Pillow Man: My Wife's Secret

After three years of marriage, I never doubted my wife. She wears pure cotton underwear and goes to bed before ten o'clock. Even a suspender skirt is not dignified. Everyone said she was a good wife. But that night, I picked up a pair of black lace panties next to the bathroom trash can. Not hers. It's so thin and transparent that you can see the outline of your fingers in the hollow pattern. She smelled of strange perfume, there were strange red marks on her inner thighs, and she secretly deleted her WeChat chat history late at night. I asked her and she said: "You are overthinking." I started investigating and found out that she wasn't just cheating on me - her list of "clients" was getting longer and longer, ranging from architects to entrepreneurs, from business owners to... Some big shot I dare not name. Her best friend is "Mama-san", she has always had a crush on me and wants to ruin her marriage. Her colleagues were bribed to frame me and take indecent videos of me. I proposed divorce, but she refused to agree. When I went to the Civil Affairs Bureau, she repented on the spot and falsely accused me of cheating and domestic violence. Her relatives took turns coming to borrow money, but they refused to pay it back and even scolded me for being heartless. I hired a lawyer and found out she was transferring property. I decided not to tolerate it anymore. I want her to leave the house clean, my best friend to go to jail, and that big shot to fall. Even if you have to deal with other women, even if you have to pay the price of your body. This is an ordinary husband's way of fighting back.