That evening, my class held a meeting after more than 10 years of graduation. Everyone is eager to show off their wives, husbands, and children. Personally, I was unusually excited: I didn’t take my wife away, but took a beautiful, young woman wearing a bright red dress.

As soon as he entered the shop, many eyes fell on him. My friends admired and complimented me on “eating and making, who can equal such a beautiful young wife”. I sat with my nose puffed, tossed a glass and gloated, not noticing that someone discreetly held up the phone to record the scene of me stretching my shoulders, laughing and talking all the time.

That night, I gloated to bring him back, thinking in my stomach that no one would dare to say anything. But just a few hours later, I was dead: my wife received a secret clip, full of scenes of me cuddling her lover during a class meeting.

I imagined my wife crying, smashing, and then divorcing immediately. I trembled and prepared myself to face it.

But strangely, she just kept quiet, didn’t cry, didn’t yell, didn’t question. The quieter it was, the more I felt a chill down my spine.

It wasn’t until a week later that the secret broke: it turned out that my wife herself had known about it for a long time, and the person who filmed the clip that day… is her best friend. It’s all in the plan. She didn’t need to argue, just quietly gathered enough evidence and filed a complaint directly in court.

On the day I received the summons, I understood: my wife did not “bully” noisily, but decisively delivered a fatal blow once, making me unable to turn back.