My Flight Attendant Wife's Secret Lover

My wife is a flight attendant.

She is captivating and alluring, but I am infertile.

An unexpected incident made me suspect her infidelity, and what I witnessed next was even harder to accept.

My wife, Ava Langley, is a flight attendant.

She is beautiful and elegant, dressing in a sexy and迷人 manner every day.

Although slender, she is tall, standing at five feet seven, with an enviable hourglass figure that looks even more stunning under her clothing, leaving me utterly enthralled.

We have been married for three years without children.

We both tried, but unfortunately, it never happened.

My good friend Noah Lopez often joked that my wife must be kept by some wealthy man, and marrying me was merely a cover.

Otherwise, why would she ever settle for someone like me?

Although I didn't believe the rumors, they still affected me.

Later, Ava took me to the hospital for tests.

The problem was mine.

The female doctor even looked at me with pity in her eyes.

But not long ago, I discovered things weren't as simple as I thought.

I began to suspect she was cheating on me!

Ava had been flying frequently those days, leaving me alone at home and utterly frustrated.

Unexpectedly, when I returned from work, she was already home, kneeling on the floor cleaning.

She had changed into a nightgown, presenting a completely different allure.

Seeing her so captivating, I couldn't restrain myself and reached out with a husband's embrace.

Ava was clearly startled.

She cried out, "Honey, what are you doing?"

"I've missed you so much," I said, beginning my preparations.

"You're so bad, honey," my wife said, calling me bad but offering no resistance...

Afterward, I went to shower but realized I'd forgotten my underwear.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I was shocked to find Ava secretly taking medication!

Noticing me, she flinched, forcing a smile.

"Honey, why aren't you showering yet?"

I'm not a fool.

Her exaggerated reaction definitely meant something was wrong.

I snatched the tightly clutched pill box from her hand and looked at it.

She was taking birth control pills.

My mind went blank, and I nearly stumbled.

If I'm infertile, why would she need birth control pills?

I tried to keep my voice calm.

"Ava, why are you taking these? I... I'm supposed to be infertile, right?"

"Honey, I was wrong. I lied to you. Please forgive me, okay?" Ava was on the verge of tears.

She rushed into my arms, holding me tightly.

I paused, then pushed her away.

"Explain this to me clearly. What's really going on?"

She trembled like a frightened kitten.

"Honey, don't be angry. Actually, there's nothing wrong with you. I had my friend forge those medical records for you."

A surge of anger rose within me.

For years, I had carried immense guilt toward Ava, even feeling unable to hold my head up in public.

That sense of sin nearly drove me mad.

It wasn't that I was obsessed with having children, but I felt I had failed Ava, unable to give her a complete family.

An intense sense of humiliation filled me with rage.

I felt played.

What worried me most was why she didn't want to have children with me.

Was it truly because she was being kept by someone else?

"Honey, you know a flight attendant's income depends on flight hours. Once pregnant, my career would be over. Those years lost to childbirth—what would I do afterward?"

Ava grew more agitated as she spoke, finally breaking into tears.

What shattered my heart most were her next words.

"If I lose this job, with your salary alone, how could we survive in Shanghai? I did this for our family."

Over the years, Ava hadn't had an easy life with me, often feeling inferior among her friends.

Thinking of this filled me with overwhelming guilt.

For a moment, I felt shrouded in a dark fog, suffocated, as if everyone was pointing at me, saying, "Liam Evans, you are a failure."

I forgave Ava's deception.

She eventually agreed that once her job stabilized this year, she would have a child with me.

From then on, I worked even harder, working overtime day and night.

By year's end, due to my relentless efforts, I was promoted to supervisor.

And during this time, Ava became pregnant.

This double blessing filled me with joy, unaware that my head had long been adorned with a crown of green.

After Ava became pregnant, worried it might harm the baby, our intimate moments became rare, eventually ceasing altogether.

If Ava was unwilling, I couldn't force her.

It was all for the child's sake.

But after her pregnancy, she often woke at night.

To avoid disturbing me, she started sleeping in the guest room and would lock the door from inside.

I found it strange.

We're family.

Why lock the door?

What secrets were in that guest room?

One day, unable to resist, I sneaked into the guest room while she was out with a friend.

Under the pillow, I found a Zippo lighter with signs of wear.

It clearly wasn't something Ava had bought for me.

I decided to wait for Ava's return and ask her properly what was going on.

At seven in the evening, Ava returned home.

I had prepared flowers, a cake, and wine, trying to create a romantic atmosphere.

Unexpectedly, she entered looking exhausted and went straight to the guest room.

"I've eaten. You have yours. I'm tired and need to rest." Before I could speak, she firmly closed the door.

Standing in the living room, looking at all my careful preparations, I felt my heart freeze.

I wanted to burst in and demand what she meant and who the lighter belonged to.

But I held back.

What would asking achieve?