My Wife Had Her Best Friend Test My Loyalty 99 Times; I Left
My wife, Scarlett, suffers from extreme hypersensitivity. To test my loyalty, she’d send me to her best friend’s bed, again and again.
Each time I begged her not to, she’d turn to me, her eyes red–rimmed, questioning me word by agonizing word.
“Julian, you said I was the only one you loved. I’m just helping you prove it. If you truly love me, you can control yourself, right?”
For three years, she insisted on a sexless marriage, claiming that only after I passed her loyalty test 101 times would we truly be husband and wife.
But just as I was about to conquer the 99th test, Scarlett’s voice drifted into my ears, chilling me to the bone.
“Men, you have to whip them again and again for them to be loyal.”
“Scarlett, what about your dark–skinned boy toy…?”
“Who cares? He’s just a simp. He’s nothing without me. Where would he go? And I just love the thrill. You guys don’t know how aggressive that dark–skinned stud is when he’s in bed with me, in our room…”
Laughter and teasing echoed through the private room.
My head, previously swimming in a drugged haze, was suddenly sickeningly clear.
A bitter smile twisted my lips.
She loved thrills, but what she didn’t know was that her dark–skinned lover loved them even more.
**1.**
This was the 99th time she’d sent me to her best friend’s bed, all to test my loyalty, to see if I could control myself.
Three years. Test after test had left me broken and battered.
She claimed she suffered from extreme hypersensitivity, an intense emotional fragility. i understood her delicate state and was willing to become her devoted homemaker, caring for her every need.
“So, how’s he still in shape? Did you girls get a good show?”
“Scarlett, why don’t we turn Julian’s photos into blind boxes? Wouldn’t that add more excitement?”
They chatted loudly, completely ignoring me, curled up in the corner.
“His face is the only thing he’s got left. Otherwise, I would have kicked him out ages ago. These past three years have been dead boring. He’s such a stiff, boring man. That young stud is far more entertaining.”
Her words pierced my heart like needles, and my breath hitched as if someone had choked me.
So, it wasn’t that she disliked men touching her; she just disliked *me*.
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So, it wasn’t that she disliked men touching her; she just disliked *me*.
“Oh, Scarlett, you even have photos of him in a maid outfit! That’s wild! Looks like Julian really does whatever you say. The aloof campus heartthrob, trained like this.”
Hearing their comments, I felt encased in ice. She had cried and cajoled me into taking all sorts of humiliating and compromising photos, and now they were just entertainment, shared for her friends‘ amusement and mockery!
The burning heat in my body forced me to curl up in agony. I had no choice but to pull out the blade I always kept hidden and plunge it deep into my thigh.
Scarlett, who was engrossed in a game, was drawn by my sudden movement.
A photo fluttered down, landing right beside me.
It was a picture of me, naked and bound by a belt, with whip marks.
“Good performance today. I’ve prepared a gift for you at home, your reward for today.”
Scarlett walked towards me, step by delicate step, her fair fingers lightly tracing my jawline.
Looking at the girl before me, I didn’t know when my eyes had filled with tears.
When did the girl I had followed for ten years become this person?
“Do you really have to humiliate me like this?”
“Humiliate? Julian, didn’t you say I was the only one you loved? Didn’t you say you’d accept everything about me? How is this humiliation? I’m just making my friends happy. Didn’t you say my happiness was the most important thing?”
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