She Loved Cheating, I Loved Watching Her Fall

“You love horseback riding, so tomorrow I’ll take you to a riding club with some friends from France.”

I pulled my hand away from Sarah’s, putting distance between us.

The wounds she had left on my heart were too deep—I had no interest in talking to her.

When she noticed my cold reaction, Sarah grew nervous.

She finally realized my expression was not as it usually was.

Because I truly had a fever, and my body temperature was rising steadily.

Sarah rushed to help me onto the couch, fumbling to find medicine to feed me.

But before she could bring it, a phone call interrupted her.

She said it was a friend from France calling, something urgent to discuss.

“Why are you calling now? I told you I’d be with Michael during the day. I’ll come see you tonight.”

“Sweetheart, go pick up the package. I bought us plenty of little toys. Tomorrow, we’ll try a risky horse-riding game. Isn’t that exciting?”

When Sarah heard those words, her face lit up with excitement. Mine, however, was filled with sorrow.

She had put the call on speaker, so I heard everything.

So the horseback riding was just an excuse. What they craved was the thrill of nearly being discovered.

Sarah forgot all about my medicine. Her fingers slackened, the pills dropped to the floor, and she rushed out to get her package.

Strangely, I wasn’t as heartbroken anymore. I had begun to erase every good memory I ever had of her.

The next day, I didn’t want to go out, but Sarah forced me.

She had never been this insistent before. I didn’t know when her love for me had soured into something else.

At the riding club, her friends mocked me in French.

“His wife is about to play that horse-riding sex game with someone else, and this idiot still doesn’t know.”

“We’re so cruel, all teaming up to humiliate this broke loser.”

“Ha! Just because he married Sarah, he thinks he’s our brother-in-law? Please. He’s not even worthy to clean up after Daniel.”

“Enough! Don’t insult him, or you’ll answer to me.”

I thought I’d be angry, but strangely, I wasn’t.

Daniel suddenly pulled out a wild, untamed horse and handed it to me.

“Michael, this is a fine horse—ride it.”

Everyone exchanged mocking glances. They knew this horse was nearly impossible to control and could hurt me.

Just as Sarah was about to refuse, Daniel cut her off.

“Don’t you want to play the game? It’s just a horse—what’s there to be afraid of?”

“Ha! You guys really are daring—what an idea, to play that horse-riding game.”

And so they pushed me onto the horse. It bolted instantly, carrying me off at a dangerous speed.

My face turned pale, and I cried out to Sarah behind me.

“Call the staff! This horse has gone mad!”

But Sarah pretended not to hear. She mounted a white horse and chased after Daniel instead.

“Ha! That broke loser—he’s done for.”

“Daniel drugged the horse with stimulants. If it doesn’t cripple him, it’ll kill him.”

Soon, I was thrown violently to the ground, injuring my leg.

That’s when I realized—the horse had been tampered with.

Clenching my teeth, I dragged my badly injured leg, limping back.

In the distance, on a white horse, I saw two people riding together, bodies pressed close, moving in ways I didn’t want to describe.

I froze in place, my gaze falling in despair.

At that moment, my love for Sarah finally died completely.

When I hobbled back, Sarah and the others had returned.

“Well? Wasn’t the horse-riding game fun?”

“Exciting, wasn’t it?”

“You’re really something, Sarah. To risk your husband’s life for the thrill of a game.”