The Perfect Wife's Revenge

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My usually well-behaved son suddenly insisted on sleeping with me.

He wouldn't let his dad come near.

But my husband, Xavier, chose to indulge him, heading straight to the guest room that night.

For a full two weeks, he didn't return to the master bedroom.

At the time, I didn't think much of it, assuming he was spoiling our child too much.

Until one gathering

I arrived late because of something that came up and happened to overheard his conversation with his friends.

"Xav, last time your little side piece threw a tantrum and scratched your back bloody. How did your wife not notice?"

Xavier replied calmly:

"I used a little teddy bear to bribe our son into clinging to her at night as cover. I've been crashing in the guest room for the past two weeks."

"See? My back's just healed up, so I'm planning to move back to the master bedroom tonight."

His friends all chimed in, calling it a clever move.

Only I, standing outside the private room, felt a chill run through my entire body.

Soon after, another friend spoke up.

"Xav, your side piece is like a little firecracker. This time she scratched your back, but what if next time she scratches somewhere else?"

The words hung in the air, and the room went silent for a moment.

Then, it erupted in roaring laughter.

Even Xavier couldn't help laughing at his buddies' teasing.

"An occasional scratch on the back is part of the fun. If she scratches somewhere else... well, I'd be out of commission, and she'd be miserable too, right?"

Everyone let out an "Ooh" in unison.

Then someone else couldn't resist asking: "Your side piece throws fits every other day, always leaving marks on you."

"Are you gonna keep using your son as a shield? Aren't you worried your wife might get suspicious?"

The door to the private room was half-open, and through the crack, I watched Xavier inside.

Hearing that, he showed no guilt or fear.

Instead, he looked a bit smug, his eyes gleaming with hidden excitement.

"My wife Sophie is so innocent and straightforward. Plus, our son's acting skills are spot on. She'll just think he's being a bratty kid. How could she ever suspect I taught him?"

With that, he seemed to remember something.

The smile on his face faded for a second.

Then he scanned the group, his tone turning much more serious.

"You guys better not mention this to anyone at home. Sophie gets along well with your wives, and I don't want it slipping out."

The friend sitting next to Xavier nodded right away.

"Don't worry, we know the rules. We won't put you in a tough spot. After all, everyone knows how much you dote on your wife."

The conversation lightened up again, and Xavier smiled and nodded.

"You got that right. Sophie's the woman I love most in this world."

Someone in the crowd quickly followed up.

"And what about your side piece?"

"Her? She's spicy, exciting, the best bed partner I've got."

The room filled with laughter once more.

No one noticed

Outside the door, my face was deathly pale.

I never imagined Xavier would betray our marriage.

We were each other's first love.

Xavier and I met in high school.

We were desk mates for three years, going from mutual dislike at first to eventually falling for each other.

He always loved pulling pranks on me.

During nap time, he'd sneakily braid my hair into little pigtails while I was asleep.

In gym class, while I cooled off under a tree, he'd catch bugs and hold them out, claiming it was a surprise just to scare me.

I'd call him a jerk, and he'd retort, hands on hips, saying I was more like those docile little kittens in the pet store.

No matter how much you teased them, they wouldn't get mad.

Later on

The mischievous Xavier would chase away the punks harassing me.

When I bombed a test, he'd stay by my side, gently cheering me up.

Gradually, I stopped finding him annoying.

Instead, I started to like him a bit.

Teenage feelings are the purest, and luckily, it wasn't one-sided.

So, the summer after our SATs, we got together.

We'd hold hands and stroll through the city's alleyways. We'd kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel.

An ordinary life felt so romantic to us.

In college, we weren't at the same school.

But whenever Xavier had a free period, he'd cross half the city to see me, even if it was just for half an hour.

We even traveled together during breaks.

In cheap motels, we were like any other young couple experiencing first love.

The night scenery outside was beautiful as a painting, love felt as dazzling as the stars in the sky.

I gave myself to him completely.

Lost in the pleasure of love and pain.

I cried and made him promise never to betray me in this lifetime.

He kissed my lips softly.

Promising while doing so.

He'd never betray me, and he'd love me forever.

I was scared, of course.

But I believed we had a future.

Luckily, I won that bet.

Right after college, we met each other's families. Both sets of parents were thrilled and quickly set a wedding date.

We had a grand ceremony and became a real family.

The year after we married, I gave birth to our son, Zachary.

With our own child, things felt complete.

After I gave birth, Xavier went and got a vasectomy right away.

From then on

Our little family of three lived peacefully and happily.

Our friends envied me.

They'd say, "You and Xavier have such a stable relationship."

Because over the years, Xavier and I hardly ever argued.

Until today, when I heard his words with my own ears.

I realized there had been so many moments where he wasn't truly satisfied.

He'd always say:

"Sophie, why don't you ever get mad?"

"Why don't you yell at me? Even a little shout would do."

"Sophie, you're too well-behaved."

"I want to see you throw a fit. It's okay to be a bit fierce."

"..."

Every time he said that, I'd look at him in confusion.

Couples fight, it's normal.

But Xavier and I had no real disagreements in daily life. He was a family man, never thinking housework was just a woman's job.

He remembered every holiday better than I did, always surprising me with gifts.

He never let me suffer any grievances.

In every way, he was perfect.

And with my naturally gentle personality, facing such an ideal husband, I was happy every day. How could I possibly lose my temper?

Back then, I didn't understand the disappointment in his eyes.

A few times, I wanted to ask more.

But Xavier would always hug me first, kissing my brows tenderly.

"Sophie, I'm just worried that with your sweet temper, someone might take advantage of you."

I'd shake my head without thinking.

I'd tell him: "With you around, no one will bully me."

Besides, I was gentle, but that didn't mean I'd let anyone walk all over me.

Even without Xavier, I wouldn't be pushed around.

But only now did I suddenly realize.

Xavier wasn't worried about me getting bullied. He was trying to get some thrill from me.

He couldn't find it, so he cheated.

The vows of our youth still echoed in my ears.

What I thought was true love had an expiration date. After only seven short years, everything changed.

My heart ached so much it was hard to breathe.

Through the door crack, I looked at Xavier in the room.

His appearance hadn't changed much.

But how could his heart change so easily?

I covered my mouth tightly, trying not to cry out. I don't know how long I stood there until my phone buzzed softly.

I glanced down.

It was a text from my boss.

[I specially secured this opportunity for you. It just requires three years of training abroad. When you come back, you can take my position.]

[ Sophie, I know you value your family, but don't you want to advance your career further?]

I stared at the message silently.

If I hadn't been late for work and overheard their talk by chance, I might never have known.

I might have even given up this career boost just to protect what I thought was our happy little home.

But reality slapped me hard.

I glanced once more at Xavier, still laughing and talking with everyone in the room.

I did love him.

Loved him enough to give my life for him.

But

No matter how deep the love, it couldn't tolerate betrayal.

So I tapped open the message.

And replied firmly to my boss: "I'm willing to accept the company's arrangement and go abroad for the three-year training."

Back home, I started packing right away.

Even though I wouldn't leave for over a month.

But for this house, every time I thought about Xavier and Zachary teaming up to deceive me, it made me feel utterly disgusted. I didn't want to stay even a second longer.

It took me over half an hour to finally pack my clothes and all my documents.

But I wasn't in a rush to leave just yet.

After all, Xavier and I were legally married, and if I wanted a divorce now, we'd have to go through the process together.

A month should be enough time.

After packing, I went into the guest room.

I'd never touched Xavier's computer before.

So when I turned it on this time, I actually found something.

His WhatsApp wasn't logged out, and it wasn't the one I knew.

There was only one contact in the list.

The note was a chili pepper emoji, and the profile pic was a cute puppy.

I clicked in.

The previous chat history had been deleted.

Xavier was always cautious.

Even if I discovered it, without evidence, he could easily brush it off.

I stared at it for a long time.

Long enough that the little firecracker suddenly sent a few photos.

The pictures showed various outfits.

Each one incredibly sexy, some even themed.

After sending the photos, a message followed.

[Pick one. Come over tonight, and I'll wear each one for you, hmm?]

The next moment, Xavier replied right away.

[Then I'll find an excuse to see you tonight. Remember to shower. Start with my favorite black lace nightie.]

I didn't read any further. Instead, I used my phone to take pictures of the entire chat page.

Then I restored the computer to how it was, put it back in place, and left the guest room.

I sat on the sofa, my heart feeling gouged out, aching with disbelief.

But the facts were right there.

I looked at the messages Xavier had sent me on my phone, starting an hour ago.

Asking why I hadn't arrived yet.

When I didn't reply, he asked if something had happened.

The latest one said he was picking Zachary up from school and would be home soon.

And if I wasn't home, he'd go to my office to find me.

He said he was worried about me.

He sent this message just one minute after replying to that woman.

Pretty ironic, huh?

I'd just finished reading the last message when the front door opened.

Xavier walked in holding Zachary's hand, both of them wearing matching looks of concern as they approached me.

"Sophie, why didn't you reply if you were home? I was so worried something happened. I was about to head to your office."

With that, he looked down at Zachary.

"Now you can show Mom the gift we picked for her."

Zachary nodded eagerly, dropped his backpack, and pulled a small box from his pocket, placing it in my hand.

Inside was a beautiful bracelet.

He said, "Mom, Dad and I picked this out just for you."

If I were still the clueless Sophie.

Then facing this little gift from my husband and son, I'd probably get teary-eyed like always, hug them both, and say having them was the happiest thing in my life.

But now, I really couldn't do it.

I looked at the necklace, not even having the courage to touch it.

Maybe the atmosphere felt off.

Xavier finally sensed something was wrong.

He strode over, sat beside me on the sofa, and was about to say something when something slipped from his pocket.

A small box hit the floor, and an identical bracelet fell out.

The air froze for a moment.

A flash of panic crossed Xavier's eyes, but he quickly composed himself, glancing down at Zachary.

Then he said smoothly: "Zach said this bracelet suits you perfectly, and the store only had two in stock. So we figured we'd make sure it's unique to you and bought the other one too."

" But giving you two identical ones didn't seem right, so I was keeping it for now. Didn't expect you to see it."

Right after, Zachary nodded vigorously.

"It was my idea! I want this pretty bracelet to be just for Mom."

He was only six, yet he could lie without a hint of guilt, not even blinking.

At this, I only felt profound sadness.

Betrayed by both my husband and son.

My son was even covering for his dad and that mistress, completely disregarding my feelings as his mother.

That chilled me more than Xavier's betrayal.

Maybe worried I'd dig deeper.

Xavier quickly changed the subject: "Sophie, we've indulged this kid's antics for over two weeks now. Tonight, I'm planning to move back to the master bedroom and sleep with you, okay?"

As he spoke, he smiled at me, the hint in his eyes clear.

If I didn't know anything

I'd probably feel a bit shy, say the kid's still here, tell him to stop fooling around.

But now, I just stared at him quietly, feeling the irony deepen.

"Xavier, I have something to say to you."

With so many years together, I wasn't as calm as I seemed. I just didn't want to lose my composure.

Let's part on good terms, I thought silently.

Maybe my tone was too serious.

The smile faded from Xavier's face, replaced by confusion. He straightened up, his voice gentle: "Did something happen?"

I looked at him, this man I'd loved for so many years.

The thought of his betrayal was agonizing.

I took several deep breaths to calm myself.

Then I said slowly: "Xavier, let's div"

Before I could finish, Xavier's phone rang with a ringtone I'd never heard. He stood up instantly, phone in hand, striding to the balcony.

As he went, he said: "Sophie, important work call. I'll take it quick."

I didn't respond, but from his expression, I knew it was a lie.

After speaking, he glanced at Zachary.

Zachary nodded, then ran over, hugging my arm and cooing, chattering about fun things from school today to distract me.

I looked down at him, this child I had raised myself, who had now become a knife stabbing into me.

I couldn't help asking: "Zach, do you really love Mom?"

Zachary, who had been babbling nonstop, paused. He blinked, then flashed a sweet smile.

"Of course! I love Dad and Mom the most."

He made a heart with his chubby hands to prove it.

Meanwhile, Xavier had hung up.

He hurried back, face serious, but his ears reddening, tone rushed.

"Sophie, Zach left something at school. The teacher just called, asking me to go pick it up."

He glanced at Zachary again.

Zachary nodded subtly, then pouted: "I think I forgot my homework book. Sorry, Dad, for the trouble."

Without giving me a chance to speak, Xavier grabbed his car keys and headed out.

The moment the door closed, I couldn't help but laugh.

This father-son duo really thought I was an idiot?

One second it's an important work call, the next it's from Zach's teacher.

But what could be so urgent to make Xavier this flustered?

I thought back to the chat logs I'd seen on the computer.

Suddenly, the irony hit me hard.

After seeing Xavier off, I got up and went straight to the bedroom to get my suitcase.

Zachary followed.

He saw the suitcase by the bed, blinked, his voice still childlike.

"Mom, are you going on a business trip?"

Work often meant irregular trips for both Xavier and me.

So we always had a nanny arranged to take care of him.

Seeing me with a suitcase, he naturally assumed I was going on another trip.

I didn't explain, just nodded.

Zachary seemed to think of something and ran off.

I ignored him, packed my documents from the table, scanned the room to ensure nothing was missed, then wheeled the suitcase out.

In the living room, I heard Zachary in the study, on the phone.

"Dad, Mom seems to be going on a business trip. You don't have to come back so early."

"Yeah... I know, the nanny will take care of me."

"Oh, and tell Aunt Megan I like the toy she got me."

"..."

I didn't listen to the rest.

It just hurt too much.