My Boss’s Escort Wasn’t My Wife

My boss ordered an escort service, and it turned out to be my wife. Late at night, my wife's best friend came to my door and told me a shocking secret...

My boss called for an escort service. I glanced over unintentionally and realized the woman looked just like my wife!

The next day at work, my wife deliberately took a condom with her...

Right after my wife left, her best friend showed up at my place. She revealed an astonishing secret.

My wife wasn't just providing escort services—she was also forcing others into it.

And as her best friend, she was one of those being forced...

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"Liam, want to order some escort service?"

In an upscale nightclub, I was accompanying my boss while he sang.

My boss suddenly looked at me with a mysterious smile.

I gave an awkward smile and waved my hand.

"Forget it, boss."

I was married.

My wife worked at a hospital.

We also had a three-year-old daughter.

Life could be described as very happy and fulfilling.

To throw it all away for momentary lust seemed utterly worthless to me.

I just never expected my usually upright and sunny boss to have such vulgar tendencies.

"Really not?" My boss's eyes held a teasing glint.

I shook my head.

"Then you'll just have to watch."

My boss waved his hand and immediately signaled to a server.

"Number Three."

I quickly got up to leave.

Otherwise, I was afraid watching might ignite something.

After I had moved some distance from the private room, I still couldn't help but glance back.

Sure enough, I saw a woman entering.

Just from her profile, I could tell she was a stunning beauty.

Her figure was exceptionally tall, almost model standards.

But soon my eyelids twitched.

Why did she seem like a figure I knew very well?

My wife?!

Even though it felt unbelievable, my first instinct was to rush forward!

But I was stopped by the server outside the door.

I struggled with him.

He turned out to be strong and capable.

He knocked me down in a few moves.

Then he called a few security guards, and together they threw me out.

Lying outside the nightclub entrance, my heart was in agony.

I didn't even care about the strange looks people around me were giving.

I immediately called my wife.

Her phone was off!

For people in her line of work, it was indeed hard to be disturbed!

I still couldn't believe it.

I couldn't get back into the nightclub now.

I could only hurry home by car.

I hoped my wife would be at home.

Usually, she would have returned from work by this time.

Only on a few occasional times...

Could it be that during those occasional times, my wife was...?!

I drove home like a man possessed.

I took out my key and burst through the door!

The lights weren't on in the house.

Sure enough, no one was home!

But after turning on the lights, I still called out for my wife throughout the rooms.

I hoped she was just tired from work and had gone to bed early.

However, every room was empty.

As for our three-year-old daughter, because we were both busy with work, she was at her grandmother's house.

I sat on the sofa like a lost soul.

I held my head in my hands.

I carefully recalled the back and profile of that Number Three.

They were almost identical to my wife's.

After all, she was the woman I had shared a bed with for three years.

I couldn't be mistaken.

The only difference was, she had changed to a very seductive hairstyle, like those working girls.

Thinking that she might be in that private room serving my boss right now, my heart ached as if pierced by needles.

At this moment, I desperately wished I had vision problems.

As I sat in agony for a long time, the living room door opened.

My wife pushed the door and entered.

"Ah, so tired. Finally off work."

My wife was in casual clothes, a bag slung over her shoulder.

She looked exactly like someone who had just gotten off work from the hospital.