My Wife Sacrificed Me for Her Assistant
My wife had called me in the middle of the night with a hint of drunkenness in her voice. She admitted to having too much to drink and asked me to come get her.
I hurried to the private club she mentioned, only to find myself having to change into a bathrobe as soon as I got there.
Surrounded by a group of wealthy women in their fifties, they playfully flirted and teased me relentlessly.
Suddenly, a few of them pounced, pushing me to the ground and demanding I crawl like a dog. Despite the humiliation, my main concern was still my wife's wellbeing.
Hours passed before she finally showed up, disheveled, supported by her male assistant, looking at me with a cold smirk.
It was then that the truth hit me. This whole situation was a scheme she had orchestrated to please him.
My anger rising, I called and spoke through gritted teeth, "Three days. I want every single business under the Spencers wiped out."