Two drunken wife

Chapter 1

**I Am the Sweet Wife Everyone Talks About**

My husband abuses me, and I suffer in silence; my husband cheats on me, and I cry but still forgive him. Even when my husband said his boss likes married women and asked me to sleep with him, I grudgingly agreed.

He thought I was weak and helpless, so he turned around and left, satisfied.

After he left, I wiped away my fake tears and touched the back of my head. Hidden beneath my thick hair was another face, almost fully formed.

He didn't know that the other me inside this body was about to awaken.

...

At midnight, Callum still hadn't come home. I sat anxiously in the living room for a long time before hesitantly calling him.

The phone rang for a while before it was finally answered. Callum's impatient voice came through the line, "What now?"

I replied meekly, "Honey, when are you coming back? I'm afraid to sleep alone."

There was a moment of silence, followed by a burst of laughter from the other end.

Someone teased, "Callum, I didn't know your sweet wife couldn't live without you!"

Before Callum could respond, a woman's flirtatious voice chimed in, "Callum, your wife is so strict. It's only midnight, and she's already calling you home."

Callum didn't say anything, but I heard a loud, smacking kiss through the phone, followed by the woman's playful complaints.

"Stop it, your wife can hear us. Why are you kissing me?"

They flirted for a while before Callum remembered me and said perfunctorily, "I told you I'm busy. Go to sleep by yourself. I'll come back when I'm done."

I opened my mouth to say something, but the call had already ended.

Feeling hopeless, I hugged my blanket and went back to the bedroom.