Chapter 2

Chloe and I met during a game of Truth or Dare at a company dinner.

She got my Snapchat and pursued me relentlessly.

Slowly, she won me over, and we got together.

We dated for two years and had been married for over a year.

Nearly four years in total.

But before all this, I had no idea she had such a toxic male best friend in her circle.

I first found out about Julian on our first wedding anniversary.

She said she was going to the restroom to take a call. Instead, she ditched me entirely to deliver condoms to Julian, never returning that night.

The next day, we had a massive fight.

She deleted him on Snapchat right in front of me and swore she would keep her distance from all men.

But less than two months later, she spent the night out again, drinking herself to sleep with him.

I tried to tell myself it wasn't a big deal, but the next morning, I received a photo of them sleeping in the same bed.

Chloe cried and begged for my forgiveness immediately.

"It was a friend's birthday party! Everyone was there, I couldn't just kick him out!"

"I drank too much, I have no idea what happened."

"But I swear, I would never betray you. Julian is just like one of the girls to me. Even if he stood naked in front of me, I wouldn't feel a thing!"

Foolishly, I forgave her.

But that incident remained a thorn in my side—like swallowing a fly. You can't digest it, and you can't throw it up.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me three times? We are done.

But Harper was right. Getting a divorce isn't that simple. If Chloe refused to sign, I would have to sue and present solid proof of her infidelity.

I took the day off today, waiting for her to come home so we could negotiate.

I never expected them to hand the evidence to me on a silver platter.

Chloe practically carried Julian back into our apartment.

The moment they walked in, Julian started whining in his passive-aggressive tone.

"Logan, you got to play the tough guy yesterday, but do you have any idea how much I'm suffering?"

I knew exactly how much. I've always been physically strong—I can carry water bottles up ten flights of stairs without breaking a sweat.

In my rage, I had kicked him with the intent to ruin his manhood.

Did I actually break him?

I glanced disgustedly at his crotch.

I felt guilty for about half a second before mentally high-fiving myself.

Chloe noticed my gaze and snapped, "Logan!"

I snapped out of it and was about to bring up the divorce, but Chloe beat me to it.

"From now on, I'm going to help Julian with his rehabilitation exercises."

"The doctor said he needs stimulation to recover his function, or he'll be impotent for the rest of his life!"

Wow. That is absolutely fantastic.

I suppressed my urge to cheer and asked, acting curious, "Oh really? Did the doctor tell you exactly what you need to do?"

"Of course, you—"

Before she could finish, I cut her off.

"How about this? Why don't you guys give me a demonstration? I'll record a video so I can learn."