Chapter 5

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Carl's face suddenly appeared in my mind. I loved him, and I couldn't betray him. If I did, our marriage would be over.
If Carl suddenly came back and saw us, I would have to leave our marriage with nothing since I was the one at fault. I couldn't accept that.
I wriggled and struggled with all my strength before I actually managed to get out from under the bed. I slumped down on the floor, panting heavily.

Stan's eyes were bloodshot, and it made him look even more terrifying than a beast in heat. He still wanted to violate me.
"Stan, don't come over here. If you take me by force, you'll have to go to prison!"
The desire in his eyes was still there, but he was wary of the phone that I held tightly in my hand.
"Lola, you're just a tramp. You seduced me, but then you left me hanging!"
Although Stan was very reluctant, he ultimately chose to leave.
For some reason, I felt hollow when I heard the door bang shut. If I had just indulged myself a little more, I would have been able to truly enjoy the pleasures that came with being a woman.

I sighed. It was all Carl's fault for being so useless. If he were more capable, I wouldn't be in this state.
At this time, I finally understood why some women chose to cheat. This was especially common in couples where the husband was weak and the woman was a trophy wife. Women had needs, and they needed to be loved.
I endured it on my own until two in the morning, when Carl finally came home. He looked exhausted, as if he had been completely drained of all energy.
Everything I wanted to say hovered on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. I couldn't demand anything from him when he was in this state.

I thought about many things that night.
No matter what, Carl was my spouse. If there was an issue with his health, he just had to get treatment for it. We could go to the best hospital. We would be able to cure him so he could regain his self-respect as a man.
I felt more relaxed once I'd thought of that.

However, the next day at noon, I received a video that plunged me into despair.
The video was a clear recording of the indecent things that Stan and I had done. They had even managed to capture my face, which was bright red and clearly yearning for action. It was incredibly salacious.
Although we hadn't gone all the way until the end in the video, we'd done everything else!
Who had taken it?
The first person I suspected was Stan. I called him angrily.
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