My wife had failed her driving test for two years straight. Fearing her disappointment, I showered her with even more love. Until one day, ten minutes before my shift, my clingy wife messaged me, saying she was off to driving school for a two-hour, focused practice session, meaning she'd be unreachable. To my surprise, on patrol, I spotted a illegally parked car. I turned on my body camera and approached to investigate. Just as I was about to tap on the window, the car began to rock. A woman's hand pressed against the glass. The engraving on the ring instantly caught my eye; it was the custom design I made for my wife. 1 In that moment, my mind seemed to cease functioning. I pulled out my phone and called her. It rang many times, but she didn’t answer. My eyes never left the vibrating car. After seeing the entangled figures inside, my hand unconsciously clenched into a fist. The woman in the car was fully indulging in seductive expressions, completely contrary to the demure woman I pictured my wife to be. Finally, the persistent ringing became too noisy, interrupting their passion. The instructor reached to turn off the phone, but Iris quickly stopped him. “No, I can’t turn off my husband’s call, or he’ll worry about me.” “Don’t say anything. I’ll just say a few words to him.” The instructor cursed under his breath, his face full of displeasure. “Damn useless man, always interrupting my fun.” Iris, covering his mouth with one hand, answered the call. “Hello! Hubby, we’ve only been apart for two hours and you miss me already?” Her familiar voice came through the partially open car window. My breathing quickened, as I desperately tried to control my emotions. After calming myself, I asked her, “Wifey, why did it take you so long to answer?” “Because I was practicing driving! I didn’t have time to answer!” “Alright, hubby, I have to hang up now, or the instructor will scold me again. Do you want to see the instructor scold me for wasting time?” Before I could speak, she said, “Love you, hubby,” and hung up. I don’t know what emotions to use to describe how I felt at that moment. I didn’t have the courage to confront them, because Iris and I had come through so much together. I also didn’t want to witness with my own eyes the girl I’d cherished in my heart lose her innocent and beautiful image. Just as my eyes were about to turn crimson, my colleague arrived. “Alex, what’s wrong?” I forced a bitter smile and shook my head. “Nothing, just got some sand in my eyes.” “Good to hear. Let’s go!” “That car up ahead is parked illegally. Look at how violently it’s shaking; I bet they’re up to no good in there.” Liam finished speaking, a slight smile on his lips, his eyes gleaming. “Let’s see who’s so bold.” He had already walked over, and I followed closely behind. As we got closer, a familiar moan of pleasure drifted from the slightly open car window. I clenched my fists tightly, on the verge of exploding with rage, when Liam abruptly rapped on the window. “Ahhh!” “Who the hell is that! So rude!” Startled, the man and woman inside quickly pulled apart. The instructor cursed, grabbing his jacket to cover Iris. When they saw it was traffic police, they quickly opened the car door, stopping the profanities on their lips. Iris avoided eye contact, hiding behind the instructor. “Sir, your car is illegally parked.” “You can’t park within fifty feet of an intersection. Besides points deducted, you’re also facing a fine…” Liam hadn’t finished speaking when he caught a whiff of alcohol. “Have you two been drinking?” As an instructor, he knew the implications of drinking and driving. Iris quickly looked up to defend him. “We didn’t drink and drive, we just… had a few drinks to liven things up.” “That’s right! It’s just some male fun, as a man, you should understand this kind of pleasure.” Liam’s face was serious. “Since you’ve both been drinking, you shouldn’t be driving. Get out; we’re impounding the car.” 2 No matter how unwilling Iris was, she had to comply. The moment she stepped out of the car, she almost shrieked. My back was so familiar to her. Her breathing became ragged, and she stood on edge like a startled bird. Just as she was about to call my name, the instructor scooped her into his arms. “Darling, let’s go!” “There’s a hotel nearby. We didn’t finish our fun earlier; we need to conclude our story!” Iris jumped down frantically, her face ghostly pale, her eyes glued to my back. The instructor followed her gaze, first freezing, then letting out a hearty laugh. “Don’t worry, it won’t be him. If it were, he would’ve already come to catch us.” Iris seemed relieved by his words, letting go of her apprehension. “You’re right! It wouldn’t be my husband.” “He should be home resting by now.” “Send him a message saying you won’t be home tonight, that you’re staying at your friend’s place!” Iris blushed and nodded, then sent me a message. Liam finished writing the ticket and handed it to the instructor. “A fine’s a fine! At least I have a beauty for company tonight.” Watching the two walk away, Liam sighed. “Whose wife is that? So shameless, cheating on her husband.” He didn’t know that I, standing right in front of him, was the husband of that cheating woman. I chose to swallow this ugly truth. Fortunately, Liam didn’t recognize Iris, otherwise the scandal of my wife cuckolding me would surely be known to all by tomorrow. Returning home, the first thing I saw as I entered was our wedding photo, once a source of happiness. I walked over, took it down, and smashed it to smithereens. Glass shards dug into my flesh, yet I felt no pain. My heart ached far more than my hand. Just then, my father called. With a bloody hand, I picked up the phone. Once connected, I found myself unable to organize my thoughts. My father, on the other end, didn’t notice anything amiss. Instead, he softened his usual commanding tone, speaking gently. “Alex, do you really love her that much? I found out her family has always been unhappy with you, feeling that a traffic police officer’s status is beneath her. I also found out her family are all snobs, opportunistic types who only care about money. That’s why I didn’t agree to you marrying her and insisted you hide your identity for a few years as a test!” “A woman like Jane Thompson, the Thompson heiress, is your proper match…” “Dad, I agree to marry her!” My words caused my father to freeze for a moment on the other end, his breathing quickening. “Give me three days. Once I’ve handled everything, I’ll come home for the arranged marriage.” After hanging up, I received a message from Iris: a photo of her and her best friend. It was her way of proving she wasn’t lying, meant to reassure me. But now, I realized she had been lying all along. These photos, she had arranged them beforehand. It suddenly dawned on me: had she been sleeping out every night, secretly meeting the instructor all along? No wonder… no wonder she hadn’t passed her driving test in two full years. It wasn’t a lack of ability, but a deliberate delay to create excuses for her affair. Standing on the rooftop, I smoked all night, the smoke stinging my eyes. The pitch-black night seemed to swallow me whole, leaving me nowhere to escape my despair. I thought our marriage, it was time for it to end. 3 Iris finally stumbled home the next afternoon, looking utterly exhausted. The moment she saw me, she became excitedly clingy, just like always, leaping into my arms, hooking her legs around my back, refusing to let go. “Hubby, did you miss me?” “It’s all Clara’s fault. She broke up with her boyfriend and couldn’t sleep without me, so I was afraid she’d do something rash if I didn’t stay with her.” “But I was also afraid I was neglecting my darling.” “Kiss!” Just as her lips, stained by the instructor’s kisses, were about to land on my face, I instinctively felt disgusted and pushed her away. Iris trembled violently, her entire face slowly turning pale. “H-hubby, what’s wrong?” As tears welled up in her reddening eyes, I took a deep breath. “Nothing, I just have a cold. I don’t want to infect you.” Hearing the word “cold,” Iris became instantly frantic. She rushed over, full of self-reproach and guilt, hugging me tightly again. “Hubby, I’m so sorry. It’s my fault for not taking good care of you.” “My own husband is sick, and I ran off to take care of my best friend.” “I’m not going anywhere today. I’ll stay home with you.” True to her word, Iris transformed into a caring wife, fussing over me. She personally fed me, told jokes to cheer me up, and if I so much as sneezed, she’d rush over frantically. Watching her make cold medicine for me in the kitchen, the warm sunlight catching her, I fell deep into thought. If only she hadn’t lied and cheated, we would have continued our life together. But behind the love, there were already countless scars. Even as she made my cold medicine, she was secretly sending flirtatious messages to the instructor. I didn’t know what he said, but her expression became restless, as if unsatisfied. After coaxing me to sleep, she quietly slipped out. I grabbed my jacket and followed close behind her, only to see her leap into the instructor’s arms from a distance. They kissed passionately, then tumbled into the bushes, letting the darkness conceal them. What she didn’t know was that I had already documented everything she did. After leaving with a heavy heart, I finally made up my mind to leave her. The third day was her mother’s birthday. Iris wanted me to go back with her to celebrate her mother’s birthday. The moment we entered, my mother-in-law’s face was filled with disdain. Even though I was carrying expensive gifts, she couldn’t change her disdain for me. Iris sweetly called out, “Mommy.” My mother-in-law’s expression softened considerably. Just then, my brother-in-law arrived with Iris’s driving instructor. “Sister, look, I’ve invited your instructor. You’re so bad at driving, you should get closer to the instructor. He’ll surely teach you well.” Iris’s eyes lit up when she saw the instructor, and the restlessness etched into her heart began to stir. The instructor also looked at her with burning eyes. My brother-in-law, smiling, led the instructor to my mother-in-law. “Mom, don’t underestimate him just because he’s an instructor. He’s quite wealthy! He has dozens of properties and eight figures in his bank account. Being an instructor is just a hobby for him.” The words had barely left his lips when my mother-in-law beamed. “I can’t believe you’re so accomplished at such a young age!” “Unlike some people, who only managed to become a traffic cop, with no ambition in life. How can someone like that support a family…” “Mom, I won’t allow you to talk about Alex like that.” Iris always defended me when she heard others insult me, especially when we were out. “Everyone has their own aspirations. What’s wrong with being a traffic cop?” “If he hadn’t saved me back then, I’d be dead on the highway.” My mother-in-law was about to say more when the instructor, playing the good guy, stopped the argument. “Madam, you’re so young and beautiful; I can’t even tell you’ve had children. You look more like Iris’s sister.” My mother-in-law was delighted by his flattery. She kept piling food onto his plate, offering him drinks, and subtly nudging Iris closer to him. If it were before, I would have been disheartened and sad. But not anymore, because I no longer cared. After dinner, my brother-in-law insisted on dragging me out for a walk. He had always been sarcastic towards me, so this couldn’t be simple.
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