My wife, Luna Collins, always had blood in her urine.

But she never let me go with her to the hospital.

On her birthday, I secretly went to the hospital to pick her up.

I walked in on her in the clinic, her clothes pulled up to her chest.

"Be gentle," she said.

The doctor's hand, holding a stethoscope, was inside her bra.

"Wait a second, since when did blood in the urine affect the chest?"

...

Through the gap, I could see Luna's back blocking the doctor's face. Her clothes were lifted, her pale skin framed by thin black straps. I could only see his hand moving with the stethoscope in front of her.

I thought about pulling out my phone to take a picture, but Luna suddenly gasped and threw herself into his arms.

Suspicion gnawed at me. This didn't seem like a check-up; it felt more like flirting.

I overheard the doctor whisper something, but I couldn't make it out.

Just then, a nurse approached me from behind, about to knock on the door, and I quickly stepped aside.

"Ms. Collins always takes an hour every time she's here. There's a line outside," the nurse complained.

"Yeah, we've been waiting forever," someone in the waiting room chimed in.

The nurse knocked softly on the door.

After a while, Luna finally came out, looking flustered.

But I noticed a sly glint in her eyes.

"Luna, I..."

The moment she saw me, she frowned and cut me off.

"Didn't I tell you not to come with me? This place is full of women. You're a man. It's so awkward for everyone else!"

I didn't even have a chance to ask her anything before she stormed off.

The waiting patients were all whispering and staring at me.

"Ugh, the doctor said she's got an infection. No bedroom stuff for her."

She turned away, sounding irritated, and skillfully kept her distance from me.

But all I wanted was to hold her and sleep next to her.

I'd always wanted a child, but her condition never seemed to improve.

After what I saw at the hospital today, the more I thought about it, the angrier I got as a man.

Her explanation was, "Since when does a doctor need your permission to do his job? And doctors don't see gender. If you're going to start doubting me, we might as well end this marriage!"

She was so self-righteous, and her words left me completely confused.

I switched to asking about her health and requested to see her medical records, but she lashed out, saying she got sick because of marrying me.

But we hardly ever had sex, and I was perfectly healthy during our premarital checkups. Every time we did it, we took precautions.

And that doctor, Jayden Stewart. His name was the same as her ex's. He just didn't look quite the same.

I could only console myself that she was sick and emotionally unstable.

I took the day off, spent the whole afternoon cooking her favorite dishes, and used my entire paycheck to buy her a designer bag to make up for her birthday.

A thought suddenly struck me when I looked at the black ribbon on the package.

Yesterday at the hospital, she was definitely wearing lingerie!

Before, I had asked if she'd wear something like that for me, and she blew up at me, giving me the silent treatment for a week, saying I was disgusting and treating her like some cheap woman.

I apologized, but what man doesn't want to see the sexy side of the woman he loves?

I'd seen those styles a hundred times. There was no way I was mistaken.

Her coldness toward me over the years had been obvious. She definitely wasn't wearing that for me.

I scrolled through our chat history. It was mostly me sending multiple texts, followed by her short, distant replies.

I had loved her for five years, but ever since we got married, she had been hot and cold with me.

Just then, a new message from her popped up.

It was a mirror selfie of her in lingerie, with a man's arm wrapped around her waist from behind. The pose was so bold that I almost didn't recognize her.

I hit save, but she retracted it a second later.

[Just now, a colleague took my phone for a dare. Someone's birthday tonight, so we'll hang out a bit after dinner. Honey, don't forget to take your meds and go to bed early, okay?]

This was the longest message she had sent me lately.

But I wasn't mistaken. The woman in the photo was her, and the man was the doctor from earlier today.

I had seen how she loved Jayden.

I just didn't want to admit it. I thought she would eventually fall in love with me.

But my tolerance only made her push further.

She was probably with some guy right now. I thought of that doctor from earlier today.

My stomach cramped up again. Ever since we got married, I'd been working day and night, and it gave me a stomach ulcer.

I gave her all my salary and still found ways to surprise her with gifts.

But I wanted to give her one last chance.

[Luna, my stomach's acting up again. Can you come home and be with me?]

I bought a pack of cigarettes and smoked one after another.

She had once told me she hated the smell of smoke, so I quit for five years.

But even by 2 a.m., she still hadn't replied.

And the phone's GPS had been showing her location at a hotel five kilometers away.

Staring at the cold food on the table, I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh in the dark.

Back then, I was just a high school dropout with nothing but money and a house.

Jayden may have studied medicine, but her parents thought he was too poor and broke up their engagement.

She cried and begged me to go with her to abort his child.

That's when I started taking care of her in every way, indulging all her whims.

On countless nights, she'd mistakenly call me Jayden, but I ignored it, only holding onto her harder.

The day she agreed to marry me, I cried like a child.

Looking back at the past five years, she never once said she loved me.

I, Charles Lewis, have always been a firm believer in fairness.

When it came to Luna, I threw away all my principles. In the end, I was just her ATM.

"Since you won't give me what I deserve, I'll return it myself!

Playing the faithful wife at home but going wild when you see another man. You like thrills, huh?"

The next day, I installed cameras in the living room.

When she came home, she had dark circles under her eyes but somehow looked refreshed from the inside out.

After setting up the cameras, I pointed to the bag in the living room.

"For you, happy birthday!"

She had an awkward, apologetic smile, but the moment she saw the cameras, she frowned.

"Why did you install cameras?"

I packed my suitcase without even looking at her.

"Last night, after I went to the hospital, we had a break-in. It's for security."

"I think you're using security as an excuse. You just want to spy on me. Charles Lewis, you're such a freak!"

She tossed the bag aside and sat on the couch, pouting like a child.

I smirked. She took the bait.

"Then take them down. I've got a flight tonight for a business trip. I'll be back in a week."

I'd heard her strange excuses too many times before.

She used to say I wasn't attentive enough, so I changed.

But now, I told her I went to the hospital, and she's still accusing me of something!

She was surprised when I didn't try to comfort her.

I didn't want to play her games anymore, so I shut the door on her angry shouts.

I checked into the hotel across the street and immediately pulled out my phone to check.

As expected, she called that guy right away and put him on speaker. Her face showed a shyness I had never seen before.

"Baby, you know what? Charles is getting more and more disgusting. Do you know how hard it's been for me to stay faithful to you?"

"Ha! That fool thinks he's so devoted. His only talent is making money, but he can't even satisfy his wife. What kind of man is that?"

"Baby, why don't you come over tonight? He's away on a business trip for a week."

That voice was unforgettable. It was Jayden Stewart.

"What? Last night wasn't enough? The front desk said someone complained about the noise coming from our room."

Hearing this, she laughed flirtatiously and began unbuttoning her pants.

"But I miss you."

Suddenly, she looked at the camera, and the screen went black, losing signal.

I watched it all unfold, expressionless.

She couldn't seriously think she'd have a blissful week, could she?

But that camera was just for show.

The real ones were hidden in the living room speaker and by the bedside.

I switched the camera angle. She was bold enough to keep talking while her hand wandered down in the living room.

I hadn't touched her in nearly six months. Every time I had the urge, I dealt with it myself.

The goddess I'd protected for years was saving herself for someone else!

So, it turns out she wasn't without desire, just that it wasn't for me.

Watching her flushed face and her slipping neckline, I took a few screenshots of her full face for safekeeping.

The bold words on the other end of the line continued.

But the more I watched, the more she felt like a stranger. Was this really the woman I used to know?

"Do you think that poor fool would still see you as his innocent goddess if he saw you like this?"

I listened to their flirtatious banter.

In that moment, I realized how cheap she was. All her past vulnerability and sweetness had just been an act for me.

How many times had scenes like this played out behind my back?

My stomach ached again.

I got up and went to the pharmacy. She used to buy all my stomach medicine.

If not for this, I would've thought it was one of the few things she did to show she cared about me.

I bought two boxes of the same medication, but the shape and color of the pills were completely different from before.

The pharmacist said the medicine had never been reformulated.

A chill ran through me.

No wonder my stomach problems had been getting worse, and I'd been having lower back pain lately.

"Luna, you're not just trampling on my pride. You're trying to kill me, aren't you?"

I immediately went to the hospital for a full check-up. The results were just as I expected.

A guy who doesn't drink and barely smokes, and I ended up with kidney failure.

The doctor said that for someone my age and health, I wouldn't have developed this condition unless I'd been on harmful medication for a long time.

I thought about the leftover stomach pills at home. They were my best evidence.

I forced down my anger and headed up to the third floor.

On the way, I used Luna's details to book an appointment under Jayden's name.

Looking at the info on my phone, I realized Jayden wasn't even in gynecology. He was in plastic surgery.

I hadn't looked closely last time, but even though his nose and face had changed a bit, I still recognized him.