Wait, I'm the Homewrecker Now?
Susanne Doyle, my wife who's a general manager, often travels to Havenport on business trips. When she comes home, she either has cuts on her mouth or bruises on her thighs.
Whenever I ask her about those injuries, she always claims that she accidentally tripped and fell after getting drunk.
On our third wedding anniversary, I find out that Susanne has already formed another family in Havenport.
At the moment, she's nestling into another man's arms, looking very alluring and seductive.
A few of her mentees sit around her and her beau as they start cheering on them. "Now that your fiance has accepted your marriage proposal, does that mean you're about to buy strawberry donuts to celebrate this occasion tonight, Susanne?"
The moment I hear the words "marriage proposal", I feel thunderstruck.
Susanne begins making out passionately with her new fiance, Stanley Quinn, the next moment. As I watch the loving scene unfold before my eyes, I feel as though my heart has just gotten dunked into icy waters.
At the doorway, I happen to bump into Stanley, the very same man who had embraced Susanne earlier. With Susanne's mentees flanking behind him, he drags me into the washroom before punching me in the face.
"Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you ogle my fiancee! Are you the one who has been harassing her through text messages?
"Here's a warning for you—Susanne is my lover! If I ever see you trying to pull any tricks on her, I'll show you a world of pain!"
Stanley then waves a hand. The other mentees begin roughing me up with punches and kicks.
"This is just a small warning for you."
He doesn't know that I'm Susanne's legal husband, much less the fact that I'm the sole reason behind her ability to snag the position as the general manager.