My Wife and Her Driving Instructor

I married a beautiful woman named Evelyn Roscente, who became obsessed with getting her driver's license.

She often came home late and started acting strangely.

After some digging, I uncovered terrifying secrets between my wife and her driving instructor, Liam Evans...

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A month ago, I quietly returned from my hometown and gently opened the front door.

I wanted to surprise my wife, Evelyn Roscente.

As I stepped into the foyer and bent down to change my shoes, a pair of men's casual sneakers—definitely not mine—caught my eye.

At first, I thought we had relatives visiting. But when I glanced into the living room, it was empty.

Where is everyone? I wondered.

Just as I was about to call out for Evelyn, I heard it—the unmistakable sound of her moaning, mingled with a man’s heavy breathing.

As an adult, I didn’t need to see to know what was happening.

The bedroom door was wide open. Those shameless adulterers couldn’t even wait to close it.

My fists clenched in fury. I stormed forward, my footsteps loud enough that they should have heard me—if they hadn’t been so lost in their passion.

But at the threshold, I stopped.

I forced myself to swallow the urge to burst in and beat them senseless. Instead, I retreated silently.

They had the audacity to do this in my home. That meant this affair had been going on for a while.

If I had already been cuckolded, barging in now would only alert them.

Evelyn was stunning—fair-skinned, with curves that made men stare.

I, on the other hand, was average-looking. The only things I had going for me were my height—6’2”—and my decent bank account.

Friends and family often said I was lucky Evelyn had agreed to marry me.

I believed them too. So I cherished her. I never missed a romantic gesture. I spoiled her, gave in to her every whim.

But love is unpredictable. I’d seen couples who dated for years before marriage, only for the wife to cheat within a few years.

Evelyn and I? We’d met through a matchmaker and married within three months. Our relationship had no solid foundation. That made it even more fragile.

What if my devotion wasn’t enough to keep her faithful?

No man wants to wear the horns of a cuckold.

So I had warned her. If she ever fell out of love, I told her to be honest. I’d let her go without a fight—as long as she didn’t betray me.