Chapter 7
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How could he possibly assume that things would be so simple? Why should I be humiliated by him for no reason?
The police popped up in my mind. I could just call the police. The video wasn't that naughty, so I didn't have to be too afraid.
However, the person on the other end seemed to have me right in the palm of his hand. "Don't even think about calling the cops. I know Carl too well, and he's a very petty man. If he finds out that you've been getting up to things with a deliveryman, he will definitely divorce you!"
I felt as if my body had been plunged into ice. The person was well-informed about our family and could even be a friend of ours.
When I thought it over, I realized it was possible. There were always several men staring at us whenever Carl and I went for a stroll in the neighborhood. Many of them were men that we knew, and they didn't take any pains to disguise the desire in their eyes.
What should I do?
Carl came home from work at around 6:00 pm. I felt troubled, and I hesitated to speak.
If I told him the truth about everything, Carl might forgive me. He might also fly into a rage and divorce me.
I couldn't take the risk. I didn't dare to do so.
Carl pulled me into his arms, asking with concern, "Darling, why do you look so distracted? Are you unwell?"
I saw the worried look in his eyes and felt more ashamed than I had ever felt before.
If I had just rejected Stan at once, none of this would have happened!
I couldn't lose my husband, who loved me so much. He had given me a life of wealth so that I would never have to endure the torture of going to work. He took care of me meticulously in other aspects as well. Apart from things in the bedroom, he was flawless.
I couldn't fall asleep, tormented at the thought of my promise to sneak out at midnight and carry out our deal.
More importantly, it was a humiliating request. He even wanted me to wear a bikini!
However, I had no choice but to obey to have the video deleted. I only hoped I would be able to resolve the issue smoothly within the day.
It was finally midnight. As Carl snored, I slipped quietly out of bed. I was afraid that I would wake him.
I had warmed up a cup of milk for him with a sleeping pill in it, and it would be enough to keep him asleep until morning.
Still, I felt guilty.
