My Wife's Murder Plan for Me

One day at work, my assistant Frank Smith came to me with a mysterious smile, "Mr. Lancelot, were you having a great time last night? You are really trendy."

I was confused and thought back for a long time, "Last night? I went home directly after socializing with Mr. Murphy. Weren't you with me too?"

Frank smiled even more cunningly, "Oh, Mr. Lancelot, there's no need to hide it. I saw with my own eyes that you and your wife went into a sex toy shop together."

"Wait a minute. Frank, are you mistaken?"

"No. The license plate number 5846 belongs to your wife, right? It's normal in today's society. My girlfriend and I occasionally experience it too. I know a shop that is particularly good. Shall I recommend it to you?"

Frank had a cunning expression.

However, I did go home after socializing last night. As for Grace, she said she went to attend an aromatherapy class with Mrs. Richter and came back very late.

If Frank was telling the truth, the person he saw definitely wasn't me.

That was a complicated situation.

What did this mean? I dared not think further.

To be honest, Grace's recent behavior had been a bit strange. She had many strange ideas since she met Mrs. Richter, but nothing else.

After being married for so many years, I couldn't believe that Grace would have an affair.

Perhaps it was just a misunderstanding?

I kept comforting myself like this, but I couldn't help but pay attention to Grace's actions and found many details that I hadn't noticed before.

For example, the clothes Grace wore before she left the house and after she came back were of the same style and colour, but definitely not the same one.

I summoned up the courage to ask, "Honey, why did you change your clothes when you came back today?"

She froze for a moment, then easily replied, "Oh, I sweated a lot during the yoga class today, so I took the clothes to dry clean. These are my spare clothes at the yoga studio."

Her explanation sounded reasonable.

Another morning, Grace stopped me before going out.

"Darling, Mrs. Richter invited me to attend a tea ceremony salon today. I will come back late in the evening. You can have dinner by yourself."

I agreed on the surface, but secretly decided to find out the truth.

I told Grace that I would work overtime in the evening, but I took leave from the company in advance and quietly ambushed the garage near my home.

In the evening, Grace left on time, and I followed closely behind.

When Grace drove towards the cafe where Mrs. Richter often invited me, I breathed a sigh of relief.

That was the cafe that Mrs. Richter liked. Maybe they did arrange to meet here.

I comforted myself.

However, the next scene made my heart beat faster.

The man who greeted Grace was a stranger to me, and they hugged tightly as soon as they met.

At that moment, it was as if I was struck by lightning, and all my speculations and uneasiness turned into reality.