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Wife in Captivity
墨書 Inktalez
Once, my wife was the campus beauty, and I was the Press President. Everyone who knew us said we were a perfect match.
After we got married, my income was decent, so I let my wife stay at home to rest and nurture her delicate body, much like Lin Daiyu, laying the groundwork for future endeavors.
Later, she expressed a desire to join a Cycling Group and sweetly explained the benefits of Cycling Events: they are an excellent way to exercise, enhancing cardiovascular function and boosting metabolism while also strengthening leg muscles and core groups. During Cycling Events, one releases neurotransmitters like Endorphins and Dopamine, which help alleviate stress, anxiety, and fatigue. Regular participation can improve sleep quality and allows one to slowly appreciate the scenery along the way, experiencing the beauty of nature.
I had no reason to oppose such a beneficial activity for both body and mind. However, I overlooked one crucial point: joining a Cycling Event club or cycling with friends could enhance relationships and communication among participants!
After joining the Cycling Group, there were times when she needed to stay overnight with her teammates. As a man, I couldn't help but feel uneasy about her being alone with other guys.
Her first long trip was from Jiangcheng to Liangcheng, covering over 100 kilometers, where they camped in tents at their destination. Upon arrival, she video-called me with a beautiful girl beside her: "Honey, we made it! We're staying at a Farm Stay... This is Lulu; we’ll be sharing a tent tonight."
Her social media posts showcased the beautiful scenery along the way and the rich dishes at the Farm Stay. I noticed that only a few distant male figures appeared in her videos. Still, I couldn't shake off my unease.
It wasn't that I was overly suspicious; as a man participating in such group activities, wouldn't you have some small thoughts? Perhaps encountering a "soulmate" or hoping for an "affair"?
That night felt like a brief separation after marriage, but I didn't perform well. I kept dreaming that my wife was with a man whose face I couldn't see while they were both naked! I wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound! I tried to rush over but felt paralyzed as if under a spell!
I struggled desperately until I rolled off the bed and shouted: "I'll kill you both!"
At breakfast, everything tasted bland. My wife never mentioned that thing that left me feeling choked up—the "co-building"!
I reassured myself: perhaps she wouldn't participate in such limitless activities at all!
Then her phone pinged with a WeChat notification. She glanced at it and said to me: "Honey, there's a Cycling Event from Friday to Saturday; I won't be able to join you!"
August 25th was Friday! In an instant, I felt as if I'd fallen into an ice pit.
I had developed an inner demon.
I confided in Brother Xiong about my troubles, even doubting whether my wife had already strayed and betrayed me.
To be fair, in the two years since we got married, whether it was emotional connection or physical intimacy, we had been great together. I cherished this relationship and always believed we were meant to support each other and grow old together.
But any normal man would find it unacceptable for his wife to participate in such morally questionable mixed-gender activities. And yet, my wife wanted to attend behind my back!
Brother Xiong and I had been friends since childhood. After graduating from university, he used his remarkable IT skills to enter the public security system and became a deputy director at the provincial department. We were brothers who could share our innermost thoughts with each other.
After listening to my woes, he remained calm and patted my shoulder. "The stone hasn't dropped yet; let the bullets fly for a while longer!"
Damn it, this situation wasn’t happening to him, so it was easy for him to say that!
On Friday afternoon, I skipped work and went to Brother Xiong's office, where he surprisingly had his own independent workspace. He seated me in front of a computer and put a headset on my head. "In this world, anything can happen. The key is to learn how to adapt and know how to respond rationally, handle things, and adjust!"
It was truly bizarre; in the headset, besides the sound of wind blowing, I could hear fragmented conversations between my wife, Jiang Qiuying, and another woman.
"Lu Lu Jie, I'm a bit scared!"
"What are you scared of? I've participated in this kind of activity several times; it's exhilarating!"
"But I..."
"But what? It's just a little game. After tomorrow, everyone will go back to their own lives; no one will know anyone else. But that experience will linger with you for a long time..."
"Sis... I don't want to..."
"You don’t need to explain; when couples have been together for a long time, they sometimes feel too lazy even to hold hands. Just give it a try today. Didn't the Leader say, 'No coercive measures; mutual respect for both parties' wishes is essential'? If the guy you're rooming with isn't your type, just treat it as an ordinary shared room... If all else fails, you still have me!"
That woman was definitely playing the role of a matchmaker, using all sorts of persuasive tactics. Wasn’t this just luring good wives into a dangerous game?
A man and a woman sharing a room after drinking? The atmosphere would be ambiguous; it would be hard not to end up crossing some lines!
Unable to hold back any longer, I dialed Jiang Qiuying's number. "Honey, where are you now? What are your plans for tonight?"
How I wished to hear her say: "Darling, I'm not participating in these activities anymore; come pick me up!"
But she didn’t!
"We're still on the way; we should arrive around eight-thirty tonight... Just be good at home, and I'll be back tomorrow."
"Are you... still sharing a room with Lulu tonight?" I forced myself to suppress my racing heart, trying to sound casual as I probed.
"I... I'm with Lulu."
I hung up the phone in a daze.
If she was with another man today, would that mean the end of our marriage?
Why didn't I confront her? To salvage a story or incident that hadn't even happened yet?
Could I shatter the reality that could change her emotional betrayal?
I would rather gamble, betting my potential pain against Jiang Qiuying's loyalty to our marriage!
Otherwise, the weight pressing on my heart would suffocate me.
Would Jiang Qiuying fall into the abyss? Was she already beyond saving?
She was testing the dangerous edge, and wasn't I also teetering between heaven and hell!
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