My father-in-law was grinning ear to ear, and he patted my shoulder. "I knew you were a great man, George. When the upstarts tried to take Queenie's hand in marriage, I convinced my wife that they're not better than you. You're educated, well-mannered, and nice to Queenie. Good to know my choice is still the right one."
I hid the mockery in my eyes. "You flatter me."
"I told you George was great," Jack said. The family was trying to take credit for marrying Queenie off to me, while the woman in question was looking at me like a maiden in love. I was smiling, but my heart was cold and dead.

'Laugh while you can. When the bubble of your dream pops, you'll be crying,' I thought.
That night, Queenie presented herself in a sexy nightgown. The old me would have taken her as hard as I could, but all I could think of right now was the disgusting chat history, and I felt nothing but scorn for her.
I excused myself and locked myself in the study, citing that I had work to do. Queenie was displeased, but since I bought her family a house and a car, she didn't blow up. As expected, she went to Howard next.
Howard ignored her at first, but then she started sending him sensual photos where she posed provocatively. Howard already had a taste of Queenie, and he couldn't resist her allure. His lust was riled up right away.
The sexting began again. A few days later, Queenie dressed herself up and said she was going shopping with her friends. "Where are you going? Want a lift?" I asked nonchalantly.
Queenie quickly answered, "It's alright. You've been working hard, so just take a break. I can get a ride myself."

"Oh, rest isn't more important than you. So where are you off to?"
"Why the questions? You don't trust me? I've been cooped up for a month, and it's killing me. I can't believe you wouldn't even try to understand or trust me! If you have the time to give me a lift, you have the time to read and earn more money!" she snarled.
I knew she wasn't going on a shopping trip. According to her chat history, she was going to see her affair partner. Once she got into her Uber, I tailed the car, though from a distance away.
The Uber drove around and stopped before a hotel on the outskirts. My wife got out and sashayed into the building. Howard showed up a moment later. I wore a mask, got out of the car, and followed him.

I had never met Howard in real life. I had seen a lot of his nudes, though, but he had no idea what I looked like. We got into the elevator together. He was going to the ninth floor while I pressed the button for the tenth floor.
Once we were in the elevator, I kept my eyes on my phone. After he got out, I followed him, pretending I got the wrong floor. Howard didn't mind me. He must be occupied with the thought of Queenie.
I hid around the corner of the corridor and watched Howard knock on a door. Queenie opened it up and pounced into his embrace. "What took you so long? I missed you!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. They whirled and twirled like long-lost lovers, then they went into the suite.
I went over and checked the number. When I was about to make my call, I heard moans coming from within. My grip on the phone tightened, and I called my friend, Doug. When Doug found out what was going on, he came as quickly as he could.
He came running out of the elevator and stopped in front of Queenie's room, and then he banged on the door. "Open up! Room check, room check! I'm a cop!"
The people inside gasped, and panicked footsteps echoed. Then, the door creaked open.