My Disciplined Wife

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My wife is very disciplined.

She wakes up on time every day, eats on time, and goes to bed on time.

She even demands that the number of times we have sex each month must be exactno deviations allowed.

When I'm exhausted and refuse her, she says with disgust:

If you can't do it, there's always a man who can!

Later, she found a fitness trainer and spread the word all over the community that being as disciplined as her leads to good healthunlike me, who can't even meet the quota for sex.

But when I held daughter Mary and let her be as "disciplined" as she wanted, she cried and said family was more important.

I got home from overtime close to one in the morning.

Someone in the elevator had brought back barbecue. It smelled amazing.

When the guy noticed me looking, he winked at me and handed me the biggest oyster.

Before I could react, he patted my shoulder with a grave expression. "Brother, you're still young. Don't lose heart!"

When I pushed open the door, the chattering voices stopped instantly. Georgina had been right in the middle of her speech.

"If you don't exercise with discipline, you'll end up like my husband sooner or laternot even enough energy for sex!"

Like always, I changed my shoes and went into my room.

I didn't say a word the whole time, didn't look at anyone. I just closed the door a little louder than usual.

It took a while before voices resumed outside.

Someone muttered, "Georgina, are we being a bit too much?"

Someone complained, "But Lucas can't even do it anymore. Are we not allowed to say anything...?"

They knew I was angry and were giving Georgina attitude.

Georgina knew too, but her voice carried impatience:

"Don't worry about him! Am I wrong? He hasn't slept with me in days! If it weren't for Mary, who'd want to be with him?"

She was giving me the cold shoulder too and slammed the master bedroom door.

But at midnight, she knocked on my door with an annoyed expression.

"I can't be bothered to argue with you. Help me apply the moisturizing cream!"

I suppressed my anger and applied the ointment to her body.

But my movements quickly froze.

On her waist were several dark purple finger marks!

But I hadn't been intimate with her in days!

I couldn't help but apply more pressure. She let out a dissatisfied grunt.

"Lucas, has overtime fried your brain? Even my trainer gives better massages than you!"

"What about those marks on your waist?" I asked softly, not stopping my hands.

"Is that what you think of me? Don't project your own inadequacy onto me by accusing me of cheating!"

She suddenly raised her voice, her shrill accusations pounding into my heart.

I looked into her eyes, swallowed my words back down, but couldn't hide the disappointment in my eyes.

She turned around, saw the heavy dark circles under my eyes, and let out a heavy sigh.

"Sorry. Even though you always make me angry and maliciously suspect me, I shouldn't have yelled at you."

She handed me the remaining soup from the table.

I never eat in the middle of the nightafraid of insomnia, worried it'll affect work the next day.

But since she offered it, I accepted.

There were dark fingerprints on the rim of the bowllong ones. A man's.

I felt something stuck in my throat, unable to go up or down.

When I'm home, I rush to do all the housework.

When I'm not, I call a housekeeper to cook.

Funny thing is, this was the first time I'd tasted her soup. It was actually pretty good.

I suddenly didn't want to throw it away and drank it all in one go.

"Remember to wash the dishes before you sleep~"

Her voice turned coquettish again as she settled contentedly into the bed I'd warmed up.

I silently cleaned up the dishes and lit up my phone screen.

The page was still on a post from a disciplined lifestyle blogger thanking her trainer.

"The hands that cooked have a little heart-shaped birthmark on the palmhands I've kissed countless times."

When I woke up the next day, it was already noon.

Georgina had gone to exercise with her trainer Jordan early, leaving behind a thoughtful note.

[Lucas, I turned off your alarm for you~ Rest well so you can be more disciplined and work hard to make money!]

By the time I got to the company, I got chewed out by my team leader for being late and lost my perfect attendance bonus.

Then the teacher called to say Mary had been bullied by her classmates!

Mary was crying for daddy. I could hear her clearly even through the phone. My heart ached with each sob.

But I really couldn't get away from work, and it takes an hour to get from the company to the school.

I had no choice but to call Georgina and ask her to pick up Mary and comfort her first.

She just responded lazily after hearing me out: "I know."

I emphasized that Mary had been bullied. She said she'd definitely go as soon as possible.

When I finished half my work, it was already six-thirty.

The teacher had called me at five-thirty.

When I called back, she told me to pay more attention to Mary, that she'd cried for a long time today, and that parents need to care more about their children.

After hanging up, I saw a post notification from Georgina from three hours ago.

She said she'd practiced continuously all afternoon, completely focused.

But I'd already asked her to pick up Mary!

My fist clenched as I gritted my teeth and looked at the next post.

[The trainer was so thoughtful, preparing supplements for Mary and me! Mary got bullied today. Drink moreif you exercise with discipline, you won't get bullied!]

[I deliberately waited a few hours before picking her up, just to make her understand that disciplined physical exercise is what's best for girls!]

The photo showed Mary's swollen eyes from crying, tear stains not even wiped clean.

I slammed my fist on the desk corner and turned to leave!

My team leader cursed at me. I shoved him aside!

Screw this jobnothing is more important than Mary!

This expensive supplement had launched three years ago and was reported by multiple parents for stunting children's development!

The parents jointly reported and sued. Soon after, they won the case and the supplement company left in disgrace.

All the evidence was clear as day!

Who knows where Jordan got such sketchy stuff!

I forwarded it to Georgina, telling her not to be fooled!

But she replied:

[This is something Jordan specially imported from abroad. What could be wrong with it? You're making a mountain out of a molehill!]

[Besides, Mary got beaten up by her classmates today and cried. Don't you think she's useless? If she were disciplined and strong like me, would she still get bullied?]

Mary quietly called me, saying she didn't want to drink the medicineit tasted really strange.

She'd shared it with a classmate before, and the next day the classmate smashed it and accidentally scratched her!

It must be bad medicine!

But Mom insisted she drink it, saying this way she could beat up those classmates.

Hearing Mary's tearful voice, my heart felt like it was crashing into a wall.

I ran a dozen red lights before reaching home in just over ten minutes.

Several empty supplement bottles lay scattered on the table.

Dragging sounds and Mary's crying came from the room at the same time.

"Mary, if it weren't for your problems, would the teacher call and harass me so much? No ability but plenty of attitudeand you dare hide under the bed and play disappearing act!"

"Mommy, don't... wuwu..."

I ran to the bedroom door and saw Jordan restraining Mary's limbs while Georgina was prying Mary's mouth open, trying to pour the supplement directly in!

"Stop!"

I shoved Georgina aside, held Mary tightly, and smashed the medicine bottle on the floor!

Thank god, thank god...

"Didn't I tell you this stuff has side effects on children?"

"I've been disciplined with Jordan for so longwould he lie to me? You're the one fear-mongering, and you'll ruin Mary's whole life!"

She revealed the table behind her, pointing at several already empty bottles!

"Jordan is so good too$888 supplements discounted to $200 per bottle for me! I've already given her so many. It's all for her own good!"

I suddenly felt ice-cold all over. Instinctively, I punched Jordan and ran downstairs carrying Mary!

By the time Mary finished having her stomach pumped, an hour had passed.

I coaxed her to sleep before I had time to check my phone.

Georgina had called me countless times and sent countless messages.

Telling me not to waste the supplementsthey were expensive!

I didn't finish reading them. I just replied with one sentence.

[I'll have a lawyer draft divorce papers tomorrow. The child must go to me.]

Georgina didn't reply to my message.

But I saw her looking around at the front desk when I went to pay the bill.

I hesitated. Maybe she was just too concerned about Mary...

But I waited in the hospital room for a long time, and she never appeared.

I looked at Mary's pale face, not knowing how to tell her that Mommy and Daddy were separating.

Georgina passed by the hospital room. Her expression seemed somewhat surprised.

But after a long moment, she motioned for me to come out and talk.

"Lucas, how old is Mary? She can't be without a mother."

"You think I'm not good enough, but do you want Mary to walk the same path I did?"

Her eyes brimmed with tears, her fingers clutching tightly at the hem of my shirt.

Through her eyes, I suddenly saw her as a child.

Her mother died, her father complained the nanny was useless but was too busy with work to care for her himself.

Because she came from a single-parent home, she was isolated and bullied by classmates, but didn't dare speak up.

I helped her once, and she followed me around like a little tail ever since.

Later, when I was delivering homework, I accidentally found her in anaphylactic shock. That's how she got her life back.

I'm busy with work and have no relatives to help. If Mary really got bullied or something happened to her at home...

Just imagining that scene, I immediately lost my anger.

Seeing my attitude soften, she dissolved the discipline group right in front of me.

"I'll never criticize you again, won't check in with them anymore... I know I was wrong today... No divorce, okay?"

"Lucas, Mary is very sensitive inside. If we divorce, she'll definitely keep everything bottled up. Think more about Mary, okay?"

She stepped forward, wrapped her arms around my neck, and her warm tears soaked through my shirt.

"I know you're bothered by that handprint. But it really was just normal exercise. You know I'm very disciplined. I need Jordan to physically adjust my form. He's strong and doesn't know his own strengthit's normal."

In our intimate moments before, she always asked me to be gentle. Even in long sleeves, she found marks unsightly.

Now that she'd started this disciplined lifestyle, she liked wearing tank tops and didn't seem to care anymore.

But in that locationwas I really overthinking it?

Seeing my silence, her tears fell even harder.

"If you don't believe me, I can strip naked and go to the gynecology department for a doctor's examination! You don't love me anymore anyway. What's a little more humiliation for me?"

"And I was even thinking that after getting healthier through discipline, I'd give you another child. The four of us could live happily together!"

Her voice choked with emotion, barely getting out each sentence.

Maybe I'm really pathetic. I remembered how she used to kiss me on our wedding day, painting pictures of our beautiful multi-child family, and I couldn't harden my heart anymore.

I gently hugged her back, my face nuzzling her long hair.

"Georgina, I'll find you a new trainer. Let's start over."

Her hand slid down my spine, stroking up and down.

After a long moment, she responded: "Okay, I'll listen to you!"

Jordan indeed never appeared again. Everything seemed to be getting back on track.

Georgina continued being a disciplined lifestyle blogger, even featuring Mary's life in her content.

Until one day, I saw a corner of clothing in a photo she posted.

A man's clothing.

But her new trainer was a single female trainer.

The later photos became even more brazen.

The female trainer's face wasn't in frame, but they were feeding each other coffee and wearing matching friendship rings.

To wear the new ring, she took off her wedding ring that she never used to remove.

The comments praised their close relationship.

But I noticed the trainer's muscular arms under the sleeves were a man's.

She was blatantly having Jordan wear the female trainer's clothes, being intimate with him, as if I were some ridiculous blind fool.

But that wasn't enough.

That same day when I got home, she sat on top of me, laughing coquettishly as she pressed against me.

"Lucas, my wedding ring got so old. I bought a new one. Isn't it pretty?"

I thought of the bank card notification on my phonea payment of over a hundred thousand dollarsand couldn't help feeling bitter.

She used the money we'd saved together for Mary to buy a pair of rings and gave one to Jordan.

I looked at the latest model phone worth ten thousand dollars she used to photograph us, and the thousand-dollar phone she'd given me that barely worked anymore, and couldn't help but laugh coldly.

It was like at that moment I finally understoodgiving up on something might not be as painful as I thought.

This phone was just charity she'd pretended to carefully prepare for my birthday.

Yet I'd treasured it like a precious thing, using it year after year.

Now, the flickering signal light seemed to remind me that it was time to get a new phone.

I didn't expose her. I just reached out and held her.

Consider it saying goodbye to the little tail who used to follow me around.

But the person who used to love nestling in my arms pulled away from my embrace like she'd been startled.

I seemed to see dark marks on her collarbone.

When she went to shower, I found the lawyer's number I'd saved before and had him continue drafting divorce papers.

When she came out wearing tight clothes and nestled in my arms as usual, she said, "The teacher said Mary's grades aren't great and she can't concentrate. I'm planning to take her out to relax."

"Okay, don't put pressure on Mary."

Waking up in the middle of the night, I habitually tucked her in, but saw what seemed to be tears at the corners of her eyes.

I leaned close to her slightly parted lips, trying to hear what she was saying.

But when I heard clearly, the warmth I'd barely gathered suddenly dissipated.

She said: "Jordan, you're so much gentler than Lucas. If only you were Mary's father..."

My fist immediately clenched tight as I looked at her face through gritted teeth.

Since you won't accept an amicable separation, don't blame me for not honoring our years of marriage!

The next day, Georgina took Mary out to relax, saying Mary had her geneswith training she'd definitely become disciplined.

I just smiled faintly, noncommittal, telling her to have fun with Mary.

Last time after my team leader chewed me out, he assigned me a lot of work.

I stayed at the company for several days before barely finishing it all.

The divorce papers were ready, and Mary should be back.

I walked into the house but saw a complete mess.

Our dusty wedding photo had been smashed on the floor, shards scattered everywhere.

The narcissus our family of three had raised was pulled up by the roots, petals floating one by one on the water's surface.

Even the scarf Georgina had knitted for me had a glaring cigarette burn!

I shoved open the bedroom door and saw Jordan sprawled arrogantly in the master bedroom, holding Georgina's pajamas!

I immediately felt nauseated!

But when he woke up and saw it was me, he immediately showed a mocking smile!

He held up the key on him high, his words slurred from being drunk.

"I've been sleeping here for days before you came. I was starting to think you were planning to give me the house!"

"But hey, don't be mad. Even though Georgina gave me her body and money, I don't think much of her either. Don't let me ruin your marital harmony."

His words were incoherent as his hand crumpled our family photo.

He wadded up the photo and stepped on it with his filthy feet!