My Wife’s Affair, Exposed

e photos looked painfully clear on the big screen.

Layla Green, my wife, and Howard Hunter, her crush, were making out with each other in the nursery.

In the background were blue balloons and star-shaped lights I had placed myself.

I could even see how lost Layla was in her passion. It was an expression I had never seen before.

The hall fell silent.

Several of seconds later, a commotion erupted.

Layla’s face was drained of color. As she stood there, she swayed, and her lips quivered, but she could not say a single thing.

Her parents, Peter and Lola, were the first to react to the situation.

“Luke, have you lost your mind? What on earth is this? How could you photoshop this to slander Layla!” Lola screeched and charged at me to slap me.

I stepped aside out of her reach and glared at her coldly.

“Do you think that I photoshopped this? Ask your daughter if she thinks so. Get her to say that it’s fake in front of everyone here.”

Lola was rendered speechless and turned to Layla.

But Layla had already turned completely pale. As she stared at me, panic finally appeared in her eyes.

“Luke, that’s not true. I can explain…” she whispered with a quivering voice.

“You want to explain? All right. Go on.”

I crossed my arms and watched her calmly.

Just then, Howard squeezed his way out of the crowd and shielded the swaying Layla behind him.

In a self-righteous manner, he said to me, “Mr. York, you’re a man. How could you use stunt like this to humiliate a woman who has just given birth?! If you have a problem, take it out on me!”

I laughed in exasperation. “Come at you? Who do you think you are?”

The moment I finished speaking, Lola’s slap landed on my face.

It was loud and clear.

“You piece of trash! You’re a heartless monster! Layla gave birth to your baby, and this is how you treat her?!”

She was so agitated that she wanted to lunge at me.

My parents, John and Mary, rushed over to stop her.

My face stung, but my heart felt nothing.

Over the past year, I had been so emotionally hurt that my heart had turned numb.

Layla changed ever since Howard came back.

She started working overtime frequently, changed her phone password, and got a lot of branded handbags that I never bought for her.

I had confronted her once, only for her to snap at me, “It’s my company’s bonus. Why are you asking me so many questions?”

Then, she turned around and refused to spare me another glance.

For the sake of the baby I thought was mine and the family I once treasured, I chose to deceive myself and squash down all my suspicions and pain.

I thought that once the baby was born, things would get better.

But all I did at present was watch Layla cry until her shoulders trembled while Howard hugged her in a protective manner.

She did not even look at me once and just leaned in another man’s embrace like a delicate flower.

I grabbed the microphone. My voice wasn’t loud, but it carried clearly throughout the hall.