After My Wife Took an Intimate Photo with Her Male Bestie

I turned to face her, and my eyes glimmered seeing her in a white dress.

It was the one she wore when we first met in college in sophomore year.

Under the autumn leaves was she reading a book in the white dress, and I had fallen head over heels for her that day.

After a year of pursuit, we had finally made it official.

Now, she was my wife, visibly pregnant with our first child, the crystal of our love. She bit her lips, her eyes glistening with a mix of fear and hope.

The frost in my heart melted like the first thaw of spring, and without a word, I pulled her into a hug.

"Sit down, you shouldn't be on your feet right now. From here on, I'm taking over the kitchen duties."

Lisa's anxious expression broke into a relieved smile, and she pecked my cheek.

"I always know you are the best, babe."

After dinner, as we reminisced over our younger days, the old spark reignited between us.

I scooped her up in my arms and carried her toward the bedroom.

Lisa playfully scolded, "Take it easy, will you?"

The next day, we walked into the office together.

No sooner had I sat down than a coworker leaned over, grinning. "Looks like you two patched things up? Man, I thought Sarah had a shot."

I gave him a stern look. "Cut it out. I'm taken, and she's just a young woman starting out. If you don't stop the gossip, I won't forget it."

He quickly zipped his lips, gesturing a truce with his hands.

As I turned away, my gaze briefly sweeping Sarah

She seemed to be looking my way and hastily averted her eyes as mine caught hers.

And I sighed to myself.

Sarah was this year's intern, bright and capable, turning the heads of those single men with her charm and good looks.

As her boss, I occasionally checked in on her during late hours, reminding her to head home safely.

But little did I know the girl seemed to have some crush on me.

I hadn't realized her feelings until Lisa, with her intuitive sense, visited the office and spotted the signs immediately.

Lisa then made a point of adding all my coworkers on social media, constantly showcasing our relationship.

Sarah got the hint and maintained a professional distance, reverting to calling me "Mr. Jones" instead of "Mike."

I refocused on my work, hoping the office rumor mill would take a break.

A week later, after wrapping up a demanding project, the company organized a team-building event to unwind.

There, I saw Lisa's "guy bestie", Nate, again.

He was a well-dressed young man in his mid-twenties, wearing glasses and a crisp white shirt paired with a black suit, standing out among our less polished colleagues.

I glanced at him briefly and was about to look away when I heard some teasing from Lisa's team.

"Mrs. Jones lost the game! Drink, drink, drink!"

My heart leaped, and I quickly turned back.

Lisa looked troubled, clearly hesitant, but unwilling to refuse outright.

She had kept her pregnancy under wraps from the company, fearing they might sideline her if it came to light.

Just as I was about to intervene, Nate stepped in and took the drink from Lisa's hand.

"I'll drink this one for her," he announced, then downed it in one swift move. As he placed the glass down, he shot a defiant look my way.