My Sales Champion Wife's Secrets - Chapter 11: Chapter 11

My head was spinning, my entire body numb with shock.
Lillian Laurent—my wife—was here at this depraved masquerade. She had lied to me, claiming she was downstairs at some legitimate real estate event.
"Well, well, what a surprise," the obese man sneered, his eyes raking over her with disgusting hunger. "She's a real knockout. Don't worry, buddy—once I'm done, you can have your turn."
Lillian gasped, quickly pulling her mask back on, her voice shaking with fury. "How dare you remove someone's mask without permission?"
Rage burned through me. I tried to push myself up, but the woman grinding on me only tightened her grip, lost in her own pleasure.
The thought of another man laying a finger on Lillian made me snap. "Lillian! You goddamn cheating whore! How dare you come here behind my back?"
Hearing my voice, she froze. Then, in one swift motion, she ripped off my mask. Her face went deathly pale. "H-husband? Is that... you?"
I roared, "Don't call me that! You're screwing around on me, you bitch! We're done!"
"You're here too!" she fired back, her voice cracking. "Who the hell are you to judge me?"
Just then, the woman on top of me suddenly went still. Her eyes widened in shock. "Ethan? Is that really you?"
That voice—I knew it instantly.
Sophia Valentine.
My mind short-circuited. What the actual hell was happening?
Sophia tore off her mask, confirming my worst fear. But instead of shame, she only got more turned on when she realized it was me.
Her skin flushed as she dug her nails into my arms, her movements growing wilder, more desperate.
"Ahhh!"
Moments later, she collapsed against me, breathless and satisfied. With a wicked grin, she kissed my cheek. "Now that's what a real man feels like. Ethan, you're a hundred times better than my pathetic husband. I'm obsessed."
"Sophie! He's my husband! How could you—"
Lillian's voice broke. Tears streamed down her face as she shoved the obese man away and bolted from the room.
I tried to go after her, but Sophia yanked me back, smirking. "Oh no, you don't. Look at you—you're not done yet. Let me introduce you to someone else..."
I wanted to refuse, but my head was heavy, my body burning with an unnatural, unstoppable fire.
Something was very wrong.
That pill Damian gave me wasn't just a performance booster—it was some kind of insane aphrodisiac.
I needed to leave, but my body wouldn't listen.
The rest of the night was a blur.
Different women.
Endless, mindless pleasure.
I was an animal, lost in the frenzy.
Sophia stayed glued to my side, cheering me on—even jumping in for another round.
By morning, my legs were jelly.
Sophia lay naked beside me, her arms draped possessively over my chest. She nuzzled my shoulder, purring, "Rest a little longer, darling. I ordered lunch—you'll need your strength."
"Where's Lillian?" I demanded, shoving her off.
Frantically, I grabbed my phone and dialed my wife.
Her voice was ice. "It's over, Ethan. I'll be waiting at home. We're getting a divorce."
Then—click.
The line went dead.