on TikTok who force their wives to get abortions..." She swayed my arm gently. "Don't be mad, okay? Forgive me?" Hearing the exact same excuse for the hundredth time, I went completely numb, bone-deep exhaustion washing over me. Truth be told, my patience with Chloe's unhinged antics had reached its absolute breaking point. A bitter wave of regret surged in my chest. What was I thinking back then? How could I have fallen for such a narcissistic psycho? Back in high school, Chloe was the golden girl, the homecoming queen every guy drooled over. After graduation, I chased her relentlessly and even attended the same college just to be by her side. For five agonizing years, I pursued her through countless days and nights until I finally got to put a ring on her finger. I thought she was my dream girl, the love of my life. Yet married life shattered that fantasy into dust. Chloe was a drama queen to her rotten core. Every few days, she stirred up trouble, finding bizarre and cruel ways to test my devotion. Last month, she tricked me into a hotel room and hired a smoking-hot model with killer curves to seduce me. The woman threw herself at me, practically begging for a wild night. Any ordinary man would have folded. But I was a man of principles. I shut her down completely. Then Chloe crawled out from under the bed, clapping and giggling, claiming it was just a test. Another time, she showed me a forged HIV-positive lab report, weeping hysterically and claiming she had accidentally caught the virus. My heart sank into a dark abyss, yet I held her tight without hesitation: "Don't be afraid. We'll fight this together." After two sleepless nights of pure agony, she handed me the real, negative report with a playful smirk: "Congratulations, hubby! You passed!" The worst was last month. She dressed a life-sized mannequin in her favorite red dress and pushed it off our second-floor balcony to stage her own suicide. Coming home from work, I saw a figure crashing down right before my eyes. My heart almost stopped beating. Seeing her lying in a pool of fake blood from a distance, I scrambled forward on my hands and knees, screaming and sobbing so hard that the entire neighborhood came rushing out. When she stepped out from behind the front door with a phone in her hand, laughing her head off, I collapsed onto the pavement, unable to speak for an hour. These twisted games had nearly driven me out of my mind. And now, she had faked a pregnancy. How on earth was I supposed to face my elderly Nana? Remembering Nana’s fragile, joyful voice on the phone made me feel like I was suffocating. "Babe, I swear I know I messed up." Chloe wrapped her arms tightly around mine, her voice choked with tears. "I promise, this was the absolute last test." "After everything we’ve been through, I finally know without a doubt that you love me. Now I can safely give you a baby." Looking at her tearful eyes, I took a ragged breath and forced down the sheer helplessness churning inside me: "Chloe, you said it yourself. This is the last time." Chloe nodded furiously, holding up three fingers. "I swear to God! Never, ever again!" I chose to believe her. Or rather, I gave myself one final excuse to keep this marriage alive. I naively thought that after crossing the line with something as serious as pregnancy, she would finally settle down. I was dead wrong. Not even a week of peace had passed before Chloe pulled another stunt. And this time, she smashed through the one boundary I could never forgive.That day, I went out of town to pitch a crucial account to a major client. Landing this deal was my ticket to the project director position at the firm. I had spent months preparing for this pitch. Just as Mr. Vance and I reached the most critical point of the negotiation, my phone in my pocket buzzed violently, over and over. "My apologies, Mr. Vance." I offered an apologetic smile, pulling out my phone to turn on Do Not Disturb so nothing would disrupt this career-defining meeting. Yet the screen lit up with a text from Chloe. Against my better judgment, I tapped it open. "Hubby, you're away and I'm so bored. I invited Ryan over to keep me company. You don't mind, right?" What? She brought her guy best friend into our home? A spike of rage shot straight to my brain. Every man naturally despises those ambiguous "guy best friends" who lurk around his wife without boundaries. Let alone inviting him inside our private home! Before I could type a reply, another notification popped up. A photo. The moment the image loaded, my pupils contracted, and the blood in my veins turned to ice. In the picture, Chloe and her best friend, Ryan, were lying in our bed completely naked, locked in an intimate embrace. Chloe was staring straight into the camera lens with a smirk that dripped with sickening provocation and smugness! Beneath the picture was a line of text that pierced me like a poisoned blade: "Hubby, I was just too lonely, and his body is insane. I couldn't resist. Please forgive me just this once." "Chloe! What the hell are you doing?!" I lost all control. The rage erupted inside me as I shot up from my chair and roared at my phone screen. "Enough!" A voice dripping with cold fury snapped from across the table. I froze, reality hitting me like a truck. Mr. Vance was already on his feet, his face thunderous, his eyes filled with utter disgust and contempt. "I assumed your firm was here to negotiate in good faith. Clearly, I was mistaken. Mr. Hayes, since your personal drama is so thrilling and demanding, let's not waste any more time. This deal is off!" Panic gripped my throat. It felt as though a bucket of ice water had been dumped over my head, snapping me out of my trance. "Mr. Vance! Please, let me explain! It's a complete misunderstanding! Please give me one more chance!" I scrambled around the conference table, practically begging on my knees. Mr. Vance merely yanked his arm from my grip, turned, and stormed out of the conference room without looking back, leaving only a slammed door. It was over. The project was gone. My hands trembling uncontrollably, I dialed Chloe's number. I needed to know what demonic madness had possessed her! Ring... The phone rang just once before being aggressively hung up! A second later, a notification pinged. It was Chloe's final text: "Hubby, stop calling. You're interrupting us. Talk later, bye." "Aaargh!" A guttural roar tore from my chest. I smashed my fist onto the conference table so hard my knuckles split. With shaking fingers, I typed a reply: "Chloe, I thought you were just dramatic, but I never realized you were such a shameless slut!" I tapped send. A glaring red exclamation mark flashed onto the screen! Message failed. Refusing to believe it, I dialed her number again. She had blocked me everywhere—my calls, SnapChat, Instagram, every single channel! "Chloe! You bitch!" I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms, blinding rage consuming every shred of my sanity. I needed to get home immediately. That woman was going to give me an explanation, or I would tear the world apart!The moment I kicked open the front door, the scene in our living room made my blood boil to the bursting point! On the sofa, Ryan was sitting with his back to me, holding Chloe’s face in both of his hands. Even a fool could see how disgustingly intimate their posture was! "You bastard!!" The fury that had been festering during the entire flight erupted like a volcano. I roared, lunged forward, and grabbed Ryan by his collar, yanking him backward with brutal force. Caught completely off guard, he stumbled. Before he could regain his footing, I drove a devastating punch right into his jaw! "Aaargh!" Ryan let out a pathetic wail, crashing heavily to the floor, clutching his face as he curled up in agony. "Ethan!" Chloe stared in frozen shock. It was not until Ryan’s screams filled the room that she finally snapped out of her daze. She turned pale with fright, threw herself to Ryan’s side, and frantically tried to pull him up. "Ryan! Ryan, are you okay? Does it hurt?" Ryan grimaced, clutching his cheek. "It... it hurts so bad. I think my jaw is broken..." Chloe whipped her head up, glaring at me with blazing fury. "Ethan, how could you beat Ryan like this?! You've gone completely insane!" Watching her protect another man so fiercely, I let out a bitter, savage laugh: "I've gone insane? You two were all over each other on my couch! You think that's acceptable?!" "What kind of garbage are you spewing?!" Chloe shrieked, perfectly righteous: "I got something in my eye, and Ryan was just blowing it out for me! We didn't do anything inappropriate!" "I can't believe your mind is this filthy! I totally misjudged you!" "And what about the photos and videos?!" I bellowed at the top of my lungs: "Chloe, I tolerated your sick, twisted tests over and over again! But I never imagined you'd actually cheat on me, film it, and shove it in my face!" "What, were you showing off to me?! Were you trying to humiliate me?!" Hearing me bring up the pictures, Chloe’s eyes flickered with guilt, and her tone softened as she rushed to explain: "You misunderstood! Those photos and videos were all AI-generated!" With that, she shoved her unlocked phone into my hands. "Look for yourself!" My hands shook as I scrolled through her screen. Sure enough, inside an AI generation app, there were detailed text prompts describing those explicit poses, along with the raw generated images. The evidence that had made my blood boil—the very evidence that had cost me my career-defining deal—was entirely fake! "See?! It's all fake!" Seeing my expression shift, Chloe assumed she had the upper hand again. Her voice instantly soared an octave, dripping with entitlement and blame: "Ryan only did this to help me! We wanted to test whether you truly loved me enough to drop your work and rush straight home to me! He helped me come up with the plan!" "He was just being a good friend..." Hearing those words, my hands tightened into white-knuckled fists. A crushing sense of suffocation gripped my chest, far more agonizing than raw fury. Another test! For this goddamn test, she sabotaged my career, trampled my dignity into the dirt, and stooped to the foulest, most repulsive trick to break me! And to her, all of it could be brushed off with that one single word: "test!" Seeing my silence, Chloe seemed to think the matter was settled. She looked down at Ryan, who was still groaning on the floor, her expression softening with pity. Then, turning back to me, she demanded with casual arrogance: "Now that everything is cleared up and it was just a misunderstanding, hurry up and apologize to Ryan! Look at what you did to his face!" Not a shred of remorse. Instead, she wanted me to apologize to the spineless scumbag who had concocted this filthy scheme with her? I laughed. A cold, broken laugh. Before Chloe could react, I swung my arm and struck her across the face with everything I had! "SLAP—!" The crack echoed through the living room like a gunshot. In all the years we had been together, I had never once laid a hand on her. "Ahhh!!" Chloe screamed, stumbling back several steps before nearly collapsing against the coffee table. She clutched her burning cheek, her eyes wide with shock and horror. "You... you hit me?!" Seeing this, Ryan forced himself up, shielding Chloe while glaring at me with false righteousness: "Ethan, you bastard! She's your wife!" "Wife?" I sneered, my ice-cold gaze raking over Chloe’s swelling cheek and Ryan’s pathetic, hypocritical face. The very last thread of affection in my heart snapped cleanly in two. "Not anymore."