He Sent Me to Learn From His Paid Mistress

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For three years, my boyfriend Arthur had repeatedly suggested we live together, and I'd always declined.

Now that we were engaged, I asked him if he wanted to move in. But he said:

It's not really convenient. There's a woman living at my place.

I froze. What?

He sighed, a frustrated sound.

You're not even willing to satisfy my most basic intimate needs. What am I supposed to do?

"I'm not a saint. If you can't give it to me, I'll find another woman."

"She's just a casual arrangement. I pay her daily, and she takes care of my needs."

"You're completely inexperienced in this area. Maybe you can talk to her; she knows all my preferred positions..."

Seeing my silence, he continued:

"Learn well, and I'll see what kind of surprise you can give me on our wedding night."

Faced with such a shameless demand,

I pulled out my phone and quickly sent a message to the wedding planner:

[Wedding canceled.]

I hadn't told him that I'd bought the spacious condo he'd been eyeing.

To surprise him, I'd spent the last year working tirelessly, securing several major clients and crushing two years of company KPIs into a single one.

As soon as I received my bonus, I bought the apartment.

I'd even secretly spent almost six months renovating it, all without his knowledge.

This week, I'd meticulously decorated the bedroom, just waiting for today, when he and I would move in together.

It was meant to celebrate our upcoming new chapter in life.

I even had the agreement to add his name to the property deed ready, just waiting for us to get married.

Thinking back to how I'd just asked to move in together, Arthur put an arm around my waist:

"How about you buy a maid outfit? I'd love that!"

I subtly shifted my body, avoiding his touch.

Arthur didn't notice at all; instead, he excitedly pulled out his phone:

"I also like nurse uniforms. Can you get both?"

"Look at Eve's uniform temptation C isn't it absolutely divine?"

I stared intently as he opened a secret photo album on his phone, an album I'd never seen before.

Inside, it was filled with countless photos of that girl named Eve.

Maid outfits, nurse uniforms, sailor uniforms...

Everything imaginable.

Even I, a woman, felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Let alone Arthur, a hot-blooded man.

But for some reason, I felt like this woman looked familiar.

As if I'd seen her somewhere before.

Before I could think it through, Arthur's gulping sound interrupted my thoughts.

To cover his awkwardness, he continued to scroll through their intimate photos.

All of them were taken after he'd told me "goodnight."

It was laughable that I used to think it was incredibly self-disciplined for a grown man to go to bed early and wake up early every day.

I'd even secretly rejoiced at finding a man who shared my routine.

But I never imagined his night life was so rich.

So rich that for three years of our relationship, he was cheating with other women every single night.

He even kindly explained the bizarre sex toys in the photos that I'd never seen before:

"Karen, these are game-changers! When Eve's on her period, we just switch things up."

"Let me tell you, women, they should be classy during the day, and wild in bed at night."

His phone suddenly vibrated.

A payment alert popped up.

Only then did I realize that the 0-00,000 monthly salary he'd told me about was a lie.

He nervously swiped away the $32,000 payment notification and rubbed his nose:

"Um, Karen, listen to me. Eve was a virgin when she started with me, $800 a night, a total steal."

"I found her for your own good, too. You have no idea how many diseases you can catch from streetwalkers; you could easily get an STD."

"But Eve is different. She's a clean girl I carefully selected. She's not only diligent and eager to learn, but also thoughtful and understanding. When we get married, she'll move out on her own."

$800 a night, without a single day off.

That meant at least $24,000 spent on Eve each month.

No wonder he always told me his salary wasn't enough, and he couldn't afford a bigger apartment.

Turns out, it was all going to other women.

After three years of cheating like this, he actually had the audacity to claim he was "clean."

He once swore to my mom:

"Don't worry! I'll cherish Karen, love and protect her, and work hard to give her the best of everything!"

Yet the total amount he spent on me each month was less than a fraction of what he paid Eve.

I looked at the familiar face before me, unable to believe this was the man I'd loved for three years.

I loved him purely for who he was, for how he treated me, for his self-discipline and clean living, and for respecting my wish to not have sex before marriage.

I thought that because he accepted no premarital sex, he would never betray me.

But I never imagined that he had been betraying me since the first time I refused sex.

Thankfully, it wasn't too late.

To show his apology, Arthur transferred his entire paycheck to me.

I almost clicked 'decline.'

But then he gave me a number.

"We're getting married soon; you should start seriously learning some essential bedroom skills."

"This is Eve's SnapChat. Add her, and learn from her."

"Once you've mastered various sex techniques, I'll hand over all my salary!"

"I'm really looking forward to your surprise!"

Before I could refuse, he had already called Eve, suggesting they have dinner together.

It wasn't until we arrived at the restaurant that I truly realized he wanted the three of us to eat together.

His objective was for me to learn from Eve how to please him.

I immediately exploded:

"Arthur, do I look like some cheap tramp to you? If she wants to sell herself, that's her business, but don't you dare bring that trash near me!"

He, however, became even angrier, frowning in disbelief:

"What? I'm giving you money to learn how to please me, and you're refusing?"

"Eve's even willing to teach you for free. You should be paying for this dinner, and you're cursing at me?"

Eve, with her 'no-makeup makeup' and innocent look, quickly reached out to smooth the frown between his eyebrows.

She started soothing him in a sweet, soft voice:

"Arthur, don't be so harsh on Karen! It's normal for her to be a bit reserved at first. You need to be more patient with her, just like you guided me in the beginning..."

Those loaded words made Arthur's face turn crimson.

Just as I thought he was about to kiss Eve, he suddenly ushered her out of the private room.

A wave of unease washed over me, and I wanted to leave too.

But Arthur grabbed my hand:

"Karen, I can't wait any longer. Can we?"

Sensing his unusual arousal, I angrily picked up the iced soda from the table and dumped it right over his head.

To my surprise, he just chuckled playfully:

"Karen, are you shy? Or, are you jealous?"

"And you know what? You're actually pretty cute when you're jealous!"

I couldn't take it anymore. I raised my hand and slapped him.

"Jealous? Hell no! I must have been out of my mind to ever fall for a disgusting jerk like you! You're trash! We're done!"

Arthur covered his rapidly reddening, swollen face, but instead of anger, his eyes filled with excitement:

"That's a strong slap. Even better than Eve's! It really gets me going!"

Hearing his vulgar words, my stomach churned.

Seeing me keep dry heaving, Arthur stopped joking around and looked at me with concern:

"Karen, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I'll take you to the hospital right away!"

I pushed him away:

"Get lost!"

"Don't touch me!"

Only then did he understand that I was repulsed by him.

He looked at me with a pained expression, his eyes turning red:

"Karen, don't you love me anymore?"

"I'm willing to tell you all my secrets. Why don't you believe me?"

As if remembering something, he immediately booked an appointment at a hospital.

"If you don't believe me, I'll go get a blood test right now! I guarantee I'm completely clean!"

He actually thought that as long as he didn't have an STD, he was "clean."

How ridiculous!

I took a deep breath and told him, word for word:

"Arthur, in my eyes, you are absolutely filthy!"

He froze, his eyes wide, and swore to the heavens:

"Eve is an innocent college girl, clean and obedient. I couldn't possibly be dirty."

I quickly refunded the $3,200.

"Whether you're dirty or not, it has nothing to do with me anymore! You and I, we're completely done from now on!"

Seeing that I wouldn't even take the money and was determined to break up with him, a sudden panic gripped him.

He grabbed my arm and rushed out of the private room, telling Eve, who was waiting at the door, to come to the hospital with us.

All the way there, he and Eve swore oaths together:

"Karen, once the blood test results are out, you'll know I wasn't lying to you."

At the hospital, he frantically urged Eve to get her blood drawn with him.

But unexpectedly, Eve fainted before she even got to the blood draw station.

Arthur instinctively caught her in his arms and rushed her to the emergency room.

Half an hour later, the doctor came out with the test results and congratulated him:

"Sir, your girlfriend is pregnant. Congratulations, you're going to be a father!"

Arthur froze, looking at me with panic:

"Karen, listen to me. The doctor must have made a mistake! I always used protection; there's no way..."

The doctor looked at him, then at me, and instantly understood that the story of the three of us wasn't simple.

She gave me a sympathetic glance before coldly addressing Arthur:

"Mr. Arthur, a urine test can sometimes be inaccurate, but a blood test won't lie."

Arthur's lips trembled as he reached out to grab me.

I raised my hand and slapped him across the other side of his face:

"Scumbag!"

"We're done!"

Arthur took the slap, lowering his head to apologize:

"Karen, give me ten minutes. I'll fix everything right now."

He took a deep breath, looked up, and asked the doctor to schedule an abortion, then walked into the emergency room.

Moments later, I heard Eve's cries from the room:

"Arthur, I don't want your money, no matter how much you give me..."

How Arthur chose to deal with that child was no longer my concern.

I picked up my bag and headed straight home.

But unexpectedly, as soon as I lay down, the doorbell rang.

"Karen, I want to keep this baby."

"Please... please don't force me to have an abortion..."

Hearing Eve's cries, I simply pretended I couldn't hear.

But she cried even louder, drawing the attention of the neighbors.

And when they pressed her for answers, she shamelessly claimed I was her sister, forcing her to get an abortion.

The unsuspecting neighbors immediately started banging wildly on my door for her.

I was furious. I opened the door, ready to kick them out.

Only to find her kneeling on the ground.

"Karen, I truly love Arthur. Please don't break us up, okay?"

I pulled out my phone, intending to show the neighbors my photos with Arthur.

But Eve, with no shame, directly showed them intimate photos of herself and Arthur.

Compared to my tasteful photos with Arthur from various public events, Eve's intimate shots were clearly more convincing.

Most importantly, in the background of her photos, there was Arthur's family picture.

Anyone could see they were living together.

The neighbors looked at me with disdain:

"Stealing your sister's man, are you shameless?"

"What right do you have to force someone to abort their baby?"

"We're watching you today. Let's see if you dare to act arrogant!"

I couldn't stand it anymore and called Arthur.

He arrived quickly. Seeing Eve kneeling before me, his face immediately darkened.

He rushed over, pulled her up, and cradled her in his arms, immediately checking her all over.

When he saw her knees were red and swollen, he immediately started yelling at me:

"Karen! You've gone too far!"

"Why are you doing this to Eve?"

The neighbors added fuel to the fire, exaggerating how I'd bullied Eve.

My vision blurred with rage, but I forcefully held it in and coldly asked Arthur:

"Tell everyone, before today, whose boyfriend were you?"

Arthur's gaze swept over the staring neighbors but lingered on my face, full of hesitation.

But it didn't stop him from speaking:

"I am Eve's boyfriend."

"You have no right to force her to abort our child."

At his words, Eve's tear-filled eyes showed a hint of triumph and provocation.

"Arthur, don't blame her. I know she just loves you too much, and my kneeling wasn't sincere enough..."

Hearing Arthur's direct admission, an angry neighbor went back inside and grabbed a tray of eggs, forcefully throwing them at me.

The eggs shattered on my forehead, face, and clothes, making me feel nauseous from the stench.

Eve quickly raised her hand to stop the others who were still condemning me:

"Everyone, please don't make things difficult for my sister. She has her own difficulties."

With that, she tugged on Arthur's sleeve:

"Let's go inside and talk, Arthur. Don't make things hard for my sister."

Arthur, without a word, scooped Eve up bridal style and pushed his way into my apartment.

The neighbors wanted more drama, but Arthur apologized to the crowd:

"It's a family matter, and we appreciate your discretion!"

Arthur discreetly handed some cash to a few of the louder ones, and the crowd quieted, though before leaving, several spat viciously in my direction.

I looked up at the security camera overhead, for now swallowing all the bitterness.

Inside, I ignored the two clinging to each other and went straight to wash the grime off my face.

Then I pulled out my phone to call the police.

Before I could speak, Arthur snatched my phone and smashed it on the floor:

"Karen! Haven't you caused enough embarrassment? Are you not ashamed?"

"I told you I'd handle everything. Why are you forcing Eve?"

I retorted with a sneer:

"I'm forcing her?"

He immediately pulled out his phone and showed me a screenshot of a message Eve had sent him.

"You threatened to expose her dirty secrets, making her lose her college degree. How could you become so malicious?"

I looked at the anonymous text and found it laughable.

No wonder he arrived so quickly; it was Eve's setup.