"Babe, my boss won't let you touch me. He’s going to check tomorrow." When my friend told me his wife wouldn't let him touch her, it completely shattered my worldview. He also told me that his wife’s boss had created a Snapchat group for his female employees. There were exactly twenty-four women in it. But when I saw the screenshot of that group, my heart stopped. Because the twenty-fourth woman in that group looked exactly like my wife! Two days ago, my childhood friend, Ford, and I were out having drinks when he told me the most bizarre story. He said he had tried to get intimate with his wife, Mandy, but she had ruthlessly rejected him. Her reason? Her boss had ordered her not to let her husband touch her. What’s crazier was that the boss checked them every single day. If any woman was caught being "unfaithful" to him with her own husband, there would be severe consequences. To be honest, this ridiculous story left me completely speechless. My moral compass was spinning out of control. Who in their right mind proudly stays chaste for a side piece in this day and age? Ford cried like a child, looking utterly miserable. "That boss is an absolute monster! She’s my wife! Why the hell can't I touch her?" "He already has over twenty female employees wrapped around his finger. Why is he still targeting my wife?!" As he spoke, he furiously pulled up his phone and showed me a screenshot of a Snapchat group chat. The content inside blew my mind. Those twenty-three women were chatting happily like a big family. And the moment their boss sent a message, they all replied in unison, calling him "babe" or "honey." Suddenly, my eyes locked onto one photo in the chat. My pupils contracted in sheer terror—the woman in that photo was my wife, Sophie! How was this possible? The women in this group were clearly the boss’s playthings. Why on earth was my wife in there? The photo had been posted by their boss, announcing a newcomer to the group: "This is Number 24. She’s your new sister. Welcome her." "Hi everyone, I’m Number 24. So glad to be part of this family." "I will do my best to serve the boss alongside all of you." There were no real names in the chat. Everyone was referred to by their numbers. The first woman to join was Number 1, and Sophie, being the latest, was Number 24. The chat log ended there. It was the last screenshot Ford had. I stared at that screenshot over and over, my face turning deathly pale, my heart sinking into a bottomless pit. I couldn’t hear a single word of Ford’s venting anymore. I hastily made an excuse, ran out, and drove straight home. I needed to get some answers from Sophie. But when I got home, the house was empty. I called her phone. It went straight to voicemail! Recalling the photo I had just seen on Ford’s phone, a terrible thought crossed my mind: Was Sophie at her boss’s house right now? Once a man starts doubting his wife's fidelity, the seed of suspicion grows like wildfire, driving him insane. I tried calling her every few minutes, but her phone remained turned off. It wasn’t until past nine in the evening that she finally walked through the front door. She was holding her lower back, her face exhausted. And on her neck, I could clearly see several dark red marks! At that sight, I clenched my teeth, fully convinced she had spent the entire day in her boss's bed. "Sophie! You had a pretty wild time with your boss today, huh? Coming home this late!" "Do you even care about this home? Do you even care about me?!" I roared. Sophie froze for a fraction of a second, her eyes instantly filling with panic. "Leo... what are you talking about? I don't understand." Seeing her play dumb, I let out a cold laugh and immediately pulled out the screenshot on my phone. "You don't understand? The evidence is right here. Do you understand now?!" "Take a good look! The woman in this photo is you, right? Number 24!" Seeing the screenshot, Sophie’s face drained of color. She started trembling, completely at a loss for words. "No, Leo! That’s not me! I’ve never joined a group chat like this!" "If... if you don’t believe me, look at my phone!" She quickly unlocked her phone and forced it into my hands. I snatched it and searched through every single app, but indeed, there was no trace of that Snapchat group. What was going on? Sophie asked cautiously, "Leo, where did you get this screenshot?" I frowned, thought for a moment, and told her about Ford's situation. Sophie immediately sighed in relief. "Leo, Mandy works at Vanguard Group, and I work at Skyline Enterprises. We don't even have the same boss. How could I possibly be in that group?" "This woman just looks a bit like me. Plus, with the heavy filters girls use on social media, she looks similar, but she's not me." I froze. She was right. Mandy worked at Vanguard Group, while Sophie was at Skyline Enterprises. They had completely different bosses. It didn’t make sense. A heavy weight lifted off my chest, but I still kept a cold face and pressed further: "Then why did you come home so late? And why didn’t you pick up my calls?" "And what the hell are those red marks on your neck?!"
Those obvious marks were impossible to ignore! Sophie said quickly: "Cassie invited me over to her place, but something went wrong on the way." "I got trapped in her apartment building's elevator. There was no cell service and no Wi-Fi. I was stuck there almost the whole day." She urged me to search the local news. Sure enough, I found a news report about an elevator malfunction in Cassie's neighborhood. It wasn’t fixed until past eight in the evening. It matched Sophie’s story perfectly. "And the red marks on my neck are just bug bites." She tilted her neck toward me, and I did see a few small bumps that looked like insect bites. No matter what loophole I pointed out, she had a perfectly logical explanation ready. She answered so smoothly, almost as if she had rehearsed it. Instead of clearing my doubts, this made me even more suspicious. Something was definitely wrong with Sophie! My gut was proven right that night. After Sophie stripped and fell asleep, I noticed something on her lower back, right above her tailbone. There was a number written in thick, indelible black marker. 24! I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white. I was about to explode with rage! This was no coincidence. Maybe a face could look similar, but there was no way in hell the number 24 was a coincidence! Sophie was indeed Number 24! Staring at that number, I gritted my teeth. Writing it on such an intimate part of her body was a blatant insult to me. It was a slap in the face. She was completely fearless, not caring if I found out, treating me like some weak pushover she could easily manipulate. A boss from another company? Why the hell did he think he could do this to me! Looking at the sleeping Sophie, I wanted nothing more than to drag her out of bed and scream at her. But I quickly forced myself to calm down. If I confronted her now, she would just throw another well-rehearsed excuse at me. It would be meaningless. I needed hard, undeniable evidence. Once I had it, I would cut her off completely! A cheating woman does not deserve to be my wife! The next morning, I hired a private investigator to track Sophie’s every move. Furthermore, I wanted to find out why Sophie, an employee of Skyline Enterprises, was in the group chat of the Vanguard Group's boss. What dirty secrets was she keeping from me? The private investigator kept me waiting for three excruciating days. Those three days were the worst days of my life. Sophie kept leaving early and coming home late. What made me even angrier was that every time she returned, she smelled of expensive cologne that wasn't mine, and her intimate belongings, like her pantyhose, were completely missing. It was obvious what she was doing out there. Yet, Sophie still lied straight to my face. Her excuses were so perfect that I couldn’t even find a way to argue back. Finally, on the third day, the private investigator called. He had dug up everything. Before telling me the details, he sent me a file and told me to watch the contents first. I connected the USB drive to my phone and opened the files. They were filled with videos. I clicked on a random one, and within seconds, my blood boiled. It was a video of Sophie cheating! And the man she was with was none other than Mandy's boss, Henderson! Then, the investigator closed that file and opened another video. It was another clip of Sophie being unfaithful. But when I saw the man in this video, my jaw dropped. It was Sophie’s actual boss, Chris. Sophie was sleeping with more than one man!
The private investigator's explanation finally put all the pieces of the puzzle together. As it turned out, Sophie’s first affair was with her direct supervisor, Chris. Chris and Henderson, the CEO of Vanguard Group, were longtime buddies. During a private party, Henderson laid his eyes on Sophie and wanted her. Chris was incredibly "generous." He literally packaged Sophie up and gifted her to Henderson like a piece of property. And just like that, Sophie naturally became Henderson’s plaything. Chris was still somewhat normal—he only wanted his female employees to sleep with him occasionally. But Henderson was a controlling freak, a complete psychopath. Once he slept with a woman, he absolutely forbade anyone else from touching her, not even her legal husband. He even hired a private medical team. Every day, he would gather his twenty-four female employees and have the medical team examine them one by one. If any woman was found to have had intercourse the night before, she would face brutal punishments. And these women didn't dare to fight back. In fact, they tried their best to please him. Not only because Henderson held serious dirt on them, but also because once they made him happy, the financial rewards he gave them were beyond imagination. These secrets were kept tightly under wraps. I only found out because I used every connection and dollar I had to dig up the truth. Knowing all of this made me want to vomit. I couldn't believe there were people this sick and twisted in the world. To satisfy his own sick desires, Henderson was playing with twenty-four women. That meant twenty-four families were being torn apart by this monster. And I was one of his victims! I’ve always been a decisive man. The moment I got the evidence, I drafted a divorce agreement. Infidelity once means you're out forever. I refused to let this green hat stay on my head for another second. When I threw the divorce papers in front of Sophie, she panicked for a second, but she quickly regained her composure and said coldly: "Well, Leo. It seems you found out." I glared at her with pure hatred. "Don't you dare call my name, Sophie!" "Selling your body and soul for a bit of cash, willing to be a plaything, being traded around like a piece of meat!" "I don't have a shameless whore for a wife!" "Sign these papers right now. We are done!" Sophie didn't even look at the papers. She grabbed them, tore them to shreds, and shook her head. "Divorce? Henderson said I'm not allowed to." Hearing this, I lost my mind. "He said you're not allowed to? Who the hell is he to decide?!" Sophie said righteously, "Because Henderson likes married women. He hates divorcees." "To keep him happy, I am absolutely not divorcing you." I pointed a shaking finger at her, my teeth grinding. "Look at yourself! How are you any different from a dog? You've completely thrown away your dignity for money!" Sophie let out a mocking laugh. "Dignity? How much is dignity worth? Can it buy me dinner?" "Leo, I know this is hard for you to swallow." "But we can make a deal. As long as you don't divorce me, I’ll give you one-third of all the money I get from Henderson." "If I remember correctly, you have a thirty-year mortgage on this house, right?" "If you cooperate with me, we can pay off your entire mortgage in less than two years. What do you think?" Her words hit me like a physical blow. To marry Sophie, I had taken out a massive loan to buy this house. After the down payment, I was saddled with a thirty-year mortgage. My monthly salary was barely enough, and sometimes my income was unstable. Every month, after paying the mortgage and bills, I could barely breathe from the financial stress. And now, the crushing thirty-year mortgage could be paid off in just two years... if I just tolerated my wife's affair? On one hand was my pride as a man; on the other hand was the brutal reality of life. I fell into a deep, painful struggle.
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