Wife’s extramarital affair with the college student upstairs

Olive's breath paused for a moment before she softly replied, "Okay."

Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Harry.

“Danny, where are you?"

"Just now, Olive called me, asking if you were at my place. I told her you were sleeping it off after drinking, so she didn’t ask to speak to you."

He hesitated a bit. "You didn't do anything to let her down, did you?"

I forced a bitter smile. "No."

"That's good..."

"Except Olive cheated."

“What?” Harry was stunned. It took him a while to react before he anxiously asked, “Where are you now?”

“I’m downstairs at my place.”

“Why aren’t you going home? Where’s… Olive?”

I looked up at my own window, brightly lit, while the male college student's apartment upstairs was in complete darkness.

“Olive… brought her lover home.”

Harry was furious and insisted that I wait for him so he could go up with me.

I glanced at the time. “No need. I’ll go up by myself. It won’t take long. Wait for me at the entrance of the community; we’ll go grab a drink.”

Harry shouted in a panic, “Danny, don’t act rashly! I’ll be there soon!”

He was clearly scared, worried that I wouldn’t be able to handle the mess at home if I saw it.

But I tightened my grip on the student ID in my hand, which I had picked up from the car’s floor earlier.

This was clearly the reckless passion of a young college student. The boy's possessiveness over Olive was becoming impossible to hide. He was clearly trying hard to let me see him, so how could I ignore his efforts?

Before entering, I turned on my phone's camera. The living room floor was scattered with clothes, evidence of their impatience.

Clear male voices drifted in from the bathroom.

“Olive, let me carry you to bed.”

In the warm, orange light, two intertwined silhouettes were cast against the frosted glass door.

“Forget it, it’s too much trouble to clean the sheets. Let’s wait until he goes on a business trip next time.”

“Tsk, you won’t even agree to such a small request, yet you say you love me…”

His words were cut off by a kiss from Olive.

Seeing that they had no intention of coming out anytime soon, I turned on my phone and walked around the house.

The piano lid in the study was open, with Olive's black stockings draped over it and suspicious water stains on the keys.

Entering the bedroom, I noticed the bedside drawer was slightly open, revealing a torn box of condoms.

A wave of nausea washed over me.

The sounds from the bathroom continued.

I clenched my fists tightly, then silently relaxed. I took a safety pin and poked a hole in the remaining condom.

Since you both love seeking excitement so much, let’s see how far you would go.

The bathroom door finally opened.

Steam filled the air as the boy walked out, holding Olive in his arms.

When she saw me, she let out a sharp scream, covering her chest and hiding in the boy's embrace.

Her flustered expression made it seem as though I were a stranger breaking in, rather than her husband.

I walked up to Olive.

Her delicate and beautiful face was still the one I had loved for many years. However, there was a rare hint of panic in her usually composed eyes.

“Danny, I—”

I cut her off, directing my gaze at the boy who was holding her so tightly. “Ethan, is it thrilling to sneak into someone else's home for an affair?”