Her indifference, it killed my heart

Summary

In our fourth year of marriage, my wife, Cara, suddenly developed a penchant for bringing male models home.

I just stood there, my face a blank mask, as I met the eyes of the hundredth one.

He shot me a look of pure, unadulterated contempt. "So, this is the kept man you were telling me about?"

Cara just took a sip of the honey water I had prepared for her and hummed in agreement.

The boy then walked over to me, patted my cheek, and said, with a triumphant smirk, "You'd better listen closely