Sizzling Betrayal, My Husband's Wok-Fired Affair

After six years of matrimony, Lester grew weary of me—his compliant, saintly "first love." He became captivated by the hot-headed proprietor of a wok-fried food booth in a dining plaza.

"She's spirited, lively, and brimming with energy—traits you lack," he once remarked to me.

They embraced fervently in the subdued lighting of her cramped cooking space.

Eventually, Lester departed from our union empty-handed, only to learn that the woman who had stolen his heart had three offspring—each with a different partner. This revelation left him shattered.