ManyWriters

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.

The wife was videotaped in the underground garage

Wyatt didn't even glance at him, standing ramrod straight beside me.


"That's right, I'm taking him with me now."


As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room erupted in chaos!


Because everyone here had, to some extent, previously mocked or laughed at me.


Their gazes towards me gradually began to change, from initial disdain to now terror.


I thought Dashiell would have shown some restraint, but who knew he would deliberately block the doorway.


He glared at me viciously, "Ethan, you think just because you've cozied up to Wyatt, I'll let you off the hook today?"


"I'm laying it out here and now, if Ethan wants to leave through this door today, he'll have to crawl between my legs. Otherwise, I'll cripple one of his legs!"


Wyatt patted my shoulder, whispering in my ear, "Don't be afraid, young master. With me here, no one dares touch you."


Hearing his words, I felt inexplicably reassured. So this is what it feels like to be protected.


Chapter 7