My Beautiful Wife – NTR

Chapter 036: Doubt

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I glanced at my phone, which had died and wouldn’t turn on.

I wondered if Yumi had called me.

It was so late, and I’d come out alone…would she be worried?

Ever since watching those videos, I couldn’t trust Jihoon at all.

But I still had faith in Yumi. After all, she was a grown woman. She wouldn’t act impulsively like a child. She’d surely keep her composure and know her place.

After standing by the window for a moment, I prepared to return to my desk and sit down.

My mind had been racing nonstop during that time. Just as I stopped thinking and turned to leave, I suddenly felt a cool dampness in my crotch.

Taking advantage of the empty office in the dead of night, I slipped my hand inside my pants and felt around.

To my shock, my penis had become erect at some point, and sticky fluid was oozing from the tip.

Damn it, what was going on?

Had I actually gotten aroused watching Jihoon molest Yumi?

The slightly aching, swollen erection and this sticky prostate fluid were undeniable proof.

Though my mind resisted acknowledging it, my body didn’t lie.

I shook my head. No way did I have a cuckold fetish.

Maybe while watching the footage, I’d imagined Jihoon and Yumi as the leads in an adult video?

It had been ages since I’d had sex, hence the reaction.

Yeah, that had to be it.

I refused to believe I had a cuckold fetish, I wouldn’t accept it. I searched for every other possible explanation for my arousal.

Settling back into my office chair, I resolved to take action tomorrow. I’d replace the surveillance equipment at home.

The current setup was temporary and rudimentary, initially meant for casual monitoring.

Now that issues had surfaced, it was time for a more permanent, advanced system.

This was routine for me; nothing felt more familiar than my professional expertise.

I didn’t know when I’d fallen asleep on my desk.

When I woke, it was already past 6 a.m. In just over an hour, my colleagues would arrive for work.

I stretched lazily before starting my morning routine.

Due to frequent overtime and late nights at the office, I kept a set of toiletries there.

After finishing my routine, I ate breakfast and prepared to start the day’s work.

Following the morning meeting, I planned to head home briefly—plenty of tasks awaited there.

Having finished today’s work early last night after watching videos and finding myself with nothing else to do, I had all the time in the world today.

Driving back home, I opened the familiar door.

The comforting scent of home greeted me—though it was no longer just the scent of Yumi and me.

Now, another man’s scent mingled with ours.

Everything inside remained unchanged—the rooms were tidy and organized.

Yumi’s work supplies and Jihoon’s schoolbag were gone, indicating both mother and son had left for school as usual.

Seeing this, I couldn’t help but shake my head with a wry smile.

It seemed Yumi hadn’t worried at all after I left last night…she probably hadn’t even called.

What if it had been Jihoon who left instead?

Yumi would likely have gone searching or called the police immediately, wouldn’t she?

A faint pang of jealousy stung at the thought.

But then I reminded myself: I was the head of this household, a man constantly traveling for work.

What storms hadn’t I weathered?

Yumi’s lack of concern for me was only natural.

Jihoon was still a child.

Feeling jealous over a minor was hardly appropriate.

I headed to the bathroom first, retrieving the memory card I’d missed yesterday.

I’d reviewed all the surveillance footage last night, but the bathroom segment remained unseen—a regret I’d address today.

I needed to understand what had transpired between Yumi and Jihoon in that bathroom that night.

Those mere ten-odd seconds had caused such a profound shift in Yumi’s gaze.

After dismantling all the temporary cameras in the house, I removed every memory card.

Then I opened my laptop and imported all the stored footage onto it.

After all, these cameras and memory cards belonged to the company and needed to be returned to the equipment warehouse.

After erasing all traces of the old equipment, I began installing new surveillance systems throughout the house.

These monitors represented some of the most advanced and professional gear available today…expensive, but not company property.

I’d purchased them privately years ago, only to have them stored at the office unused due to lack of work opportunities.

Never imagined I’d deploy them at home now, yet I felt no sense of waste.

With this system, I can monitor every aspect of my home at any time.

As long as my computer or smartphone has internet access, I can connect to the home surveillance equipment anytime.

It also features video recording storage.

I installed cameras in every corner of the house, achieving 360-degree coverage with no blind spots.

These surveillance devices are extremely discreet—hidden in light switches, power strips, ceiling lights, bathroom clocks…

Virtually any household item can be covertly modified into a surveillance device, though professional expertise is required.

The entire setup took nearly three hours, and by the time I finished, it was almost noon.

I’d plugged my phone in as soon as I returned home but hadn’t turned it on yet.

After erasing all traces of my presence, I gathered my belongings and left the house.

On the drive, I kept glancing at my phone.

I’d turned it on when leaving home, hoping Yumi, who must be worried sick, would call.

But by the time I reached work, it hadn’t rung once.

Disappointment washed over me, tinged with despair.

Just as I pulled into the office parking lot, I ran into a colleague I was particularly close with.

“Where’ve you been, bro? I just called you, but your phone was off…”

As soon as he saw me walk in, he pulled me into the office and asked.

What’s going on?

Did the boss need me?

That couldn’t be.

As one of the company’s veterans, the boss rarely bothered me now.

After all, I was one of the company’s most valuable assets.

“What happened? My phone was dead, just turned it back on…”

“Did you get into a fight with your wife?”

my colleague asked cautiously at this point.

“No, why? Are you guys actually hoping I’d fight with your wife?”

Already annoyed by the whole situation, this guy just had to rub salt in the wound.

I couldn’t help but snap back.

“No, it’s just that your wife came to the company earlier. She didn’t go inside, but she was lingering around the building. I went out on an errand and ran into her at the entrance when I got back. She seemed really anxious…”

This colleague had often relied on me for help, so we were naturally very close.

He shared almost everything with me, both personal and work-related, making him one of the people I trusted most at the company.

“Where is she now?”

Hearing that Yumi had come to the office looking for me, my heart tightened.

“She’s already left. When she saw me, she asked if you were at work today. Then she told me not to mention she came looking for you. That’s why I asked if you’d had a fight with your wife—it’s unusual for you two to be like this…”

my colleague explained.

“When did she come?”

“Around nine in the morning…”

“Got it. Get back to work…”

I dismissed my colleague.

Nine o’clock was just after I’d left the office.

Yumi’s school was quite a distance from here, so she must have timed her visit during her break between classes.

Learning this, my heart warmed despite everything.

Even after our argument last night, Yumi still worried about me.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have rushed to the office during class to make sure I was safe.

It seemed her calls hadn’t gone through, forcing her to come here.

Yet she hadn’t dared enter the building—after all, as a large public media company, it had security guards at the entrance.

Outsiders couldn’t get in without being escorted by someone inside.

After confirming I was safe, Yumi probably still hadn’t fully calmed down.

She asked my colleague not to tell me she’d come looking for me…apparently, she still couldn’t let go of her pride.

Now, a new wave of warmth washed over me. No wonder she hadn’t called me after making sure I was okay.

After this little incident, my mood lifted considerably.

At work, I pondered what to do after my shift ended.

Two paths lay before me: one was to go home, apologize to Yumi, and seek her forgiveness.

The second path was to stay away, waiting for Yumi to call me home.

This might be to preserve some hollow male pride, but it felt too passive.

In the past, I would’ve chosen the first path without hesitation—after all, a man should show some magnanimity and responsibility.

But after watching last night’s videos, seeing Jihoon lying on top of Yumi kissing and sucking her breast, and witnessing Yumi’s constant care and affection for him, I felt an uneasy burning in my chest.

My perception of Yumi and Jihoon had shifted completely since last night.

What I once saw as mother-son interaction now looked like lovers’ playful banter.

Regarding yesterday’s misunderstanding, I admit the primary fault lies with me.

I shouldn’t have doubted Yumi.

But after seeing last night’s videos, my perspective has shifted.

I was wrong, but Yumi was also wrong.

At the very least, she shouldn’t be so indulgent and doting toward Jihoon.

Perhaps my thoughts are a bit extreme, but Yumi’s concern for Jihoon has far surpassed her concern for me.

But the anger pent up inside me had no outlet.

If I kept bottling it up, I feared I might suffocate from depression.

I gradually realized that since Jihoon moved into our home, my tolerance seemed to shrink, turning me increasingly petty and nitpicky.

I shook my head. Since this frustration couldn’t be vented, I decided not to go home tonight.

First, to give both Yumi and myself some breathing room and better control my emotions.

Second, to see if Yumi would call me first.

After work, I grabbed my briefcase and laptop and headed out. I could have stayed at the office, but it wasn’t home, it felt uncomfortable.

After dinner, I checked into a hotel, planning to sleep soundly. My family’s financial situation meant staying at a star-rated hotel wasn’t a problem.

Once at the hotel, I got to work while keeping a close eye on the time displayed on my computer.

Based on our usual routine, I should have arrived home in about ten minutes.

I also kept checking my phone, hoping Yumi might call…