I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with the unthinkable. My wife, my soulmate, was with another man. I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched her undress, her hands moving slowly over the stranger's body. The room was silent, except for the soft whispers and heavy breathing. I felt frozen, unable to move or look away. This was my wife, my partner, my everything. How could she do this to me? The pain was suffocating, like a weight crushing my chest. I wanted to scream, to protest, to make her stop. But I remained still, trapped in this horrific scene. The stranger's hands roamed freely over my wife's body, making her moan and whimper. I felt like my heart was breaking, piece by piece. I didn't know how much more I could take.