"Is this why you've been sneaking out at night for the last four weeks, Jade?" Henry's voice cracked as he spat the words, his anger barely restrained. "Why you won't let me touch you anymore? Is it because you're addicted to someone else's... bigger cock?!"
His words hung in the air, sharp and heavy, cutting through the tense silence of their dimly lit bedroom. Henry's face was contorted with fury, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.
He sat rigid, his whole body trembling as he fought the violent impulses swirling inside him.
He had never imagined he'd be in this situation—questioning his wife, the woman he had loved and cherished, about her infidelity.
The betrayal burned in his chest, a suffocating mix of heartbreak and humiliation. He had always been a good husband, hadn't he? Providing for her, supporting her dreams, and showering her with love.
And yet, here they were.
