I Started Suspecting My Wife (6)
That whole day, I didn't get out of the car. My phone rang several times from her, but I didn't pick up. Texts piled up, full of her worried voice asking if I'd eaten lunch, where I was. But I couldn't respond to any of it. I just stared blankly at her image on the phone screen, over and over.
I replayed the videos countless times. Maybe I saw it wrong. Maybe she's not my wife—just someone who looks eerily like her. I clung to that faint hope. But the more I watched, the more it shattered. The mole under her eye, the way her lips curved when she smiled, her unique gestures. Everything proved it was her—Lee Yu-na, my wife, beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Yet no conclusion came. The more I watched, the deeper I sank into confusion. My wife's ugly, repulsive past. A side of her I'd never imagined. Faced with that shocking truth, I had no idea what to do.
Aah... maybe I'm just being too sensitive. I tried to force that thought. Yeah, everyone has a past they want to hide. No one's perfect. I haven't told her everything about myself either. Lying about having little experience with women, when I'd actually watched quite a bit of porn... Of course, compared to her past, those were trivial, not even worth mentioning.
But still... this was too much. A deep sigh escaped me. Dozens of men, regardless of race, bodies intertwined. And she even recorded it, sold it for money. Could that really be brushed off as a "past she wanted to hide"?
What bothered me even more was that she was still in contact with that guy, Miles. This morning's call replayed in my mind. She seemed to want to end it, but she crumbled so easily to his temptation. She even masturbated to whatever he sent— this wasn't just the past. It might be ongoing.
I'm going crazy... Thousands of thoughts clashed in my head. Should I rush home and confront her, demand answers? Or quietly hand her divorce papers?
Divorce. The word made my heart sink. It wasn't easy. She was my whole world. Always hugging me warmly, comforting my exhaustion. Imagining the world's most lovable wife vanishing from my life overnight made my head throb.
Could I even handle life without her? No, I couldn't endure it. Before her, my life was colorless. Drifting through days, sleeping without meaning. But after meeting her, my world filled with brilliant light and happiness. Her laughter brightened everything; in her warm embrace, I finally felt alive.
Life without her was unimaginable. Better to die than return to that gray world.
But overlooking this... it was too big. Not a simple past mistake. It was deception, betrayal. How could she say she loved me while hiding such a horrific past? And how could she still contact that man from her past, deceiving me?
"Haa... fuck."
I banged my head against the steering wheel, groaning. My mind felt like it would explode. Then my phone vibrated in my pocket. Her name on the screen, with a desperate message.
I let out a deep sigh and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat. Seeing her worried text stung my heart. But rage boiled over too. Her worrying about me felt repulsive. Excited while talking to another man...
Maybe I never really knew her. The woman I loved was just a tiny fraction of her many faces. That's why I kept digging for more videos—to see the real her, even through that ugly, filthy past.
But what I couldn't understand was this bizarre excitement rising amid the fury and betrayal. My wife, who I'd thought was the purest, gentlest woman alive, was actually a slutty bitch who'd serviced countless men. It enraged me to madness... yet it aroused me too.
Watching her submit, beg, and break before other men—especially superior black men with massive cocks far beyond mine... Why was I fiddling with myself in my pants?
What the hell is this immoral thrill? Haa... I didn't even know what I was thinking. Was my head broken? Or was I a pervert like her?
Furious at her betrayal, yet sexually thrilled by it—what the hell was I?
"For now... let's go inside."
I muttered. "Worrying here won't solve anything."
I decided to head home. Nothing would change by agonizing in the car.
Hours had passed since her husband left the apartment. The clock's minute hand seemed to crawl, yet it had already spun more than three full circles. Evening sunlight flooded the living room, then faded to red twilight. Outside, dusk was settling.
Yu-na couldn't sit on the sofa anymore. She paced anxiously, glancing at the front door.
He said he was just going for a walk... Just to clear his head. But no contact. Calls ignored, texts unanswered. Her heart pounded with unease. What if he had an accident? The world's dangerous. Wild thoughts raced.
But deep down, another anxiety crept in. Maybe his sudden outing and silence stemmed from that call at dawn.
Haa... Miles... She bit her lip. Why call so suddenly in the early morning? She'd told him a million times: no calls, only DMs, no matter what.
He was her darkest, most buried past—evidence of shameful depravity she never wanted her husband to know. Back then, she wasn't right. Lost in pleasure, she'd abandoned all human dignity. Nothing like the dutiful wife, Lee Yu-na, she was now.
N-No way he figured it out...? She shook her head. Impossible. No way for him to know. Her past self looked, spoke, and carried herself completely differently. Plus, she thought he had little interest in porn. Innocent and clumsy in that department.
Sure, as a guy, he'd seen vanilla stuff. But her extreme, hardcore videos? No way. He couldn't handle that intensity. Even in bed, she always had to seduce and lead the cute guy.
But his sudden change worried her. This morning's cold gaze. Normally, her charms melted his fatigue, but today he was distant, like a stranger.
Thinking back, odd vibes had been there. During that documentary about lions—when she said the weak naturally get culled—he looked shocked. Did she slip up? Or had he found her hidden dildo? Was he starting to suspect?
Aaaah, driving me crazy... Her mind tangled. Either way, disaster. No way he'd really found out, right? Overheard her moaning excitedly to Miles while he slept?
Her blood ran cold. Horrifying just to imagine. She collapsed onto the sofa, covering her face with both hands.
Please, please no.
How much time passed? Just as anxiety choked her—
Click. The front door lock disengaged, shattering the silence.
Yu-na sprang up like a coiled spring, staring at the entrance. The door creaked open, and he finally appeared.
"H-Honey...!"
Relief and joy in her call. But his face froze her. Pale as a ghost, etched with exhaustion and worry. And that glance—watching her warily, almost glaring.
"Ah..."
Any fool could see: her husband knew her past.