All Chapters of My Wife's Secondhand Habit Exposed Her Affair: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My wife, Iris Lockwood, earned 45 thousand dollars a year, yet she was a penny-pincher. Almost all the furniture and appliances in our home were items she had scavenged from local secondhand groups. The genuine leather couch in the living room had edges that were peeling and mottled, but she insisted, "Darling, this is top-grain leather. It originally cost more than six thousand dollars. The previous owner was in a rush to move abroad, so I snagged it for 100 dollars. Once you wipe off the dust, it's practically as good as new!"The washing machine in the bathroom would let out a roar like a tractor during the spin cycle, but she would just smile and reassure me, "This brand has a great motor. The louder it is, the stronger it is, and therefore it washes better. We're pinching pennies now so we can move into a luxury apartment in the future and give you and our son a better life!" Every time I heard her say things like that, I was reminded of how difficult it was for her to earn m

Just then, Iris' phone rang. After glancing at the caller ID, her hardened expression instantly softened. Instinctively, she turned her back to me and answered the call. "Hello? What's wrong? What? Are you bleeding?"A man's muffled groans might've come from the other end of the line, and her expression immediately tightened with anxiety. "Alright, alright, stay there. I'm coming over right now!"After hanging up, she turned around and said, "A major client from the company was involved in a car accident. I have to go deal with it right now. You should hail a cab and take Flynn to the hospital on your own." "Iris, your son's dying!" I clutched her sleeve. "Who could possibly be more important than your own son's life?""What the hell do you know? If we lose this client, our whole family's going to starve!" Iris forcefully shook my hand off and rushed out the door without a single backward glance. Gritting my teeth, I cradled my semi-conscious son in my arms. Without putting on s

To be honest, this wasn't the first time I had met Tristan. Last year, he'd attended Iris' company's annual gala as Amelia Lovelace's assistant.Initially, I hadn't suspected a thing about his relationship with Ms. Lovelace until I bent down to pick something up from under the table and accidentally witnessed her brushing her high heel against Tristan's leg. Instead of pulling away, he actually leaned closer toward her. At that moment, I knew their relationship was far more than just that of a boss and subordinate. However, I wasn't sure if Iris realized that her boy toy was playing both sides of the fence. After sending that text, I remained hidden behind the fire door in the stairwell. Not long after, the young woman from earlier and the deliveryman walked out of the apartment one after the other. While he was on his way out, the deliveryman muttered, "The rich sure are particular, paying double the fees just to install an air conditioner. That woman is certainly generous to t

It worked. I let out a breath of relief and felt the weight lift off my shoulders. Listening to the cacophony of the man's wailing and the woman's bloodcurdling screams ringing out from inside, I didn't linger any longer. I turned and strode away from that filthy place. …Late that night, I brought Flynn home from the hospital after his condition had finally stabilized. Looking at the red rash on my son's face, which had yet to fade, I felt heartbroken. The chemical powder that vicious bastard, Tristan, had placed in the air conditioner had very nearly taken my son's life. I swore I would never let this debt go unpaid. I heard the almost imperceptible sound of the front door being unlocked at 3:00 am. The door opened, and a pungent, metallic smell of blood wafted into the room. I sat in the dark living room, quietly watching as Iris hobbled into the house. With the way she looked now, she could only be described as a total wreck. Her bespoke suit had been shredded into tatte

After returning home, I immediately dug out the spare phone Iris had left behind. Even though she had been incredibly cautious, I still managed to find screenshots of her transfers to Tristan and her luxury purchases in her hidden photo album. Altogether, it added up to more than a million dollars. This was marital property. I sorted the evidence into categories and printed it into a formal dossier. Then, I called Ms. Lovelace once again. "Hello, who is this?" Ms. Lovelace sounded a little irritated on the other end of the line."Hello, Ms. Lovelace. This is Iris' husband, Dylan," I introduced myself calmly. "I was the one who sent you that anonymous text message at Quantum Heights the other day."Her breath caught for a split second. Then, she instantly sounded wary. "What exactly are you trying to do?""Ms. Lovelace, I'm calling to let you know that the penthouse at Tower A of Quantum Heights was bought in full by Iris as a gift for her side piece.""What?" Her voice rose a