Coworker Cures My Wife's Arousal Disorder

"Are you out of your mind? Caleb helped me with my problem out of kindness! He did it to improve your love life! How could you make such a passive-aggressive comment on his post? You're unbelievable!"

I felt tired. I closed my eyes and cut her off coldly.

"I've waited seven hours for you in the mountains for the treatment. Where are you?"

She paused for a few seconds, trying to work up an excuse, then answered with a trace of impatience.

"What are you doing there? My problem is already cured. Hold on, I'm coming to pick you up."

Hearing the sudden concern in her voice, I squeezed my eyes shut.

"No need!"

I hung up and resolutely headed down the mountain, but it suddenly started pouring. I heard a car honking urgently behind me.

Wendy poked her head out, urging me with a sigh.

"Xander, get in the car."

Not wanting to get drenched, I opened the door and was about to get in when Wendy received a call from Caleb Cox.

"Wendy, I don't feel that well after treating you earlier. Can you come and take me to the hospital?"

After hanging up, she anxiously locked the car door. With a frown, she told me flatly, "Take shelter under a tree first! Caleb is waiting for me."

I frowned. "But I was about to get in the car..."

Before I could finish, Wendy floored the accelerator and drove off without looking back.

Watching the car zoom away without hesitation, the cold wind and rain chilled me to the bone. I could not help but shiver.

It had always been like this. Whenever anything happened to Caleb Cox, the one standing next to him was always the married woman Wendy Smith.

Taking a deep breath, I resolutely sent Wendy the divorce papers I had prepared.

I walked along the mountain road for a long time and finally managed to hitch a ride down the mountain safely.

As soon as I got home, someone suddenly shared a screenshot of Caleb's post in the group chat.

"Caleb's post is so savage! What kind of problem does Doctor Smith have that could possibly require Doctor Cox's help?"

Then, someone sent a voice message, sounding sleazy.

"Isn't it obvious? She has an 'Arousal Disorder' whenever she sees Xander."

I was perplexed. How would they know something so private? What they said next made my blood turn to ice.

"Everyone knows Caleb is Wendy's first love. Xander can't have her body nor her heart."

"I see. Wendy came up with the 'Arousal Disorder' excuse to stay pure for Caleb. Only a fool like Xander would believe that."

I gritted my teeth. I never expected Wendy to go this far for Caleb.

"I don't care about her body or her heart. We're getting divorced anyway..."

I was about to send this message when another message popped up in the group: "OMG! Delete it! Xander is in the group!"

The next second, I was kicked out of the group.

I smiled bitterly.

Forget it. It was the last three days of the divorce's waiting period. I did not care about anything except getting the divorce certificate.

As soon as I got to the door, I saw Wendy leaning on the couch, clutching a photo of Caleb.

Wendy murmured softly, "Caleb, I love you so much..."

I could not help but chuckle when I saw that.

If it were in the past, I would have rushed in and confronted her, but now I just watched her coldly.

As her emotions grew stronger, my heart grew colder.

I pushed the door open abruptly. Wendy froze.

Seeing her hurriedly stuff the photo into her pocket, I sneered.

"You left me on the road so that you could rush back here to relieve your tension?! What happened to your Arousal Disorder?"

Clearing her throat to hide her guilt, Wendy quickly looked away.

"I was just about to feel something, but you interrupted me, and now I don't feel anything again."

I looked at her flushed face and scoffed.

"Really? I thought your problem was just a lie so that I wouldn't touch you."

Under my questioning, a fleeting look of panic flashed in her eyes.

But a second later, as if to prove to me that she really did feel nothing, Wendy grabbed my hand.

"How could I be lying? Don't believe me? Feel for yourself."

Instantly, my pupils constricted. The thought that Caleb might have touched her made me sick.

I yanked my hand back, took two steps back, and looked at her coldly:

"I don't care how you feel. Wendy, we're getting divorced!"