A Vasectomy for Her Lover: I Sent Her Packing

"Honey, I had someone specially bring you supplements from overseas. They're perfect for your condition right now. They'll help you recover faster," Iris explained.

I glanced down at the box. The packaging looked expensive, covered in foreign text I couldn't read.

The seal showed obvious signs of tampering. Someone had clearly opened it before. I remained indifferent, neither taking it nor saying a word.

Iris' patience gradually wore thin. The smile faded from her face, and her tone took on an edge of irritation. "Honey, I know you had the surgery for me, but you can't treat me like this.

"I went through all this trouble getting you supplements and preparing a surprise, and this is how you act? If you don't want to see me, fine. I'll just leave."

With that, she put on a show of being hurt, pulled on her bathrobe, and hurried out of the bedroom toward the guest room.

I pulled out my phone, opened the browser, and typed in the foreign text from the box. But no matter how much I searched, I couldn't find any relevant information.

Almost on impulse, I opened that online post again. Mason had updated it.

"Just finished with her in that bunny costume. Didn't even wash it before I had her wear it to greet my idiot buddy. The thought alone cracks me up."

Someone immediately commented below.

"OP, didn't that guy just get a vasectomy? You're making his wife wear that? Can he even perform?"

Mason replied quickly. "Don't worry, I already prepared some medicine for him. Check out the photo."

He attached a picture. It was the same supplement box Iris had just given me.

"This is good stuff from Middlepon. It's for breeding stallions, getting them all worked up. I guarantee he'll be able to get it up tonight.

"I just wonder if he'll lose his mind when he finds out what he's taking."

Someone cautioned him. "OP, don't go too crazy. You'll be in real trouble if someone actually dies."

Mason brushed it off. "If he dies, whatever. He's just a waste of space anyway. Living or dead makes no difference. But don't worry, I've got another surprise for him. Can't let him die just yet."

People in the comments went wild asking what the surprise was, but Mason kept it vague.

"Patience. You'll find out soon enough. I promise it'll be good."

I stared at the screen, a strange curiosity stirring inside me. What exactly was Mason's so-called surprise?

He'd already pushed me this far. What else could he possibly do?

I took screenshots of the post, saved them, and sent the link to a hacker I knew, asking him to trace the IP address and identify the account owner.

Half an hour later, the results came back. It was Mason, just as I'd expected. The address matched his residence in the city.

After backing up all the evidence, my phone suddenly rang. It was my father.

I accepted the call. Dad's voice was sharp on the other end as he said, "Remi Emerson! What the hell are you doing? Why did you upset Iris again?

"Tomorrow is my 60th birthday. You're causing chaos in this house before such an important day. It's unacceptable!"

I frowned but stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.

"I don't care what your reasons are. Go to the guest room right now and apologize to Iris. I won't have her suffering any more because of you!"

With that, he hung up. I knew exactly what had happened—Iris had been working behind the scenes again.

I opened the family group chat and scrolled through the recent messages. It didn't take long to find what I was looking for.

The chat had been lively just moments ago. Someone asked if Iris was upset, mentioning she'd posted a crying voice message and deleted it seconds later.

Iris' message followed immediately.

"I'm fine, everyone. It's my fault. I accidentally made Remi unhappy."

"It's not his fault. I'll talk to him and clear up the misunderstanding."

Messages flooded in below as the others sympathized with how understanding she was and told me not to go too far.

Iris replied again, "Don't worry, everyone."

"I've already had someone order that sports car he likes. As long as he calms down, I'll do anything."

I stared at the words on the screen, a bitter smile tugging at my lips.

I'd never liked sports cars. That was Mason's obsession.