The Model Wife’s Deadly Lie

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My wife is a nude art model.

I had always been curious whether nude art models would have a physical reaction when they performed naked onstage.

My wife proved the answer to me with facts: yes, they would, but they had special ways to deal with it!

My name is Ethan Miller, and even though I look pretty average, I married a beautiful model wife!

The first time I met my wife, she was still working as a car show model onstage, and the first thing that caught my eye was her long legs.

Following her black stockings upward, I saw that her short skirt could barely cover her perky hips, making my throat go dry.

Farther up were her slim waist and the part her camisole could barely hold in...

Suddenly, she bent down, covered her chest with one hand, and gave me a sweet smile.

In that instant, my heart melted!

Relying on shameless persistence, I pestered her for three months before I finally won her over.

In my mind, with such a beautiful wife, there was no way I could let other people look at her for free, so I persuaded her to change jobs.

She also knew I got jealous easily, so she quit soon after we got married.

But on the third day after she quit, several photos suddenly appeared in my email inbox.

Take a look at how open-minded your wife is!

After I clicked them open, the lighting in the photos was very suggestive, and a woman covered in body paint, with a curvy figure, was swaying gracefully onstage.

But her condition seemed a little off, her eyes were dazed, and she walked unsteadily.

It did not look like she was doing a model walk, but instead, it looked more like she was seducing men.

Sure enough, when I scrolled down, several photos followed one after another like a comic strip.

A man suddenly appeared and slapped her hard on the butt, leaving a clear handprint.

When I saw this, blood rushed straight to my head!

Was that my wife?!

Aside from the familiar figure, she had a birthmark on her lower back, and I would never mistake it!

My whole body was trembling, my teeth were clenched tight, the veins on both my hands bulged, and I almost crushed my phone.

What the hell was going on?

Who had sent these photos?

Was the other person trying to blackmail me, or were they deliberately trying to disgust me?

I tried asking a question, and the other person quickly replied, Before nude art models go onstage, they all release pressure in advance, but your wife was really open onstage today! What, was your married life not satisfying last night?

Nude art model?

I subconsciously wanted to curse back that my wife was only an ordinary model, and she had already quit, so she was definitely not that kind of woman!

But right after I typed out a long string of words, I suddenly remembered what had happened last night.

Last night, my wife had indeed called me and told me to come home to her freshly showered and waiting in bed.

But there was a sudden problem with the project I was in charge of, and I worked overtime until after midnight before going home, and after I got home, she was still very proactive...

Right after that, a new email arrived.

Your wife has another performance tomorrow, so shell definitely need to release pressure at night. Remember to perform well!

After that, no matter how I emailed, the other person never replied.

With complicated feelings, I got off work early and went home to wait.

I had even downloaded the photos, ready to confront Ava Bennett.

Honey, come massage me. Im exhausted...

As soon as my wife came through the door, she started complaining, kicked off her heels, sat on the sofa, and placed both legs on me.

Looking at those thighs with their full curves, the images from the photos surfaced in my mind uncontrollably, and I pushed her away in irritation.

Ava pouted, looking innocent and wronged.

Honey, whats wrong? Didnt I already listen to you and obediently quit? I went to interviews at several companies today, and I walked so much my legs got thinner!

I stared straight at her.

You really went to interviews?

Ava stretched lazily, revealing a strip of flat stomach.

Why would I lie to you? Hurry up and massage my legs. Im so tired. I want to sleep early tonight...

As she spoke, she even yawned.

Seeing how exhausted she looked, and how it did not seem fake, I started to doubt myself.

Could I really have gotten it wrong?

I took a deep breath and reached into her clothes, but she slapped my hand away with a smack.

Stop messing around. Im really too tired! If you want it, wait until tomorrow!

She might really have been exhausted, because after I massaged her legs a few times, she was already softly snoring.

I gritted my teeth and gently lifted her short skirt along her thigh...

I lifted the short skirt and looked carefully.

There was no handprint!

In that instant, I completely let out a breath of relief.

The person who sent the email really had been deliberately trying to disgust me!

I even pulled up the photo and compared it again, but unfortunately, the photo was too blurry, and that model was covered in body paint, so I could not see her appearance clearly at all.

After carrying my wife back to the bedroom to sleep, I sat on the sofa and smoked several cigarettes in a row.

First of all, I could not suspect my own wife just because of a few blurry photos.

It was not easy to marry such a beautiful wife, and once there was a crisis of trust, the cracks in our relationship could never be repaired.

Second, even if the model in the photos really was Ava...

Then it should have been something from before she knew me!

At least after we got together, she held nothing back from me and obediently quit her job.

Although I felt a little uncomfortable inside, who did not have a past?

As long as she was willing to live a steady life with me, I was willing to accept everything about her.

I took a deep breath and stubbed out the cigarette butt.

When the bastard who sent the emails opened their mouth to ask for money and revealed their true face, I would immediately call the police and drag that asshole out!

At that moment, my phone dinged, and another email came in.

So, was your wife very proactive tonight?

Seeing the new email, I replied bitterly.

Stop trying to disgust me here! Say it, how much money do you want?

This time, the other person took a long time to reply.

Heh, there are still so many kind people in the world, helping your wife relieve her pressure and giving you a green hat while theyre at it! This is the address of tomorrows performance. Ill invite you to watch a good show!

After that, the person who sent the email seemed to vanish again.

This feeling was especially torturous, because if they had really made a demand, I would have felt much more at ease instead.

Leaving me hanging like this, werent they deliberately whetting my appetite?

With an uneasy heart, I did not sleep well the entire night, and when my wife got up to go out the next day, I was still groggy.

Where are you interviewing today?

Skyview Tower!

As she spoke, she finished applying lipstick, stepped into her high heels, and left.

I suddenly woke up with a jolt, because wasnt that the performance address mentioned in the email?

I immediately climbed out of bed, did not even bother washing up, put on a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a mask, and hurried after her.

But as soon as I left the apartment complex, my wife was already nowhere to be seen.

Skyview Tower!

I did not dare drive my own car, so I took a cab over and found a small company according to the address.

There really were many people lined up at the door, but they were basically all men, and I did not see my wife at all.

I handed a cigarette to the security guard at the door.

What position is your company hiring for, with this many people? Where do the women line up? Why are there only men?

The security guard rolled his eyes at me.

Theyre all men, so stop pretending. If you want to see women, just line up obediently. The performance is about to start! Pay the money first, eighteen hundred eighty-eight!

My brain instantly buzzed, and I froze in place.

Performance? What performance?

The security guard frowned.

Are you here for an interview? Sorry, you do not meet our companys requirements. Please leave!

As he spoke, he forcefully pushed me outside.

Another security guard also quickly walked over, as if afraid I would cause trouble.

At this moment, I really felt as if my blood was about to freeze, and my mind went completely blank.

But very soon, I came back to my senses and forced out a smile.

Hey, man, dont get worked up! Im here to watch the nude art models. I got a little excited just now...

After hearing the words nude art models and seeing me pull out several bills and stuff them into his hand, the security guards expression finally improved a little.

First time watching a performance, huh? You dont know the rules! Hurry up and pay!

After I finished transferring the money on my phone, my mind was a mess, and I followed the line into this so-called company.

After turning through several corridors, we entered a hall.

Under the runway, there were at least a hundred seats, and they were filled with men.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed.

Amid a burst of noise, a group of women wearing Japanese-style fox masks walked onto the stage in catwalk strides, with only a thin layer of gauze draped over their bodies.

I spotted that familiar figure at a glance!

I was familiar with every inch of Avas skin, and she really was working as a nude art model!

Crash!

I suddenly stood up and clenched my fists.

I wished I could rush onto the stage immediately, tear the mask off Avas face, and confront her properly!

Why had she lied to me?

But as soon as I stood up, several nearby security guards locked onto me, and they also lifted the rubber batons in their hands.

A man beside me grabbed my arm.

Buddy, dont get excited. Therell be a chance to go onstage later! If you cant hold back and rush up there, security will kick you out immediately!

I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down.

If I rushed up there now, I would definitely be stopped, and I would not be able to get any solid evidence to prove that woman was Ava!

Seeing me sit down, the security guards did not pursue it further.

Only then did I notice that almost all the men at the venue were like me, wearing hats, sunglasses, and masks, covering themselves tightly.

The fat man beside me grinned and advised me.

First time here, right? Dont be shy. The first time I watched this kind of performance, I was even more impatient than you! Listen to me, buddy, dont mess around here, or you wont even know how you died!

As he spoke, he took out his phone, recorded lecherously, and commented on them one by one.

Number Twos figure is seriously hot! Number Fives long legs are incredible! And Number Eights body, damn...

I snatched his phone away.

The Number Eight he was talking about was Ava!

The fat man got anxious.

What are you messing things up for? What, youve got your eye on Number Eight too?

I heard that woman is really open, and Ive been looking forward to this for ages! Im not giving you the chance to go onstage!

Suppressing my anger, I asked, What are they going onstage for?

The fat man curled his lip with disdain.

You really are a newbie. Of course theyre going onstage to play with art. Art, you understand?

Before he could explain clearly, the host came out and explained a few things first.

He said he would choose a few audience members to go onstage and personally smear all kinds of body paint on the models, and he even called it some kind of artistic creation!

What kind of art is that? Vulgar. Disgusting!

I could not help cursing.

The fat man gave me a sidelong glance.

Then dont fight me for Number Eight later!

I was so angry that I almost attacked the fat man!

When the host chose lucky audience members, I was the first to rush up, and I chose Number Eight without hesitation.

This was my best chance to expose Ava!

The fat man was too slow, and he cursed me from behind for being a fake prude and a real bastard.

The host smiled and said, I can tell that all the distinguished guests here are true art lovers! But I still have to remind you again, when you apply the body paint later, do not intentionally tease the models sensitive areas!

Models are people too, and they can have physical reactions too! If you stir up the fire... you will have to take responsibility for putting it out!

My whole body trembled even harder, and my breathing grew heavier.

In other peoples eyes, I was excited because I was about to personally apply body paint to a model.

Only I knew the anger and hatred in my heart!

After the host announced the start, I rushed to Ava in one stride.

She probably had not recognized me yet, and she posed in a lazy, sexy posture to welcome my artistic creation.

The others had already grabbed the body paint with their hands and were smearing it randomly on the models.

Ava, why did you lie to me?

I used all my strength to suppress myself so I did not attack her, and instead asked this in a trembling voice.

Avas whole body stiffened, and she subconsciously tried to step back.

But I had already prepared, and I ripped the mask off her face.

What happened to quitting? How long are you planning to keep lying to me?

A panicked expression appeared on Avas pretty, exquisitely made-up face.

No, dont...

In the next instant, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, fell to the ground in a sorry heap, and everything went black as I completely lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, it was already a day later.

I was lying in a hospital bed, and Ava was lying beside the bed, lifting her sleepy head when she sensed I had woken up.

Honey, youre awake!

Holding my bandaged head, I felt a wave of pain.

The previous experience flashed through my mind like a movie reel, making my blood pressure soar instantly.

Get away. Dont touch me! You disgust me!

I roughly pushed Ava away, causing her to fall to the floor.

But she did not give up and struggled to climb to her feet.

Honey, dont be scared. Its okay now...

She gripped my hand tightly and patiently comforted me.

But all I felt inside was endless anger and disgust!

Dont call me honey. Its disgusting! You cheap woman, why did you lie to me?

I pushed her away again and struggled to leave, but the weakness in my body made me dizzy, my limbs went weak, and I could only collapse back in a pathetic state.

Avas eyes reddened, and tears filled them.

Honey, dont be like this. Im begging you! I really didnt mean to lie to you. I had no choice.

And that was all from when I was young and stupid. Now I just want to live a good life with you...

I sneered inwardly.

Live a good life?

Had I not been good enough to her?

I gave her all my salary, and even if she did not work, it was enough for her to live a relaxed life at home.

But she thought a woman could not be without a job, or she would fall behind the times.

Fine, I agreed to let her go out to work.

But she should not have treated me like a fool and played me!

Stop talking. Lets get divorced! While I still have not completely turned against you, lets cut things off cleanly!

After saying that, I felt terrible inside too.

All the sweet moments between us over the past few months instantly surged into my mind.

But I had to realize that all of this was a scam, and I was just a fool who had been kept in the dark!

Thud!

Ava suddenly knelt in front of my hospital bed.

Honey, can you please listen to my explanation first? I really had my reasons! And weve been together for so long, dont you know how I feel about you?

Originally, I had no intention of listening to her explanation at all.

But when my gaze swept across her exhausted pretty face, something stirred in my heart.

The last time I was hospitalized with gastroenteritis, she also stayed by my side like this the whole time, wearing herself down until her face was haggard and her eyes were filled with bloodshot veins.

Not a single one of my friends or coworkers did not envy me.

They said I must have saved the world in my last life to find such a beautiful, gentle wife who truly treated me well.

Fine, stop crying. Talk. Im listening!

As Ava cried and told her story, the knot in my heart slowly began to loosen.

When Ava was still in college, she took out online loans, and later, when the interest snowballed and she could not pay them back, she was forced onto this path.

At first, she really had only been an ordinary model, but later, after she learned nude art modeling paid fast money, she went further and further down the wrong road so she could pay off the loans sooner...

Back then, I was young and stupid. I made one mistake and used years of my youth to pay for it! After I met you, I really was ready to climb out of that pit, but they threatened me with the photos and videos they had taken before!

I promise you, this really was the last time! And I really never did anything to betray you!

After this time, all the debts I owed before were wiped clean, and there will absolutely never be a next time!

Ava cried pitifully, her eyes full of regret.

I sat blankly on the hospital bed, and for a moment, I did not know whether I should pity her or pity myself.

After a long silence and countless struggles in my heart, I took a deep breath.

Youre sure this really was the last time?

Ava nodded again and again, repeatedly promising me that she had cut ties with those people and would never be a nude art model again.

I let out a long sigh and swallowed all my grievances and unwillingness.

She was my wife, after all, and in this situation, if even I gave up on her, then her life would truly be over!

For the next week, I took a long leave of absence and stayed in the hospital to rest.

Fortunately, my injuries were not too serious, just a slight concussion and some superficial wounds.

My parents wanted to visit me, but I refused, and to everyone else, I only said I had fallen and gotten hurt.

Perhaps Ava really had completely turned back, because during the days I was hospitalized, she stayed with me at the hospital the whole time, even sleeping on the temporary caregiver bed at night, and she took meticulous care of me.

The friends who came to visit me, along with the doctors and nurses, all praised her nonstop.

But no matter how well she behaved, there was always a thorn in my heart.

That part of her past was like a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment!

I had discussed it with Ava and said we might as well call the police.

Whenever I brought this up, she cried, on one hand thinking I despised her, and on the other hand saying she was worried the other side would be cornered and spread all her old photos and videos.

In any case, now that the debt had been paid off, she promised she would no longer have anything to do with those people, and I could not keep forcing her.

On the day my bandages were removed and I was discharged from the hospital, after we got home, I was finally able to take a proper shower and get a good nights sleep.

After helping me shower, Ava nestled in my arms.

After all, I was young and full of energy, so I quickly became interested and started touching her all over.

At first, she kept refusing and told me to rest for a few more days.

But very soon, I did not know if it was because she had held back for too long, but she became even more proactive than I was...

However, just as we were in the middle of our passion, there was a ding!

Avas phone suddenly received a message.

I impatiently picked up the phone and saw a message from her best friend.

Are you ready for tomorrows performance? Take good care of your husband tonight, and Ill come pick you up tomorrow!

Avas expression instantly became a little panicked, and she snatched the phone away.

Seeing her like this made me even more irritable.

What the hell is going on? Ava, are you still lying to me?

Ava became anxious.

No, what Chloe is talking about isnt that thing. If you dont believe me, Ill call her and have her explain it to you!

I grabbed the phone and sneered.

Why call? So you can use code words and keep treating me like a fool?

Her best friend Chloe was a model just like her.

Who knew whether she had also been that kind of nude art model?

Delete all those trashy old friends of yours! Youre not allowed to stay in contact with them anymore!

I knew my demand was a little excessive.

But at the time, I was truly furious and had almost completely lost my mind.

Ava looked wronged, and with reddened eyes, she explained, Chloe really didnt mean it that way. She isnt a nude art model either. I was planning to tell you about this later...

I could not be bothered to listen to her explanation, and under my pressure, she could only block her former coworkers and friends one by one.

At that moment, another message popped up.

I heard tomorrows blind date is some rich guys son, so maybe hes my type! Help me put on a good act, and dont mess it up!

This message was also from Chloe!

I frowned.

Blind date?

Ava quickly explained, Chloes parents introduced someone to her, and she asked me to help her act. Its not what you think at all.

According to her, Chloe had been pushed into marriage by her parents and had gone on many blind dates.

Chloe was extremely annoyed by it, but she could not get out of it, so she would occasionally ask Ava to accompany her and act with her.

If the blind date was too ugly and not to her taste, Ava would immediately find an excuse to call her away.

If she happened to meet someone suitable, Ava would also say a few good words for her and help her judge.

Because Chloe was worried I would not agree to let Ava go out, she told Ava to take good care of me first, and then go out with my permission to accompany her on the blind date.

Ava grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest.

You can choose not to believe me, but I swear that everything I said is true!

If you still dont feel comfortable, Ill delete her right now and delete everyone!

For a moment, I really felt a little guilty.

But I was too proud to admit it, so I directly tossed the phone aside and expressed my apology through a whole night of diligent effort.

That night, Ava was especially obedient, and she kept saying she would always belong only to me.

But after she fell into a deep sleep, I took out her phone.