The day I Uncovered My Wife's Secret Affair, I Turned My Grief into Ruthless Revenge

At my birthday party, we played Truth or Dare, where the loser had to call a friend of the opposite sex and say, "I am pregnant."

Right in front of everyone, Rosy Gibson dialed a contact saved as 'Husband.'

The next second, her childhood sweetheart's phone rang. That man was shocked on the spot. "What kind of joke is this? We always use protection, don't we?"

Hearing that, my wife quickly explained, "Oh my gosh, what nonsense are you talking about? I was just joking. If this were true, my husband would kill me!"

She then hung up and started acting cute with me. "Honey, how could Anthony be even better at joking than I am! You wouldn't buy a meat grinder in the middle of the night just for a silly joke, would you?"

I glance at Anthony, then my icy gaze falls on my wife's belly. "I would."

My gesture made Rosy fall silent for a second. "I was joking with you! Can't you tell?"

After that, I smashed the wine bottle, clenching the shards in my fist with a cold sneer. "But I wasn't joking with you."

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The sound of the shattering glass made everyone at the table freeze in place.

Rosy didn't seem to have heard my last words, but she instinctively stood up, blocking my cold glare toward Anthony. "Honey, it's your birthday and we finally got everyone together. What's going on?"

"I'm giving you a chance to explain," I offered.

That woman suddenly lost her patience and swept my birthday cake onto the floor. "Explain what? It's just a game. What's there to explain? You insist on making a scene, huh? Does this make you happy?"

Rosy had always managed to stay composed, even in the midst of a crisis. Yet this time, when I was merely testing her, she reacted so erratically.

Wasn't this a typical case of anger and humiliation caused by a guilty conscience?

Although it's almost inevitable for the birthday person to end up with cake smeared on them during the final part of the party, the sticky sensation on the top of my feet at this moment made me feel sick.

Noticing my disheveled state, Anthony couldn't even suppress the smirk at the corner of his mouth.

After cheering loudly, he called everyone over to play with the cake, as if everything that had just happened was really nothing more than a joke.

He was the first to scoop cream from the floor and smear it on my face. "Hans, it's just a nickname. I've been calling Rosy 'Wife' for over a decade. You're not going to get jealous over a nickname, are you?"

Then he provocatively put his arm around Rosy's neck and said intimately, "Wife, say something!"

Rosy only smiled indulgently before dabbing cake on the tip of his nose. "Stop it! I'll change the name right now! You should change it too! Otherwise, my husband will be so jealous!"

Anthony, however, wasn't having it. "Huh? What's there to change? Hans has always been generous, not the petty person you make him out to be!"

"Plus, having 'Wife' as a nickname helps me get rid of so many annoying girls who chase after me. It's super convenient! Hans, you can understand my need to avoid being constantly bothered, right?"

Rosy shot me a glance before answering on his behalf. "Fine, I'll change mine. You can keep yours, you've been calling me that for over a decade anyway."

The two of them tacitly avoided the topic of pregnancy, skillfully linking my bottle-smashing outburst with that contact's nickname.

I couldn't help but laugh.

Jennifer Jackman, who had suggested playing this game, was now somewhat sober. With a blushing face, she tried to coax me. "Hans, I just suggested playing such a mean game because I was drunk. If you're still mad, take it out on me!"

I smiled and shook my head. "Why would I be angry with you?"

Actually, I should thank her for suggesting a game that helped me uncover the unusual connection between Rosy and Anthony.

Seeing I wasn't upset, everyone instantly relaxed. But then, Anthony even began recounting the past with smug satisfaction. "Hans, that nickname is from over ten years ago. Back then, Rosy would constantly make me call her 'Wife.' She even changed the nickname on my contact herself."