The day I Uncovered My Wife's Secret Affair, I Turned My Grief into Ruthless Revenge

The next second, I raised my hand.

"Ah!"

A long gash split open Anthony's arm, sliced by the sharp, broken bottle in my grip.

The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned. Only Rosy, who quickly stopped the bleeding, blew air into him and soothed him.

This wasn't the Rosy I knew, the one who fainted at the sight of blood.

After handling everything, she turned to me with a cold stare. "Hans, you're unbelievable! How can you get so angry over a game that you intentionally hurt someone? What's wrong with you? Apologize to Anthony!"

I shook my head in refusal.

Anthony gasped, tugging at Rosy. "Hey, Rosy, what are you doing? Hans is the birthday boy today. He's just a bit moody and wants to have some fun with me. I'm okay with it. Besides, I'm tough. I'll be fine in a couple of days."

Hearing this, Rosy's gaze toward me grew even colder. "Apologize! Don't make me do it myself!"

My phone suddenly rang. Too lazy to spare her a glance, I answered it directly. "Room 308. Deliver it straight there."

Being ignored completely infuriated Rosy. She grabbed my arm and forcibly dragged me in front of Anthony. She barked, "Apologize and get the hell out of here! Stop acting crazy!"

At that moment came a knock at the door. "Excuse me, Mr. Fletcher, your delivery!"

I wrenched free from Rosy's grip, took the package and handed it to her. "I bought the most expensive ones, ten in total. As long as all ten are negative, we'll let this go."

Rosy instantly realized what I'd purchased, her face boiling with rage. She hurled the entire bag of pregnancy tests at me, screaming, "Hans, are you fucking insane? Or are you deliberately targeting Anthony?"

"Why do you take a game so seriously? Am I really so unworthy of your trust?"

Trust? She and her male friends call each other 'husband' and 'wife,' even letting people call her 'wife' in front of me. What gives her the nerve to demand my trust?

The atmosphere in the room grew tense.

She insisted I apologize to Anthony and I insisted she take the test.

At the same time, Jennifer started to slap herself and begged me, "Hans, this is all my fault for having a big mouth. I'll apologize for you. Please don't make it difficult for Rosy and Anthony, okay?"

Unmoved by that apology, I seized Rosy's arm and dragged her toward the bathroom.

She slapped me in the face in response. "Are you really going to humiliate me like this? Even if I am pregnant, it's your child! What the hell do you want?"

She had been fooling around with Anthony. If she were pregnant, who knew if the baby was even mine?

The more she refused to take the test, the more I was convinced something was going on between her and Anthony.

I grabbed the fruit knife from the table and said calmly, "Fine. If you won't take it, I'll get rid of the baby myself."

Rosy's eyes blazed red, pierced by the icy calm in mine.

In the end, she relented. As we entered the bathroom, she swore to me, her voice trembling on the verge of tears. "Honey, I really am not pregnant! I just randomly picked someone to call and joke around! Does that mean every time I play this game with someone, you have to make such a scene and suspect I'm having an affair with them?"

With so many people present, why did she only label Anthony as 'husband'? Even I, her real husband, was just listed by name!

After I ignored her pleas and promises, she could only turn her sorrowful, pleading gaze toward Anthony.

But under my icy glare, Anthony backed down. "Rosy, if we're innocent, we have nothing to fear! Just listen to Hans and take the test! Once the results are in, we'll decide for you!"

His solemn words, paired with Rosy's eyes brimming with helplessness and disappointment, actually made me look like the one losing my mind.