The One Beside Me: My Wife's Secret

In our three years of marriage, I never once doubted my wife.

She wore cotton underwear, went to bed before ten, and thought even a sundress was too revealing. Everyone said she was a good wife.

But one night, I found a pair of black lace panties by the bathroom trash can. They weren't hers. They were so sheer they were almost transparent, and the outline of a finger showed through the openwork lace.

She smelled of unfamiliar perfume. Strange red marks appeared on her inner thighs, and she secretly deleted her WeChat messages late at night. When I asked her about it, she said, “You're imagining things.”

I started investigating and discovered she hadn't just betrayed me. Her list of “clients” kept growing, from architects to entrepreneurs, from company owners to... one powerful figure whose name I didn't dare mention.

Her best friend was a madam who had always been in love with me and wanted to destroy her marriage.

Her colleague had been bribed to frame me, even filming an indecent video of me.

I asked for a divorce, but she refused at all costs. When we went to the civil affairs bureau, she changed her mind on the spot and accused me of cheating and domestic violence.

Her relatives took turns showing up to borrow money, never paying it back and even calling me heartless.

I hired a lawyer and discovered she was moving assets out of my reach.

I decided I wouldn't put up with it anymore. I would make sure she left with nothing, send her best friend to prison, and bring that powerful figure down.

Even if it meant making deals with other women, even if I had to pay with my own body.

This is the story of an ordinary husband fighting back.