Betrayed, I Return as a Billionaire
My wife, Sandra Wren, had suggested taking our daughter, Annie, to a childcare center, saying that it would be better for our daughter. I didn't think much of it and handed her a card.
I went on a business trip for half a month. Watching the daily charges on my card, I felt nothing but satisfaction.
Until my best friend suddenly sent me a video. The location tag was at the childcare center.
"Dude. Why is your wife staying after class for 'extra lessons'? Is it more exciting in the classroom?"
In the video, Sandra's lace underwear hung around her ankles. The floor was littered with used condoms.
The tables in the childcare classroom creaked noisily.
I immediately called her.
On the phone, I could faintly hear her suppressed yet excited breathing. She said, slightly panting, "Honey, I'm flying a kite with Annie. Did you miss us?"
I let out a cold laugh.
"Yes. I missed you so much, I came back overnight. Which classroom are you in? I'll bring you condoms."