My Wife, His Dog

I installed a GPS tracker in Isabella's car.

This was to prevent her from unexpectedly returning home and catching me in the act.

I lit a cigarette after our encounter.

Then I checked the location on my phone.

"Eclipse Club? Your wife is visiting a male escort!"

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"You've never heard of the Eclipse Club?"

"Male escorts! Gigolos! Hosts! You must know what those are!"

Chloe's face flushed crimson, either from my performance or the shocking revelation.

My heart dropped.

My wife was cheating on me with a male escort!

But I quickly dismissed the thought. Isabella wasn't that kind of woman.

She was beautiful, elegant, and virtuous. She managed Winbond Group with remarkable competence—a true alpha female.

How could she let such riffraff defile her body?

Besides, wasn't my virile physique enough to captivate her?

It must have been Mrs. Anderson and Mrs. Lawrence's idea.

They were Winbond Group's biggest clients.

Those two wealthy widows were notorious in Zhejiang Province's elite circles.

Isabella had complained countless times about having to entertain them.

I always urged her to prioritize the company's interests.

She must be in a difficult position now.

I flicked Chloe's forehead and feigned anger.

"You'd believe Isabella would do that before I would."

Chloe dramatically clutched her forehead and leaned against my chest.

"You're right. A goddess like Ms. Roscente would never hire a male escort."

"Hey! Why are you insulting me, old man?"

She playfully bit my cheek. She was always so energetic.

Tonight, I was no slouch either. Our second round began in earnest.

Buzz.

My whole body jolted.

The app showed my wife's car heading home.