Ex-Husbands Regret

Emily Gu returned home from work to find a pair of black mens shoes and champagne-colored high heels lying haphazardly on the carpet in the entrance hall. She took a deep breath, suppressing the sourness welling up inside her.

The sounds of amorous whispering from the living room made her hands clench and her feet feel leaden. She could easily imagine the disgusting scene unfolding within.

Clamping her teeth, she forced herself to remain calm, but the bitterness and pain in her heart were like a bone stuck in her throat, making her. She moved step by step, painfully, towards the living room.

A woman with garish makeup was draped around Ethan Shens neck, and Ethans face, usually as perfect as a sculpture, was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

"Ethan, your wife is home," she said, looking at Emily with a hint of mockery in her eyes.

Emily glanced at the entangled couple and said indifferently, "Dont mind me, please continue."

With that, she turned to head upstairs.

"Are you shy?" Ethan Shen swept a cold look at Emily.

Emily once again tried to control her emotions, her fingernails digging into her palms, yet she felt no pain.

"Ethan Shen, your taste is getting worse. You even like women like this," Emily said, her heart bleeding but pretending to be calm.

"You... I may not be much, but Im better than a dead fish!" Angies words were provocative. Ethan looked at Emily, seeing her cold face, and felt dissatisfied.

"Dead fish?" Emily looked at Ethan, her eyes full of anger.

"Isnt it true? Ethan said you are like a dead fish in bed. If you want to capture your husbands heart, stop pretending to be a lady. Today, Ill teach you for free how to be a qualified good wife."

"No need to learn. I dont need to please anyone. But you..." Emilys gaze fell on Ethans face.

"What about me?" Angie looked at Emily with interest.

"You are just one of his many lovers. If you dont try harder, the person lying here next time might be replaced," Emily said with a cold smile.

"Ethan~" Angie cooed at Ethan, her voice sultry.

"You are much better than her," Ethan kissed Angie, his peripheral vision lingering on Emily, his words shattering Emilys already broken heart.

"Mr. Shens lover... is still worthy of the guest room bed," Emily glanced at Angie coldly and continued, "After all... she is quite trying."

With a light hum, she turned and went upstairs, not looking at them again.

Angies face twisted with rage, but she held back, not wanting to ruin her image of a little lamb in front of Ethan. She endured, biting her lips until they were red.

Ethans eyes burst with uncontrollable anger. He hated Emilys cold face the most, pretending to be indifferent when her heart was as venomous as a snake, making him want to crush it brutally.

"Ethan~" Angie turned and cooed, hinting at things only adults understood.

Ethan suppressed his anger, "You can leave now, the money will be transferred to your card."

Angie was stunned, almost thinking she had heard wrong. Ethan had been teasing her for a while but didnt proceed, and she thought it was because the big president loved to play little tricks. But now he was actually asking her to leave like this?

Angie felt it must be because her interest was interrupted by the yellow-faced woman before, and she suffered as a result. She continued to tempt.

Ethan stood up directly and glared at her, "If you dont leave now, you wont get a penny!"

Angie was frightened and hurriedly collected her things and fled. The rumors outside that Ethan was impotent were true!

In the bedroom, the bathtub was filled with hot water. Emily took off her clothes and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her once fair and well-proportioned body was now unusually thin. She lay in the bathtub with her eyes closed, and only after relaxing did her limbs slowly stretch out.

Thinking of Ethans words, she slowly covered her chest, where waves of sourness spread, even reaching her eyes.

Ethan pushed the door and entered the bathroom, seeing Emily lying in the bathtub with her eyes closed, as if the previous scene didnt matter to her at all. Thinking of this, he felt an inexplicable restlessness in his heart.