My Handsome Wife

Bang! The bedroom door slammed shut. The handsome man, 1m80 tall, leaned against the wooden door, pressing his opponent close as his muscular hands gently stroked down his back, causing the others to hold their breath and obediently nestle into his chest. He unbuttoned his white shirt, revealing an impressive dragon tattoo holding a rose that extended from his chest to his neck and ear. Meow meow meow! The sound of a cat's meow interrupted the romantic atmosphere. The handsome man chuckled softly and touched his partner's lips, feeling their heart beating rapidly. Meow meow meow! The sound of the cat's meow echoed once again. Suddenly, the handsome man froze as if he had just realized something, then quickly grabbed his phone from the table. His face showed clear confusion. Immediately, the handsome man hastily put on his shirt and rushed out, leaving his bewildered partner behind. In the luxurious hallway of the six-star hotel - where the sea could be seen in the distance through the transparent glass - the handsome man hurriedly ran with his shirt half-buttoned. The cat's meow continued to ring evenly. There was no cat at all, it was the notification bell in the handsome man's phone. The screen displayed the words: "Happy Birthday, my dear wife." *** As the sunset slowly faded, wandering in loneliness through the long days... Min's song "Tìm" blared from the Marshall Woburn speaker. A slender hand delicately lifted the Hennessy XO glass to the lips. It wasn't until the end of the song that the sound of a car echoed from a distance. Finishing the drink, this person smiled faintly. The red convertible car slowly pulled up by the beach. The handsome man adjusted his tie and smoothed his smoky gray undercut before stepping out. Every step exuded a strong, sexy catwalk from the handsome man. The combo of black trousers and a white Gucci shirt made him even more attractive. "Happy birthday, wife!" The handsome man cheerfully presented a bouquet of red roses. His wife turned around at this moment. She was a fair-skinned young man with dimples, and hair styled like a Korean oppa. His name was Duy. Duy gently placed the glass down and smiled. Today, Duy had arranged a small beachside dinner for the two of them to enjoy the sunset. Leaning against the table, Duy loosened his husband's tie to make him more comfortable. The scent of Chanel perfume wafted gently from the handsome man's chest. They had been living together for two years, and though they hadn't had a wedding, they had long referred to each other as husband and wife. The handsome man's eyes lit up with joy as Duy accepted the bouquet from him. Suddenly, Duy callously dropped the bouquet onto the sand, leaving the handsome man stunned. Crash! A strong slap from Duy made the handsome man's cheek turn hot and red. Before he could even process what was happening... Crash! Another slap landed on the other cheek. The handsome man looked at his wife in surprise. Duy chuckled and said: "My horn is as high as Landmark 81 now. How much higher do you want it to be?" The handsome man sighed and lowered his head, realizing that his secret was out. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Darling, let me explain..." Before he could finish his sentence, Duy threw a stack of secretly taken photos showing the handsome man being intimate with other men, from bars to restaurants, and most recently, in a six-star hotel an hour ago. The handsome man jerked, feeling the heat in his face. It turned out that Duy had been quietly having him followed without his knowledge. But why did Duy choose to reveal it now? "Let's break up. You disgust me," Duy said coldly, mixed with exhaustion. Knowing the situation was irreparable, the handsome man sighed deeply and blinked, looking in another direction. Duy leaned back at the dinner table, leisurely sipping on the Hennessy XO. The beautiful sunset over the sea was truly fitting for a romantic date for couples in love. The handsome man sighed deeply, then took a deep breath through his nose, making sure the other person could hear it. He pursed his lips, shook his head, looked up at the sky, and looked down at the ground, a series of confused actions like that continued. Finally, he gathered the courage to speak: "I have nothing left to defend myself. I truly am a terrible person... So, go ahead and do as you please. Let's break up..." After saying that, he sighed and turned away. It was unclear whether he felt ashamed about his actions being discovered. All that was known was when he returned to the nearby convertible car, Duy spoke loudly: "Tú! Since we're breaking up, back me my gift."