Her Moans Next Door

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On the night of our wedding reception, my wife Sophia was secretly having sex with her first love in the changing room.

I happened to be in the room next door. I heard every word, every sound, crystal clear.

Scott, this is my first time. It's the only thing I can give you. Enjoy it!

Then came my wife's moans of pleasure.

I was about to kick down the changing room door and beat that man to a pulp.

But then Sophia said something that chilled me to the bone.

"Scott, let me compensate you with a baby too!"

"Scott, let me compensate you with a baby! He loves me so much, he'd never suspect a thing!"

Hearing this, I realized any argument would be pointless.

I turned and quickly left the wedding venue. Just as I reached the parking lot, it started pouring rain.

I drove far away before pulling over to the side of the road.

I stared blankly out the car window, a bitter smile twisting my lips.

I reached into the car and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

I'd quit smoking years ago. Sophia hated the smell of smoke, so I quit the day we got together.

Now the car filled with choking smoke. I coughed until tears came to my eyes, and finally I couldn't hold back anymore and broke down crying.

All I could think about was Sophia's seductive moaning. I never knew she had such a wild side.

She was calling someone "baby" with such excitementbut it wasn't me. It was her first love.

Three years together. I'd wanted to be intimate with her countless times.

But Sophia said she couldn't accept premarital sex, so every time I held myself back.

I never imagined she was saving the most beautiful moment for our wedding daybut giving it to another man.

For three years, I worked myself to the bone to give her the best material life. I did all the housework, tolerated all her bad moods, and spoiled her like a princess.

And she stabbed me right through the heart!

It was all self-deception.

My heart felt like it was being crushed by an invisible hand. The pain made it hard to breathe.

I finally saw the truth. Sophia didn't love me.

In that moment, I couldn't hold it together anymore. I buried my face against the steering wheel and let out agonized sobs.

I sat there until dark. Then Sophia called.

I hesitated, but hung up.

She called again and again. Finally I just threw my phone aside and let it ring.

Eventually the ringing stopped, replaced by message notifications.

I opened them. Voice messages from Sophia.

"Where the hell did you go! Tonight's our wedding night and you're not even coming home?"

I laughed bitterly to myself. So she remembered tonight was supposed to be our wedding night!

I looked up at the night sky through the car window, feeling cold despair spreading through my chest.

Sophia quickly sent a second message.

"Coleman, are you out hooking up with some old flame you can't forget on our wedding night!"

But she was the one hooking up with someone else on our wedding night!

She betrayed me, and now she was turning it around on me.

I actually laughed out loud in anger. On the other end, Sophia heard my laughter and started cursing:

"You dare to laugh! You have ten minutes to get your ass back here and apologize! Otherwise this marriage is over!"

I forced down my rage and said coldly:

"You already spent your wedding night with someone else. Why do you need me?"

Sophia didn't respond.

I smiled bitterly. If she didn't love me, then I'd let her have her first love.

"Sophia, let's get divorced. Tomorrow morning at nine, I'll wait for you at City Hall."

This time, Sophia responded quickly.

"Coleman, I just made a little mistake that any woman might make. Can't you be more generous? I married you, didn't I? What more do you want?"

My heart clenched painfully. Tears fell again despite myself.

On our wedding night, wearing her white wedding dress, wearing the ring I gave her, she went behind my back to the changing room at our wedding venue and gave her virginity to another man.

And now she was questioning what more I could possibly want!

I couldn't take it anymore. I clenched my fists and pounded the steering wheel furiously.

After venting, I still decided to go back. Divorce needed to be settled face to face.

Just as I reached the building, I bumped into a man in the hallway who was whistling and dressed flashily.

I wasn't paying attention and stepped on his foot. He jumped up high, howling.

"Are you fucking blind! Watch where you're going! These are my brand new wedding shoes and you just dirtied them. Pay up!"

I was in a low mood, running a high fever from the rain, in no state to deal with this kind of sleazy punk.

"How much? I'll pay what they're worth."

I asked quietly, pulling out my phone to scan and pay him.

Seeing I was cooperative, the man looked me up and down.

"These shoes are genuine imported leather, real expensive! This won't be settled without five thousand bucks!"

I laughed at myself bitterly. Even trash like this was bullying me now.

Did I really seem that easy to push around? Everyone wanted to take advantage of me!

When the man unlocked his phone screen, I saw it was on Ins.

The most recent post at the top was from Sophia!

I checked my own phoneI hadn't seen this post. She'd blocked me.

I grabbed his phone to look closer. Yes, it was definitely her.

Just one line: "Body and heart given to my true love, companionship left for the one who loves me!"

The attached photo showed her intertwined with her first love. Though it was only their backs, I recognized her immediately.

He snatched the phone back, cursing:

"What's your problem!"

I looked at the furious scumbag in front of methe first love from the photo.

Sophia had actually brought him back to our marital home and screwed him in our wedding bed!

I punched the man in the face. We quickly started fighting.

My rage needed an outlet. I soon had him on the ground, face covered in blood.

He grabbed his phone, threatening to call the police.

"I'm telling you, this won't end without a hundred grand!"

"All my money is with Sophia. Go ask her for it."

I walked straight upstairs.

The man cursed something and ran off.

I opened the door. Sophia, sitting in the living room, rushed over and slapped me hard across the face.

Already drenched from the rain, I felt dizzy from the blow, my ears ringing.

Not satisfied with just the slap, Sophia grabbed a vase from the entrance table and smashed it against my head.

Hot blood immediately ran down from my temple. I grunted in pain.

"Are you stupid? Don't you know how to dodge? Coleman, don't think getting hurt means I'll let this go. Who are you to talk about divorce with me? If anyone's dumping anyone, I'm dumping you!"

Sophia looked coldly at the blood flowing down my head, not a trace of concern in her eyes.

"Coleman, I'm already legally married to you. You won. He can never compete with you. The only thing I could compensate him with was my first time! You're the one who'll spend a lifetime with me. You're not really going to make a big deal over something this small, are you? Are you even a man!"

Her voice got louder and louder, ending in uncontrollable anger.

As if I were the one in the wrong, and she was generously forgiving me.

I laughed coldly, casually wiping the blood from my face with the back of my hand.

Seeing I wasn't responding, Sophia got even angrier and tried to hit me again. I grabbed her wrist and shoved her aside.

She stumbled and nearly fell, staring at me in disbelief:

"Coleman, you dare to push me!"

This was the first time I'd turned on her in three years together. I'd never even raised my voice to her before.

My sudden change in attitude was hard for Sophia to accept. She picked up glass shards from the floor and stabbed at me like a madwoman.

"Bastards like you need to be put in your place! Let's see how I teach you a lesson today! Coleman, you're just a useless piece of trash. I've suffered through three miserable years with you, I'm sick of you! The more I look at you, the more disgusting you are!"

"You want a divorce? Fine, let's divorce! At least I won't have to force myself not to feel sick every night when you hold me! Coleman, you're the one who wanted this divorce. Don't you dare regret it!"

After speaking, Sophia grabbed her phone and stormed out.

I stood there, clearly hearing her call her first love outside the door, telling him to come pick her up.

I couldn't suppress my rage anymore. I punched the door hard, making a huge sound.

Three years. I never knew that in Sophia's heart, I was disgusting trash!

She enjoyed all the good I gave her while despising me at the same time.

I respected her feelings and never touched her, not even with a finger. So many nights I endured the desire, just waiting for our wedding day when she would finally truly belong to me.

But in the end, I became a joke!

She trampled on my sincere love like this. I wanted to tear her apart with my own hands, then end myself.

But I couldn't. I still had my parents. They loved me so much.

How could I bear to make my elderly parents worry about me?

I couldn't imagine how heartbroken they'd be if they knew Sophiawhom they loved like their own daughterwas this kind of person.

Thinking of this, already running a high fever from the rain, I couldn't take the shock anymore and collapsed to the floor.

My last conscious thought was that the back of my thigh hurt terribly. I must have been pierced by glass shards on the floor.

But compared to that, my heart hurt more.

I don't know how long I was unconscious.

When I opened my eyes again, I felt completely drained.

Sharp pain came from the back of my thigh. I reached down and felt a long, thin glass shard embedded deep in the flesh. There was a large pool of blood on the floor.

I tried to stand up but my legs gave out.

Between the blood loss and high fever, all my strength seemed to have been drained away.

I leaned against the wall and slowly stood up. Even this small movement made me break out in cold sweat.

I gritted my teeth and yanked out the glass shard with force, throwing it on the floor. Then I was shocked by the bloody footprints on the ground.

From the direction of the footprints, I could tell Sophia had walked right past me.

She completely ignored me lying unconscious in a pool of blood.

Then I noticed there was even a bloody footprint on my pants. Sophia must have found me lying on the floor in her way and kicked me.

What chilled me even more was that besides her bloody footprints, there was another larger setclearly a man's!

While I was unconscious, Sophia had actually brought her first love back here!

I leaned weakly against the wall and laughed bitterly. The laughter turned to tears.

The woman I loved with my life ignored whether I lived or died.

Even if you saw an injured dog on the street, you'd feel some compassion, wouldn't you?

Let alone for a husband who loved her for three years!

In that moment, my heart felt like it was being cut by knives.

My throat was dry and painful, my voice trembling as I whispered to myself:

"Sophia, I'll never love you again."

Dragging my sick and injured body, following the bloody footprints, I limped into the bedroom.

Seeing the bedroom in complete disarray, like it had been robbed, my vision went black and I nearly passed out again.

All the cabinets in the bedroom were open. All the valuables and bank cards were gone.

The scene before me made me unable to suppress my rage anymore.

My heart clenched painfully, as if gripped by an invisible hand, making it impossible to breathe.

The feelings I'd sincerely invested for three whole yearsfed to the dogs.

I never imagined that three years of love would lose to a suddenly appearing first love.

For her first love, she could bear to treat me this way. I was the world's biggest fool!

I fell onto the bed, gasping for air, trying to ease the discomfort in my chest.

The phone in the living room rang at that moment.

I'd set special ringtones for Sophia and my parents. This call was from my mom.

Enduring the pain in my thigh, I quickly walked to the living room and answered.

As soon as I picked up, my mom's anxious voice came through:

"Coleman, you finally answered! Mom was so worried!"

My mom's voice was tearful. She was clearly frantic.

I exited the call screen and saw that while I was unconscious, my mom and dad had each called me many times.

What could have them so worried?

"Mom, don't panic! Tell me slowly what happened."

But what my mom said next shocked me completely.

I never would have imagined that in such a short time, Sophia could do something like this!

My mom on the other end of the line heard I was home and paused for a few seconds before speaking.

"Coleman, Sophia just came over covered in blood, saying you'd been in a car accident and needed emergency money!"

But I was right here at home. My mom realized something was wrong too and asked what had happened between Sophia and me.

In their hearts, they still didn't want to believe Sophia would deceive them.

But that was the reality.

Sophia had brought her first love back to our marital home and taken all the valuables.

Then she ran to my parents, claiming I'd been in a serious car accident and needed money to save my life.

The blood on her was actually from my injuries.

Sophia had scammed my parents out of their savings and even taken the property deed they were keeping safe.

When we bought our marital home, my parents paid for it in full, and the house was registered under both my and Sophia's names. After we got the property certificate, Sophia had voluntarily left it with my parents for safekeeping.

Now she'd schemed to get the deed back, but she couldn't sell the house privately without my signature as co-owner.

She'd need my signature to get a bank mortgage loan too.

As expected, Sophia had taken it to a real estate agent for a private collateral loan.

After reassuring my parents and telling them I'd handle everything, I hung up.

I immediately called a friend at the property office to check.

Sure enough, an hour ago, Sophia had mortgaged our marital home to a guarantee company that worked with the agent.

At that moment, my head was splitting, my fever wouldn't break, and my leg wound kept bleeding with every movement.

I couldn't afford to settle scores with Sophia first. I rushed to the cabinet to find the medicine box.

The moment I opened it, rage surged through me.

The medicine box was empty! Just how much did Sophia want me dead!

She watched me collapse from blood loss and did nothing.

She even destroyed my only chance to save myself.

I laughed coldly. I clearly remembered my phone was on the sofa before I passed out.

But just now I found it on the highest wall cabinet in the living room.

If the phone hadn't rung, I wouldn't have known how long it would take to find it.

I walked to the door and tried the handle.

As I suspected, it was locked from the outside.

At this point, even the last bit of love I had for Sophia had vanished.

Now, my heart was filled with hatred.

I didn't want to alarm my parents and have them bring the spare key. These bloodstains everywhere would terrify them.

I contacted the property management and a locksmith, then sat down on the floor to rest.

After calming down, I called Sophia.

The phone rang for a while before she answered.

"Coleman, you're not dead yet! What, we're getting divorced and you're still calling me?"

Her voice carried suppressed pain, her speech broken and intermittent. I could even hear a man's panting over the phone.

No need to guess what she was doing right now.

"If you have something to say, say it quick! I'm busy right now!" Sophia urged.

Hearing these sounds again, I didn't feel the heartache I felt last time. Instead, I found it amusing.

"Then I'll wait until you're done!"

I was about to hang up when Sophia stopped me.

"Don't hang up! He says this makes it more exciting. I think so too. I've already switched positions, it won't interfere with our call!"

She suddenly cried out "Ah!" then said, "Scott, be gentle, you're hurting me!"

I didn't hang up. Fortunately, I'd turned on call recording.

This evidence delivered right to my doorstephow could I refuse?

Plus there was a free explicit audio performance to listen to. I couldn't help cheering them on.

Maybe my encouragement deflated Sophia's first love. He finished hastily.

Sophia blamed me for ruining her fun and asked if I wanted to back out.

"Coleman, divorce is non-negotiable! It's no use even if you change your mind!"

I scoffed.

"Sophia, do you know that right now, you're not even as good as a whore in a nightclub in my eyes? You should know why I'm calling. I advise you to return what you shouldn't have taken as soon as possible. Otherwise you'll regret it!"

Sophia and her first love thought they were so clever, taking all the assets.

But their cleverness backfired. They'd just given me the perfect reason to take it all back.