Our Silver Anniversary: My Wife, a Male Escort, 30 Rounds

Despite having been married for 25 years now, my wife, Sasha Fuller, and I have done it less than ten times.

During our 25th wedding anniversary, however, Sasha, who has always claimed to be uninterested in intimacy, ends up doing it 30 times with a male escort at a clubhouse.

The couch ends up completely drenched.

This is when I realize just how wrong I've been all along.

Even after her betrayal is exposed, Sasha adamantly refuses to admit to any wrongdoing. On the contrary, she starts condemning me.

Hurt and upset, I proceed to spend three days arguing with her about it.

Even my friends and relatives try to talk me down.

"You two have been married for over 20 years now. She's even the CEO of Fuller Group. What's the big deal if she sleeps with a male escort? Don't end your marriage over something this trivial."

"All these years, a live-in son-in-law like you only managed to establish yourself with the help of the Fuller family anyway. Don't be so ungrateful."

With my heart in anguish, I look at Sasha and say, "Cut off all contact with him, and things between us can go back to the way they used to be."

However, Sasha retrieves a pregnancy test report from her briefcase and silently takes off her wedding ring. "Colin, I'm already 45 years old. Even if you can't have children, you can't expect me to go my whole life without one as well, right?"

She strokes her belly without the slightest trace of guilt in her eyes. "If you insist on making a big deal over this, then I have no choice but to divorce you."

My hands, hidden by my sleeves, clench into fists briefly before falling lax again.

"Let's get a divorce then."

Not only am I going to get a divorce, but I'm going to give Sasha and her affair partner a big surprise.

I returned home exhausted, only to hear the sultry moans of my wife, Sasha Fuller, coming from the bedroom.

After realizing she'd been discovered, she not only showed no remorse, but she even allowed her young boy toy, Harry Upton, to taunt me.

Harry's eyes were full of mockery as he declared, "What right does an impotent man like you have to expect her to stay loyal to you? You're just a kept man who married into the Fuller family. You only managed to latch onto her before I did. What gives you the right to point fingers at me?"

Even more ironic was what happened next.

After the affair became known among our relatives and friends, everyone came to "talk some sense" into me. Not a single person rebuked Sasha for her behavior.

After mocking me, Harry swaggered out of my house. Sasha, who had always been eloquent, became somewhat quiet. She hesitated for some time before finally saying, "Let me explain, Colin. This isn't what you think it is."

It felt as if a net was tightening around my heart, squeezing it.

"Are you trying to tell me everything I just saw wasn't real?" I questioned Sasha angrily, demanding to know why she had betrayed our marriage.

Sasha's expression stiffened and gradually turned a little unpleasant. She swallowed a few times before saying, "I'm a woman, Colin. Throughout our 25-year marriage, you haven't been able to satisfy me. Is it wrong of me to find someone else to fulfill my needs?"

Feeling like I'd been struck by lightning, I was rendered speechless.

She'd calmly described the situation in that manner, subtly accusing me of being the immature one. Yet her nonchalant explanation filled me with nothing but bitterness.

It was Sasha who told me that she had no interest in intimacy. As a result, I never tried to force her into anything. To protect her from possible gossip, I even faked a medical report that classified me as impotent.

But now, that was the evidence she used to attack me.

A suffocating feeling filled my chest. I felt too choked up to even speak.

27 years ago, my family, the Grahams, was brought to the brink of collapse. My parents had died as a result of someone else's malicious schemes. In my darkest hour, it was Sasha who personally brought her people over to support me, allowing me to preserve the last of my family's business empire.

After that, she pursued me relentlessly, only to face opposition from her parents.

Later on, I willingly married into the Fuller family, becoming their live-in son-in-law instead. It was partly because I was moved by her devotion and partly to repay the debt of gratitude I owed her.

But never did I ever expect her to completely forget the promises she once made.

My heart was stinging sharply, the pain welling up inside of me with no escape.

After arguing with Sasha for three days, I finally chose to compromise.

"Cut off all contact with him, and things between us can go back to the way they used to be," I said, with my eyes closed in pain.

However, Sasha took out a pregnancy test report and stroked her abdomen, her gaze gentle as she declared, "I only have one condition, Colin. I must keep this child."

My eyes widened in shock.

Sasha's parents, Albert Fuller and Molly Hurst, had spent close to two decades urging us to have a child. Out of nowhere, they'd stopped nagging us about it three months ago.

At the time, I thought they'd finally given up.

Well, it turned out that Sasha had come up with another plan long ago. She'd decided to have someone else's baby without telling me about it.

"That's not going to happen," I declared, my words clear and firm.

Sasha silently removed the wedding ring from her finger. "Colin, I'm already 45 years old. Even if you can't have children, you can't expect me to go my whole life without one as well, right?"

She continued to stroke her belly, not a trace of guilt in her eyes as she continued, "If you insist on making a big deal over this, then I have no choice but to divorce you."

My entire body stiffened slightly. The truth was on the tip of my tongue, but the words felt powerless. "Actually, I'm not impotent. The medical report was—"

It was a fake one.

However, at the very next second, Sasha's expression filled with disgust. "Aren't you being too selfish, Colin? Just because you can't have children, you want to take away my right to be a mother, too?"

Her sharp, accusatory words rang in my ears. She claimed the moral high ground and condemned me for being the cruel, selfish one.

At that very moment, I suddenly lost all interest in telling her the truth. My hands, hidden beneath my sleeves, clenched briefly before unfurling limply.

Slowly, I said, "Let's get a divorce, then."