Chapter 3

Therefore, she was only pretending to be wronged. This b*tch did cuckold me.

"Honey," Queenie called coquettishly.

I was burning with anger, tempted to slap her. However, I held back, wanting to see what trick she was trying to play. As I walked over, Queenie noticed my displeasure, and her expression changed instantly. "Jenson, are you thinking those dirty things again?"

"If you did nothing, my thoughts alone wouldn't matter," I answered sarcastically.

"How could you, Jenson? You've been the one I've loved all these years. Is this what you think of me? Do you really suspect I'm cheating on you?" Queenie sobbed, pulling off her towel. She was completely bare, her chest and tiny waist dotted with red spots, just like the ones on her neck. I wondered how intense things had gotten.

Just as I was about to lose my temper, a small ointment jar suddenly hit me in the face.

"I had an allergic reaction! I didn't even ask you to get out of bed to buy medicine for me! And this is what you t