My Wife's Affair with Her Young, Handsome Assistant

I had been married to Alice Zane for two years and not once had we slept in separate rooms. Tonight, she wore a delicate lace nightgown and for a brief moment, I thought this night would finally be bittersweet. That maybe, after all this time, things between us would change.

Instead, she opened the front door and let her young, handsome assistant, Mike Collar, walk in. With a gentle smile, she turned to me and said, “Mike and I have work to do tonight.”

I caught the subtle smirk Mike threw my way, laced with mockery. They retreated into the master bedroom and soon, muffled laughter and flirtatious whispers filled the air, seeping through the walls like a cruel reminder.

I knocked on the door and handed her a pillow. “Why don’t you two just sleep together?”

Alice’s face twisted in irritation. “What are you thinking? We’re working on a project! If we wanted to do something, we would’ve gone to a hotel long ago.”

But the messy strands of hair falling over her face, the faint mark on her neck—it all betrayed her.

Strangely, I felt nothing. Just an eerie calm. I met her gaze, her beautiful eyes now unreadable. “Let’s get a divorce.”

——

Her expression shifted, first startled, then amused. She sneered and threw the pillow at my face. “Do you have any new tricks? Threatening me with divorce again? If you have nothing better to do, go to sleep. Don’t interfere with my work.”

Mike, still sitting on the bed, looked at me like I was some pitiful joke. I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture of them, capturing their smug faces in one frame. Before Alice could react, I turned and shut the door behind me.

I sent the photo to my in-laws with a single message.

[I’m sorry, but Alice and I really can’t continue like this.]

Within minutes, her phone rang in the other room. I could hear her explaining, her voice calm and measured, “Adam is just being dramatic. It’s late—would you rather I work at a café with my subordinate?”

Two minutes later, she stormed out, eyes blazing. “Adam, are you insane? You actually tattled to my parents over something so trivial? I’m working, unlike you, who has nothing better to do. Can’t you be a little more understanding?”

I stared at her, saying nothing. She scoffed and spun on her heel, returning to Mike, their laughter picking up right where it had left off.

I sighed. I had no more energy for this. I pulled out my suitcase and began packing. Alice and I had known each other since childhood. We had been together for over twenty years. We only married because her parents pressured her into it.

I had gone to comfort her and on a whim, she turned to me with a bright, almost desperate smile and said, “Why don’t we just settle for each other and forget about it?”

My heart had pounded that day. I had convinced myself that we could find happiness in marriage. I was wrong.

On our wedding night, she had looked at me and said, “Adam, I know you too well. So well that there’s no excitement at all. Let’s sleep in separate rooms, okay?”

I didn’t want to force her into anything, so I agreed. And for two years, we lived as strangers under the same roof. Over time, her patience with me grew thinner, her coldness more biting, as if I had wronged her in some way.

Three months ago, her company hired Mike as an assistant—a young, fresh-faced man who brought light to her once-icy demeanor. For the first time in years, she smiled, laughed. But only for him. Meanwhile, she had nothing but resentment for me.

One evening, out of nowhere, she snapped, “Adam, why did you even want to marry me in the first place? You’re so dull, you know that?”

I had blamed myself. Maybe I was boring. Maybe I wasn’t enough. So I tolerated her, forgave her, gave her space. But then she grew bolder. The stolen glances, the whispered conversations, the flirtations—they escalated. And tonight, she had the audacity to bring him into our bedroom for hours. That was my breaking point.

I shoved a few more of my belongings into the suitcase, listening to their laughter echo from the master bedroom. Then, without hesitation, I opened the door and walked out. The next morning, my phone rang.

Alice’s voice came through, casual, almost bored. “Adam, you’re not at home?”

I lay sprawled on the bed in my family’s old house, still half-asleep.

“You didn’t even make breakfast. Where the hell did you go? Mike and I are starving, do you know that?”

Her sheer audacity left me speechless for several seconds. She hadn’t even noticed I had moved out. I wasn’t in the mood to ask what she and Mike had done last night. I didn’t care anymore.

Calmly, I said, “I’m not obligated to cook for you. Alice, this marriage is over. I’ll have the divorce papers ready by today.”

On the other end of the phone, Alice’s tone suddenly turned cold. “Are you serious? Are you really going through with this? I am your only family now and you want to divorce me?”

Her words struck me like a dagger. Six months ago, my parents had gone on a trip. Their bus was caught in a landslide on a mountain road. By the time rescuers arrived, it was too late—they were gone.

Alice knew this was the most painful memory of my life, yet she still used it against me. I was speechless.

After a moment, her voice softened. “I’m sorry, I got a little emotional. Tomorrow is the weekend—why don’t we go to the resort? I’ll take you to a hot spring.”

I had suggested going to the resort multiple times before, hoping it could help bridge the growing gap between us. Every time, she refused, claiming she was too busy with work.

And now, suddenly, she was willing to go? Too late.

“No need,” I rejected her outright.

She was silent for a moment, then spoke again, this time with a coaxing tone. “Last night, Mike and I were really just working. Adam, we’ve been childhood friends for over twenty years. Don’t you believe me?”

How was I supposed to believe her? The affair between her and Mike didn’t start last night—it had begun months ago.

I still remember the night I first got a hint of their relationship. Alice was in the shower when her phone, which she had left on the couch, suddenly rang. It was a video call from someone labeled as “Brother.”

Thinking it was one of her cousins, I instinctively answered. To my shock, the screen revealed a shirtless Mike. The moment he saw me, he froze, his expression stiffening before he quickly ended the call. I sat there, feeling a mix of confusion and unease. When Alice came out of the bathroom, I told her about the call.

Her reaction was explosive. “Adam, who gave you the right to touch my phone? Do you have any manners?”

I was taken aback but quickly apologized. Only then did she bother to explain. “Mike rents a shared apartment. There’s no air conditioning, so he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He was calling me for work.”

I had naively believed her. I thought it was just a minor misunderstanding. I didn’t realize it was just the beginning.

From that day forward, Mike became a constant presence in our lives. His name was always on her lips. She spent hours texting and calling him, sometimes ignoring me completely. She even left me behind to go on a week-long trip with him.

Every time, she used work as an excuse, treating me like an idiot. Once upon a time, I would have tried to pull her back, to fight for our marriage. But now, she was too far gone.

I took a deep breath and told her, “Whether I believe you or not doesn’t matter anymore.”

The moment I finished speaking, I heard a quiet snicker from the other side of the call. Mike. She had put me on speakerphone. I had no more words to say. Without hesitation, I ended the call.

A few moments later, Alice sent me a message.

[Now you’re hanging up on me? Adam, do you still want to have a good time?]

I ignored her. Instead, I contacted a lawyer and asked him to prepare the divorce agreement. This mistake of a marriage—it was time to end it. That evening, just as I was about to leave work, I received a friend request from none other than Mike.

I hesitated for a moment but accepted it. Almost instantly, a message popped up.

[Brother-in-law, my sister asked me to come live with you. Do you want to help me move?]

It was followed by a voice message. Alice’s voice came through, nonchalant and commanding.

“Adam, you don’t need to come over. Just go home and pack up the second bedroom for Mike. You can move into the other one. Mike gets cold easily and your room gets the morning sun—it’s better for him.”

I blinked, staring at my phone in disbelief. I wasn’t afraid of the cold. And yet, she had spoken as if her decision was final, as if I had no say in my own home. I let out a laugh—cold, sharp and filled with nothing but anger.

I hadn’t responded for more than a minute when Alice called.

“Don’t play dead. Did you hear what I said? Are you refusing to move into the north room? You should see the tiny partitioned space Mike is living in—he’s way worse off than you.”

“If I come back and you haven’t packed up, I’ll throw your stuff out myself. Don’t get mad at me then!”

It was hard to believe that these words came from someone I’d known for over twenty years, yet they were real. I took a deep breath. “Fine, let him move in.”

The moment I finished speaking, she hung up without another word. I decided to go back to the house we once shared. I had left in a hurry last night and had forgotten some small things. The wedding photos in the master bedroom also needed to be dealt with.

As I stepped into the bedroom, my eyes were drawn to the chaotic mess inside. The quilt lay crumpled on the floor, the sheets were wrinkled beyond recognition, the single-seater sofa had been shifted out of place and to my disgust, a pair of men’s pants were carelessly tossed onto it. The trash can overflowed with crumpled tissues and as I stepped closer, I noticed a familiar dark-colored box tucked inside. It was then that the unpleasant smell in the air hit me fully. I was instantly nauseated, clutching the wall as I dry-heaved uncontrollably.

Alice, is this the ‘work’ you were talking about? What kind of job is this?! At that moment, my disappointment in her reached its peak.

Expressionless, I pulled out my phone and recorded everything. Then, I turned to the wedding photo on the wall. In it, we were hugging, smiling sweetly. Looking back now, this was the only photo we had taken together in the past two years. Since then, she had refused to even be in the same frame with me. I took it down, ripped it to shreds and tossed it—along with the frame—into the trash bin downstairs.

On my way back to the old house, I called my boss. “Boss, doesn’t the country branch always need extra manpower? Can you send me there?”

He sounded surprised. “I thought you didn’t want to leave the City? Why the sudden change? Did you two fight?”

I forced a smile. “Thinking about it, my career matters more.”

The boss agreed to my request. In two months, I would leave for the country. That was enough time to finalize my divorce from Alice. Just as I returned to the old house, Alice called again.

“Adam, what do you mean? It’s so late—where are you fooling around? Mike just moved in and as the man of the house, is this how you treat a guest? Do you have any manners?”

It seemed she hadn’t even noticed the missing wedding photo—or that I had moved out altogether. I didn’t bother pointing it out and simply replied, “I’m busy. I won’t disturb your two-person world.”

“Why are you being so nasty? Mike was living in terrible conditions, so I just wanted to help him out a little. Where do you think—”

I hung up before she could finish. Not wanting any more interactions with her, I directly mailed the divorce agreement to her address.

For the next two days, there was no communication between us. However, Mike frequently updated his social media, flaunting his intimate daily life with Alice. Alice, who had never once cooked for me, was now donning an apron, preparing a ‘love breakfast’ for him.

Mike snapped a photo of her napping, positioning himself beside her while making a playful peace sign for the camera. They even played poker and when Alice lost, she stripped down to just two pieces of clothing. It was as if they were the real couple—and I was just an outsider. But none of it mattered anymore. I was leaving soon.

Still, I silently took screenshots of everything. I needed leverage for the divorce. Near the end of the workday, Mike suddenly sent me three messages in quick succession.

[Brother-in-law, you’ve seen it all, right? Alice is so good to me. She agrees to whatever I ask.]

[I heard she say you two have never even slept together. Really? she smells so good—how did you hold back? You’re not a eunuch, are you?]

[Will you give her to me? She doesn’t love you at all anyway.]

I decided to go back. Opening the door, I immediately saw them. Mike was assisting Alice with yoga and she was dressed in an extremely revealing outfit.

“Mr. Vein, you finally came back. You have no idea how lonely she has been without you,” Mike said meaningfully.

I strode over in a few steps, grabbed him by the collar and landed a solid punch to his face. One punch. Two punches. Three punches. Blood trickled from his nose and lips before I finally threw him to the ground.

Even that wasn’t enough to cool my rage—I raised my foot to kick him again. But before I could, a sudden, sharp impact struck the back of my head. My vision blurred, pain searing through my skull. I turned my head slowly, barely able to register what I was seeing. Alice stood there, gripping a small, round fish tank.

There were no fish in it. I had bought a few and carefully looked after them, but she had flushed them down the toilet, saying they were an eyesore.

Now, she looked at me with icy indifference. “Mike is my brother. I forbid you to bully him.”

Her gaze was as if I were her enemy. My head throbbed violently. My consciousness blurred as I slumped against the sofa, barely keeping my eyelids open. I watched as Alice hurriedly helped Mike up, her hands gentle and caring. I couldn’t hold on anymore. Everything faded to black.

And Alice? She didn’t even look back as she supported Mike out the door. “I’ll take you to the hospital. You’ll be fine.”

At that moment, the last shred of pride I had in this marriage perished completely. When I woke up, it was already morning. The back of my head throbbed, the sofa stained a deep red where I had bled throughout the night.

It was then that I noticed Alice’s tablet, left forgotten on the table.

I had no intention of checking it—until the screen lit up with a notification, revealing the lock screen wallpaper. It was an intimate photo of her and Mike. She was wearing next to nothing, their pose unmistakably suggestive.

The tablet had no password. I opened the album, my stomach churning. Dozens—no, hundreds—of photos and videos of their secret moments. Passionate embraces. Provocative snapshots. In the videos, she called him ‘husband’ in a voice so sickeningly tender it made my skin crawl. I copied everything to my phone before heading straight to the hospital.

At the entrance, I saw Alice holding onto Mike’s arm as they walked out. Spotting me, she frowned. “Are you here to apologize to Mike? At least you still have a little conscience.”

I smirked bitterly. “Did you forget? You were the one who smashed my head open yesterday.”

Her face paled. “I—I’m sorry… I was just too anxious…”

But before she could say more, Mike winced in pain and she rushed back to comfort him. At that moment, I felt nothing but numbness.

“Today is Mike’s twenty-second birthday,” Alice said. “We’re celebrating at home. You’re coming, right?”

I forced a smile, my grip tightening on my phone. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”