His Micro Affair, My Macro Revenge

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My husband, Ethan, recently became obsessed with miniature landscapes. He set up a massive ecosystem tank in our master bedroom and strictly forbade me from touching it.

One night, getting up to use the restroom, I thought I heard faint panting coming from the tank.

As I leaned closer, a mechanical voice suddenly echoed in my mind, followed by a torrent of frantic messages:

[OMG, Aurora still thinks he's raising ants in there.]

[Ethan got a shrinking potion just to get off with Chloe by Aurora's bed. So wild!]

[Having sex in the ecosystem tank right in front of his wife, Ethan sure knows how to find thrills!]

I'm Aurora, and Chloe is Ethan's distant cousin.

I looked at the two rice-sized figures, frantically having sex in the tank, then turned and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a can of bug spray.

"What are you doing, standing in front of my ecosystem tank with bug spray in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

Ethan's voice suddenly cut through the silence from behind me, laced with clear panic and suppressed fury.

I turned around.

He stood barefoot in the bedroom doorway, wearing nothing but boxer briefs. His chest heaved violently, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and even his hair was soaked.

I looked at the bug spray in my hand, then at him.

"We have bugs," I said.

"If there are bugs, just kill them! Why are you spraying bug spray into my tank?" He strode over, snatching the plastic bottle from my hand.

I looked up at his disheveled state.

"Weren't you sleeping in the guest room?" I asked. "Why are you covered in sweat?"

His eyes darted away, and his voice immediately rose.

"Can't I get up at night? I just did a set of burpees in the living room. What's wrong with a little sweat?"

"Two-thirty in the morning, doing burpees in the living room in your boxer briefs?"

"I've been stressed lately, can't sleep. Working out helps release some energy. Got a problem with that?"

He slammed the bug spray onto the nightstand.

"The moss and miniature plants in this ecosystem tank are expensive imports. Even a drop of chemicals will ruin them. Stay out of the master bedroom from now on, and don't you *dare* touch my tank."

So *that's* what your tank is for, huh.

The mechanical voice in my head chimed again, accompanied by frantically scrolling messages.

[OMG, OMG, I almost died of fright! Aurora was actually going to spray bug spray!]

[Good thing Ethan reacted fast, instantly using the 'Grow Bigger' and 'Teleport' functions, or he and Chloe would've been poisoned to death in there.]

[Ethan's excuse is so lame, burpees in the middle of the night, LOL.]

[But Aurora totally bought it, because in the original story, she's just a blindly devoted fool when it comes to Ethan.]

[Poor Chloe, she was just getting into it, then Ethan suddenly disappeared. Now she's naked and shivering behind the miniature rock formation in the ecosystem tank.]

I lowered my head slightly, my gaze sweeping over the five-foot-long giant ecosystem tank. The tank was adorned with a realistic miniature rainforest, complete with miniature rock formations, a flowing stream, and intricate vines. Behind the rock formation in the far corner, I vaguely saw a tiny, unnatural fleshy spot. It was minuscule, only the size of a grain of rice, and it was trembling slightly.

So the mistress was still in there.

"What are you looking at?" Ethan took a step forward, blocking my view.

"Nothing," I retracted my gaze. "Just thinking the landscaping in this tank is quite unique."

"It's unique, but it's none of your business." He scowled and pointed towards the door. "Get out, I'm going to sleep."

"I thought you had insomnia?"

"Just worked out, now I'm tired." He pushed me towards the door.

I walked out, yielding to his force.

"Fine, then get some good sleep," I said.

The door slammed shut in front of me and was locked.

I stood in the hallway, listening to the faint sounds from inside.

The messages continued.

[Ethan is so manly, he kicked his wife out just to protect Chloe.]

[Hurry, hurry, Ethan, change back! Chloe's waiting for you behind the rock formation.]

[Tonight's thrill isn't over yet, keep going!]

I turned around expressionlessly and walked back to the guest room.

Ethan is a partner at an architectural design firm, always impeccably dressed in suits, looking every inch the respectable professional. We've been married for two years, and he's always touted himself as a man of principle, a perfectionist with a clean freak obsession. He'd even frown and spend ages vacuuming if I dropped a single hair on the couch.

Now, to pursue so-called "thrills," he was shrinking himself down to roll around in a tank full of dirt and moss with another woman.

I lay on the bed in the guest room, staring at the ceiling.

Bug spray would be letting them off way too easy.

Since they loved the miniature world so much, and loved seeking thrills... then I'd let them experience what *true* thrill was like in that tank.

"Aurora, don't look at me like that, you're scaring me."

The next evening, I pushed open the front door after work and heard that sugary sweet line.

Chloe sat on the living room sofa, wearing an oversized men's white dress shirt, with the collar open, revealing her collarbones. I recognized that shirt; Ethan had bought that limited edition last month.

Ethan came out of the kitchen, carrying a bowl of cut fruit, which he placed in front of her.

"Aurora, you're back." He glanced at me, his tone flat. "Chloe just arrived in the city looking for a job, she has nowhere to stay, so she's crashing with us for a few days."

Chloe took a bite of an apple and flashed me a sweet smile.

"Aurora, you don't mind, do you? Ethan and I are like siblings."

"Like siblings?" I walked over, staring at the shirt she was wearing. "Do siblings share clothes now?"

"Aurora, please don't misunderstand. I just arrived, and my clothes got dirty, so Ethan lent me this."

Chloe turned and tugged on Ethan's sleeve.

"Ethan, maybe I should just go. I don't want to cause trouble between you and Aurora."

Ethan immediately stood up when he heard that.

"What do you mean, go? This is your home." He turned to me, his brows tightly furrowed. "Aurora, can you stop being so petty? Chloe's a young woman out on her own, what's wrong with me looking out for her?"

"I just asked about the shirt."

"Even asking isn't allowed! Your tone is just dripping with sarcasm." Ethan slammed the fruit bowl onto the coffee table. "It's bad enough you act like a boss at work, but you come home and put on airs for my cousin too? Who do you think you are?"

Seeing his self-righteous expression, I actually found it amusing.

The messages floated across my mind right on cue.

[Hahaha, Aurora's speechless, isn't she?]

[Chloe played that retreat-to-advance card perfectly, Ethan's practically melting with sympathy.]

[Wearing Ethan's white shirt? So hot. Later, when they shrink, they should totally do it in his shirt pocket.]

[Yes, yes, right under Aurora's nose, in Ethan's shirt pocket, just thinking about it is thrilling.]

I averted my gaze, pulled out a dining chair, and sat down.

"Fine, if she's your cousin, she can stay." I picked up a glass of water and took a sip. "Which room?"

"The guest room," Ethan said.

"Then where do I sleep?"

"You'll sleep with me in the master bedroom," he said, as if it were obvious.

I raised an eyebrow. Last night he kicked me out of the master bedroom, and today he wants me back? Looks like he has some new tricks up his sleeve.

"Alright," I agreed readily.

Dinner was takeout Ethan ordered, all Chloe's favorite spicy Mexican dishes. I have a sensitive stomach; we usually cook very light meals at home. I couldn't eat any of it.

"Aurora, why aren't you eating?" Chloe picked up a large chili pepper and put it in my bowl. "Are you saying the takeout isn't clean?"

"I have a sensitive stomach; I can't eat spicy food." I picked the chili pepper out.

"Oh, you're so fussy," Chloe pouted. "Ethan used to love spicy food. He hasn't had a proper, satisfying meal in ages, just to accommodate you." She turned to Ethan, her face full of concern. "Ethan, you're so pathetic. Getting married and losing your freedom to even eat what you want."

Ethan sighed, his eyes filled with helplessness and indulgence.

"Can't be helped, I married her after all. You eat more, don't mind her."

I put down my forks and quietly watched their performance.

After dinner, Ethan couldn't wait, practically dragging Chloe into the master bedroom.

"Chloe, didn't you say you were interested in miniature landscapes? I'll show you the ecosystem tank I just set up."

"Oh yes, yes, Ethan, you're amazing, you can do anything."

The door closed in front of me, but it wasn't locked.

I walked to the bathroom and turned on the faucet to wash my face.

The messages in my mind were already practically flooding the screen.

[Here it comes, here it comes, the main event!]

[Chloe has already drunk the shrinking potion, Ethan is taking off his clothes.]

[Tonight's script is sex on Aurora's pillow! So wild!]

I dried my face, then casually picked up a half-empty bottle of disinfectant from the counter and unscrewed the cap.

"Since you're going to play on my pillow, I'll disinfect it for you."

When I pushed open the master bedroom door, the room was quiet.

Ethan sat on the rug in front of the ecosystem tank, holding a pair of tweezers, seemingly focused on trimming the moss.

Chloe was gone. Or rather, the normal-sized Chloe was gone.

"What are you doing in here?" Ethan asked without looking up, his tone very impatient.

"I came to get something."

I walked to the bed, my gaze sweeping over my side of the pillow. On the white pillowcase, there was an incredibly tiny indentation. If you weren't looking closely, you'd never notice it.

The messages were flashing frantically.

[OMG, Aurora is here! Right next to them!]

[Chloe is lying right in the folds of the pillow, and Ethan's finger is on her.]

[This angle is insane; Aurora's huge face leaning over, the pressure is so strong.]

[Stay calm, Ethan, don't let her find out.]

I looked at Ethan's left hand, resting on the edge of the pillow. His index finger was subtly rubbing the folds of the pillowcase at an almost imperceptible rhythm. His breathing was heavy, and though his eyes were fixed on the ecosystem tank, his peripheral vision kept darting towards the pillow.

"What are you getting?" His voice was a little hoarse.

"Disinfectant," I said, holding up the bottle.

"What are you doing with disinfectant?" He turned, his eyes wary.

"I think the room smells a bit off." I twisted the nozzle. "Maybe it hasn't been aired out properly lately; even the pillows smell musty."

I aimed the nozzle at my pillow.

Ethan's face instantly changed.

"Stop it!"

He lunged forward, snatching the disinfectant from my hand with such force that he shoved me two steps back, my lower back hitting the nightstand.

"What the hell are you doing?" he roared at me.

"I'm disinfecting my own pillow, why am I going crazy?" I steadied myself, looking at him confused.

"The smell of this disinfectant will get into the tank! How many times have I told you, miniature plants are delicate!" He threw the disinfectant directly into the trash can. "If you think this room smells bad, then go sleep in the guest room!"

Watching his fingers tremble slightly from tension, I chuckled internally.

The messages had already exploded.

[I almost died of fright! Almost got sprayed with disinfectant!]

[Aurora must be doing this on purpose, right? Has she figured something out?]

[Nice one, Ethan, that's how you put her in her place and make her leave.]

"Fine, I'll leave."

I didn't argue, turning to walk out.

"Wait." Ethan called out to me.

He walked to the nightstand, picked up a jewelry box, and threw it at my feet.

"Take your stuff, it's an eyesore."

The jewelry box hit the floor and popped open. A crystal bracelet rolled out, cracking into three pieces with a sharp snap. It was something my mother left me before she passed away last year.

I looked at the shattered jade on the floor and felt my heart being brutally squeezed.

"What are you doing?" I looked up, my voice trembling.

"How was I supposed to know it would fall out?" Ethan's tone softened a little, but quickly hardened again. "It's just a cheap old bracelet, isn't it? Such poor quality, how much could it be worth? I'll just get you a new one tomorrow."

"My mom left this to me."

"So what if your mom left it to you? Whose fault is it that you didn't put it away properly?" He waved his hand dismissively. "Alright, don't stand there looking so mournful. Clean it up and get out. Don't disturb my landscaping."

Mom told me when she gave me the bracelet that if I married the right man, I wouldn't need to wear it. But if I married the wrong man, this bracelet would be my last resort, my ultimate security. I had smiled then, saying, "Ethan is so good, how could I possibly marry the wrong man?"

He really was good back then, so good that I thought having him was all I needed for this life.

I squatted down, picking up the broken jade piece by piece. The broken pieces were sharp, cutting my fingers, and blood welled up. I didn't feel the pain. I just felt that the idea of spraying them to death with disinfectant earlier was far too merciful.

"Alright, I'll clean it up."

I stood up, put the shattered jade back in the box, and turned to walk out of the master bedroom.

That night, I sat at my computer in the guest room all night. I didn't cry, and I didn't make a scene. I simply ordered a few extremely tiny pinhole cameras online, along with an industrial-grade temperature control system.

Ethan, you like miniature worlds so much, don't you? You think nothing in this world is more important than your thrills, right? Then I'll help you make that world a little more perfect.

"I hope you two enjoy your stay in this tank," I said softly, looking at the order confirmation page on my computer screen.

That weekend, Ethan said he was throwing a welcome party for Chloe and invited a few colleagues from his company over for dinner. I didn't want to join the commotion, but he insisted I attend, claiming it would "look bad" if I wasn't there to greet everyone.

At noon, colleagues began to arrive. The living room was bustling. Chloe, in a floral dress, moved through the crowd like a diligent hostess, serving drinks and laughing flirtatiously.

"Chloe is so thoughtful, Ethan is lucky."

"She really is, her cooking is better than restaurant food."

Several male colleagues complimented her without reservation.

Ethan sat in the center of the sofa, beaming. "Of course, Chloe has always been skilled with her hands, unlike *some* people who, even after marriage, won't even step foot in the kitchen." He glanced at me, pointedly.

I sat quietly in a corner armchair, sipping plain water, pretending not to hear.

"Aurora, dinner's ready!" Chloe walked out with the last dish, warmly calling to me.

Everyone sat around the dining table. Chloe specifically pushed a plate of peanut butter fried chicken in front of me.

"I made this just for you. See if you like it."

I frowned slightly. "I'm allergic to peanuts, don't you know that?"

The atmosphere at the table instantly chilled. Chloe immediately covered her mouth, her eyes welling up with feigned grievance. "I'm sorry, I... I really forgot. I just remembered Ethan loves this dish the most, so I just made it." She looked at Ethan for help.

Ethan, as expected, did not disappoint her and immediately scowled. "Aurora, what's wrong with you? Chloe worked so hard to make all this food, why are you being so nitpicky?"

"I'm just stating a fact; I can't eat peanuts."

"If you can't eat it, just pick it out! Do you have to be a killjoy when everyone's having a good time?" Ethan slammed his fork onto the table. "If you don't want to eat, then don't! Go back to your room."

Several colleagues exchanged glances. "Ethan, she's allergic, let it go," someone tried to mediate.

"What 'body type'? She's just being dramatic!" Ethan snorted.

"Aurora, my bad, really. Here, let me get you some soup as an apology." Chloe offered a bowl of soup.

To leave quickly, I drank it.

Less than a minute later, my throat started to tighten, and my breathing grew shallow. Large red rashes quickly broke out on my skin, itching terribly.

"Aurora, what's wrong with you?" Chloe called out, feigning surprise.

I clutched my chest, gasping for air, trying to stand up from the chair, but my legs buckled, and I tumbled to the floor.

"Aurora, what are you faking now?" Ethan sat in his chair, not moving an inch. "How serious can a bowl of soup be? Don't embarrass me in front of my colleagues!"

My airway was already seizing up; I couldn't even get out a full sentence. The colleagues around finally realized something was seriously wrong.

"Ethan, she really looks bad, her face is turning purple!"

"Call 911!"

The scene devolved into chaos, some rushing to help me, others grabbing their phones to call.

Only then did Ethan stand up and walk over, looking down at me. "Such a pain, can't even eat a meal in peace." He didn't help me up, nor did he come with me to the hospital. When the ambulance arrived, he merely asked a female colleague to accompany me.

"I still have guests to entertain. You go with her, and I'll cover the medical expenses," he said dismissively, standing at the doorway.

I lay in the hospital emergency room for four hours. After an IV drip and an anti-allergy shot, my breathing gradually stabilized.

At midnight, the colleague had already gone home, and I was alone in the hospital room. I leaned against the headboard, took out my phone, and opened the home surveillance app.

The footage from the master bedroom was crystal clear. Ethan and Chloe stood in front of the ecosystem tank.

"Ethan, where should we play tonight?" Chloe's voice came through the wiretap.

"To her hospital room." Ethan's face was twisted in a wicked grin. "She's probably half-dead in that bed right now. We'll try it out right on her hospital bed; she'll never know."

Messages instantly flooded the screen.

[OMG, in a hospital bed? Ethan is so wild!]

[Chloe's poisoning move today was brilliant. It got Aurora out of the way so they could go find thrills in the hospital room.]

[Hurry, hurry, I can't wait to see them having sex right under Aurora's nose.]

I looked at the screen, a cold smile playing on my lips. On the screen, Chloe tilted her head back and drank a small bottle of blue liquid, instantly vanishing from the spot. Ethan vanished too.

I put down my phone and glanced at the thermos of steaming hot water on the nightstand.

"Alright, I'll wait for you."