She's Nowhere As Good as You

I didn't know how much courage it took for my trembling fingers to finally click on the second short video.

I saw my husband taking a shower inside a transparent glass bathroom, with two used condoms carelessly dropped on the floor.

The mistress deliberately gave a close-up shot.

“Ronald darling, you're getting so good at this. You lied to your wife again that you were out of town for a social event.” The mistress' voice rang out, sounding so sugary as she zoomed on Ronald's face.

"If I didn't lie to her, how would I have time to spend with you?" The bastard answered smiling.

Hot tears brimmed in my eyes as I heard what he just said.

"Isn't she about to give birth? Shouldn't you have gone back to be with her?"

"What's so special about a woman giving birth? I'll go back in the morning and pretend to take care of her, so she won't feel bad.” Ronald replied nonchalantly and my chest tightened more.

“Is it because your wife is pregnant and it's inconvenient for you to touch her, that you're so unsatisfied? Tonight you almost shifted my womb."

"She's nowhere near as good as you," Ronald scoffed disdainfully. "Even if she weren't pregnant, I wouldn't bother touching her.”

"Liar! You said you wouldn't bother touching her, so how did she get pregnant? Is the child in her belly from some random guy?"

Ronald fell silent immediately.

But the lady wasn't done. She threw him another provoking question.

“Ronald, when are you getting a divorce?”

“Babe,” Ronald's voice became more soft and tender. “Don't be in a hurry. You know it's not the right time yet. I'll never break my promise to you.”

That only seemed to piss her off more. “So tell me Ronald, when exactly is this right time going to come?”

“Wait for her…”

The video ended abruptly there, like she didn't want me to hear the full conversation.

My hands clenched into fists by my sides.

Even though I knew it was a trap set by the mistress to deliberately provoke me, I still fell for it.

I immediately called the woman.

She seemed to have anticipated my call as she picked up at the first ring.

"Who are you?" I asked her.

"Who I am is not important, Kaidora, what's important is that your husband just finished having me."

I could hear the sound of running water over the phone, which meant Ronald must still be taking a shower, which was why she dared to be so blatantly disgusting to me.

My heart was breaking and I struggled to force back the tears. "Have you no shame!" I asked through gritted teeth.

“Aww, baby, I should be the one asking you that.” Her tone was casually provocative. “If you have any shame, you should hurry up and divorce your husband so I can continue to have him, okay?"

"You..." I was about to retort when Ronald's voice suddenly came through the phone, "Baby, who are you talking to?"

"Your wife?" the woman said coquettishly.

Ronald chuckled and said, "Baby, you joke a lot."

"Really? You don't believe me?"

"Whether I believe it or not, then let her hear how I'm going to eat you up."

After that, all sorts of disgusting, vulgar, and offensive flirting came through the phone.

I suspected the lady hid her phone, deliberately letting me hear the disgusting and vulgar sounds she made while she and Ronald were making love in bed

I felt extremely disgusted and hung up the phone.

Who could have thought my perfect marriage had been a sham.

I held my chest as it felt ripped apart, allowing the tears to flow freely.

During my early pregnancy, I had severe nausea and would vomit once anything enters my mouth, the doctor had advised I went on bed rest, so Ronald had insisted I quit my job and focus on our baby.

While unemployed at home, I idly surfed the internet and came across many posts from pregnant women about their husbands cheating on them during their pregnancies.

Sometimes I would share the post with Ronald and express my shock and dismay: childbirth is like a woman walking through the gates of hell, taking half her life away. How can a man bear to cheat and betray her?

Ronald would always support me and say that if he ever cheats on me, I should smash him to pieces and paste the pieces into the walls or throw them into the sewer, so that he would never have a good death in his next life or the life after that.

He had also asked me to stop reading such things, that they weren't good for my health and he wasn't like those cheating husbands.

I was so proud and confident that while all men in the world may cheat, my husband was never going to cheat on me.

How delusional I was.