Page 3 of My wife helped her male best friend lose his virginity

I said to her in a sorrowful voice, "Sophie, between Dylan and me, you can only choose one. Who are you going to pick?"

Sophie replied, "Charlie, do you really have to do this? Dylan is sick, and you still want to go against him? Fine, then I'll tell youI choose Dylan. Are you satisfied now?"

I gritted my teeth so hard my cheeks ached, nearly grinding them to dust.

I said, "Sophie, those are your words. Then let's get divorced. Since you can't forget Dylan, there's no point in me continuing to pester you. We might as well let each other godivorce is our best option."

I don't understand why Sophie can't forget Dylan yet refuses to let me go. Does she really want to torture me for the rest of my life?

I used to put up with a lot of things, but now I don't want to anymore. Sophie isn't the only woman in this world. I loved the wrong person, but I can start over.

Hearing my words, Sophie's eyes filled with disbelief. She reached out and grabbed my arm, demanding, "Charlie, what are you going crazy about now? What do you mean? You want to divorce me?"

I let out a cold laugh and shot back, "What else? Should I wait until you actually cheat on me?"

Sophie's expression froze for a moment. Then she turned her head and looked at me with a cold smile, saying, "Charlie, that trick won't work on me. If we really get divorced, no amount of begging will help you later."

I told her, "I won't beg you. I'll get the divorce papers ready as soon as possible, and you just need to sign them."

At that moment, I suddenly became incredibly calm. Perhaps Sophie's behavior had completely awakened meI realized she didn't love me at all, so nothing I did would matter. The moment Dylan came back, I became completely redundant.

Seeing my serious attitude, Sophie's face flushed red with anger. She glared at me furiously and said, "Charlie, are you serious? Fine, let's get divorced. Whoever backs down is a bastard."

With that, Sophie grabbed her bag and left.

Three days have passed since that fight. During these three days, neither Sophie nor I contacted each other. Meanwhile, Sophie kept posting ambiguous, cryptic updates on Instagram. I took a lookmost of them were sharing content about her and Dylan.

They're really a pair of bastards.

I know what she's trying to doshe just wants to provoke me. In the past, seeing Sophie so intimate with another man would have driven me crazy, and I would have groveled to her. But now I don't love her anymore, and I find jealousy utterly pointless.

Besides, I haven't been idle these three days either. I've already had a lawyer prepare the divorce papers.

Today I plan to leave the divorce agreement and go, putting an end to this relationship. I just never expected that after six years of marriage, my belongings would be so few they could fit in a single suitcase.

I moved my things to a small apartment near the company. This is a place I bought a long time ago for convenience. But after marrying Sophie, I never came to live here again. Even when I worked late or had business dinners, I would always go home to be with her.

But the current outcome tells me I was terribly wrong. Putting Sophie first in everything didn't earn me her love. She just thought I couldn't live without her, so she could do anything without considering my feelings.

After packing up, I discovered several missed calls from Sophie on my phone. When I didn't answer, she sent many messages.

[Charlie, do you really want to divorce me? Didn't you say you'd always be with me? What gives you the right to go back on your word now?]

[Get this straightyou were the one who swore in front of my parents that you'd treat me well for life. Have you forgotten?]

[We can get divorced, but you have to publicly say the divorce is your fault and has nothing to do with me. Otherwise, my parents' health can't handle it.]

[Charlie, I'm willing to compromise. After I have Dylan's baby, I can have one for you too. Don't you always want a child?]

After reading the last message, I was almost amused by my anger. Is this Sophie's solution? She wants to compensate me by having a child for me?

I laughed self-mockingly. I originally thought Sophie reaching out meant she still had some feelings for me, but I never expected she was just afraid I'd expose her ridiculous behavior, afraid that Albie and Phoebe couldn't handle it. After all, most conservative elderly people can't accept infidelity.

But why should I? Why should I bear the consequences of her mistakes?

Years ago, to protect Sophie, I married her despite everyone's objections and spent a lot of money buying back those compromising photos. And because she was afraid of pain and said she didn't want children, I accepted that too. I even proactively told my parents, Freddie Thomson and Esme Thomson, that our inability to have children was my problem, asking them not to bother Sophie or pressure her.

But what have I gotten in return? I got a wife who wants to sleep with her first love and bear his child.

I didn't reply to Sophie. Instead, I chose to block all her contact information.

The moment I turned off my phone, I suddenly felt incredibly relieved, because I'd wanted to do this for a long time.

Sophie was the only daughter in her family and had been spoiled by her relatives since childhood, so she often acted willfully.

In the past, whenever I upset her, Sophie would block my contact information.

Only after I took the initiative to apologize and beg her would she put on a haughty attitude and remove me from her blacklist.

Back then, I loved her. Although I found this behavior childish, I was still willing to indulge her.

However, after doing what Sophie used to do, I finally understood why she acted that way. Because it felt amazing.

After completely deleting someone unworthy from my life, I felt incredibly light, as if I'd put down a heavy burden.

What I didn't expect was that Sophie would show up at my company the next day.

At the time, I was reviewing contracts submitted by my department. My secretary Finn Smith suddenly knocked and walked in.

Finn said, "Mr. Thomson, there's a lady outside looking for you. She claims to be your wife."

Hearing Finn's words, I was stunned for a moment. After a while, I realized the visitor must be Sophie.

Although I didn't know what she wanted, I still had Finn bring her in.

As soon as she entered the office, Sophie angrily sat across from me and threw her bag onto my desk.

She said, "Charlie, what kind of people are your employees? They don't even recognize me. You need to fire them immediately.

"And why did you block my contact information? Even if you're jealous, there should be limits, right?"

Listening to Sophie's words, I found them particularly ironic. We'd been married for six years, and this was the first time she'd ever come to my company to find me.

Moreover, during these six years, she'd never been willing to let me share photos of us together on social media. Now she was blaming my company's people for not recognizing her.

Wasn't that ridiculous?

I calmly closed the contract and looked up at Sophie.

I asked, "What do you need?"

Seeing my cold attitude, Sophie's expression immediately soured. After thinking about something, she suppressed her anger again.

Sophie said, "Dylan doesn't have enough money for chemotherapy. I don't have enough money either. So give me your bank card first. Then I'll forgive you for making me angry the other day."

Sophie then extended her hand toward me, as if I should do anything for her, including paying for her first love's medical treatment.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Just how much had I pleased her in the past to make her think my request for divorce was due to jealousy, to make her say such ridiculous things now?

Not only was I supposed to accept her having a child with her first love, but now I also had to pay for my rival's medical treatment.

Wasn't she going too far?

Staring at Sophie's outstretched hand, I couldn't help but smile again.

Then I stood up, walked to the door, and opened my office door.

I said, "Sophie, I've already decided on divorce. There's no point in you pestering me now.

"I think no man in the world could accept his wife wanting to have a child with her first love and also having to pay to support that first love, right?

"So wouldn't it be better if we divorced peacefully?"

Sophie was stunned.

When she came to her senses, all the company employees' eyes were focused on us.

After all, during work hours, everyone loves to hear this kind of explosive news.

Sophie's face instantly turned red as she stared at me with wide eyes.

Then she angrily accused, "Charlie, have you lost your mind?

"What are you saying in front of all these people?

"My parents still praise you in front of me. But how did you become such a cold person? Won't you even save a human life?"

Looking at Sophie's furious face, I felt even more certain that divorce was the right decision.

I sneered and said, "I'm talking nonsense?"

I looked directly into Sophie's eyes, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

I said coldly, "Sophie, do you think I don't know anything? Have you forgotten what you said at the hospital two days ago?"

Hearing my words, Sophie froze.

I said, "I've already made way for you and Dylan. Don't expect to get anything else from me. Otherwise, you'll end up with nothing at all."

After saying that, I turned and left.

I'd already embarrassed myself enough by impulsively airing our dirty laundry in public.

I really didn't want to stay and endure everyone's pitying stares.

But I didn't expect Sophie to chase after me just as I reached the elevator.

She reached out to stop me, asking breathlessly, "Charlie, what did you mean by what you just said?"

I stopped, answering impatiently, "Exactly what it sounded like.

"Sophie, have you forgotten what you said?"

Sophie pressed her lips together, her face instantly flushing red, and her speech became stuttered.

She said, "What did I say? How would I know?"

Looking at Sophie, I thought her acting was terrible for the first time.

I felt a bit regretful. I should have just divorced her cleanly instead of choosing an amicable divorce to save her face.

I said word by word, "Sophie, two days ago, you personally said you'd been tired of me for a long time, that you didn't want to be with me anymore. You stayed by my side purely for money, didn't you?

"You also said that after Dylan came back, your heart started beating again."

Hearing these words, Sophie's face instantly turned pale.