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

Her eyes still held unshed tears at the corners.


"Honey, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me. Can't we start over?"


I turned away, shaking my head resolutely.


"Don't you dare call me 'honey'. We've already signed the divorce papers."


"Once the cooling-off period is over, we'll have no connection whatsoever."


Melody visibly froze after hearing my words.


"No... no, honey, I just lost my way for a moment. I still love you, truly."


"Can't you forgive me? Didn't you always want a child? I promise I'll get pregnant this month. In a year, you could be a dad."


She begged, tears streaming down her face.


I yanked my pant leg from her grasp and said coldly, "It's too late. Nothing you say now matters. From the moment you cheated, we were over."


"Melody, you never loved me, and you never loved Dashiell either."


"What you love is money, fame, power - all those things that make you feel superior to others."


Chapter 9