My Husband Faked Impotence, So I Married His Boss

My husband is a strong, built Marine captain, but he has sexual dysfunction. Five years into our marriage, and I'm still a virgin.

Every time he returned from deployment, I tried everything I could to seduce him. But he always remained completely indifferent. Last night, I tried one last time.

I followed a video tutorial online, wore a piece of sexy lingerie, and tried to seduce him, my face burning with embarrassment.

I could clearly see the desire in his eyes, yet he sat there, rigid as a board. "Scarlett, let's forget it.

I really can't do it." I swallowed my disappointment and comforted him, just as I always did.

Until tonight, when I accidentally overheard him bragging about his bedroom skills with his army buddies. His friend Marcus gave him a smirk. "Come on, Ethan.

You're that good in bed, and Scarlett has no idea?" "Please, everyone knows our captain made a bet with Dr. Vivian the day he got married.

If Vivian didn't get married within five years, he'd act as her personal vibrator whenever she wanted." "I actually feel bad for Scarlett.

She still thinks Ethan is impotent." Ethan took a swig of his beer, totally unfazed. "It's fine. The fiveyear bet ends in three days.

I'll make it up to her then." It turned out he wasn't impotent at all. He just loved another woman.

As his words fell, the lockerroom laughter, thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat, echoed through the corridor. "Ethan, you two are so wild together.

You broke seven beds in three days. If you leave Dr. Vivian, how are you going to survive?" "I've seen Scarlett.

She looks so delicate, like she couldn't handle even half of what Dr. Vivian does!" Those disgusting words pierced my eardrums.

I turned around, leaned against the wall, and threw up. Just this morning, I had felt so guilty and ashamed.

I knew Ethan had "issues," yet I had forced him just to satisfy my own desires. I had followed him all the way to this bar just to apologize.

I never expected fate to play such a cruel joke on me! To think that Ethan rejected me over and over again, only to spend his nights in wild passion with another woman.

I bent over again, clutching my cramping stomach, throwing up bitter bile. I stumbled back to our base housing.

The sexy lingerie and toys scattered on the floor felt like a harsh slap to my face. I grabbed a pair of scissors and began stabbing the lingerie in a frenzy.

I was letting out five years of bottledup humiliation, resentment, and anger.

Behind me, Ethan's confused voice called out. "Scarlett, what are you doing?" The tall man strode forward, snatched the ruined fabric from my hands, and spoke in a blaming tone. "I know you're frustrated, but there's no need to take it out on the clothes." "The doctor said we can't rush these things.

Can't you just wait a little longer?" Wait? I had waited for five long years! And the only things I got in return were his lies, his betrayal, and an empty bed!

To satisfy another woman, he was willing to throw away his dignity as a man and lie to me about being impotent. How ridiculous! How pathetic!

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I quickly wiped them away.

My voice was barely a whisper. "Ethan, I don't want to wait anymore." He turned to unpack the bag I had brought him, completely missing my words.

Inside the bag was a bottle of libido enhancers I had asked my friends to get for him. He held the bottle, pausing. I reached out to grab it and throw it in the trash.

But Ethan dodged my hand, looking up at me with a sudden heat in his eyes. "Don't throw it away. Let's try it some other time.

What if it actually works?" Over our five years of marriage, he had often looked at me with this intense, predatory gaze. Back then, I always wondered. He clearly wants me.

Why can't he do it? I had doubted everything, but I had never suspected his illness was fake. I didn't say a word. I didn't answer him.

That night, for the first time, I didn't try to touch Ethan.

But he did something unusual—he wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice raspy. "Babe, are you asleep?" The embrace I once craved now made me sick to my stomach.

I stayed silent. Thinking I was asleep, Ethan quietly got out of bed and slipped out of the room. I followed him out of the base housing and into the dark woods nearby.

There, standing under the shadows, was Vivian. It was obvious this wasn't their first time. The moment they met, they eagerly pulled each other into the deeper brush.

In front of me, Ethan was always restrained, cold, and passionless. But right now, he was wild, feral, and dominant. He pinned Vivian against a tree with brutal intensity.

The cold autumn wind carried the sounds of their breathless moans, piercing my heart like a dagger. The color drained from my face.

I leaned against a freezing tree trunk, feeling like a complete fool. In the heat of the moment, Vivian wrapped her legs around his waist. "Who's better?

Me or your wife?" Ethan's voice was breathless, ragged. "Don't bring her up. You know I've never even touched her." "Oh?

Our brave Captain can actually control himself?" Ethan went silent for a moment. "It's not about control." "It's just... she feels a bit dirty to me."

Those words felt like a poisoned hook ripping through my soul, dragging me back to the horrific kidnapping case that shocked the city six years ago.

Out of the nine victims, I was the only survivor. Back then, it was Ethan who carried me out of that damp, putrid basement.

It was him who took a knife wound for me to stop the suspect. And it was him who pursued me, pulling me out of the deep, dark abyss. On our wedding night, I had told Ethan.

Because he had raided the basement in time, the kidnapper hadn't actually managed to assault me. So, I was still pure. I vividly remembered Ethan's eyes at that moment.

They were filled with a complex, conflicted look.

Six years ago, as the sole survivor, I was gossiped about and labeled as "ruined." I thought that was the most painful thing I would ever endure.

I never expected the most excruciating pain to come from the very person who brought me into the light, pushing me back into hell with his own hands.

The man I loved thought... "She was kidnapped. She's dirty." I turned around, wandering through the base quarters like a lost ghost.

Suddenly, a blinding flashlight beamed into my eyes. It was the night patrol. Seeing my erratic behavior, they took me to the security office.

Ethan got the call and came to pick me up. Unsurprisingly, Vivian was right behind him. I sat on the cold metal chair.

Before he could speak, I let out a mocking laugh. "It's so late. Why is Dr. Vivian still hanging around the married quarters?" I emphasized the words "married quarters" heavily.

An annoyed look flashed across Ethan's face. Vivian lowered her gaze, putting on her professional, innocent doctor act. "Scarlett, please don't misunderstand.

The Captain and I are just friends." I scoffed. "Friends?

I've never heard of 'friends' sneaking into the woods together in the middle of the night." "Enough!" Ethan roared. "Scarlett! Vivian is a doctor. She saves lives and helps people.

Show her some respect!" "Are you really that desperate?

Does every man and woman standing together look like an affair to you?" Everyone on the base knew about Ethan's "impotence." Hearing his words, the officers nearby began whispering, throwing mocking, pitiful glances my way.

It was as if I, sexually frustrated and bitter, was intentionally trying to ruin Vivian's reputation.

I dug my nails into my palms, using the physical pain to keep myself from breaking down. Ethan reached out to grab my arm.

But as he drew closer, the unmistakable scent of sweat, cheap perfume, and raw sex washed over me. My stomach churned instantly, and I slapped his hand away.

Ethan's face turned incredibly dark. "Fine. If you want to make a fool of yourself, go ahead!" "Spend the night here then.

Let's see when you'll finally realize you're wrong!" He turned and stormed off without looking back. Vivian gave me a look of pure disdain before quickly following him.

The October night was freezing. I curled up on the hard chair, shivering as silent tears streamed down my face. By morning, I had developed a fever. I checked the time.

Ethan would be at morning drills right now. Dizzy and exhausted, I dragged myself back to our quarters, planning to pack my bags and leave this place forever.

But when I pushed the door open, I saw Vivian. She was wearing the sexy nightgown I had brought, posing in front of my mirror.

She turned around, pretending to be surprised. "Oh, Scarlett. You're back." "It was so late last night, and it wasn't safe for me to walk back to the clinic.

So Ethan let me stay here for the night." "You don't mind, do you?" The dark purple hickeys on her neck flared painfully in my eyes.

My mind immediately filled with images of how she had worn my nightgown, thrashing around with Ethan on my bed last night.

Noticing my gaze, she covered her neck in mock embarrassment. "The mosquitoes last night were so fierce. They bit me so badly." "Your neck is so clean, Scarlett.

You must not have been bitten at all." "So strange... why did they only bite me?" With my body aching from the fever and my heart burning with rage, I couldn't hold back anymore.

I grabbed a vase from the entryway and hurled it at her. "Get out!" But my body was too weak. The vase shattered right at her feet.

She crossed her arms, dropping her innocent act, and sneered. "I used to hear that sexually starved women have terrible tempers.

Now I see it's true." "With Ethan's... condition... you've probably never experienced real pleasure, have you?" "I'm so much luckier than you.

Every night with him is absolute heaven." She aimed directly for my deepest wounds. Shaking with rage, I lunged at her like a madwoman, wanting to tear that smug look off her face.

Suddenly, her arrogant smirk vanished. She screamed and ran out the door. "Scarlett, I'm sorry! Don't hit me!

I'll stay away from Ethan, I swear!" "Scarlett, have you lost your mind?!" Ethan's angry voice boomed.

He didn't hesitate to pull Vivian into his arms, grabbing my wrist and throwing me back with brutal force.

I crashed hard against the wooden table, a sharp pain shooting through my lower back. My heart felt like it was being crushed.

Vivian showed him the selfinflicted scratch marks on her neck, sobbing dramatically. "Ethan, I just wore one of Scarlett's nightgowns, and she chased me down to attack me." "Thank god you came back in time, or I don't know what she would have done to me." Ethan stared at the red marks on her neck, his eyes turning icecold as he glared at me. "Scarlett, apologize." I grit my teeth, glaring right back at him. "Why should I apologize?" I wasn't the one who did anything wrong!

Ethan raised his hand, instinctively wanting to slap me. But he stopped halfway, his expression twisted with frustration. "You are absolutely hopeless!" He kicked my shin hard.

The sudden pain made my legs buckle, and my knees crashed straight onto the shattered glass on the floor.

I let out a sharp cry of agony. "Stay here and think about what you've done!" Ethan threw his jacket over Vivian's shoulders, picked her up, and carried her out.

Once upon a time, he had held me just as tightly. In that pitchblack, freezing basement, he was the only light I had.

Now, as I watched his retreating back, my heart finally shattered into a million pieces.

I struggled to sit up, using a pair of tweezers to pull the glass shards out of my bloody knees, my hands shaking violently.

Through the thin walls, I heard the neighbors talking. "Did you see Captain Ethan carrying Dr. Vivian just now? He looked more worried about her than his own wife." "Duh. Dr.

Vivian might be a base doctor, but she's basically the Captain's personal physician." "Every time they go on a mission, he keeps her right by his side, protecting her.

Whenever anyone gets hurt, the first person she asks about is always the Captain." Another woman laughed mockingly. "They're that close?

Doesn't the Captain worry about his wife getting jealous?" The voices dropped to a whisper, but I pressed my ear to the wall and heard every word. "Jealous? Does she even dare?

A woman who was kidnapped and ruined... she's lucky enough to be married to the Captain.

How could she possibly throw a tantrum?" My brain exploded in a loud buzz, turning completely blank.

In a daze, I remembered Ethan's sweet promise from years ago. "Don't worry, Scarlett. I will never tell anyone about what happened to you." "The past is in the past.

From now on, I am your protector." I fell back onto the sofa, completely numb to the physical pain in my knees.

At that moment, the last string holding my sanity together finally snapped.

I threw everything Vivian had touched into the trash, dragged my suitcase, and limped back to the security office.

After filling out the base exit paperwork, the guard prepared to notify Ethan. I immediately stopped him. "Don't tell him.

I'm leaving." I never wanted to see Ethan again in my life. But the guard ignored me, dialing Ethan's number according to base protocol.

The phone rang and rang, but nobody picked up. He was definitely with Vivian. I let out a breath of relief. Seeing that the call wouldn't go through, the guard told me to wait.

I waited until evening, but Ethan still didn't show up. At this hour, there were no civilian cabs allowed on the base, and I couldn't call an Uber.

I had no choice but to drag my suitcase back. As I passed the woods from the other night, I saw Vivian again. My eyes narrowed. I set my suitcase down and quietly followed her.

If I could record a video of them cheating, it would give me a massive advantage in the divorce. But as soon as I entered the woods, Vivian vanished.

Then, her giggling voice sounded right behind me. "Looking for me, Scarlett?" I spun around in shock.

She had a sinister smile on her face, and in her hand was the bottle of libido enhancers I had bought. I thought she and Ethan had used it last night, but she had kept it.

I instinctively stepped back. "What do you want?" Vivian shook the bottle. "Nothing. Just taking back what's mine." "Ethan isn't impotent at all.

In fact, he's incredible in bed." "The only reason he didn't touch you is because he promised me he'd keep you sexually starved." "Ethan and I are a match made in heaven, both in bed and out.

Who do you think you are to come between us?" Even though I already knew the truth, hearing it out loud still cut like a knife. I forced myself to stay calm.

I couldn't fall into her trap.

Suddenly, she threw herself onto the ground, ripping her own shirt open and screaming at the top of her lungs. "Ethan, help me!!" Ethan crashed through the brush, running toward us.

Vivian acted as if she had just seen her savior. She threw herself into his arms, sobbing hysterically. "Ethan! Scarlett dragged me into the woods and started beating me!

She called me a whore who throws herself at men!" "She even wanted to forcefeed me this drug and leave me on the side of the road for any man to take!" "Ethan, save me!

I'm so scared!!" Ethan snatched the bottle from her hand, his dark, furious eyes locking onto me.

Without a single shred of doubt, he believed her. "I know you're frustrated, Scarlett, but how could you be so cruel to another woman?" "I think you're the one who desperately needs a man.

Since you're so eager, let me help you!" His face was contorted with rage as he took a step toward me with the bottle. I backed away in terror. "Ethan, don't believe her!

I didn't do anything..." Before I could finish, he grabbed my jaw with a vicelike grip and poured the liquid down my throat. The drug worked incredibly fast.

I collapsed to the ground, my body burning up instantly. This drug was different from standard enhancers. My friend had warned me. It was highly potent, designed only for men.

If a woman took it, she needed to release the tension within thirty minutes, or it could be lifethreatening.

Right now, I felt like a raging fire was tearing through my veins, threatening to rip me apart.

I frantically tore at my collar, grabbing Ethan's leg, begging him. "Ethan... help me... please...

I'm going to die..." Looking at my flushed, desperate face, a dark, heavy look flashed in his eyes. Just then, Vivian stumbled, pretending to twist her ankle.

Ethan immediately caught her, his face filled with worry. I clutched his hand with all my remaining strength, crying out. "Ethan!

If you don't help me, I will really die!" The man looked down at me, letting out a cold scoff. "Do you honestly think I'll fall for your tricks again?

You've taken so many enhancers before and you were fine. How could this kill you?" "Aren't you sexually starved? Perfect.

Enjoy the ride." With that, he kicked my hand away and left me lying in the dirt.

I stumbled to my feet and ran out of the woods, burning up, desperately looking for somewhere cold to cool down.

As my consciousness faded, I only remembered pushing open a door and falling into a solid, incredibly safe embrace.

It felt exactly like the moment I was carried out of that dark basement six years ago. After Ethan took Vivian back to her dorm, he immediately returned to the woods to look for me.

However, after searching the entire area, I was nowhere to be found. He ordered his men to search the base.

Finally, one of his team members ran back, trembling. "Captain... someone saw Scarlett thirty minutes ago.

She went into..." Ethan demanded impatiently. "Where did she go?" "She went into the General's private quarters!"