The wife was videotaped in the underground garage

On the first night shift of the community security guard, my colleague pulled me to watch a small video.

When I first saw it, I still had the mentality of watching a play, and joked with my colleagues, saying that this woman has a lot of charm, and I don't know who it will be cheaper.

I casual attitude vanishes when I catches a glimpse of the woman's exposed chest, revealing a tattoo identical like my darling's.

It's the matching tattoo they got when we first started dating.

No, it can't be. It's impossible.

It's just a tattoo, right? Surely there could be duplicates out there.

But then, the woman in the video coos seductively.

"Baby, let's go again. I can't wait any longer."

The voice is unmistakable.

It belongs to Melody, my wife of ten years.