Summary
My wife is a graduate of a socialite training camp.
She’s fair-skinned, beautiful, gentle, and absolutely incredible in bed.
She never checks my phone.
However, I happened to see her chat history with her best friend.
[Marrying up is so exhausting. This old geezer is such a pain to serve.]
[A two-million-yuan Hermès bag isn’t even enough to cover my mental distress fees.]
[Catching feelings? What a joke. I know the difference between a husband and a boss.]
But I didn’t.
Was she subtly bragging, or was she actually complaining?
So, I hacked her friend’s phone to “confront” her.