She Satisfies My Husband While I Burn It All Down

During my public lecture, I plugged in the USB drive to pull up my slides.

But the cursor slipped and clicked the wrong file — My Love.

The auditorium erupted in whistles and catcalls.

Then the audio played.

"James, tell me — am I better than Catherine Simmons…"

The room went dead silent.

I turned around slowly.

It felt like being struck by lightning.

I couldn't think about anything else. Like a woman possessed, I dialed James Sanchez's video call over and over until he picked up.

Through the camera, I could see a delivery uniform crumpled on the floor.